Updating before I forget for another year. I don't own Pitch Perfect.
"Spill it, Mitchell," Aubrey demanded. She and Beca are in a coffee shop in front of Titanium Records building. The brunette asked her to come over to discuss something. Apparently, it is something that involves Aubrey's best friend and Beca's girlfriend, Chloe, so she agreed to meet.
They've been here for half an hour and Beca was skirting through random topics that made the blonde impatient. The brunette sighed, contemplating on how to start. As she cleared her throat, Aubrey straightened in her sit and breathed a sigh of relief. This was it, finally.
"I'm planning to ask Chloe to marry me. I need your permission to do so," Beca said hurriedly, afraid that her nerves might attack again. Talking to the blonde about this is making her more nervous than when she talked to Chloe's parents.
"What?" Aubrey exclaimed. "Marry Chloe?"
"Yes."
"Wow. Are you sure? I mean, this is marriage, Becs," Aubrey started rationalizing. "Have you thought about this thoroughly? Like a thousand times over?"
"A million times over, Posen. And I am sure. Chloe is my everything. I have been thinking about this even before I was sure what major to take in college," Beca answered in all seriousness.
Aubrey leaned back in her seat, "I just want to be certain. You know I'm gonna hunt you down if you hurt my best friend. And that would be troublesome since you are my girlfriend's best friend."
"So you agree?" Beca asked, apprehensively.
Aubrey laughed at the younger woman's worried expression. "Of course, silly. Your negative aura is perfect in balancing Chloe's sunshine," she jests.
Beca rolled her eyes and sarcastically said, "Gee, thanks." She released the breath she was unaware of holding. She wouldn't have done this if she did not know how much this would mean to Chloe. Aubrey, despite being her friend for years now, still can make her as nervous as when she auditioned for the Bellas.
"So, may I see the ring?" Aubrey asked.
"Err, about that.."
A blonde eyebrow raised, "You don't have one yet, do you?"
"I was hoping you could help me pick one."
"Nope, not a chance."
"What? Why?" Beca exclaimed. "But this is for Chloe, you have to help me."
Aubrey chuckled, "You already used the Chloe-is-your-best-friend card when you dragged me out of my office, Beca."
"But, Bree..."
"And helping you pick a ring is your best friend's duty," Aubrey cuts Beca's protest. "She's on her way."
Beca shot the blonde a questioning look and the latter rolled her eyes. "I told her I was meeting you. She said she'll follow us here and I agreed because she was sulking."
"Dude, you're whipped," Beca teased.
"No, I'm leaving. I won't be able to do any work if we meet. You distract her with the ring thing, okay? Thanks!" Aubrey already stood up and left before Beca could protest. Man, dealing with a sulky Stacie is not on her to-do list.
That night, Stacie visited Aubrey at the Chaubrey apartment. She's back in her sulky mood after excitedly helping Beca pick an engagement ring. She couldn't believe Aubrey agreed to go out with Beca when she repeatedly turned down any date invites from her for the past week. And to top it off, Aubrey left the cafe right before she arrived.
Stacie is done with the hide-and-seek game that Aubrey is playing. It's time to confront her girlfriend about it so, determinedly, she knocked. Her resolve, however, faded as soon as Chloe let her in and she saw Aubrey sleeping on the couch, looking very tired.
Chloe gave her a small smile, "She fell asleep half an hour ago. Did you have a date tonight?"
"No," Stacie shook her head. "I was supposed to, er, surprise her."
Chloe chuckled softly, knowing what Stacie's earlier intentions were, "She's been avoiding you all week because of her case, right?" Stacie nodded. "Well, you can be mad at her tomorrow after she rested. Help me move her to her bed?"
"I can do it on my own. Is it okay if I stay the night?"
Chloe nodded, "I'm actually on my way out to meet Beca. Take care of her and the house for me, will you?"
"Yes, Mom," Stacie answered promptly. It earned her a shove from the redhead. "Have a good night, Red."
"Thanks. Bye!"
Stacie locked the doors as soon as Chloe left. She then carried Aubrey to her room, careful not to wake her. When Aubrey was settled, Stacie changed into her sweatpants and tank top that were in Aubrey's closet. She eased in to the bed and snuggled to Aubrey, and sighed. She know she wouldn't be mad at Aubrey's lack of time for her. Being able to be beside the blonde like this makes up for that. But maybe she could ask the lawyer to cook her breakfast.
Aubrey woke up due to the incessant ringing of her phone. Groaning, she reached at the bedside table to answer the offending machine. "Hello," she croaked.
"Bree! I'm getting married!" Chloe squealed.
"I'm happy for you, Chlo. But couldn't you have waited for a decent hour before you tell me?" Aubrey grumbled. She looked beside her where Stacie is still sleeping soundly. "Beca haven't called Stacie yet."
"She's still there then?" Chloe asked, or more like chirped. "Just tell her for us. We're still kind of celebrating."
Aubrey heard a moan after her friend spoke. "Gross, Chloe. I didn't want to hear you having sex with the hobbit!"
Chloe laughed, "We weren't doing that. Have dinner with us?"
"Shall I bring a date?" she teased.
"Yes. If you could drag Stacie out of your room" Chloe paused. Then, "But don't have sex in the kitchen. I don't feel like disinfecting the counter again."
Aubrey felt herself blush at the memory of being caught by Beca when she and Stacie just started dating, "That was years ago, Beale!"
"Whatever, Posen. We'll see later. Bye!" Chloe hung up immediately.
The blonde put her phone back on the table, she scooted down so she can hug Stacie. As she settled her head on her girlfriend's shoulder, she felt a kiss on her head. "Did I wake you?"
"No," Stacie mumbled. "Your phone did. Chlo said yes?"
"Yeah. I didn't think Beca will propose immediately."
Stacie chuckled, "She's bad at keeping secrets from Chloe."
Aubrey just hummed in response. She burrowed further on Stacie's side, tightening her embrace.
"Now you're hugging me," the brunette chided. "Done avoiding me?"
"Sorry, babe. But this case is something I really want to win for the victim's family, more than anything. And your mere presence distracts me. And I don't want to screw this up. I will-"
Stacie cut her off with a kiss, "Alright. I get it. But you owe me breakfast."
"Breakfast? I think I can manage that," Aubrey said as she moved to straddle the brunette.
"Hmm. Not the breakfast I had in mind," Stacie commented as she pulls Aubrey to her. The blonde just raised her eyebrow. "But, hey. This works just fine. More than fine, really."
"Shut up, Stace," Aubrey ordered as she kissed the brunette. She did end up cooking pancakes for her girlfriend. But that was much, much later; Stacie made sure of it.
Stacie let her work after they ate and showered together. The brunette also did some work to occupy herself and refrain from disturbing Aubrey. They met the newly-engaged couple for dinner.
"Aubrey, you're supposed to help me with these," Chloe whined as she held up the invitations for her and Beca's wedding that she was supposed to write on.
"No, I'm not. It's your wedding, not mine," came the curt reply. The blonde is currently buried in a mountain of documents.
"But you're my maid of honor! You have to help me." Chloe mustered a puppy dog look but to no avail since Aubrey is not even looking at her. Irritated, she put down the calligraphy pen she was using. "Okay, what gives?"
Upon hearing the irritation on Chloe's voice, Aubrey finally looked up. "What?"
"Why are you against my wedding?" Chloe accused. "You've been so flippant about it since Beca and I started the preparations months ago."
Aubrey huffed, "I'm sorry I'm not excited about your wedding. Doesn't mean I'm against it."
"Bree..."
"Really, Chlo, I'm not against it. In fact, Beca asked my permission and obviously, I said yes. Not that she needed my permission. The two of you are pefect for each other," the blonde babbled.
The redhead grinned, "That's so sweet! I can't believe she did that!"
"She loves you very much."
Chloe nodded. "And you are deflecting. Now, tell me what's upsetting you."
Aubrey looked down. "I'm just gonna miss having you here all the time. I know, it's childish. But we've been living together since college and it's going to be weird without you."
Chloe tackled her in a hug, "Oh, Bree! You should have told me this earlier."
"And just what would you do if I did tell you before now, future Mrs. Mitchell?"
"I'll do anything to assure you that, no matter what, I'll always be here for you and we'll always be best triends," the redhead sincerely answered and tightened her hold on Aubrey.
"I know that, Chlo," Aubrey returned the hug. "I'm sorry for ruining this for you."
"You are not ruining anything, Posen."
They stayed on the floor embracing and muttering assurances to each other even as they heard their girlfriends arrive. "Hey. Are you ready- oh. Do you, guys, need a moment? We could, uh, we... Stacie, help?"
Stacie rolled her eyes at Beca's stuttering. The smaller brunette can never get used to their girlfriends' intimate best friends moments. "Come on, short stuff. We can wait in the kitchen."
Chloe and Aubrey giggled. The latter teased, "I can't believe you are marrying that awkward midget."
It earned her a slapped on her arm. "Don't call her that! And you approve, so you don't get to tease," Chloe chastised. They got up and went to their significant others.
The redhead immediately wrapped Beca in a hug and kissed her soundly. The latter grumbled but made no move to extract herself from the hug.
Stacie held Aubrey's hand and quietly asked, "Are you okay?"
The older woman pulled her into a brief kiss before mumbling, "I am now that you're here."
"Good."
"What's with all the mushiness today?" Beca broke the moment. "Are we ready to go now?"
Three pairs of eyes glared at her but three heads nodded their assent nonetheless. Chloe's face immediately pulled into a wide grin. "Let's go house hunting!"
One week before the Beale-Mitchell nuptials, the Conrad-Posen pair found themselves on the threshold of the formerly shared apartment. They just got back from helping Chloe and Beca move into the house they bought two months prior.
Tears are forming on the blonde's eyes as she took in the apartment's interior. It might look the same for everyone else but she could see the changes like the absence of Chloe's medical books on the coffee table, the missing Disney princess blanket draped on the sofa and the lack of Chloe's sunshine. She knows that if they step further into the place, she would know what else is different; what else is absent.
She doesn't know how to do this. How would she remember to do grocery shopping without her best friend's constant reminder? How would she recover from a nightmare if she can't just simply cross the hallway to get to Chloe anymore? How would they girl talk if she's alone?
"Stacie," her voice trembled. "I don't know how to live alone. What am I gonna do with the spare room and all the extra space?"
Stacie took both of her hands and gently rubbed her thumbs on her knuckles. "You could turn it to a study or a personal gym or a studio. You can start practising your artistic prowess."
Aubrey growled at the teasing. She tried to pull back her hands but Stacie wouldn't let go. "Or you can just end the lease and move to a new place."
She huffed, "You're not taking me seriously."
"I am," Stacie kissed her knuckles.
"Really?" she raised an eyebrow. "So where do you think I should move?"
"With me." The brunette let go of her hands to reach inside her bag. She pulled out a square velvet box. She gingerly opened it to reveal a key. "What do you think?"
Shocked, all the blonde could say was, "You already gave me a key to your place."
Stacie chuckled nervously, "Funny story. Remember when we went house hunting with BeChloe?"
Aubrey nodded confusedly but chuckled at the ship name for their best friends.
"Remember the house at the hill that overlooks Barden which you really liked?" Another nod. "I, uh, I bought it."
"What?!"
"Well, I mortgaged it. But yeah, this key is for that house." The blonde just stared at the key. She couldn't believe that Stacie bought a house that she did like but never really articulated that she does. "Bree, love, if you don't like it-"
"I do. I'm just overwhelmed. How did you even know I liked that house?"
"Your eyes lit up beautifully when we looked around it," was the instant answer. "And I don't know. You just stood by the window at the master's bedroom and you looked like you belong there."
Heart pounding, all Aubrey could do was stare lovingly at Stacie. The younger woman never fails to amaze her. She had come a long way from the college freshman who used her sexual forwardness to shield her inner geek. She is now confident in a different way; confident in her intelligence and abilities. But, she still the thoughtful person that made Aubrey fall in love hook, line and sinker.
After a long moment of silence that felt like forever to Stacie, she cleared her throat, "Bree, I'm dying here. Please give me an answer."
Aubrey laughed, eyes shining. "I'd love to move in with you, Stacie," she punctuated her answer with a kiss which the brunette gladly returned.
"Thank my lucky stars, you agreed," Stacie whispered as their lips separated.
"Did you expect me to say no?"
"Well, not really. But I know this place holds a lot of memories for you."
"We can make new memories in our house."
Stacie giggled, "You're such a sap, Bree. But our house sounds perfect."
"Shut up and make love to me, Conrad." Aubrey pulled her in a searing kiss.
"Wow. I really am lucky." Stacie, then, carried her princess style towards her bedroom. With a squeal, Aubrey thought, "I am the lucky one."