AN: Thank you all so much for all of the reviews, favorites, and follows! It really makes me feel like I am doing something right. This chapter is more from Beca's point of view. From here on out, each chapter will flip from either Chloe or Beca's perspective. I hope you enjoy this Chapter! Feel free to review or leave thoughts and questions, as always.

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Becs: I don't really like comparing Beca and Chloe to OITNB characters. Beca really doesn't match up with anyone from the show, in my opinion. If I had to choose between Vee and Alex, I'd say she's more like Alex. You'll see as the story goes. For Chloe, I wouldn't say she is like Piper at all. If it weren't for the flirting thing, she would be a completely independent woman who doesn't need anyone. I would think she would be a lot like Yoga Jones, in regards to her role, with a little more pep.

Chapter 2: Redheads and Heart Attacks

Beca was seated in a window sill at the back of the prison's library. She loved sitting in the window sills. She was just small enough to be able to fit on them. The window provided a perfect view of the landscape beyond the prison as well as the yard. If the petite girl sat at just the right angle, the walls and yard of the prison were not visible and Beca was left with a scenic view. It allowed the brunette to pretend that she was not in prison. That she was at an actual local library enjoying a leisurely day. The only thing that ruined the fantasy was her stupid kaki jumpsuit. She hated kaki, it made everyone who wore it look like a camp counselor and it always wrinkled so easily. It really didn't help that Beca practically swam in her clothes, making her look even smaller than she was. The petite woman preferred black with pops of color, like reds, blues, purples, and forest greens. Another positive that came with sitting in the window sill was that it was usually sunny and Beca was often cold. It was like she had her own personal heater.

Beca was reading a book of sheet music, remixing and trying to play the notes in her head. She would play them if the shit hole of a prison possessed a single musical instrument, but at last Beca was left using her own imagination. Just as she felt herself getting somewhere, the brunette noticed movement into her section of the library. When she looked up her gaze was met by one Aubrey Posen. Beca had actually sat in this particular window in hopes of avoiding making eye contact with the blonde. The blonde had practically been staring at Beca openly for the last few weeks with increasing intensity. It was starting to bother the shorter woman, she needed a break from it. If she didn't, Beca would be forced to do something about it and she really wasn't in the mood.

In prison people stared for two reasons: 1. They wanted to fight you or 2. They wanted to fuck you. As for the first one, Beca could not think of a single reason why Aubrey would want to fight her. Given when they had first met, Beca had called the blonde's little team building camp stupid and an idiotic idea. There had also been the thing with the ladder. Sure, Aubrey had obviously wanted to hit the smaller woman, but by that time Beca's reputation was already present. So the blonde was forced to suck it up and walk away. Besides she had paid Beca back with some UNTRUE, but nasty rumors. That had been a long time ago, but inmates had held grudges for longer for a lot less. It was easy when you had endless time to waste. The second one seemed even less likely. Given, Beca had maybe sort of been staring, but not at the blonde. She had been looking at her redheaded friend who had the most beautiful blue eyes Beca had ever seen. She couldn't help but be drawn to them. Then there was the redhead's seemingly endless smile that Beca wanted to bask in. She was pretty sure the woman's name was Chloe, but the brunette's source of information wasn't the best considering she got all of it by overhearing conversations. So yeah, maybe she had been staring and maybe the blonde mistook her attentions to be directed at her, but surely the blonde didn't think Beca was interested in her. Right?

The petite girl's eyes bugged out for a moment at the thought. She quickly tried to school her face into a mask of indifference, but faltered for a moment, the blonde's stare really not helping. Then the blonde, left as quickly as she came, allowing the brunette to release a breath of air she didn't realize she was holding. Just as quickly as the petite woman regained her ability to breath she lost it. The woman she had been staring at suddenly appearing in the exact spot the blonde had previously occupied. She watched as bright blue eyes scanned the room carefully before falling on her own. Beca tried to quickly divert her eyes to the book that rested in her lap, but it seemed almost impossible to look away. When she finally managed to divert her gaze, she felt eyes sweeping over her, taking in every detail of her person. Beca chose the worst and perfect, depending on the point of view, time to decide to steal another glance at the redhead, a smile tugging at the corners of the taller woman's lips and then slowly blossoming into a full blown smile.

Beca's heart beat sporadically in her chest. Fuck! She was a goner. The redhead hadn't even spoken yet or moved closer and the brunette already felt her palms getting clammy. As if hearing her thoughts, Chloe started her slow approach. Beca gripped onto her book tighter for dear life, as her heart rate somehow picked up even more. The brunette seriously thought she was going to die because surely she was in the lead up steps of a heart attack. No one's heart should be able to beat that fast normally. For a second Beca tried to get herself to relax, telling herself the redhead was just heading to the bookshelf to the right of her. Yeah, surely that was it, but then why was the redhead staring at her. Why was the woman's smile growing as she approached.

Before she knew it, Chloe was in front of her, facing her, giving no indication the redhead was interested in anything other than the tiny woman sitting in a window sill, completely frozen in shock.

"Hi I'm Chloe," The woman before Beca stated, extending her hand in greeting as she swayed slightly in a half circle pattern.

Beca really wanted to say something. She also really wouldn't have minded fitting her hand in Chloe's. Actually she was pretty sure she would have really enjoyed placing her hand in Chloe's, but that was not what Beca did. Instead she just sat there staring at the hand offered, face void of emotion. The brunette honestly wasn't trying to play her I'm to badass to be bothered card, even though there was a constant chant of 'Stay cool Beca. Stay cool. You got this! You're a badass.' playing through her head on loop since the bubbly woman had advanced upon her. The petite woman was literally frozen in place, unable to speak or move. She tried she really did, but she couldn't seem to get her body to respond. The brunette really wished she could have just pretended she was deaf or something, but that was not really a viable option once you had openly been staring in a way that indicated that you were listening to the person talking to you.

Finally, Beca managed to let out a grunt, which was supposed to be a simple 'Hi'. Beca quickly chastised herself for her extreme awkwardness. If she had been alone and able to move, she would have been hitting her head against a wall, trying to erase the memory.

Chloe swiftly retracted her hand at the noise and tried a new tactic, small talk.

Stepping further into the brunette's personal space, she asked, "Oh, what are you reading?"

At the sudden advancement into her space and waft of something floral, that definitely wasn't Beca's own shower gel or shampoo, the brunette became even more ridged.

Most people would have taken in Beca's new ridged frame as a warning that the petite girl was going to strike and would step back, but not Chloe Beale.

The woman just trudged on, sparing a glance at the open page before Beca, "You like music then, huh? Do you play any instruments?" The last question came with Chloe's signature doe eyes and an even bigger smile. Beca found the redhead to be absolutely adorable, but the realization really wasn't helping her unfreeze or her heart beat for that matter.

"You are not really into small talk are you?" Chloe did not even bother waiting for an answer this time before continuing. "That's totes okay. I respect that. All business. It can be really hot." The bubbly woman couldn't help throwing in a flirty smile, dipping a shoulder into the shorter woman's space as if to nudge her's. Beca just quietly squirmed in her seat, hoping the other woman wouldn't notice. She didn't seem to because, before the brunette came fully back to reality, Chloe was barreling into the next part of her conversation, face becoming serious.

"So I will just tell you why I am here. I need your help." At the last utterance of the taller woman's words, Beca's body finally decided to move, raising an eyebrow at Chloe's confession. Although a small movement, a chorus of Hallelujahs went off in Beca's head and she couldn't control the small smirk that appeared at her success.

Apparently it was enough of a response for the redhead because the smile that had previously left the woman's face had blossomed ten-fold, causing the smaller woman to melt inside. The indication of Chloe's effect on Beca was only apparent in the slight softening of her eyes.

"I made a mistake. Apparently I have been unknowingly flirting with several woman. Which wouldn't be a problem if they weren't already taken…..by some, apparently, really powerful inmates. So now they all really want to have their turns using me as their own personal punching bag and I'm not really punching bag material. They do not seem to understand it was just a REALLY big misconception because I'm new and REALLY bad with names, let alone the positions of hierarchy of inmates. Normally I would just explain and be myself and everything would be okay. So now there are a bunch of people trailing me and I know it will be any day now that they will attack. I need some protection and I was hoping you could help."

As Chloe had spoken, her eyes had become doe eyed and more pleading as time went on, her smile slowly falling.

Beca knit her brows together before quickly smoothing her face out. Under any other circumstance, she probably would have been extremely flattered Chloe had come to her and been completely taken with her doe eyed expression, but the brunette was stuck on the first part of the redhead's little speech. No one wanted to hear that their crush was flirting with a bunch of women, especially when you were not included in the group of recipients. The next thing that hit Beca was a deep concern for the woman before her, a woman she had just officially met no more than 10 minutes ago. Although she wanted to help the woman she spent several hours dreamily staring at and whom occupied her mind during pretty much all of her free time, Beca really wasn't interested in getting in the middle of a war. Which is what this endeavor would lead to. The brunette had heard several stories about a redhead coming onto several inmates' wives, she had just hoped it wasn't her redhead. Every single woman Chloe had unknowingly upset, was in charge of a major service in the prison, some selling drugs, cosmetics, or extra phone cards. Some were just well established fighters that everyone knew not to bother. Beca really REALLY wasn't interested in getting involved. She was happy with her place at the top of the pyramid. The brunette had pissed off a lot of people getting her spot. If anyone beat her in a fight, pretty much everyone in the prison would want a shot at Beca Mitchell. No matter how much the shorter woman liked Chloe, she still didn't know the woman and a crush wasn't worth sacrificing her own safety for.

Of course that is when Beca found her voice again. Instead of saying something encouraging or comforting, she went to her default.

"I don't take on charity cases." Dripped from Beca's lips full of snark and some bite.

Much to her credit, Chloe didn't back down. "But there is no one else who will do it and you are the best." The redhead pleaded with the brunette and went to place a hand on the other woman's knee, but rethought the action when Beca white knuckled her book, mistaking it as a possible threat.

Beca's heart sored at the possible contact and her body had instantly tensed at the prospect before stating at a slightly higher octave, "That's not my problem."

At those words and Beca's returned interest in her book, the redhead had went to turn. She stopped the action when a voice suddenly spoke.

"What about Fat Amy?"

The brunette's head was still buried in her book when the redhead turned back to her, surprise painted on her face.

"She would need payment and my commissary is too low. I normally can just barely afford soap and toothpaste."

Beca feels a tug at her heart as any hope that the redhead had drained from her body, Chloe visibly drooping. Suddenly out of nowhere Beca had an over powering want to see that all-encompassing smile of Chloe's. Before she could stop herself the brunette found herself digging through her pockets for something she had been really looking forward to enjoying later in the day.

Chloe finally stops when what Beca was rustling for suddenly hits her in the chest and she quickly scrambles to catch it. At the realization that Beca had thrown a snickers bar at her, the taller girl beams at the brunette. Beca can't help the small smile that her lips create at the sight of the beaming woman. Chloe looks like she is going to hug the smaller woman before her, but must think better of it, instead settling for an exuberant thank you before leaving, snickers bar clasped preciously in hand.

Beca was rather pleased with herself as her heart fluttered lightly at the thought of the beaming redhead. Amy loves candy and although one candy bar definitely wouldn't be enough to convince the blonde to help Chloe, it would definitely be a good start.

With the sudden absence of her snack, the petite girl suddenly had an intense urge to visit commissary. She tells herself that it has nothing to do with a certain redhead's floral scent and the knowledge that that is where the same redhead had said she buys her soap. No, Beca was just hungry. If there just so happened to be some floral scented soap then she might just buy some. One could never have too many extra toiletries. She was just being a responsible adult. Yeah, that's what it was.