A/N: Alrighty, so here's the second chapter, hope it's okay :)

This chapter's song is 'I Want You In My Dreams' by Tom Rosenthal. I promise the songs won't all be by him, but I just love this song so much, and I thought it reflected this chapter really well, especially the end.

When they got to their flat, Chloe went straight to bed having barely been able to keep her eyes open on the car journey home. With Chloe in bed and Amy not home, Beca found herself with nothing to do. After a minute of standing uselessly in the middle of the kitchen, she decided she would make tea for herself, Chloe and Amy.

Chloe and Beca had spoken about whether or not to their big, blonde flatmate about Chloe's illness and eventually came to the conclusion that there would be no way of hiding it, and that it would be a lot simpler if Amy knew. This also lead to them coming to the conclusion that they would tell all the Bellas, so that if Chloe needed extra support, it would be there; and it would mean they wouldn't have to hide anything from the group. Beca suggested it would be simplest to tell everyone together, but Chloe was adamant that she was going to tell Aubrey first. Chloe had told Beca that she had invited Aubrey over for the weekend, and that she was going to tell her then.

Beca put some soup on the hob for tea and began tidying the house in preparation for Aubrey's visit. She didn't want the blond thinking they were living in some kind of hell-hole, which is how the flat looked at that moment. It was difficult sharing a flat with two other people, especially when one of those people is Fat Amy, who feels most comfortable when everything she owns is scattered messily across the entire flat. Beca had taken that day off work in order to go to the hospital with Chloe, but she had to go into the studio the following day, and so this was the only opportunity she'd have to clean the house. She started with the dishes, soaking and drying the build-up of plates and cutlery that had accumulated over the week. She then picked up all of Amy's clothes, praying the blonde wouldn't throw them all over the floor again when she returned back home. Beca was about to empty the washing machine when Amy came through the door. She was wearing her 'Fat Amy Winehouse' attire, and dragging her bag along the floor.

"I need food." She moaned, rather loudly. Beca urged her to be quiet as she poured herself and Amy some soup with a slice of bread. Amy frowned;

"Why, did the neighbours complain again? Because the first time really wasn't my fault." Amy continued, still as loud as before.

"No, Chloe's asleep." Beca explained, sitting down on the old sofa and turning the TV on.

"What, is she sick or something?" the blonde asked, plonking herself down next to Beca and digging into her soup.

Beca hesitated, "No… she's just tired, I guess work is busy for her." She said, not really feeling hungry for the soup after her day at the hospital.

"Ah well, if she doesn't wake up soon, I'm gonna eat her soup, because this is delicious." Amy said, already halfway through her dinner.

The pair sat and watched the TV for about an hour before Beca heard sounds coming from Chloe's bedroom. She leapt up before Amy could say anything and hurried into the redhead's room to see what was going on. She found Chloe leaning over the side of her bed, retching weakly. Beca gently helped the redhead out of bed and lead her to the bathroom, praying Amy was too engrossed in ANTM to notice. Chloe threw up weakly into the toilet before turning to Beca.

"Thanks, for today. Chemo would have been scary on my own, but having you there made it okay." She mumbled. Beca smiled at her, sitting down against the wall and taking Chloe's hand.

"Chloe… I meant to ask this the day you told about your cancer, but I never got the chance; I was just wondering… what are the chances you will, you know… not make it." Beca chocked out, gripping Chloe's hand harder than she meant to.

Chloe took a moment to answer, not meeting Beca's gaze as she said, "There's about a 40% chance I'll live." She muttered quietly, her hand shaking as it held Beca's.

Beca didn't reply, just stared at the floor as she tried to process the information given to her by Chloe. She couldn't find any words to convey how she felt. Her best friend had just told her that she had a higher chance of dying than she did living, and Beca didn't know what to do. All of a sudden, she felt tears threatening to fall, and her mind swam with emotions. Beca Mitchell didn't cry. She hadn't cried when her parents split, she hadn't cried when Dumbledore died, she hadn't even cried when Chloe had told her that she had leukaemia. But suddenly, when presented with the prospect that Chloe Beale, the best friend she had ever had, might not beat the illness that was consuming her body, Beca felt the tears falling. She pulled Chloe into an embrace and quietly cried on her shoulder, gripping Chloe's hoodie so hard she was worried she would rip the material. Beca and Chloe stayed holding each other tightly and crying quietly for what felt like years, and only broke apart when Chloe had to be sick again.

"Will you sleep in my bed tonight?" Chloe asked quietly as she wiped her face with a wet flannel, her face pale as a sheet.

"Of course." Beca swallowed, not looking at Chloe's wan face, only looking at the redhead's beautiful eyes.

Beca went back into the kitchen to tell Amy she was going to sleep and to quickly wash up after dinner, which neither she nor Chloe had eaten. Amy nodded, admitting that she was going to hit the hay too. Beca let Amy use the bathroom first, hurriedly putting the wet clothes from the washing machine on the radiator before waiting until Amy was done. 'Wow' Beca thought to herself, 'I think tonight's the first time I've ever done chores without being asked'.

Amy smacked Beca's bum when she was finished in the bathroom,

"Night short-stack" she called, waving over her shoulder.

"Night." Beca mumbled in reply, stepping into the bathroom and looking at herself in the mirror. She still smelt vaguely of the hospital, and her eyes where puffy from crying. Strands of hair fell across her face, and her still hands shook slightly from her talk with Chloe. She brushed her teeth quickly before washing her face and slipping into her pyjamas. She hoped Amy didn't notice as she slipped into Chloe's room and hopped into bed next to the redhead. The lights were already off, but Chloe's wasn't asleep, she'd been waiting for Beca to climb in next to her.

"Can… you hold me Beca?" Chloe asked quietly, shivering despite the pile of blankets that lay on top of her.

Beca didn't reply, just scooted closer to Chloe and wrapped her arms round her. Chloe snuggled closer to Beca, tucking her head under the brunette's chin and finally letting herself properly relax for the first time in a while.

Beca couldn't help but feel that this kind of contact went further and deeper than friendship, because it felt so right. She didn't care that she was slightly too hot because of all the blankets on the bed, she just wanted Chloe to be happy. Beca had never been touchy-feely, and would usually pull away when someone got intimate with her, but having Chloe tucked gently into her chest felt so normal, so equitable, that Beca never wanted it to end. Beca wanted Chloe, she wanted her in her days, she wanted her in her nights. She couldn't imagine a world without Chloe Beale, because Chloe Beale was her world. Beca never wanted to let go of Chloe, not now, not ever.

'Hold me close, I need you so I want you in my dreams. You'll see I've come a long way for you, my love.'