This is my Fight Song Chapter 2: Dancing on my own, a pitch perfect fanfic

A/N: Thanks a bunch to everyone who read the first chapter. Here is the second, Bechloe for lyf. FYI if you haven't yet voted for Bechloe for best chemistry teen choice, make sure you do.

Disclaimer: forgot this. I don't own these characters (except Josh and Grace) and I don't own the songs. Dancing on my own by Robyn is great so check it out. The acoustic version is what I used in the first chapter and this one uses the official version. Also, Fight Song but Rachel Pattern will be pretty important in this story if the title didn't give that away. I hint at some of the lyrics in this chapter to try to spot it :)

Beca let out a loud yawn as she stretched her arms over her head. She had skipped out on dinner after Luke's phone call and headed straight to the studio, spending the entire night and morning developing music for Chloe Beale's song based on the recording she stole from Josh.

Beca stood and cracked her back, shaking out her muscles cramped from spending so long hunched over a mixing board. It would all be worth it if Chloe Beale decided to sign with them. God would it be worth it.

Aubrey frowned as she slipped off her sunglasses and stepped out of the driver's side of the car. "This is Barden Radiowaves? Sorry Chlo, the guy on the phone made it sound… better."

Stacie laughed at the blonde's disappointment. "Is that cause he was British?"

"No," Aubrey flushed. The man had definitely sounded attractive. "This looks like a waste of time. Let's just go."

"No way," Chloe shook her head. "We organised a meeting so we will hear them out, leaving would be rude. Besides, maybe a small label is what I need."

"Oh!" Stacie interrupted as they entered the building. "My Twitter followers have like quadrupled since yesterday. Quick Chlo, give me some dirt to keep them all happy. What is your lady jam at the moment?"

"Stacie!" Aubrey sounded horrified. "Friends don't use friends to be social media 'popular'!"

Chloe ignored Aubrey. "Last night I used Thong song by Sisqo. I have the entire album, Unleash the Dragon?"

Stacie beamed as she tapped away at her phone, obviously posting it on Twitter.

"The album? What is happening?"

Chloe's eyes darted to the sound of a sarcastic voice in front of her. She'd been to preoccupied with Stacie to notice the two people that had joined them in the reception area. One was a tall, blonde and muscles hunk of a man and the other was a petite female with ear spikes, tattoos and layers of black eyeliner. It was the woman who had spoken and based on her wide eyes and open mouth she hadn't actually meant to speak. Chloe smirked as she watched the woman begin to blush as both Aubrey and the man glared at her.

"I like songs that build," Chloe winked, causing the woman to go a deeper red and duck her head.

"I'm Chloe Beale. This is my manager Aubrey Posen and Stacie Conrad my… actually I'm not entirely sure why she's here."

"Moral support," Stacie supplied, still focused on her phone. "The people are eating this up Chlo. Oh this person says you are her lady jam."

"Tell her thanks," Chloe said over her shoulder, eyes still focused on the woman in front of her. There was just something mysterious about her that intrigued Chloe. Chloe was a very social and friendly person who enjoyed meeting people from all walks of life. She'd never meet anyone like this woman though.

"I'm Luke," the man cut in when he realised Beca wouldn't be saying anything further. "Luke Andrews. This is my record company. And this is Beca Mitchell, my best producer."

Beca gave an awkward wave, her eyes still focusing on the floor in front of her.

"Nice to meet you Beca," Chloe smiled warmly, holding out a hand. She had to bite her lip to keep in the laughter when Beca's head shot up and she stared at Chloe's hand with wide eyes. Chloe leaned forward, grabbing the smaller woman's hand and placing it in her own to shake.

"Umm. M-me too. You too, I mean." Beca quickly pulled her hand from Chloe's grasp and let her arm drop. "What is happening to me," she muttered to herself.

"Well," Aubrey spoke up with a raised brow, "Shall we start the meeting?"

"Before that I believe Beca has something she wanted to show you. Right Beca?" Luke asked, nudging Beca when she didn't react.

"Yeah," Beca spoke as she shook herself out of her star struck stupor. How is it possible that Chloe Beale is even more beautiful in person? Beca turned and headed back to her studio without telling anyone to follow her. Luckily Chloe got the message and was quickly trailing after her, leaving Luke, Aubrey and Stacie to catch up.

Lock it up Mitchell. She probably thinks you're a psycho with no hope. Beca quickly cued the music, waiting as everyone poured into the small room. "I made this as an idea of what we can do for you," Beca said as way of introduction before pressing play. Beca felt her confidence return in a wave when Chloe's mouth dropped open. Yeah, she knew music. She smirked as she watched the redhead bopping her head with the strong beat. It took a minute but soon recognition spread over Chloe's face and she smiled warmly at Beca before glancing at Stacie and Aubrey.

Beca's smirk turned to a smile as she heard Chloe start singing her lyrics over the backing music Beca had created. It was magic.

I'm just gonna dance all night

I'm all messed up, I'm so out of line

Stilettos and broken bottles

I'm spinning around in circles

Chloe quickly moved into the attached booth, moving the microphone to her height and continuing to sing. Beca flicked it on to start recording.

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, ohh

I'm right over here, why can't you see me, ohh

I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home, ooo

I keep dancing on my own

Chloe locked eyes with Beca and pointed down. Beca nodded and faded the music out so that it was only Chloe's voice with a quiet piano behind her, just like when she was on Ellen. Beca made a mental note to make the change there, instantly agreeing that Chloe's idea sounded better.

So far away but still so near

The lights go on, the music dies

But you don't see me standing here

I just came to say goodbye

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, ohh

Beca pushed a few dials and the beat returned, jumping like a heartbeat for a moment. She could see the surprise and delight on Chloe's face as the redhead continued to sing when they music evened out.

I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home, ooo

I keep dancing on my own

Chloe grabbed the microphone with both hands, closing her eyes and putting her all into the last repeat of the chorus.

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, ohh

I'm right over here, why can't you see me, ohh

I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home, ooo

I keep dancing on my own

Beca faded the music out slowly, letting the sound linger in the area for a few minutes. No one dared to speak for a few moments, not wanting to end the feeling that had entered the booth.

"I just found my lady jam," Stacie spoke first, grabbing her own breasts to the surprise of Beca and Luke. Aubrey only rolled her eyes.

For her part Chloe couldn't take her eyes of Beca. Her and Tom had worked well together, they had been engaged, but never had she been able to communicate so well with him without words. In fact, she'd never heard of anyone being able to record a song so flawlessly on the first try. Beca had been able to find the perfect music to match her lyrics and was able to live edit it based off one hand gesture. Simply put, Beca was trouble.

"That was amazing," she spoke into the still live microphone when she finally found her voice. Beca smiled at her in return, not the smirk she normally gave but a genuine one. Chloe felt her stomach clench. She definitely had a weakness for producers.

"You were amazing," Beca responded honestly, causing Chloe to beam even brighter.

"I believe we have an understanding of what you can offer us," Aubrey spoke using her most professional voice. "We will let you know what we decide." She gathered her briefcase and a still touching herself Stacie and gestured for Chloe to follow them out of the booth.

Chloe tilted her head and widened her eyes, reminding Beca very much of a puppy begging for attention. "Bree," she pouted, sticking her bottom lip as far out as it would go.

Aubrey sighed when she heard the sickly sweet tone of her friend and turned back around to face her. "Chloe," she said in a no-nonsense voice.

"Bree," Chloe begged.

Aubrey sighed and threw her hands in the air dramatically. "Fine. Let's see a contract."

Chloe's face turned into a smile so quickly it was as if the pout never existed. Beca had to give Aubrey props; she wouldn't have been able to hold out that long if Chloe had ever turned that face onto her.

"Follow me," Luke smiled, opened the door and sweeping his arm to show the way. Aubrey followed quickly, dragging Stacie behind her, leaving Beca and Chloe alone. Chloe made her way out of the booth and towards Beca.

"Something tells me it wasn't a co-incidence that that music was perfect for my lyrics."

Beca scratched the back of her head, trying to distract herself from how close Chloe was standing. After years of following the singer's every move it was surreal to be in the same room as her. "I saw you on Ellen," Beca admitted, hoping she didn't seem like some creepy stalker.

Chloe raised a brow and moved closer so that only a step separated them. "You saw me on Ellen yesterday afternoon and this morning you played the perfect music to go with the song I sung."

Beca shrugged, keeping her attention of fiddling with the buttons of the mixing board in front of her.

"You memorized my song after hearing it once?" Chloe pushed.

"My brother recorded it," Beca muttered, just loud enough for Chloe to hear.

"Your brother? Right."

"His name is Josh. He loves you." Beca flushed as the words exited her mouth. She hadn't intended to revel so much and throw her brother under the bus but when Chloe had implied that she didn't believe her she had panicked.

"Okay, brother then. How old is this future husband of mine?" Chloe joked.

Beca found herself smiling at the way Chloe just accepted that there was a person in the world who loved her from afar. "13."

"Oh. That's quite an age gap. Is he at least mature for his age?"

"Gross," Beca laughed.

"How old are you?"

"23."

"I'm 25."

"I know." Beca's eyes widened. Why did she say that?

Chloe smirked again. "That's a better age gap."

Is she flirting with me?

"So Beca Mitchell, you stole your littler brother's recording of my song, came here and made music for it."

"Yep," Beca popped the p, hoping that if she kept her answers short she wouldn't revel anything else too embarrassing.

"Interesting. How long did it take you?"

"Not long?" Beca didn't mean it to sound like a question.

"Well I have a little experience with producers so I may be aware that a mix like that, with that much detail and range of instruments can take days. Considering you only heard the song yesterday that would mean that-"

"Fine. Yes I spent all night working on it." Beca crossed her arms across her chest and faced Chloe as she gave in.

Chloe beamed, obviously happy to have gotten her answer. "Well Beca Mitchell, thank you," she said sincerely. "It was truly amazing and everything I wanted it to be. I look forward to working with you."

Chloe turned on her heel and opened the door.

"It's Beca," Beca cut in before she could leave.

"What?"

"Just Beca is fine."

"Ok. Beca. Just Chloe is fine with me too." With another wink Chloe finally left Beca alone in the studio.

"Oh my god," she muttered to herself with a hand on her chest as she tried to control her breathing.

Chloe smiled as her phone vibrated in her hand and she quickly pulled open the message from Stacie.

Stacie: Kill me.

Chloe quickly typed a reply.

Chloe: If she doesn't let me just sign it soon I just might. Anything to get out of here.

Stacie: You'd kill me to get out of a business meeting?

Chloe: Yes. I still love you though.

Stacie: Thanks. I think you just want to get back to a certain recording studio.

Chloe: Duh. I really want to start on this album.

Stacie: You really want to start on this producer ;p

Chloe laughed out loud, drawing the attention of Luke and Aubrey. She quickly tucked her phone away and sent Aubrey a pleading look. "Bree, can I please just sign the contract. These are nice people, they aren't trying to scam me. Please."

Aubrey sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Chloe if everything was left up to you then-"

"Just let her sign it so we can leave and she can mount that tasty producer."

Aubrey paled immediately. "Chloe. Please don't tell me you find that midget attractive."

"She's hardly a midget. She's more like a pocket rocket."

"Oh!" Stacie brightened. "I like that, can I use it?"

"On Twitter?" Chloe frowned, ignoring Aubrey's glare at getting distract from the original conversation.

"Yeah. Like: Chloe's new producer is a tasty pocket rocket."

Chloe shrugged. "That's a compliment, right?"

Luke chuckled. "Not sure she'd take it that way. She's a little defensive about her height."

"Just keep it simple," Chloe suggested. "Something about me finding a new producer who gets me or something positive about the album."

Stacie nodded and tapped away, quickly posting it and putting her phone away.

"What did you say?" Chloe asked as she felt her phone vibrate in her bag with the Twitter notification.

"Chloe's new producer will totes help with making an album of lady jams."

Chloe laughed and Luke chuckled again.

"Can we please focus children?" Aubrey chided. "Chloe, if you find that woman at all attractive we will walk out right now."

"What?" Chloe gasped, sitting up and giving Aubrey her full attention for the first time all meeting. "Why?"

"For serious? Get your head out of your ass, it's not a hat."

"Aubrey," Stacie frowned.

"I'm sorry was that harsh? Chloe, your entire life is a mess at the moment both personally and professionally because you couldn't keep it in your pants and screwed your producer. I am not going through that with you again."

Chloe bit her lip as she felt tears forming. She stood, not even grabbing her bag as she ran from the room. She refused to let Aubrey see her cry. The door slammed loudly behind her.

"Aubrey!" Stacie yelled, furious at her friend. "Why the hell would you say that to her?"

"She needed to hear it," Aubrey replied, forcing herself not to feel the guilt that had grown at her friend's expression. "Mr Andrews is it acceptable for us to take this contract and look it over further."

Luke nodded, to shocked to speak.

"Thank you. We will be in touch." Aubrey stood and let the room, Stacie following behind her glaring at her back.

Beca frowned as she heard a loud bang over the music pouring through her headphones. She quickly slipped them off and opened the door, sticking her head into the hallway. Beca watched as Chloe ran from Luke's office heading outside. Unsure of what came over her Beca quickly followed, finding the redhead crouched on the ground against the brick wall. Beca approached cautiously, comforting people was not her strong suit, that was more her mum of her best friend, Jesse.

"Umm, you OK?" Beca started awkwardly.

Chloe jumped, not having heard Beca approach. Beca felt her heart twist at the tears and heartbroken expression on the singer's face.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Beca kept standing awkwardly next to the redhead, unsure of how to act. "Do you… wanna talk about it?"

A sad smile peaked through the tears on Chloe's face. "Something tells me that 'talking about it' isn't really your thing?"

Beca shrugged and scratched her neck. "Not really but I guess I'm your producer now and I think this comes with the territory."

Chloe's smile seemed to brighten. "Does it?"

"Yeah it's, uh, in the contract I think."

"Interesting. Aubrey just spent the last hour tearing that thing apart but I don't remember anything about producers needing to comfort their singers."

"Oh. Well maybe Luke forgot to add that part."

"Maybe he did." Chloe reached out a hand and Beca quickly pulled her up, hoping Chloe wouldn't notice how clammy her hands were.

"So did you? Wanna talk that is?"

Before Chloe could reply Stacie's voice came from the door. "Aubrey that was a bitch move."

"Chloe just needs tough love sometimes," Aubrey responded, neither having seen Chloe or Beca from where they were.

"Hey what are you doing now?" Chloe whispered to Beca.

Beca eyed Chloe. In truth she had a full day ahead of her. She had a few tracks to finish so that she could focus on Chloe's album for the next few months. "Nothing, why?"

"Wanna get out of here?"

"Sure. Let's take my car."

Chloe nodded and Beca quickly pulled Chloe around the building and back inside through a side door so that she could grab her keys and bag. They were already in Beca's car when Chloe realized she didn't have her bag or phone. She found herself not caring one bit when Beca smiled at her as they pulled out of the parking lot.

Beca wasn't entirely sure where she was taking Chloe but the destination didn't seem to matter as Chloe wound down her window and turned the radio up. Beca could barely keep her eyes on the road as Chloe raised both hands and began to sing, her long red locks flowing in the wind. She was like someone out of a movie. Beca chuckled to herself. Chloe was someone out of a movie, literally.

I hopped off the plane at L.A.X. with a dream and my cardigan

Welcome to the land of fame, excess, whoa! am I gonna fit in?

Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time

Look to my right, and I see the Hollywood sign

This is all so crazy, everybody seems so famous

My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick

Too much pressure and I'm nervous

That's when the taxi man turned on the radio

Beca started laughing. Of course Chloe would love this song. And somehow, when Chloe was singing it, Beca found herself loving it too.

And the Jay-Z song was on

Chloe paused and looked at Beca, nodding her head to make Beca join in. As soon as Beca shook her head, refusing to turn this drive into a sing-a-long she was faced with the same pout and large eyes as Aubrey had been. She definitely wasn't as strong as Aubrey, she started singing straight away.

So I put my hands up, they're playin' my song

The butterflies fly away

I'm noddin' my head like Yeah!

Movin' my hips like Yeah!

Got my hands up, they're playin' my song

And now I'm gonna be okay

Yeah! It's a party in the USA!

Beca couldn't believe how good their voices sounded together. They both seemed to know exactly which notes to sing to harmonize perfectly. Beca actually found herself disappointed when her ringing phone connected with the Bluetooth in her radio and cut off the song. Beca assumed it was Luke, wanting to question where she was so she answered it without looking.

"'Sup."

"'Sup? That's how you speak to your mother?"

Beca's eyes widened as her mother's voice filled the car from the radio and she reddened when she saw Chloe trying not to laugh out of the corner of her eye.

"Sorry ma, I thought it was someone else."

"So you just answered your phone without even checking the caller? That's irresponsible Beca."

Beca sighed. "I promise not to do it again, trust me. Did you need something Ma?"

"Where are you? It sounds strange."

"I'm driving."

"Driving? That's dangerous Rebecca Mitchell. You should never answer the phone when you're driving. And why aren't you at work? You told me you had a full day today. Did you lie to me?"

Beca flushed. Chloe raised a brow. "OK first, you're on speaker so it's perfectly legal to be talking to you right now, modern technology and all that. Second I did have a big day but I moved some stuff so now I'm done."

"Well you can come over and see me now then."

"No ma-"

"Rebecca you cancelled family dinner last night. You know that Sunday nights are my night and the only way that this family stay close and connected. I let you because I know how much you wanted to impress that lovely redhead-"

Chloe did laugh at this but she instantly clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Who was that?"

"The lovely redhead," Chloe piped up, causing Beca's face to turn red yet again.

"Oh dear, Beca why didn't you tell me you had company? Well I was just making lunch and there is more than enough for evryone so I look forward to meeting you soon Ms Beale."

"Ma I'm sure Chloe has better things to-"

"Nonsense. I'm looking forward to meeting you as well Mrs Mitchell."

"Oh no, it's Grace. I dropped the Mitchell when my husband dropped me."

"Ma!"

"See you soon sweetie," Grace hung up before Beca could get in another word.

"I'm sorry about that but don't worry, you don't need to come."

"I want to. Unless you don't want me to?"

Beca frowned as she heard sadness in Chloe's tone. "No of course I want you to… well no, meeting my mother is not something I want anyone to do but if you want to then I guess that's… and Josh will be there," Beca rambled.

"My future husband?"

Beca smirked. "Please greet him like that, I really want to see him faint."

"You're a mean sister."

Beca laughed and turned the radio back up, glad that Chloe went straight back to singing along with it.

Beca sighed as she pulled up outside of her mother's house. It looked even smaller on the outside than it was inside. Her mother took great care of the yard but there was cracked paint of the roof and the bricks were all chipped. Beca glanced at Chloe, wondering what this star would think of her humble childhood home. She was surprised to be see a genuine smile on the redhead's face as Chloe looked at the house.

"Did you grow up here?" Chloe asked softly, turning her smile towards Beca.

"Um, yeah, after Dad left."

Chloe nodded and turned back to the house. "It looks happy."

"Happy?" Beca frowned.

"Yeah. I can see a family living here, having Sunday dinners, watching Ellen together. It seems… happy."

Beca nodded, letting herself smile. "It was happy."

Both women got out of the car and walked side by side to the front door. Beca opened the door without knocking and walked straight in. "Ma?" she called out, having learnt her mistake the day before when she hadn't greeted her mother first.

Her mother popped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her signature tea towel and placing it over her shoulder.

"There you are!" Grace walked up to Beca and pulled her into a warm hug before placing a kiss on her cheek and doing the same to Chloe who hugged back much more eagerly than Beca. "Nice to meet you in person Ms Beale."

"Oh it's just Chloe," Chloe returned, winking at Beca as she repeated Beca's words earlier.

"Well who would have thought that one day I'd be on a first name basis with such an A-list celebrity," Grace gushed, her eyes wide with excitement.

Chloe laughed, the warm sound filling Beca with an indescribable feeling. "I'm not sure about A-list but thank you. And who would have thought I'd be on a first name basis with my future mother-in-law so quickly."

Beca's and Grace's eyes both widened, but for different reasons.

"Really?" Grace gasped, joy pouring from her. "Beca didn't tell me-"

"She meant Josh," Beca quickly cut her mother off before something horrible happened.

Grace frowned, head swiveling between the two women.

"I told her how Josh has a huge crush on her. She's just joking."

Grace laughed. "I've told you to stop teasing your brother. Besides, you are much worse than him."

"Really?" Chloe smirked.

Grace nodded, ignoring Beca's furious head shaking. "Oh yes. She has seen all of your shows and has the programs under her bed. I think Josh got his obsession from her actually."

Chloe winked at Beca who dropped her head praying for the ground to open up and take her.

"Hey mum, I'm hungry, when's…"

The three women turned towards the door to the lounge room as Josh emerged, his eyes bugging out of his head and words trailing off when he saw Chloe.

"Y-you," he muttered.

Chloe smiled warmly and started closer to him, holding out her hand much the same as she had down with Beca this morning. "Hi, I'm Chloe, it's nice to meet you."

Josh didn't move, only staring, frozen, at Chloe's face. Chloe, again, reached for a Mitchell hand and placed it into her own, shaking for a moment before releasing it.

"You must be Josh, I've heard a lot about you."

"Y-you," Josh managed before turning on his heel and running to his bedroom.

Beca joined her mother in laughing at Josh's reaction. Chloe frowned with a slight pout. "Should I go talk to him?" she asked.

Beca shook her head and laughed harder. "No way, he can't handle Chloe Beale in the hallway, he'd never be able to handle you in his bedroom."

Grace placed a comforting hand on Chloe's shoulder. "It's alright dear, I'll calm him down. Do you mind setting the table? I don't think my insolent daughter will be much help for a few more minutes."

"My pleasure Grace," Chloe smiled as she headed to the kitchen and Grace headed after her son, leaving Beca to fall onto the ground laughing by herself.

Lunch went smoothly after Josh finally calmed down and came out of his room. He was even able to say a few words when Chloe asked how his school break was going. Beca and Chloe were now sitting in the backyard after Grace hand pushed them out of the kitchen to clean up, ignoring Chloe's offer to help. Beca's phone beeped, interrupting the comfortable silence that had enveloped Beca and Chloe as they sat in the wooden deck chairs sipping lemonade. Beca wanted to bring up why Chloe had been crying but she wasn't sure how and she was enjoying just being in the other woman's presence.

"Chloe?"

Chloe turned her head to look and Beca, raising a brow to show she was listening.

Beca frowned at her phone, confused by the notification from Twitter. "Stacie Conrad, is that your friend from earlier? The brunette one with…" Beca trailed off, her cheeks turning pink as she realized how she was about to describe the woman to her won friend.

"With boobs?" Chloe smiled. "Don't worry, that's how everyone sees her but she is much more than that. Really deep down when she isn't touching herself. What about her?"

"And she's onthehunt on Twitter?"

Chloe chuckled. "Yeah, why?"

Beca held out her phone for Chloe to read, smiling when the other girl laughed.

bmitch did you kidnap thechloebeale? Tell her to call me plz.

"Gotta love her. Is it OK if I use your phone?"

Beca nodded so Chloe quickly dialed her best friend's number.

"Hey Stace, it's me… yeah I'm with Beca… no she didn't kidnap me, she saw me being a mess outside and gave me a ride… don't kill Aubrey… you know how she is… umm, let me check," Chloe lowered the phone and looked at Beca. "Is it alright if you give me a lift home later?"

Beca nodded, a little too eagerly.

Chloe smiled and spoke into the phone again. "Yeah she'll give me a lift home if you can be there with my bag and keys… No, I'm not ready to face Aubrey yet… thank Stace, see you later." Chloe hung and but kept Beca's phone, tapping away for a while before giving it back.

"What'd you do?" Beca asked, frowning at her phone.

"I added my number. I was going to make you follow me of Twitter but you already do that," Chloe laughed.

"Umm, yeah." Beca could only focus on the fact that Chloe Beale's number was in her phone until she remembered exactly why Chloe was with her in the first place. "So earlier I asked if you wanted to talk, do you?"

Chloe picked at her shirt for a moment before focusing her eyes on the fence in front of her. "You're a fan, right? Grace wasn't kidding was she?"

Something in Chloe's voice made Beca want to be completely honest. "Huge fan."

A smile ghosted over Chloe's face but she kept her attention on the fence. "So then you, along with the rest of America, know that I'm THAT girl, the one whose fiancé cheated on her and she found out publicly. The one who was outted as bi is a viral video that also said I was boring in bed. The one whose entire life became some horrible tv drama with paparazzi camping on my lawn doing anything to get a picture of me in ruins. The one who had her record contract and Broadway contract ripped up because of the controversy that wasn't even my fault. The chump who was in the same room as her fiancé cheated and then slept in the same bed. The one who had her best friend attack her in a business meeting because she 'couldn't keep it in her pants' with her producer and ruined everyone's lives. That's me. A big hot mess."

Beca's heart broke as she took in the defeated slump and sad eyes of the woman in front of her. Her heart twisted and she acted on instinct, standing from her chair and kneeling beside Chloe, taking her one hand in both of her own. "Chloe," she said softly, waiting for the bright blue eyes to meet her own before continuing. "I am a huge fan, I have been since your first off-off-Broadway show that was the only thing mum could afford when she took us to New York.

"I might not know you personally but I know you pretty well and you are not a hot mess. You are a kind, open and caring human being who gives over half of her income to the charity she began. You are beautiful and humble and talented and I hate everyone who has hurt you and made you doubt that because it kills me that the person who made me fall in love with music in sitting in front of me broken.

"It kills me that there are people in this world so evil as to bring someone so perfect pain. But you wouldn't be the Chloe Beale that I taught me brother to love if you let this stop you. You need to fight their words and actions and take back your own live. Make them hear you, show them that you are all right, that you're strong, that you have fight left inside you. Be Chloe Beale, my real life Disney Princess."

Chloe was speechless and frozen, tears running freely from her eyes. Who was this person? "Beca?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Chloe began to move forward, staring deeply into Beca's eyes. She was desperate to see herself how Beca saw her. She was desperate to show Beca how much those words meant. Their lips were millimeters away and Chloe could feel Beca's warm breath but still she couldn't tear her eyes away from Beca's.

An opening door causing both of them to move apart as if they were burned, Beca standing straight and Chloe pushing herself back into the chair.

"Here you girls are," Grace smiled, unaware of what she had just interrupted. "It's getting late, are you two staying for dinner? You're more than welcome."

"Thanks Ma but I really should be getting Chloe home, she has someone waiting for her."

"Oh, alright then," Grace accepted easily after seeing the tears on Chloe's face. "It was a pleasure meeting you, please come around again."

"I promise," Chloe smiled, standing and pulling Grace into a warm hug.

"Good. I'm glad that you are just as perfect in person as on TV dear. Have a good night, drive safely Beca."

"Bye Ma," Beca responded, getting her own hug. "Say bye to Josh for me. See you Sunday."

Beca and Chloe walked around the side of the house and to Beca's car, neither knowing what to say. Chloe gave Beca her address and the only sounds during the drive were the quiet radio and Beca's GPS.

Before long Beca was pulling into Chloe's driveway.

"You live here?" she asked, the first spoken words in a while.

"I'm renting while I'm in town. I live in New York, that's where all my stuff is, but I like to rent houses when I know I'm going to be in an area for a while. I can't stand living out of a hotel room."

"Oh. You live in New York," Beca frowned as if it only just occurred to her. "So how long will you be in LA?"

Chloe shrugged. "The only plans I have at the moment is to work on the album, then who knows where I'll go."

Beca felt her heart turn painfully. She was already far too attached for someone who she had only met today.

"Thanks for today Beca and… thanks for what you said, it means a lot."

Beca smiled, trying to ignore the pain in her chest from knowing this friendship was only temporary. "I meant every word."

"Somehow I believe you." Chloe leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to Beca's cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow, we have an album to start."

Beca smiled goofily, feeling her cheek burning from Chloe's kiss. She watched as Chloe walked up the footpath and into her house, getting a quick wave from Stacie at the door, before pulling out and driving home in a daze. She knew she was falling for the redhead but she made herself a promise, Chloe didn't need another failed romance with a producer, she needed a friend, and that's exactly what Beca would be. That's all Beca would be. It didn't stop her large smile when she found a message on her phone later from Chloe.

Chloe: I hope you don't mind, I texted myself from your phone earlier so that I had your number too. Now you know you're not the only one capable of being a stalker. I'm also following you now on Twitter so make sure you post lots of dirrty things ;p

Thanks for reading. Next chapter: Beca and Chloe start the album (with or without Aubrey's precious contract - I honestly do love her, I just needed a bad guy for the one chapter)