Author's Note: I added this information to the story summary, but I forgot to mention in the last chapter that this story is a little AU. Nothing serious, as in, certain things are just ignored for the purposes of this story, or a detail is changed, but I figured it's worth mentioning in case anyone gets upset over it. It won't really come up until the fourth chapter, though. Also, I might be considering the idea of adding a fifth, but I'm not sure, yet. Because I can definitely end things at the fourth, but I might add another, anyway.

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It's a month later that Beca feels obliged (conned, kind of, but she's pretty sure that part's an accident) to agree to dinner at Chloe and Aubrey's. Chloe hadn't brought it up during any of their time together, so Beca isn't even sure if the ginger knows that the idea is on the table, but Beca had found herself in Aubrey's company a lot more after the clusterfuck that had been the revealing of her feelings for Chloe, and Aubrey brings it up, like, all the time.

And, okay, outside of the subject of dinner, Beca actually really enjoys spending time with the blonde. They don't study or listen to music in Beca's dorm the way that Beca and Chloe do, but they take walks around campus after practice some days, and they meet up for coffee on the weekends. And they talk – really talk – and Beca knows she's definitely in love with Aubrey, too, because Aubrey's actually really complicated (which Beca definitely gets), but she's still sweet, even if she does it differently than Chloe, and – okay, Beca really, really gets thrown off by them, because she feels a lot like they're both more-than-friendly kind of sweet to Beca, sometimes. And it's nice (like, really, inappropriately nice) right up until it isn't, which is usually the around that time that Beca realizes, fuck, she's not allowed to feel these things, and, shit, she really needs to get this under control.

But Beca wishes it was that easy, because when Aubrey waits for her at the on-campus coffee shop on a Tuesday and there's a vanilla latte with extra whip innocently hovering at Beca's end of the table, Beca thinks, again, that she's totally screwed. But she ignores it, because, alright, even though the thoughts pop up like fucking Whack-a-Moles in Beca's head, she really tries not to think about how she loves Chloe and Aubrey while she's actually with them, because it feels cheap and wrong, and Beca's a little ashamed of herself.

So when Aubrey asks after practice on Wednesday if Beca had thought over the dinner suggestion any further, Beca still really, really means to say no. Again. Because that idea still doesn't appeal to Beca's interests, like, even a little bit. And Beca's definitely sure that she won't be able to get her feelings out of her head around them if she goes – because they'll be there together. So Beca means to say no.

But if she'd thought that Chloe's big, pathetic puppy eyes were convincing, it was only because Beca had never seen Aubrey's.

Because, fuck, Beca thinks Aubrey doesn't even mean to whip them out, but they're hopeful and kind all at once, like Aubrey's bracing herself for a 'no,' and would totally understand, but she's also simultaneously (silently, profusely, for a reason Beca still doesn't even understand) pleading for a 'yes.' So, yeah, Beca feels like a sucker and like her feelings are going to be trampled over and stomped on and crushed beneath the pointy heels of their shoes, but, okay, sure, she can go to dinner.

Like, what? No. That's not a good idea at all. But the eyes, and Beca totally can't say no to them, so Beca sighs and shakes her head at herself, receiving a broad grin and, upon parting ways, an extra tight hug with a promise to text for plans. (A text that Beca receives, in true Posen-fashion, thirty minutes after the standard I-arrived-home-safely message that Beca requires both Aubrey and Chloe to send every time they leave Beca's company. Because, alright, Beca worries about them. Sometimes. Sometimes a lot.)

So on Friday, Beca stands outside their place and anxiously wipes her palms against her jeans before she works up the nerve to knock. Because she's never been here before, to Aubrey and Chloe's apartment, and she still doesn't really want to be here. Beca doesn't want to see how their styles blend together to form a home. She doesn't want to see if they behave more affectionately here than they do outside these walls. But she agreed, and Beca can't disappoint them, so she raises her fist and raps her knuckles against the door.

And, "Ooph," is all she manages, because as soon as the door cracks open, the ginger ball of energy that is Chloe Beale is hurling into Beca's arms, and Beca has to struggle to keep them both upright. "Hi, Chlo," she sighs into Chloe's neck, bracing her arms around the taller girl's back.

"Hi!" Chloe chirps excitedly. "Come in, come in," she insists. "Bree's making dinner, but…" she trails off, leaning in close until her breath burns hot on Beca's mouth, and stage-whispers, "she's not always so great with the cooking, so maybe don't dig in all at once."

"Something Aubrey isn't good at?" Beca smirks, finding the façade of confidence easier to slip into after a month of practice, but still… this is exactly what she'd been afraid of. This… hominess, outside of Beca's own safe place, and trapped in Chloe and Aubrey's instead. "There has to be someone we should call about that, right?" Beca jokes anyway.

"Heard that," Aubrey frowns, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning in the jamb of the open doorway, and Beca can see that it leads to the kitchen. "You're welcome to try it out if you think you can do better, Mitchell."

Beca cocks her head to the left and raises a brow. Vainly, she replies, "I'm actually a pretty good cook, Posen." Chloe giggles, but Beca shoots her a glare, and defiantly argues, "Dude, no. I'm totally serious."

"Then, by all means, prove it to us, Becs," Chloe dares, sweeping her arms out toward the kitchen, and Beca now feels compelled to do just that.

"Challenge accepted, Beale," Beca huffs, and shoves past a crookedly smiling Aubrey, and Beca tries not to think about how that sideways almost-smirk looks really, really sexy on her.

But when Beca gets in the kitchen and moves away from the doorway, she leans her elbows over the sink and sighs to herself. Yeah, this is just as hard as she thought it would be. But, okay, she has to make it through the rest of the night, so Beca inhales and tries to compose herself, but flinches a little when she realizes that she isn't alone.

"Do you want a drink?" Aubrey offers softly from behind her.

"Like you wouldn't fucking believe," Beca answers inelegantly, but Aubrey doesn't say a thing, and rustles around in the freezer while Beca washes her hands (because, actually, she is going to cook, if not to prove a point, then to assign her fingers a task that doesn't involve fidgeting with something that doesn't belong to her).

When Beca turns, Aubrey smiles a little and slips a glass of whiskey into Beca's palm, closing long, tan digits over Beca's until it's fully in Beca's grasp, and Beca wastes no time throwing it back. Aubrey doesn't question it, simply pours a second round, and Beca takes a gulp of that one, too, before she sets the rest of the beverage on the counter.

"Are you okay?" Aubrey asks eventually, shifting to sit at one of the bar stools and remaining carefully out of sight from the living room, where Beca thinks Chloe must be. And Beca idly wonders how the redhead is entertaining herself right now, because normally Chloe clings to human company like a moth to light, but she's still suspiciously absent.

"Yep," Beca assures, even though she isn't – like, at all – and she's pretty sure that Aubrey knows it. "What are we making?"

Aubrey's eyes light up with amusement. "You don't actually have to help, you know."

"Help?" Beca scoffs. "Please. I'll do the whole damn thing myself."

"Lasagna," Aubrey replies. "But, seriously, Mitchell – if you can't actually cook, get the hell out of my kitchen, because I'm not putting out any fires tonight."

Beca rolls her eyes, but assesses the progress that's been made so far, and steps in like she's fucking at home in that kitchen, folding the sleeves of her shirt up to her elbows so that the material isn't in the way. And it takes some effort, but Beca manages to block out everything but the fact that she's in good company (and she thinks the fact that Aubrey is not-so-subtly replenishing her second-time-empty glass is definitely helping things along), so, forty minutes later, Beca's comfortable enough to assert to Aubrey that her lasagna recipe is definitely superior to whatever shit Aubrey's been fooled into making, and they're bickering over spices when Chloe reappears.

"Oh my God, seriously?" Chloe's eyes bug out of her head.

Aubrey brushes off her imagined concern and slices a dismissive hand through the air. "Creative differences, Chlo. Leave us alone. We promise not to throw down."

"Yeah, Red," Beca nods, surreptitiously adding another sprinkle of the garlic powder, which, okay, maybe wasn't as sly as Beca thought, because Aubrey's puffing and folding her arms over her chest indignantly, like, I saw that, Mitchell, so Beca smirks unapologetically, and finishes, "I'd kick her ass, anyway - especially if it's a cooking showdown. I got this," she boasts.

"You didn't even come into play until it was almost finished," Aubrey contends.

"Dude, it's like if the rookie gets pulled off the bench in the last thirty seconds of the game and scores the winning touchdown. Still totally saves the day," Beca pronounces.

"No," Chloe hisses, and the way she says it makes Beca think that she actually has something really important to say, so she frowns and looks up at her. "You can actually cook!" Chloe exclaims, but her expression is still so fucking serious that Beca has to try really hard not to sound offended.

"I said I could," Beca replies, and shrugs, "and I can."

But Aubrey and Chloe exchange a look that Beca can't really figure out, and she feels a little uneasy, so she downs another mouthful of her drink, and says, "We're all done here, if you guys are ready to eat, or whatever."

"Starving," Chloe saves, finally breaking from whatever intense moment that she and Aubrey had been sharing as she moves forward to take the dish from in front of Beca.

Beca tries really hard not to blush (and fails) when Chloe's chest flattens against Beca's bicep in the process, but, fuck, it's almost cruel, and Beca feels two different kinds of aches all at once. And even though the ache in her chest hurts a lot more than the other, the twinge that coils hard in the pit of Beca's stomach makes her pretty uncomfortable, too.

And Beca can't look at either one of them, because she probably really shouldn't be here. But she doesn't need to look at them, apparently, because Chloe's parting for the dining room and Aubrey's topping off Beca's drink again (even though she's only drained a little of it since her last refill), and the blonde offers Beca a side hug, her hip bumping lightly against Beca's, and even though Beca knows that Aubrey's trying to be comforting, her dual aches only intensify.

"Relax," Aubrey murmurs. "I know it's hard. I'm sorry. But it – we just – we just want to talk to you, Beca."

And Beca knows it's weird that Aubrey's stuttering over her phrases, but Beca thinks that maybe Aubrey's finally reconsidering her belief that this dinner will make things easier, and she feels a little vindicated. Still miserable, but a little vindicated.

Beca nods anyway and lowers her sleeves again, because, damn it, she's trying, and she follows the blonde into the dining room to meet Chloe, noting that Aubrey lifts a bottle of wine from the fridge and Beca's (apparently private, and admittedly much-preferred) bottle of liquor on the way.

But Beca wonders how much of this dinner is actually supposed to be spent talking, because she's poking around at her food and Aubrey's taking polite-sized bites, like always, and nobody's speaking at all. But Chloe's vigorously shoveling her food down, and Beca thinks that's a little off, because, okay, Chloe can eat – especially when she's hungover, when no one else can even consider the notion of food – but she's rarely this enthusiastic about it. Chloe likes to savor her food.

So when Chloe's plate is empty and she huffs and throws her fork down, Beca should know that something significant is about to happen. Because Chloe is frustrated, and Beca's pretty sure that she's about to share why. But everyone stays quiet for another minute and Chloe swallows a healthy portion of her wine (actually, Beca thinks she just swallowed almost all of it, which is really not okay, if the disparaging look that Aubrey flicks in Chloe's direction is anything to go by, but Chloe doesn't notice). Instead, Chloe leans back in her chair and matter-of-factly announces, "Aubrey and I want you to be with us."

And, what the fuck? So Beca chokes on her bite of pasta and barely has time to notice that Aubrey's glowering a Hitler-esque look of fury at their redheaded dinner companion, before Beca blinks twice and convinces herself that Chloe just cannot mean that the way that Beca interpreted it.

So, "What?" Beca demands, leaning forward in the hopes that she will actually hear Chloe spit out an entirely different set of words, because Beca's actually hoping a little that, yeah, she is just that fucking crazy.

"You know," Chloe says, matching Beca's movement and tilting her body inward, folding her stomach a little across the table, "like, be with us," she says throatily, and she's doing that really sexy biting-her-lip-against-a-grin thing that Beca both loves and hates, and, to make things worse, Chloe adds a suggestive wink that, yeah, suggests a hell of a lot, and Beca flushes bright red, because she's embarrassed and confused and feels kind of like she's being punk'd, because this is fucking insane.

"Chloe!" Aubrey snaps out finally, and Chloe reels back in her seat like she's been burned, but her eyes look confused – like, how the hell did she do that wrong? And Beca's not really sure, because she's positive that there definitely isn't a right way to do that, but it's obvious that Aubrey thinks differently.

Beca shifts incredulous eyes between them both, and she's pretty sure that her mouth is unattractively falling open and shut while she tries to process, but Chloe's still looking confused (and a little indignant), and Aubrey looks miffed and mortified and afraid all at once, like Chloe's ripped the carpet right out from under her and left her floundering on the ground like a fish on land. But Beca's absolutely fucking sure that they'd both just done that to her, so, okay, she can't really refrain from launching up to her feet, and she kind of doesn't care when the back of her chair clatters noisily against the floor in the otherwise painfully silent room.

"Dude, no!" Beca rejects vehemently, and she feels her hair whipping over her ears with the vicious shakes of her head that accompany the sentiment, but she can't stop the motion – and she knows because she thought to try, and her efforts failed spectacularly.

Chloe looks hardcore devastated, and Aubrey looks pale and like she's definitely, definitely going to be sick, so Beca heaves in a sharp breath and swallows thickly, forcing herself to calm down. Because, okay, yeah, her emotions definitely get to have a say in this, even if they haven't gotten to have a say in much at all over the last few months, but she has to do some damage control here before Aubrey and Chloe douse the room in vomit and tears.

And Beca decides that vomit is worse, so she blinks, gathers herself as much as she can, and snatches the bottle of wine from the center of the table with shaky hands, pouring a really, really large glass of the liquid and shoving it into Aubrey's palm. "Drink that," Beca instructs, and her voice quivers, but she's pretty sure that her eyes are equal parts guarded and authoritative, so she isn't surprised when, despite her earlier qualms with Chloe's wine-drinking habits, Aubrey downs the alcohol in one go.

"Now breathe," she tells Aubrey, forcing her tone to soften until it's almost a sigh, and she takes Aubrey's arm in her palm, circling soothing patterns across the blonde's forearm with her thumb as she kneels between the two women she's excruciatingly in love with, her back to Aubrey while she faces Chloe. Beca slides her fingers down until she can tighten her fingers over Aubrey's wrist and arches her neck up so that she can lock her eyes onto Chloe's while she speaks.

Beca's not really good at comforting, but she knows she has to get her shit together, here, because they need her to, so she swallows again and reaches her opposite hand to close over Chloe's knee. "Chlo," she rasps, and shakes her head, because, fuck, how the hell is she supposed to make this better without completely losing them both? "I can't," Beca insists, and she feels Aubrey slip her fingers through Beca's grip so that they tangle together with Beca's, and Beca grasps onto them, hard.

"Why not?" Chloe asks, and she's frowning, and her eyes are watering, and Beca kind of hates that she's done that, because Chloe is happy, and warm, and fucking rainbows, but – no. Beca definitely, definitely can't give her this one, because she cannot just sleep with them and go on like it never happened. She just can't.

"Because," Beca explains, tipping her head back to investigate the ceiling, because, yeah, maybe it's a stupid hope, but wouldn't it be nice if the words she needed were just swimming around somewhere up there for her to find?

"But, I thought – " Chloe furrows her brow and looks to Aubrey for support, but Beca can't look at both of them at once, from her position, so she misses the nonverbal communication that travels over her head. "Don't you want us, Becs?" Chloe asks, small and vulnerable, and, okay, Beca's been feeling like that for a long fucking time now, but she never wanted to make Chloe feel that way.

So, okay, it's time to do this. Her heart's already broken, so it can't get any worse, and, you know, Aubrey already knows half of it, so there's that small comforting thing, but Beca's never been good at this. She's never been good at feelings, and this is supposed to be Chloe's thing, but Chloe can't do it right now, so Beca has to man the fuck up.

"Chloe, it isn't that. It's – I can't just sleep with you," Beca emphasizes, hoping it explains her feelings well enough, because Beca isn't actually sure that she's capable of expressing more. And she knows that Aubrey understands, at least, because her fingers are death-gripping against Beca's, and it kind of hurts, but the comfort is there, too, so Beca works up the courage to add, "Not with – with either of you."

And she thinks that part is news to even Aubrey, because she hears the blonde suck in a quick gasp, but Aubrey's fingers somehow tighten more, like maybe it's okay that Beca really does mean both of them, and Beca hopes that's true.

"She didn't mean it that way," Aubrey asserts, and she sounds shaky, so Beca sighs, stands, and takes a step back so that she can see them both. "She didn't – she didn't mean just for a night, Beca." And Aubrey's really nervous now, but Beca's just confused, so she rakes both of her hands through her hair and then twists, and twists, and twists against the rings on her fingers.

"God, no!" Chloe cries, and she throws a panicked look in Aubrey's direction, and Aubrey, for a second, looks a little more like herself, because Beca's pretty sure that the look Chloe's receiving in return is just fucking full of I-told-you-so. "No, Beca!" Chloe tries again. "Damn it," she sighs to herself. "Okay. Okay. I did this wrong," Chloe resigns frantically, like she's trying to figure out how to fix her mistake, now, instead of denying that she's made one.

"That's why," Aubrey reprimands pointedly, "we had a plan, Chloe."

And, okay, obviously this didn't come out of nowhere for them, but Beca's had a lot to sort through, and in a very small (woefully insufficient) amount of time, so it hadn't actually occurred to her until now that this had been something that the two had discussed. And Beca's still confused, but she's also feeling a little betrayed, because, alright, she feels like she's been manipulated into coming here for this. And even if Chloe didn't know about them, per se (but Beca now suspects that she did know, because clearly Aubrey's told her something), Beca feels like her feelings in this have been completely disregarded, and her heart actually feels shattered. Like, to irreparable pieces. Because even though something is still throbbing agonizingly in her head and ears, and it feels a lot like a pulse, Beca's pretty sure that her heart can't actually be working right.

"Okay, no," Beca snarls, cutting off whatever response Chloe had been in the process of forming. "No, because this," she gestures between the three of them, "this can't happen. Because you guys are fucking dating, and I'm fucking in love with both of you, so I can't fucking sleep with you, because even being here hurts, okay? So I'm not gonna sign myself up for that so that you guys can add some flavor to your fucking sex life or whatever. I can't," Beca says, and she knows that she's swearing a lot and that she sounds like she's pleading (probably because she is, even if she isn't really sure what she's asking for), and angry, hurt tears are burning in her eyes, but she's been the best friend for fucking long enough, and now she feels like she's being jerked around, and nothing about this is fair. So she slouches over, defeated, and finishes, "I just can't."

"Beca," Aubrey stands, and is at Beca's side now, palm rubbing circles against her lower back, and Beca knows that Chloe wants desperately to speak, but Aubrey's handling this now, which, okay, Beca thinks is better. Because everyone's obviously feeling pretty emotional right now, but Aubrey's better at picking through the words that Beca gives voice to in order to find the ones that she can't give voice to, and Beca thinks she really needs that. "This was tactless, okay? We know," Aubrey assures softly, and looks over to Chloe, who nods emphatically, even though she still looks really fucking close to tears. And Beca knows that Chloe didn't mean to hurt her, so she tries for a weak smile to say, I'm sorry I shouted at you and it's okay, even though it doesn't feel that way at all.

"But I think," Aubrey adds carefully, "that we're on different pages about this. Because Chloe and I, we didn't actually mean that we just want you for sex, Beca."

And Beca's head is reeling, and this is fucking exhausting, so she frowns, leans forward to grab the bottle of Jack from the table, takes a hard swig, and motions to the living room. Because she needs to sit down. And this dinner definitely feels ruined and her heart's somewhere around here on the floor, Beca's pretty sure, so she needs a change of venue, because this room hurts too much.

Chloe and Aubrey follow behind her, and Aubrey sits atop the coffee table, knees grazing softly against Beca's, and Chloe sits next to Beca on the sofa. She doesn't curl her legs up to full-on snuggle into Beca's side like she normally would, but she latches onto Beca's arm with both of her own and looks pleadingly at Aubrey, like, okay, yeah, she said what she felt and it hadn't gone over well, but Aubrey can fix it with the crazy, mystic words that so habitually and meticulously curl off the edge of the blonde's tongue.

But Aubrey's quiet, too, which Beca is thankful for, because she needs a second to just… breathe, and she's pretty sure that Aubrey knows that. Because Aubrey's good at timing the way that Chloe's good at feeling. And when Beca finally feels like she can bear more (because she has to, and because, no matter what they're trying to do here tonight, Beca can't lose them), she says, "Okay. Okay, so what – " she clears her throat, "what are we getting at, here?"

"Chloe and I have feelings for you," Aubrey says frankly, but it's gentle and easy, like, yeah, that's big news for Beca, but it isn't for them, so Aubrey understands if she needs a second to work through it.

"Serious feelings," Chloe interjects, now, because this is the part that Chloe's good at. "Like, we're both in love with you, too, Becs. And… we weren't totally sure if you felt that way about Aubrey, so… yay," she bites her lip against her excitement, like she knows that this isn't really the appropriate time for it, but she's Chloe and she just can't help it, and Beca almost wants to laugh at it. Actually, she does a little, and even Aubrey cracks a small smile.

But then Beca's churning information, again, and she sighs.

"I don't… understand what any of this means," Beca admits, fluttering her fingers defenselessly through the air. "I mean, dude, I'm totally for two hot women being into me," she stumbles quickly to reassure, and rolls her eyes, because, okay, no, she's not good with words, either, but Chloe grins and Aubrey snorts, so maybe she didn't do as bad as she thought. "But I'm not totally sure what you're asking me, here."

"We want you," Chloe blurts, and she blushes hot red, and looks ruefully at Aubrey like she just knows she should've filtered that out, but Aubrey smiles at her kind of adoringly, and Beca thinks they're both kind of adorable.

"But not just for sex," Aubrey supplements cautiously, scanning Beca's face with absorbing, calculating emerald eyes, like she's waiting to assess any twitch of emotion that flickers across Beca's face and is prepared react accordingly to whatever emotion that happens to be.

"But definitely for that, too," Chloe divulges, and it sounds low and needy, and Beca squirms a little, because it's also really close to her ear.

"Chloe," Aubrey sighs exasperatedly.

"What?" Chloe demands, clearly frustrated now – like, dude, no, that was totally an appropriate thing to say, this time, and Chloe just won't tolerate a difference of opinion.

"That isn't the point," Aubrey tells her.

"But it totes is the point!" Chloe cries. "I mean, we're practically dating her already, Bree. She just didn't know it yet!"

"Dude!" Beca interrupts. "I'm right here," she reminds them, gesturing down the length of her torso to emphasize her existence. "And I don't think it counts as dating if I didn't know about it," she huffs. "Also, I don't spend time with the two of you together anywhere outside of practice, so it definitely doesn't count. Just saying."

"Because you wouldn't spend time with us together outside of practice," Aubrey points out, crossing her arms and tipping her chin up defiantly.

"Because you're dating and it sucked!" Beca claims ardently, and Chloe giggles against her shoulder, and Beca's kind of surprised that she's leaning against it at all, because she'd somehow missed it when that happened.

Fucking Chloe Beale and her fucking sneak attacks.

"But we wanted to date you, too," Aubrey says meaningfully, and it's quiet and significant, and a sharp contrast to the squabbling that had somehow comfortably manifested between them.

Beca frowns. "You want… all three of us to… date?" Beca asks, and she can feel her brows furrowing, but she looks between Aubrey and Chloe until she receives two anxious nods of confirmation.

"Um… okay?" Beca says, curling her fingers in her hair. "Because that's normal…" she mutters wryly.

"Well," Aubrey says, licking her lips to stall, and Beca knows she's seen Chloe do that before, so she idly wonders which one of them picked it up from the other, "it's the only solution that makes sense. Chloe and I love each other," Aubrey says assuredly. "But then we fell in love with you. And I think you were definitely in love with Chloe first, but – "

"Which is fair," Beca interjects to defend, because, okay, yeah, Aubrey's right (which Beca is ethically opposed to verbally admitting), but it makes perfect sense that she fell in love with Chloe before she fell in love with Aubrey, "because Chloe's a fucking space invader who walks through boundaries like she doesn't even know they're fucking there, and doesn't give you a choice about it one way or the other."

"I'm right here," Chloe quotes Beca's words back at her and pouts, and Beca is instantly overcome by the desire to kiss it away, like she always is, but she knows she shouldn't. Or maybe she should, now? Beca's confused.

So Beca ignores Chloe and crosses her arms, huffing at Aubrey and declaring, "And, also, you were a total aca-bitch for, like, ever since I met you."

"You were infuriating and spontaneous, and you caught Chloe's interest, which… caused some issues," Aubrey struggles, but Chloe smiles softly and reaches out for Aubrey's hand, and Aubrey smiles back and keeps going, "But then you caught my interest, too, and I thought you had a thing for Jesse," Aubrey shrugs carelessly, like, no, that totally doesn't matter at all, even though Beca somehow knows it really does. "Especially after you punched that guy at regionals for him. I didn't like it," Aubrey asserts decisively.

"Because he's a Treble?" Beca snorts.

"Because you were supposed to be ours," Aubrey glares with eyes that Beca's pretty sure are just forged with fire, but Beca's too caught up on the sound of her voice, because it's dark and possessive and really fucking hot, and Beca likes that so much, because the idea of being theirs is… God, that's fucking amazing, and, yeah, it's growing on her now that she's getting a clearer picture of what Aubrey and Chloe want.

"Bree gets jealous," Chloe whispers in Beca's ear, and she's winking again, but Beca knows now that it is supposed to be as enticing as it comes off, so she feels a little less guilty for thinking dirty thoughts. "I think it's sexy," Chloe all but moans in Beca's ear, and it's quiet, but definitely there, so Beca gets distracted.

"Yeah," Beca replies hoarsely, absently. "Me too."

Chloe grins, and bites her lip, but Beca's pretty sure that it's meant to be seductive this time, and fuck if it isn't, so Beca swallows thickly and tries to stay focused.

"Chloe," Aubrey tries for stern, but it falters like Beca thinks it definitely shouldn't, like Aubrey knows what Chloe's doing to Beca and knows that she's doing it on purpose, and maybe they should be talking some more, instead, but… also like Aubrey kind of wants to do a lot of not talking, too.

"Hmm?" Chloe hums innocently, and shoots Aubrey a look. And Beca can't really see it, because Chloe's nose is brushing underneath her jaw now, and Beca's forgetting that she was fucking born with the instinct to breathe, but she's pretty sure that whatever look Chloe's throwing at Aubrey is weakening the blonde's resolve, because Aubrey shuffles a little on the table and looks at Beca like I'm sorry and fuck this all at once.

"We don't want to pressure you," Aubrey tells Beca finally, and it's sincere, but sounds a little strained, too, like it's taking some effort for Aubrey to keep her voice steady.

"Definitely feeling pressure," Beca mutters dryly in response, because Chloe's hand is on her thigh now, gripping softly, and Beca can't help but think that she definitely wants it higher.

Aubrey carries on carefully like Beca hadn't spoken at all, even though Chloe laughs breathily against Beca's chin like she's awful fucking proud of herself for provoking a verbal reaction out of Beca, but Beca stifles a response to that and hears Aubrey say, "But we do want this."

"So bad, Becs," Chloe groans, lips hushing against Beca's flesh, and Beca thinks she might be dying, because her head is definitely swimming, but it's nothing compared to the head rush she gets when Chloe's teeth nip sharply (and without warning) against the curve between Beca's jaw and neck. Beca hisses inward with surprise, and because, fuck, that felt good, but Aubrey's kneeling in front of her a second later, taking Beca's chin between her fingers and tipping it away from Chloe, like she's trying to help Beca escape.

But Chloe doesn't really care, because her nose migrates further down Beca's neck, and she nuzzles it erotically against Beca's pulse, and Beca swallows, meeting Aubrey's eyes and trying to focus on her through the Chloe-induced fog. But, okay, Aubrey's kind of not helping either, because she's talking soft and low, and her fingers are generating heat all through Beca's face.

"I feel like I know," Aubrey whispers, smiling crookedly again, so Beca bites her lip, "but I have to ask; Beca, is this what you want? Because we can wait. Chloe and I can wait until – "

"Dude, no," Beca protests, firm and fast and, okay, maybe super (embarrassingly) eager. "So much no on the waiting."

And Chloe's laugh trickles through Beca's ear like fairy dust and leprechaun magic, and Beca feels lightheaded, but now Aubrey's outright smirking at her, because, yeah, she knows what Chloe does to Beca. But Beca's not so sure that Aubrey knows what she's doing to Beca, because Beca's pretty sure she would remember if Aubrey had ever smirked at her that way before (she definitely hadn't) and it's fucking hot, so Beca forgoes a witty retort and surges forward, instead, crashing her lips against Aubrey's soft, soft pink ones, while the fingers of her left hand thread through locks of blonde hair and her right hand cradles the back of Aubrey's neck.

And Beca's pretty caught up in that kiss, because, no, it's not gentle, like, at all – but it's easy, even though it's rough, and heat scrambles down Beca's spine like raging fire when their teeth click together with the force of it. But then Chloe's in Beca's head again, and Chloe moans something low and sizzling before she whispers, "Oh. My. God," and bites down hard against the shell of Beca's ear.

So Beca pulls back, because, okay, Chloe's voice is dark and sexy and Beca can hear it lacing with lust, and she isn't sure if she can focus on anything else. But she needs to get it together, because Beca's pretty sure that she's going to be having sex with both of them, like, really soon, and that's going to require some broader attention-splicing abilities.

But Aubrey breathes, "Oh," and her eyes are dazed when they finally crack apart, and Chloe's nails are marking the skin at Beca's forearm, little crescent dips making swift appearances against her flesh, and Beca blinks like, holy shit – that just happened.

"That was – "

"So hot," Chloe cuts Aubrey off forcefully.

Beca flushes beet red, but grazes the heel of her right hand across smooth, pretty skin to frame Aubrey's jaw, sweeping her thumb against the corner of the blonde's mouth. "Okay?" Beca asks, and her voice is unsure and quivering (again), but Beca can't help it, because she hadn't asked for even a little bit of permission to do that, and she kind of wants to hear what Aubrey had been trying to say about it.

"Beca," Aubrey exhales jaggedly, and Beca fidgets a little, because she's not sure she's ever heard anyone say her name that way before, "so, so okay," Aubrey finishes, reaching her hand up to tighten comforting fingers over the bend of Beca's elbow.

"Totes," Chloe confirms eagerly, and bites her lip. "But I want a turn," she whispers, but it's almost a whine, and Beca allows some of the tension to roll off her shoulders and she laughs.

"Yeah," Beca agrees, nodding, but gestures down at Aubrey and frowns, "but we should maybe… move?" She suggests. "That can't be too comfortable," she adds.

"You're fucking adorable," Aubrey blurts out (and Aubrey doesn't blurt), but Beca blushes, because she's never heard Aubrey swear before, not really, and, alright, it's doing crazy, heated things to Beca's insides.

But Beca remembers what Aubrey said, and frowns (because Beca is not fucking adorable), retracting her hands to fold them over her chest. "Fine," Beca huffs indignantly in reply. "Stay there, then."

"It was a compliment, Becs," Chloe rolls her eyes.

"I find it insulting," Beca insists, but allows Chloe to take her hand and pull her upward, anyway, and she's suddenly following a mess of red and blonde hair through a hall and then a door, and suddenly there's a king-sized bed in front of her, and Chloe pushes Beca's shoulders down until she sits atop it.

But now Beca's kind of nervous again, because, okay, yeah, this is hot and kind of a dream, but Beca's not actually sure about how this is supposed to work. Like, in real life.