Ever Swiftly Moving: Bechloe One Shots
Chloe and Beca build snow Bellas (:
It was December and the end of Fall semester, and right after the last aca-competition. Though there was no time for celebrating. Saturday night, Beca Mitchell was buried in her English Lit book, cramming for finals, trying to remember every Romantic and Victorian author's birth and death dates that she could. But only so much stuck. She fell asleep with her cheek against the pages, sitting at her desk, a little after midnight.
Kimmy Jin was staying at a friend's apartment, or so her sticky note on the fridge had said. She'd written in her scratchy handwriting that the atmosphere was suffocating in the dorm room and if she wanted any chance of passing, she had to so somewhere else to study. The word "else" was in all caps.
But Beca was glad that her roommate was gone. That way, she could study with music playing, and not worry about anyone complaining. But of course, it also meant that no one would wake her up when she fell asleep at her desk.
It didn't matter though, because not long after she drifted off, there was a loud knocking on her door, and she sat back up startled. She looked at the microwave clock, noted the time and wondered who could possibly need her at that time. Jesse was her first thought, because she was used to his late night visits. But then, that was before she'd had a talk with him.
He'd kissed her at the aca-competition, but there had been no spark. Truth be told, Beca didn't feel anything for him more than friendship. She was actually crushing really hard on someone else.
She pulled the door open. "Chloe," she said, her eyes wide. "What are you doing here?"
The redhead was cheerful, as always and she stepped forward and embraced the DJ happily. "Bec!" she exclaimed, "When's the last time you looked outside?"
The brunette's heart was racing just from the hug, and she was a little frazzled from the sudden visit, but she blinked a couple of times and tried to collect her thoughts. "Um, I don't know. Probably when I got back from the cafeteria at like six. Why?"
The Bellas co-captain looked really excited. She took Beca's hands and drug her to the window, eagerly pulling the curtains aside. "Look," she told her. "Isn't it wonderful?"
The entire campus was blanketed in what looked like two foot of snow, and it was still snowing. The lamplight revealed fresh, untouched white stretches of ground. There was no telling where the lawn ended and the road began. It was a wonderland outside. Beca put her palm on the cold window and leaned against it, her breath fogging up the glass. "Ohmygod, there's so much of it."
"Right?" Chloe put her hands on the window too, and then looked at her best friend, who was covering a yawn with her hand. "Can we?"
Beca's green eyes flashed to the other girl's face. Vague questions like that always made her hopeful. She thought about what it would be like if Chloe meant what she COULD have meant. "Can we what?"
"Go outside," Chloe explained. "Please?"
"Oh," the brunette sighed, and then looked over to her desk, then to her bed. "Chlo..."
"Please?" She took Beca's hands and squeezed them. "We can bundle up. I really, really, really wanna build a snow-Beca."
That made the younger girl's cheeks pinken. "A snow-Beca?"
"Mmhm. Maybe a snow-Chloe too, so the snow-Beca wouldn't be lonely." The redhead gave her a sweet smile and her blue eyes twinkled in the dorm's lamplight.
Beca smiled. How could she say no to her when she was being so freaking adorable? "Okay," she nodded. "Okay. I'll go outside with you. But I'm gonna have to like put on a whole bunch of layers because I get so cold in the snow."
The older girl squealed happily, and then she leaned forward and kissed Beca's cheek quickly. "Oh Bec, this will be so much fun!" She didn't seem to notice the affect her lips touching Beca's skin had had on her friend. She just hurried to the door. "I'll go and get my coat and boots and hat and gloves and scarf. You get ready. I'll be back in five, okay?" She was out the door without another word.
The DJ stood by the window stunned for a moment. She reached one hand up and touched the place on her cheek where Chloe's lips had just been. She took a deep breath. Why had her heart just nearly exploded from a simple kiss on the cheek? She groaned and then went to the closet, pulling on her coat and her black beanie and matching mittons. She got her white scarf and wrapped it around her neck. She was just standing at the mirror, sliding her feet into her snow boots when there came another knock on the door.
Chloe had on a longer tan coat with a furry white hoot. She had on a white scarf too, and white mittons and tan boots with white fur. She looked really pretty and Beca decided that telling her so wasn't out of the question so she just clipped her keys on her belt loop, and followed her friend into the hallway, saying, "You look really cute Chlo."
The redhead looked at her friend as they walked to the elevator. "Oh? Is that so? Tell me more." She was teasing her friend because Beca hardly ever gave compliments. But if she did, they were always to Chloe, and Chloe didn't pretend to think that she wasn't special.
But the brunette blushed again, and hid it by focusing on the announcements posted inside the elevator. "Just, the color coding looks really nice."
"Uh huh." Chloe was smiling. It was common knowledge that Beca was emotionally withdrawn. Since the Barden senior had met the girl earlier that semester at the college festival, she'd sensed that about her. She'd sensed something else about her too, but she hadn't been sure. And then when she had gotten involved with Jesse, a Treblemaker, she had been surprised, and assumed her instincts had just been wrong. But, Beca told her a few days ago that she'd ended it with the guy. Now Chloe was even more curious to find out if her intuition had been correct.
They headed out into the snow, and the desk-worker yelled to them to stay warm. They were giggling by the time they got outside, because the redhead wrapped her arms around the younger girl and squeezed her. "I need to find the proper circumference of the real-life-Beca so I can make sure to properly scale the snow-Beca."
Beca had to admit that she adored when Chloe treated her like that. But she tried not to seem so desperate, and so she just played back and let the other girl drag her to a big clearing that was usually a sport's practice field behind their dorm. Once they were in the very middle, Chloe spun around. "Perfect!"
Beca's nose was cold. She brought her mittons to her mouth and blew into them, creating a pocket of heat around her nose. Then- "Okay, I'm going to start on the snow-Chloe," she said.
The redhead, who had already began rolling a big snowball for the bottom section of the snow-person body, stopped what she was doing and came up to her friend. She spun her towards her and held her, with her hands on her lower back. The tip of her nose was pink with chill as well, but she didn't seem to care. She leaned in close to Beca and said, "You better make it look just right me or I'm kicking you butt." She grinned, showed her perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth. Then she let go of Beca and went back to her task.
The DJ was thinking about a million things the entire time she was rolling the snow balls. As she worked, the falling snow stuck to her clothing and her eyelashes. The environment was gorgeous, but she was really anxious about her best friend, and also her CRUSH, being so close to her. But once she had the three of them stacked, she stepped back and decided what to do next. There weren't any trees nearby, but she could see some field marker flags a yard or so away. They were just little sticks with red flags on them and she pulled two up and hurried back and stuck them in as arms after she drew a face with the pointed end of one. She couldn't give the snow-Chloe many details that made it lifelike because Chloe was known for her redhair and blue eyes and freckles and...
"That's me, huh?"
Beca didn't look over her shoulder, just nodded. "Um, yeah. That's snow-Chloe. Just use your imagination, okay?"
Chloe laughed. "At least yours has arms." She stepped up and motioned to hers. It looked pretty similar to Beca's but armless, as she had said, and instead of having drawn eyes and mouth, it had one formed from packed snow. Both snow-people were pretty basic, but they were cute.
"Yours can have one of mine," Beca said, and pulled out the right arm. She walked over and stuck it in the side of Chloe's snow-person that was closest to one she had built. The flags touched.
"Aw, look," the redhead smiled. "We're holding hands."
"Oh yeah," the brunette grinned. "They are. We're cute."
A chilly breeze blew threw and Beca wrapped her arms around herself to keep warmer. But right afterwards, they were joined by Chloe's arms, and then they stood there by their creations, the older girl embracing the smaller one. "Is it silly that I'm jealous of snow-Chloe?"
Trying her very best to keep her pulse under control, the DJ replied, "Why is that?"
"Because she gets to spend all night with snow-Beca."
There was no controlling her pulse then, and she spun in the other girl's arms. "Chloe," she asked, "What are you thinking?"
The redhead's eyes scanned Beca's face. Then, before she could convince herself otherwise, she leaned in and kissed her lips. Just as she thought, the younger girl's mouth was warm and welcoming. She kissed her again, and felt the DJ's hands move to holding her shoulders. Their tongues pressed together and Chloe sighed, happily.
Behind them, snow-Chloe and snow-Beca held hands and looked out at the still-falling snow.