Ever Swiftly Moving: Bechloe One Shots

Beca takes care of Chloe, who is sick

It was the Saturday after a long week and the only thing Beca Mitchell had planned was sleeping well past noon, having food at some point, and then going back to bed. But at 8AM, her phone vibrated on the nightstand where it was laying and she groaned unhappily and scooped it up into her hand.

Her usual response was setting it to Do-Not-Disturb mode and then rolling back over. And she would have done just that if it hadn't been for the name illuminated on the screen- Chloe. With a little music-note emoji. She had a soft spot for Chloe Beale. Or, to be completely honest, she was in love with the girl. She just wasn't read to admit it to anyone yet. Or herself, for that matter.

She slid Chloe's name to the right and opened the message. It said, "Bec, I'm sick.." With a little frowny face at the end.

Beca sat up, pushed her hair out of her face and stretched her free hand above her head. Chloe never got sick. Chloe was pretty much a walking fortress of health and happiness. Aside from her nodes surgery, which had actually turned out really well for her, the redhead was flawless.

"Sick how?" she typed, in reply.

"I feel like death."

The brunette slid out of bed, got her towel from the rack in her closet, and her shower caddy from the floor beneath it. Then, happy that Kimmy Jin had gone to stay with friends, Beca shed her clothes quickly, dropping them into her hamper. She sent one more text before heading to the showers. "Lemme get dressed. I'll be right over."

She washed in a hurry, both worried about Chloe, and eager to be with her. The girl literally never needed help with anything. She was confident, peppy and intelligent. Her grades were spotless, her voice was immaculate, and her hair always looked perfect. So her asking Beca for help for once was like super rare. And super exciting. And even though she hadn't technically asked for help, just hinted at it, Beca had hopes of using the day as a chance to get closer to her. Maybe even hinting at her feelings for the other girl. Maybe.

She pulled on a pair of grey nike sweats, and a long sleeve white tee. She pulled on tall white nike socks and then slipped her feet into her black-and-white converses. Her hair was soaked, so she braided it and let the braid hang over her left shoulder. It made her shoulder wet, but she didn't have any time to deal with it. She got her make-up out and brushed mascara on her eyelashes, and drew on eyeliner. Then, she got her things together. She put her wallet in one pocket, her phone in the other, and then slid the lanyard holding her keys around her neck.

The dorm was quiet. A lot of the students had gone home for the long weekend. It was fall break, and so in addition to Saturday and Sunday, they also had Monday and Tuesday off. Beca had the choice of crashing at her dad's house while he was gone on a business trip, or staying at the dorm. She chose the later.

When she knocked on Chloe's door, she felt kind of weird. Aubrey didn't like visitors, and always insisted, if they met outside of practice, that it wasn't in her dorm. But Beca knew that the blonde had flown home for the short holiday and wasn't around. And so she just rapped her knuckled once more and waited. A couple of second later, the door was pulled open and a totally under-the-weather Chloe stood there.

"Bec," she said, her voice scratchy. "I don't want you to catch it, you don't have to stay."

The DJ ignored the warning and stepped into the room, making sure to close the door behind her. "I am not going to let you suffer in peace," she said, and took her things out of her pocket, placing them all on Chloe's desk. "Now get back in bed please. I'll make you some tea, okay?"

The redhead didn't argue. Just climbed back up onto her mattress and pulled the blankets up to her chin. "Can I have lots of honey?" she asked, sounding really small and pathetic.

Beca filled up the coffee pot with water and then poured it carefully into the resevoir. While it was brewing, she went over to her sick friend. "What hurts?" she asked. "When did you realize you were sick."

Chloe groaned. "Everything hurts. I ache all over." She reached out from under her celestial print comfortor and took Beca's hand, bringing her palm to her forehead. She was hot. "I woke up feeling like this. I'm miserable. Fix me."

"Have you taken anything?"

The redhead pouted. "No."

"Chlo," Beca scolded. "You can't get better unless you take something." She went to the desk, got her keys and wallet, and put them back in her pocket. "I'll be right back okay? I'll leave the door cracked so you don't have to get up."

There was a small market that sold provisions in the lobby of every dorm on Barden's campus. Beca bought a bottle of Nyquil, some packets of advil, and some cherry cough-drops. Then she headed back upstairs, went back into Chloe's room, put everything on the desk and opened the Nyquil. She poured the little plastic cup over the lid full of red liquid and then carried it to her friend.

"Becaaaa," the other girl whined. "I don't wanna. I want tea." She was such a baby while she was sick, and Beca was kind of really enjoying it. It made her feel needed.

"You can have tea after you have this, okay?"

Chloe sat up, drank the cup, begrudgingly, and then lay back down. "Thanks for coming," she told Beca. "If Aubrey way here, she would have left. She can't deal with sickness."

"And yet, she's the one who throws up when she's nervous?"

"She's weird."

The water finished and Beca got a sleepytime vanilla tea out of Chloe's tin, put it in a tea cup from the cabinet under the sink, then added honey and sugar. She stirred it, put the spoon in the sink and carried the cup over to Chloe. "Here," she said, holding it up to the redhead. "Drink."

Chloe sat up again, took the cup in her palms and blew on it gently. She waited to sip until she had decided it was cool enough to test. Then, she said, "Do you have plans today?"

Beca shook her head. "No."

The redhead took another tentative sip. Then- "Lay with me." Her blue eyes met Beca's green ones. "Please."

She didn't need any prompting, any begging, any more convincing. She took off her shoes, turned off the light, took the tea cup from Chloe and sat it on the nightstand. Then she climbed up, moved behind the other girl and nudged her to roll over.

Chloe didn't hesitate, just rolled over into her friend's arms, and nuzzled her face into the front of the girl's shirt. She wrapped one arm around her waist and moved as closely as she could. Then, getting some relief from the other girl's warmth, she mumbled, "I don't know what I would do without you."

"Be just as amazing and vibrant as normal," Beca replied, "But you'd have to make your own tea when you got sick."

Chloe lifted her face. "I'm serious. This semester has been the best one I've had in college. And I know that's because of you. You're my best friend."

Beca smiled at her, rubbing the girl's shoulders with her fingertips and her palms. "You sure that isn't Aubrey's role?"

"Aubrey and I have been friends for a long time," Chloe admitted, "But I don't have the kind of bond with her that I have with you. You're.. different." Her eyes scanned Beca's face, and then she lifted her hand and ran the tip of her middle finger down the side of her jaw. "I'm miserable, but I'm going to be honest.. It's almost worth it to be in your arms.

The DJ's heart sped up. "Really?" Chloe had to have heard her heart thudding in her chest, or at least felt it.

"Really."

Beca ran her hands through Chloe's auburn curls and then brought her face back to her chest, where she nuzzled once again into the warmth. A few moments went by, unbroken.

Then- "Your pulse," she said, her ear to the other girl's chest.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Chloe sniffled. "What's wrong Sweetie?" Her voice sounded groggy.

"Nothing's wrong," Beca admitted. "I've just wanted to do this for a really long time."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Chloe lifted her head one more time and she pressed her lips to Beca's cheek, softly. "So have I," she said, and then curled back into her, falling asleep not long after.