Okay again, thank you guys so much for all the reviews. I smile like a tool when I read them (just so you know). Okay, so I'm going to mix it up just a little in this chapter, because a few of you were wondering what the "complication" would be in the story... so I'm introducing one.

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Aubrey of course finally relented to helping Chloe in her quest for a stress free weekend, and by the time the red head was setting off for her dress fitting in Florida Beca had agreed to be her date, and was busy working on set lists for her practice in charge. Still though, a date was only one less thing for Chloe to worry about and the red head knew this only too well as she pulled into her old street in Tampa, sighing as she stood out of the car.

"Mom!" Chloe greeted enthusiastically, a smile plastered on her face as she embraced the woman that most people insisted Chloe was the double of.

"Chloe dear, how are you?" The older woman replied, looking much less than her fifty three years as she pulled away from her daughter to examine her properly. "Have you been eating properly? Keeping up with classes? Are you dating?" The most frequently asked three questions rolled off the other woman's lips.

"You don't beat about the bush, do you mom?" Chloe smiled, pulling away fully from the older red head (though her mother's hair was a dyed red rather than a natural auburn).

"Well you know me honey; I like to know how you're doing." The older woman insisted, easily brushing off the accusation.

"Well I think I'm going to take my bag to my room first. Then we can talk." Chloe laughed, shaking her head as she took a step back towards her car. "Sound good to you?" She added.

"Oh only if you insist." Her mother sighed. "I'll be in the living room."

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Chloe had forgotten she'd been going through her hard core pink phase last time she'd lived here (and unfortunately she meant the colour, not the artist). Although the brightness was something she was still okay with, she knew she'd either need to change it or experience a lifetime of complaining once Beca arrived.

She intended on mentioning that to her mother once she got back down stairs, figuring it was a good way to break the subject of her having a "girlfriend", though was side-tracked once she stepped into the room.

"Dad…" Her greeting was this time far less enthusiastic, though she managed to mask it well with her million dollar smile.

"Chloe." His greeting was more formal than her mothers had been, the stout, balding man rising from his seat near the fire and grasping her outstretched hand. "How's school?"

"Good, it's good." Chloe nodded, her smile never faltering as he dropped her limp palm and reclined back into his chair, Chloe mimicking the movement as she fell back into the sofa behind her.

"Glad to hear it." He nodded; his features tight, barely allowing for a smile to break across them briefly.

"So…" It was Chloe's mother that rescued conversation before an awkward silence fell. "You still owe me and answer to my original three questions." She prompted with a bright smile.

"There's just no getting around you, is there?" Chloe questioned, laughing when her mother shook her head. "Right well I am eating, Aubrey's just insisting I eat healthily for Bellas so I'm not allowed to survive on my usual diet of Doritos and gummy bears. I'm passing all my classes so don't worry; I'll be getting a full degree to make you proud." Chloe couldn't help but blush slightly at the proud smile that graced her mother's features at this. "And well… let's just say you need to make up the guest room for next weekend." She trailed off mysteriously, not wanting to simply blurt everything out for fear of making her mother suspicious.

"Wait… does that mean you have… a date?" Her mother's mouth hung agape, as if unaware of the power her daughters dazzling smile and alluring blue eyes had on people (though she'd had more than her fair share of trouble with those qualities when Chloe was a teenager).

"It means I'm bringing someone to the wedding…" Chloe corrected her, actually enjoying the game she was playing seeing as she usually wasn't even close to having the upper hand on her mother.

"Does this someone have a name?" Chloe was sure her mother would fall on her ass on the floor if she edged any further off her seat.

"… Beca." Chloe was being stingy with information now just for the power kick she got with it.

"Hm." Her father's grunt didn't go unnoticed, though it was ignored by both women.

"Oh well no need to make up the guest room then." Chloe's mother stated mater of factly. "No chance of an unexpected grandchild with Beca I presume, so she's more than welcome to stay with you."

"Mom!" Chloe's jaw hung slack at her mother's words.

"Oh don't mom me. Do you think I came down in the last shower of rain? I know what you college kids be up to these days." She scoffed.

"Mom!" Chloe's eyes bulged. "Ew!"

"Oh, we all do it honey, nothing to be embarrassed about." Her mother smiled, seeming to consider this to be the right thing to say as her daughters face turned the same colour as her hair.

"Oh my god… kill me now." Chloe murmured; sinking back into her seat and wishing the world would swallow her whole.

"Now honey, don't be a drama queen." Her mother scolded lightly, rising from her chair as she spoke. "I'm going to make tea, I'll be back." She added then with a smile, turning to leave the room before Chloe had a chance to offer help.

The red head knew exactly what her mother had been doing. She was now alone with her father, a tactic her mother had tried every opportunity she got from when Chloe was fourteen. Why she still bothered was a mystery to the red head.

"So… how do you know Beca?" Her father's gruff voice filled the excruciatingly painful void that had been left in conversation after her mother had left the room, everything about the way he spoke seeming strained.

"We're in the Bellas together. She joined this year." Chloe nodded; pausing for a beat to rake her brain for anything else she could add to fill the silence. "She's um… she's a freshman and she's really into music. She works for the school station." That was it; that was literally all she could say without making the conversation feel any more forced than it already was.

"That's nice…" Her father nodded, seeming satisfied by the twenty seconds of silence that was filled. "Bellas, what's that anyway?" He added after a moment, obviously having employed the same digging for conversation tactic.

"It's the singing group I'm in dad…" Chloe tried her best not to allow her voice to sound strained. "I've been in it for four years now." She added, willing herself not to roll her eyes.

"Oh right, yes. Of course!" He agreed then, though Chloe knew from the tone of voice the meaning of the Bellas was still just as lost to him as it had been when he'd asked.

Conversation died completely after that. Neither could come up with anything new to say on the topic of Beca that wouldn't seem weird and forced.

There was an actual physical feeling of relief when Chloe's mom finally called the pair for their tea.

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"How was your weekend?" Aubrey enquired; looking up from the law book she was taking notes from when she heard their dorm door swing open.

"Frilly, loud, and just as awkward as usual." Chloe replied curtly, discarding her bags on the floor, kicking the door shut and running the distance between her and Aubrey's bed to fling herself on top of the blonde. "Kill me now…" She groaned into her best friends shoulder, as Aubrey awkwardly wrapped an arm around her to pat the red head on the back.

"As much as I'd love to, you're gonna need to get off me for me to get my knife." Aubrey teased, feeling her lungs get crushed as Chloe put all her weight on her chest. "Chloe…" She prompted when the red head didn't move right away.

Eventually Chloe sat up, moving off Aubrey's body and allowing the blonde to close her book and twist her body so she too was in a sitting position. They both reclined until they were leaning against the wall behind Aubrey's bed and sat in silence for a moment before Chloe spoke up.

"Next weekend's going to suck, isn't it?" She already knew the answer, but waited for her best friend to confirm her fears anyway.

"Yea." Aubrey sighed, looking down at Chloe's hands and pulling one into her lap to stop the red head picking at her nails. "But it's just one weekend, you'll manage." She promised, slapping the hand in her lap when Chloe's fingers began to pick at the skin around her thumb nail instead.

"You're worse than my mother." Chloe commented, pulling her hand instantly out of the blondes lap like a wounded animal.

"Well then spending the weekend with her should be like a vacation." Aubrey joked.

"It's not her I'm worried about spending the weekend with." Chloe sighed, though she knew her best friend knew this all too well already. "In fact I could even manage the whole wedding part if I really had to."

"I would offer to take your dad with me on my mountain retreat thing, but well…" Aubrey trailed off, throwing the red head an apologetic look.

"I know, I know." Chloe sighed. "You find him just as much of an ass as everyone else that's ever come into contact with him." She nodded.

"Well I wouldn't say that…" Aubrey tried to defend weakly.

"What would you say then?" Chloe challenged with a light smile.

"I'd say…" Aubrey paused to consider how to finish the sentence. "I'd say that I'd rather spend an entire month alone with my father talking about all my shortcomings, than a weekend with yours talking about… well, nothing."

"That's a long winded way of saying he's an ass." Chloe pointed out with a mournful sigh. "I mean, how am I even going to introduce Beca to him? Like this is the reason I've never brought anyone home before." She began to ramble. "I mean maybe I'll just call off the whole charade. She'll never be able to handle him and she's going to hate it anyway. At least if I call if off now she won't hate me for making her go?"

"Okay, Chloe, calm down." Aubrey instructed. "You can't go without Beca now because you've told your mother you're bringing her." The blonde reminded her best friend. "As for Beca getting along with your father, it's one weekend. It's one weekend and she'll never have to see him again after that. Plus sitting in a corner and complaining is all she'll do anyway." She added, never having been great at hiding her distain for the brunette.

"Don't say that…" Chloe muttered, feeling oddly protective of the brunette. "She was good enough to agree to all this in the first place." She reminded the blonde.

"Yea, on the condition that she wreaks havoc on one of my Bellas practices!" Aubrey huffed.

"You could have said no." Chloe reminded her.

"Well, now we both know I'm too good a person to do something like that." Aubrey informed her, placing a mocking hand over her heart. "Saint Posen they'll call me…" She sighed wishfully.

"You're an idiot." Chloe pointed out, enjoying the rare glimpse of her light hearted best friend.

"And you're smiling, which means you're not as worried about next weekend as you were five minutes ago… my work here is done." Aubrey concluded proudly. "Now if that's all, I'll be getting back to note taking." She added, already pulling her book towards her.

"I suppose most of my worries are gone…" Chloe agreed, though even as she spoke her face cringed at a sudden memory. "Oh no wait…"

"What?" Aubrey's eyebrow quirked; her best friend's expression causing her to quickly loose interest once more in The Philosophy of Law.

"My mother's a modern woman apparently." Chloe couldn't help but snort at her own words.

"Dana being a modern woman… that doesn't even kind of sound like it could lead anywhere good." The blonde having had enough conversations with Chloe's interesting (to say the least) mother on enough occasions to know the way the older woman's mind worked.

"She thinks it's okay for Beca to uh… to stay in my room with me because… uh… she knows what kids get up to these days apparently." Chloe could feel herself go red just at the memory of the conversation.

Her words were met with radio silence at first. She could almost see the clogs behind Aubrey's eyes turn as the blonde processed the information. Instead of a ping when the sentence had been properly formatted however there was a bark of laughter, followed by more laughter, followed by more laughter, and then some more laughter.

Chloe sat there unimpressed as Aubrey clutched at her sides, whimpering due to the pain of her apparent laughing stitch, still privy to random outbursts of giggles. Finally she wiped the final few tears from her eyes.

"Oh I needed that…" Aubrey sighed happily, her grin almost consuming her entire face."Chloe if you love me you'll let me be there when you tell her." She was deadly serious when she spoke, though the smile still tugged desperately at the corners of her face.

"You're such an ass." Chloe shoved her best friend, only causing Aubrey to laugh once more.