"Oh my God, Jesse! No! I don't want them getting the wrong idea, I want them to get the idea because the idea would be the rightone. I'm trying to tell them what I can't say properly on my own. Now, can you shut up and just leave me the hell alone about this? You've got work to do Swanson."

Jesse manages not to say anything for a while and Beca initially thinks that he's finally gotten the hint.

"It's for Chloe…isn't it?"

And Beca really wasn't expecting that, nor was she expecting it in the tone it was delivered with.

It was partially hurt, and partially confident, like he couldn't believe that he didn't think of it before.

But Beca doesn't want to say anything, because she's still really mad at him for taking something that obviously wasn't his, and then have the gall to continue trying to get information out of her.

"You should really maybe spruce up the packaging…it's a lil' rough if you ask me." Jesse says, not really minding the lack of words being sent his way.

Beca drops the clipboard she had picked up and clenches her hands into fists, "Good thing I didn't ask you. I'm being very serious right now Jesse. I need you to shut up, and leave me alone. I need to cool down, because I'm really mad right and I'm trying really hard not to blow up at you; you're not making that easy for me."

Jesse scoffs a little at that, but thankfully decides to step away from Beca and back off.

But not before saying, "Just consider the packaging."

Xoxoxo

Beca groans just remembering how much she wanted to throttle him that day, not too long ago.

'And here he is, once again, making me want to kill him,' she thinks to herself, falling over sideways on her bed, face-planting into her pillows.

"Can this get any-"

She's interrupted by her phone chiming, alerting her to a new text message.

Beca bites her lip, already feeling like she knows who it's from.

'Hey Becs…is everything ok? U kinda seemed a lil off earlier, I just wanted to make sure. Lemme know, ok? xx'

The butterflies that erupt in her stomach are certainly not new to her in any way. In fact, she's gotten so used to them fluttering around inside of her whenever she talks or even thinks about Chloe, that they're officially known as her Chloe Butterflies.

She lets out a frustrated groan, because what's she gonna do now?

Technically, everything is okay, so she can't tell Chloe something is wrong when there isn't…And she can't let her know there's nothing wrong, or else she'll wonder what was up with her earlier.

She sends back, 'Yea Chlo, I'm fine…just had loads to do. Don't worry bout me tho, im pretty resilient ;) x'

She blames the constant texting with Chloe for her new penchant for smilies and hugs and kisses at the end of her texts.

And she isn't technically lying to Chloe now either by telling her she's got lots to do. Beca glances at her work table to see the stack of worksheets she's yet to complete fully.

Sighing to herself, she groans again for good measure before tossing herself out of bed and slumping into her chair to start working on her homework. She really does hate lying, so might as well make herself honest by actually doing the work.

Her phone chimes and she can't help but chuckle at the picture she receives from Chloe as a way of reply. She's semi pouting, but her eyes are smiling, and Beca wants to smack herself in the head because God she sounds like such a sap.

'Good luck with that! I'm cheering for you! I'll be here when you're done xoxo'

Beca bites her lip as she eyes the hugs and kisses at the end of Chloe's text, wondering, not for the first time, if Chloe uses them as excessively with the others as she does with her.

She sets aside the phone and gets to work.

Xoxoxo

Chloe sighs as she slides her phone back into her pocket, knowing Beca was not likely to reply until she's done with her work.

She picks up her own reading and starts putting a dent into it, not too worried about her workload, seeing as she's got a decent system that has yet to fail her.

"So did you find out what was up with Beca?" Aubrey asks as she breezes through the living-room towards the kitchen to grab her smoothie, glancing over her shoulder at Chloe as she waits for an answer.

Even though Aubrey has a really nice place, compliments from her parents who left her the house when they moved to Vermont, she manages to spend most of her time with Chloe in the apartment they had gotten together when they both started Barden.

Chloe understands completely why it is that Aubrey likes it here with her more than her house, and she can't blame Aubrey. If she was in her shoes, she'd probably be spending most of her time where there's someone she's close to around, rather than in a house that's, for all intents and purposes, just a building.

Although, Aubrey has been dropping hints to Chloe about her just moving in with her there, instead of continuing to pay rent on this apartment, when she could be living with her.

Chloe nods, not looking up from her book as she answers, "Yeah, she said she just has lots to do. Which, knowing Beca, is so an understatement."

Aubrey smiles at her knowingly, "Do you feel better now?"

Chloe looks up from her book and finds Aubrey's eyes, a small bashful smile on her face as she nods, "A lot better yeah. I didn't like thinking she was avoiding me because of me, you know? Especially since I haven't done anything."

Aubrey walks over and takes a seat beside the redhead and pats her thigh lovingly, "I know Bug, but now you don't have to worry about it. See what good communication does?"

Chloe chuckles but nods before snuggling up against Aubrey, leaning her head against her shoulder and flipping open her book again, "Yes Bree, I see." She waits a beat and then adds sincerely, "Thank you."

For her part, Aubrey just shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly and drops a kiss to her forehead, "Yeah, yeah. Just stop getting into your own head hon. It's really not doing you any favors. All you do is wind yourself up and…you just really need to stop doing that. If not for your own sanity, then for mine. I really can't stand you feeling blue."

Chloe smiles to herself and squeezes Aubrey's arm to show her she heard her and appreciates the sentiment, and continues reading, letting Aubrey have her moment catching up on MasterChef.

Xoxoxo

It's hours later when Beca finally makes sure she's completed all the tasks on her homework assignments, and she's just glad it's over and done with.

Although now her stomach is protesting her lack of nutritious input.

She twirls her phone around in her hands absentmindedly for a while, seesawing between texting Chloe to meet up to get something to eat and forgoing it completely and just grabbing something for herself.

Staring at the phone that's now in her lap she huffs and picks it up as she stands and grabs her wallet and keys before walking out of the room.

She checks her pocket for the USB and nods to herself when she feels it right where she left it. Who knows when the perfect moment will show up?

Beca manages to make it to Chloe's relatively quickly, even for her, and she's kind of surprised at herself. She shakes her head at her fast paced walk over, and wonders briefly what Aubrey would say if she were to know just how quickly she can move when particularly motivated to do so.

Beca knocks and when the door opens she's greeted with, "Aubrey, hey…Don't tell me. She's fallen asleep."

The blonde smirks at her, moving out of the way to allow Beca to walk in, "She's napping yeah. All the excitement in her book must have worn her out."

Beca can't help the adoring smile that shows up on her face when she takes in the adorable sight of a curled up redhead, her feet tucked underneath her, hands curled under her chin and her eyelashes just brushing the top of her cheeks.

The light sound of a click draws Beca's attention as she turns to her left and sees Aubrey holding out her phone, and then nodding, apparently very stratified with her work, and saying, "You looked like you'd like a picture of her. You should have it now."

Aubrey gives her a knowing smile before carefully walking away to grab her purse, "I'm going to head out, I probably should make sure I've got the house ready for our BBQ. You're definitely coming right?" The question is paired with a raised eyebrow and the beginnings of her signature pursed lips.

Beca quickly answers quietly, "Yeah, yes of course I'm coming. You kidding? A BBQ is just what the doctor ordered. We need a little wind down."

Aubrey's face returns to smirking as she nods, happy with the answer, "I'll be going now. See you two later. Make sure she eats."

Beca nods, but she's not too sure if the blonde saw or noticed, Beca's eyes are once again on Chloe's napping self.

How is it that one person can look so absolute adorable is what Beca wants to know.

She's certain of one thing though.

Beca's sure that if anyone was around to see, they'd notice that she has the most ridiculously love struck smile on her face anyone on the face of the planet has ever seen.

Letting out a breathless sigh, Beca shuffles over towards the lightly sleeping redhead and gently brushes her hair away from her face, gently calling out, "Chloe…Come on bud, I think it's time you wake up from your nap now."

Beca watches with a smile on her face as Chloe's eyes flutter open, an adorable nose crinkle adorning her face as she focuses on the girl, "Beca? What're you doing here?"

Beca straightens up and takes a seat beside Chloe, once she too rights herself up, and shrugs her shoulders as she answers, "I finished all that work I told you I had…and I thought maybe you'd like to join me in getting something to eat?"

Her stomach decides it's the right moment to growl then and it causes Chloe to giggle lightly, her eyes bright as she nods, "I'd love to grab something to eat with you."

Beca's heart summersaults in her chest as she smiles back at Chloe, "Great! Anything in particular?"

Chloe shakes her head silently, causing her curls to bounce around wantonly, eyes mischievous and playful, "Nope, you've got to pick; I've chosen for us the last fifty million and one times."

"Yeah…that's not hyperbolic at all." Beca says while rolling her eyes, getting a nudge to her shoulder as Chloe gets up to freshen up.

"Oh whatever Becs, you know it's true though."

Grinning to herself, Beca rests her head against the back of the couch and shuts her eyes as she waits for Chloe to finish up. She slips her hands into her pockets, and grasps the USB in her left hand, wondering if she'll ever manage to get up the nerve to acknowledge the perfect moment when and if it ever does show up.

This woman is going to be her undoing, she just knows it.

Xoxoxoxo

Even though Beca technically managed to not make a complete fool of herself, she still ended up being even more of a dork than usual.

Which was something that Chloe wasn't really bothered about because she happens to like a flustered and frustrated Beca.

Beca stomps her way down the hall and bangs her head against her dorm room door, and just stands there, lightly muttering, "Idiot. Idiot. Idiot." To herself.

She had decided that maybe a nice Italian late lunch, early dinner, thing would be agreeable to the both of them, as well as to her bank account. And Chloe had agreed, and seemed very happy at the prospect that Beca had actually picked somewhere for them to go. That wasn't the problem. The problem was Beca's inability to keep her cool when she really needs to.

She started to stammer. And Beca doesn't stammer.

Unless, of course, she's put in a nice ambient environment with someone she's got a massive crush on, and said person is looking at her with her gorgeous eyes and she just loses all cool.

She groans at the memory of her uncoordinated self.

It started with the breadsticks.

'It's always the breadsticks,' She thinks to herself ruefully, before shaking her head and actually letting herself into her room.

She's glad her roommate isn't around yet, because she can barely stand the thought of being alone with herself at the moment, she doesn't think she can handle being around Kimmy Jin.

She flops onto her bed and covers her face with her pillow.

The breadsticks weren't the issue. Not really anyways.

It was her overexcited puppy like actions that were the issue. She had reached over rather exuberantly, in an attempt to give her hands something to do rather than be stuffed into her pockets.

She miscalculated just how close the breadbasket was though, because she sent most of the bread sailing over towards Chloe and to the floor.

Chloe had just brushed it off, like it was no big deal, and had placed a calming hand on top of Beca's own hand, trying to placate her fears, but that just sent Beca's butterflies into overdrive.

Beca's face had gone so red, she's sure, that she's surprised no one said anything.

She yells into her pillow that's still across her face, and uses her hands to push the pillow further into her face, smothering the noise.

"Please refrain from trying to kill yourself while I'm here. I don't want to end up looking like a suspect."

Beca rolls her eyes, but mumbles into the pillow, "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure you know of better ways to actually kill me and get away with it."

She doesn't get a response, and she's kinda worried about what that means, but she's too comfortable to remove the pillow from her face to check the situation. She hears her roommate typing on her laptop after a little while though, and that gives her a sense of relief.

"You're right." Kimmy Jin finally says after some time and it makes Beca smile to herself at that.

Beca sighs to herself as she once again remembers the absolutely horrific outing she's had with Chloe to date.

After the breadsticks debacle, Beca's cool was basically nonexistent. She kept fumbling and stuttering; the harder she tried to regain her sense of balance, the worse things would go.

Chloe, bless her heart, was so sweet, which only served to worsen Beca's uncoordinated self.

"Beca…it's only me. What's wrong?" She had asked after Beca had successfully managed to spill her second glass of water across the table cloth.

Beca's face was permanently flushed, and she shakes her head, "I don't…that's not; I'm fine. There's nothing wrong! I'm just extra clumsy today."

Chloe had nodded her head, but she still looked unconvinced since Beca continued to refuses to meet her eyes for the rest of their lunch.

Chloe had been a little hurt by that, honestly thinking she must have made Beca uncomfortable in some way. Beca's never not met her eyes when they talk to each other. In fact, Chloe was under the impression that Beca made it a point to meet her eyes to let her know she's paying complete attention.

That wasn't the case this time. Beca seemed worlds away, and would only meet Chloe's eyes for brief moments, after she did something clumsy and she was flustered and their eyes would meet and she'd blush harder and then look away immediately.

Beca had dropped Chloe off at her place before quickly turning away and leaving, not even saying goodbye properly, and really, was it so hard to get a hug these days?

After Beca had left Chloe's place, she had all but run back to her dorm room, not wanting to run into any of the other Bellas, or Jesse for that matter.

She screams into her pillow, flailing her legs around, absolutely wanting to kick her own ass for her uncoordinated self.

"Are you having a seizure?" Comes the dry question from her roommate, and it makes Beca stop moving about for a second before finally rolling over, dropping the pillow off her face.

"No. But it's nice to know that you care." Beca says, eyeing the other girl from her place on her bed, half of her body dangling off of the side of said bed.

Kimmy Jin snorts, but doesn't look up from her laptop as she says, "So what did you do this time to make the world think you're an absolute spaz?"

Beca huffs, affronted by that question, but remains silent for a beat because, well Kimmy Jin isn't exactly wrong to question her, when this seems to be her routine for when she fucks up.

"I apparently have lost all control over my body parts. Namely my arms and legs. And don't get me started on my face deciding red is more my color."

Her roommate finally turns away from her laptop and faces Beca, a look of amusement evident on her face as she says, "Let me guess. You were with Beale."

She curses under her breath when she feels the blush returning to her cheeks, and Kimmy Jin obviously notices because she just smirks and says, "You don't have to say anything. I've gotten my answer. Did you give her that thing you've been meaning to for the past week and a half?"

Beca's eyes widen, "How the hell do you even know about that?"

The other woman just shrugs her shoulders, "You sometimes mumble in your sleep when you've been sleep deprived for a long time. You kept saying 'don't fuck it up Mitchell' and 'just give it to her'. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the her is Beale."

Beca frowns a little at that, but manages to say, "Her name is Chloe."

Which apparently was what Kimmy Jin was waiting for because she gives her a predatory smile as she says, "So it is about the redhead."

"Oh my God you weasel." Beca grumbles out, eyes wide as she watches her roommate laugh lightly, "you had no idea, did you?"

Sobering up, Kimmy Jin shakes her head, "I had my ideas. But thanks for the confirmation. Now, seriously though. Did you give her the USB, and is that why you're exceptionally nervous now?"

Beca contemplates telling her to mind her own business, but honestly, they've actually been getting along better these days and she doesn't want to go back to the way things were in the beginning. She sighs, "No. I haven't given her the USB yet…I just. She makes me really nervous and I keep wanting to keep my cool and that just makes me even more self-conscious and jittery. And I keep remembering that I have this gift in my pocket that I want to give to her, and every time I think the perfect moment is upon us, I make a mess and embarrass myself and wreck havoc and the moment is lost again."

Her roommate raises an eyebrow and just stares at her, no hint of emotion on her face and it makes Beca a little bit nervous and a lot weirded out because she can't read her at all.

Suddenly Kimmy Jin's standing up and walking over towards her and whacking her upside the head with a pillow, "Get over yourself and just be you, and girl the hell up and give her the damn memory stick."

A/N: Alrighty, so the response to this has been great! Thank you! Here's the second part. I think it's going to be one more chapter actually; or maybe four depending on if I end up splitting the next part up. Comment, review, favorite, pm me...hit me up with the feedback xo