It was the silence that woke Beca up. She looked down and saw that her iPod had run out of battery. How long was I asleep? she thought, checking the digital clock by her bed. Oops. It was after midnight. No sense in starting my philosophy homework now. Stretching her arms over her head, Beca quietly, as to not wake up Kimmy Jin, removed her clothes, put on a bathrobe, gathered her towel and shower tote and slipped out the door of her dorm room. She padded down the hall to the communal bathroom (which, by the way, she was not happy about). Beca vaguely remembered listening to the song Titanium sometime during her nap, so she didn't think anything of it when she started singing under her breath as she pushed open the door to the bathroom. I doubt anyone else is taking midnight showers, she thought distractedly. But alas, Beca was very, very wrong. So wrong, in fact, that she did not notice when someone slipped into the shower stall with her.

"You can sing!"

"Dude!" Beca yelled, whipping around willing her eyes to look anywhere but at the other girl's naked form. It wasn't even the fact that some random person barged in on her that made her skin feel hot all over and her breath catch in her throat. No, it had a lot more to do with who that random person was. When she saw that girl, that redheaded girl from the activities fair that refused to leave her thoughts, standing in front of her wearing absolutely nothing and not at all apologetic, Beca briefly wondered if she was still dreaming. But, just to be safe, she grabbed the shower curtain with a shaky hand and held it in front of her own very naked body.

"I'm Chloe," the other girl said, seemingly not noticing the fact that she was baring all for a stranger. "You have to join the Bellas."

"I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk," Beca said. It was true—the urge to lower her eyes was overwhelmingly tempting. Unfortunately, Chloe either hadn't heard her or didn't care. Beca was betting on the latter.

"One time, we sang backup for Prince!" Chloe continued. "His butt was so tiny I could hold it with, like, one hand—Oops!" Chloe had inadvertently knocked the oversized loohfah Beca had been using to cover her chest to the floor. In an effort to remain modest, Beca turned around and pressed her front to the wall of the shower.

"Seriously," she said. "I am nude." And lightheaded and shaky and slightly nauseous.

"You were singing Titanium, right?" Chloe pressed, stepping closer.

"You know David Guetta?" Beca asked, momentarily forgetting Chloe's close proximity and lack of clothing at the mention of one of her currently-favorite artists.

"Have I been living under a rock? Yeah. That song is my jam. My lady jam."

Oh, God. "That's nice," Beca said, trying not to imagine what, exactly, a lady jam was.

"It is. That song really builds." Chloe winked suggestively. Beca was having a really hard time reining in her imagination now.

"Gross," Beca breathed, because, really, what was she supposed to say?

"Will you sing it for me?" Chloe asked, stepping even closer. Is she asking what I think she's asking? "Dude, no, get out!" Beca half-yelled, not trusting herself this close to Chloe.

"Not for that reason." Oh. "I'm not leaving here 'til you sing." Beca, still facing the wall, peered over her shoulder at the other girl, willing her to leave. Chloe didn't seem to have any plans of doing so, unfortunately. Eventually, Beca turned back around, and, clutching her arms to her chest and, training her eyes on Chloe's (God, she has beautiful eyes), began to sing. It was awkward at first, performing in a shower stall for a stranger, but when Chloe began to harmonize with her, Beca almost forgot that she was, in fact, performing in a shower stall for a (naked) stranger. At the end of their duet, however, Beca, in a moment of weakness, let her eyes wander down Chloe's front. Wow. She quickly averted her eyes, pointedly staring at the ceiling.

"Oh, yeah," Chloe said, a laugh on the edge of her voice. "I'm pretty confident about"—she gestured with her hands to her body—"all of this."

"You should be," Beca said before she could stop herself. Chloe smiled at her and handed Beca her towel. They stared at each other for a moment before a boy (when did he get here?) appeared behind Chloe.

"You have a lovely voice," he said, staring at the two girls unapologetically.

"Thanks," Beca spat, frowning. It was only then did Chloe seem to notice the two girls' nakedness, and she quickly took the boy by the arm and headed out of Beca's stall, throwing a "See you at auditions!" over her shoulder.

When she heard the door swing shut, Beca leaned her forehead against the cool shower wall, her thoughts bouncing around inside her head and her heart racing like she had just run a long distance. It's from seeing that guy naked, she said to herself. Because girls who like guys like that kind of thing. Yes, it had nothing to do with Chloe and everything to do with that strange guy. Beca steadied her hands on the wall and righted herself. Also, you're tired, she reminded herself. See, it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the redheaded girl who had been invading her thoughts for three days.

But really, what the hell had she gotten herself into?