A/N: I don't own Pitch Perfect, its characters, or any of the songs mentioned. This is a much longer chapter. I try to split the chapters at natural breaks in the story. Please read and review so I know how I'm doing.


The next day was a full day workshop of classes. Beca and Chloe were excited to spend the day together dancing without having to compete. Chloe helped give Beca some tips on straightening her legs and improving her toe point, and Beca helped Chloe dig deep within herself to pull the emotions out. At the last hour of the day, the students were told to partner up with someone outside of their dance studio and choreograph a sixty-second piece. They were given four music choices, but no other rules. Beca and Chloe happily partnered up and worked on a piece to "All That Jazz" from the musical Chicago. It was a musical theater style piece. Beca started to quietly sing the words as she suggested some moves. It was noisy in the room, and hard to hear her over the other dancers, but Chloe liked what she could hear of Beca's singing. They sang the piece together as they continued to work on the choreography. They worked really well together, and both gave excellent input as to how they wanted the piece to look.

After about an hour, all the pairs were invited to show their piece to the group. It was really interesting to watch how everyone interpreted the pieces of music differently. Beca and Chloe were among the last to perform. They were presenting their piece and the teachers and other students were really enjoying it. Both girls really put a lot of personality into the piece, and Beca kicked higher and with a straighter leg than anyone had ever seen. Just as they hit their last pose, the girls saw their respective teachers. Alyson was furious to see them dancing together, but Tracie just looked at Chloe with a raised eyebrow.

Alyson grabbed Beca by the arm. "What did I tell you about talking to Tracie's students?"

"I-I'm sorry," replied Beca meekly. "We were told to pair up with someone outside our studio and..." she trailed off.

"Hit the showers and be ready in an hour. Your mom asked me to take you home. She had to go back early and get some work done."

"Okay," said Beca quietly. She was bright red with embarrassment at this point. She grabbed her dance bag and suitcase and headed slowly to the locker room at the school where the convention was happening.

Chloe met up with Tracie. "Alyson sure looks mad. Whose idea was it for you two to pair up?" she asked Chloe.

"Ours. We actually worked really well together," replied Chloe.

"I don't mind you working with her students, but be careful. I wouldn't put it past her to have one of her students get you in trouble," said Tracie.

"Beca would never!" exclaimed Chloe.

"I hope you're right," said Tracie. "Hit the showers and meet the other dancers at the bus in an hour."

Chloe grabbed her things and headed to the showers. She was lost in her own thoughts when she heard a gorgeous voice singing:

You shout it out, but I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud, not saying much
I'm criticized, but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim...

Chloe had to see who it was. She was so compelled by this voice, she didn't even think about the fact that she was naked and should probably cover up. The idea of respecting the singer's privacy didn't even enter her mind.

She was shocked when she walked over to see it was Beca. She opened the curtain and walked right into Beca's shower, shut off the water, and said "Wow! You can really sing!"

"Dude!" yelled a very shocked Beca.

"How high does your belt go?" asked Chloe.

Beca, still shocked, said, "My what? Oh my god! I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk."

"You were singing Titanium, right?"

"You know David Guetta?"

"Have I been living under a rock? Yeah. That song is my jam, my lady jam."

"That's nice," replied Beca, looking away and trying to hide her body with the shower curtain.

"It is. That song really builds," said Chloe, winking.

Beca then realized what Chloe meant by lady jam and said "Gross."

"Can you sing it for me?" asked Chloe.

"Dude, no! Get out!" yelled Beca.

"No, not for that reason. I'm not leaving here until you sing."

Beca stood in silence for a minute, and Chloe just stood there, relaxed. It was clear that Chloe wasn't going to leave her alone, so Beca started the song over again at the chorus. She looked directly at Chloe's face so she wouldn't check out Chloe's body. She crossed her arms over her breasts, to try and have a tiny bit of privacy.

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose

Chloe joined in, harmonizing. Fire away, fire away.

Ricochet, you take your aim,

Fire away fire away

Beca let her guard (and her arms) down, and continued. Shoot me down, but I won't fall

I am titanium A smile broke out on Beca's face, and then Chloe's.

Shoot me down, but I won't fall

I am titanium.

Both girls had big smiles after this. Their singing was beautiful, and the acoustics in the shower enhanced the sound. Beca waited for Chloe to get the hint and leave.

"Oh, yeah, I'm pretty confident about...all this," said Chloe, gesturing to her body.

Beca looked down at her briefly, and said, "You should be." She hoped Chloe wouldn't notice her blushing. Beca had never thought of herself being attracted to girls, but Chloe's body was amazing!

After a pause, Chloe still hadn't moved. Beca said, "I'm just going to shower now."

"Oh, yeah," said Chloe. She handed Beca a washcloth and went back to her shower. She then thought about how uncomfortable she probably made Beca, and she felt a little bad. However, her thoughts of Beca's body occupied most of her thoughts. Beca was petite, of course, but she had curves in all the right places. She couldn't believe it. She loved singing with her and hoped to have an opportunity to do it again.

Beca continued her shower and realized she wasn't even mad at Chloe. That was strange. Had it been nearly anyone else barging in on her shower, she'd have been livid. Did Chloe have some magical power over Beca? She also couldn't believe how much she enjoyed singing with Chloe. It would have been a lot more comfortable for her had they been clothed, though.

Both girls made it to their rides home without incident. Chloe slept for most of her bus ride, and Beca pretended to sleep in her teacher's car. She didn't want to talk about the rivalry between Alyson and Tracie. She wanted to think more about Chloe. She shut her eyes, and her mind just kept wandering to Chloe. She had an amazing body, and a gorgeous singing voice to match. Why was Beca so hung up on this? She'd figured she was straight, even though she'd never actually been interested in a boy. She had just thought it was because she was always dancing. There weren't very many boys in her studio and none on her competition team. She wasn't interested in any boys at school, but she rarely had time to see anyone at her school outside of school hours anyway. She wasn't sure what this meant if anything. She definitely had some thinking to do. She wanted to talk to Chloe some more as well.

Beca arrived home, ate dinner, and then said goodnight to her parents. She told them she was really tired from the competition and workshops.

Chloe walked into her home, a little groggy from sleeping on the bus ride, and ate dinner with her family. She was a little quieter than usual at first, but was her bubbly self by the time dinner was over. Her phone pinged with a text just as dinner was over.

Beca: Can we talk?

Chloe: Sure. Call you in 5.

Chloe excused herself from the table and headed to the privacy of her bedroom. She called Beca. Beca picked up on the first ring.

"Hi, Chloe."

"Hi, Beca. What's up?"

"So, what was the deal with you invading my shower?" asked Beca.

"Sorry about that. I was just so taken by your singing voice I couldn't help myself," said Chloe. "Are you mad?"

"Honestly, no. The singing was nice. I'm not sure why you insisted I sing, but I have to admit I really liked singing with you. I didn't really know you could sing. I know we sang together a little when we did our choreography, but I couldn't hear how well with all those other voices in the room," said Beca.

"I felt the same way about your singing. I'm a dancer at heart, but singing is definitely my second love. I don't really know what came over me, though. I've never barged in on someone like that. I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," said Chloe.

"It's okay, but you really might want to think before doing that to someone else," replied Beca. She didn't want to tell Chloe that a big part of the reason she wasn't upset was that she was checking out Chloe's body.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I'm glad you're not mad. Thanks for singing with me."

"Just next time you want to sing with me, can you make sure we both have clothes on?" asked Beca, laughing.

"I'll keep that in mind," said Chloe. She paused. "So, you're a sophomore now, right?" asked Chloe, changing the subject.

"Yeah," said Beca.

"I know it's early, but have you thought about college? I really thought about not going so I could start my dance career early, but my parents are really worried I won't have a backup plan. What do you think?" asked Chloe.

"I don't really know. I still have a few years to figure it out. I guess I always figured I'd go to college. I'm not sure I really want a career in dance. I love it, but I don't know if I'm interested in doing it full-time as an adult. I might consider a music career. I've been playing around with a music mixing program lately. I've been making mash-ups of different songs I like. I haven't gotten the guts to share them with anyone else, though," said Beca.

"Can I hear them sometime?" asked Chloe.

"I don't know if I'm ready to share them yet. Maybe," said Beca.

"Think about it. I'd love to hear them when you're ready to share," said Chloe.

"Okay, I will. I have to go. I have school tomorrow, and I'm so tired from this weekend," said Beca.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later. Bye," said Chloe, and she hung up.

Beca had a hard time sleeping that night. Why had she told Chloe about her music? She hadn't shared any of her mash-ups with anyone. She'd bought that music program and those expensive headphones on a whim. She wasn't even sure if any of it was any good. She was really good at matching tempos and rhythms, thanks to her dance training. But what if she was the only one who liked them? She also couldn't shake her attraction to Chloe. Was that because she was gay? Beca didn't know. She also wasn't sure how her family would take it if she was gay. Her parents were pretty conservative.

Chloe laid awake for a while after hanging up with Beca. She was pleasantly surprised that Beca had opened up to her like that. She really wanted to hear Beca's mash-ups, but she figured she'd already overstepped her bounds by invading her shower. Her thoughts quickly went back to Beca's body. Sure, she'd known before the shower that Beca had a nice body. That was one benefit to usually seeing her in leotards and tights, but seeing her naked was another thing. Chloe had realized a few years ago that she was gay. She'd gone on one date with a boy and realized she wasn't interested in him or any other boy at all and had developed crushes on a few female classmates in dance and at school. She'd never had the guts to ask anyone out, though. She didn't have time for dating due to her dance training as it was.