A/N: One of our biggest complaints about Pitch Perfect 3 was the lack of any Beca/Chloe interactions. We're not talking BeChloe romance here, just simple one-on-one interactions that you would expect from best friends/roommates. This chapter is our first infusion of one of these moments.

Neither I, nor BeChloeIsLegit, own Pitch Perfect or any of their characters, obviously, because if we did, Pitch Perfect 3 would have been a much better movie.

Pitch Perfect 3: Bechloe is Legit

Chapter 3 - Fire Escape Confessional

Beca climbs out the window in their living room and onto the fire escape. She takes a deep breath as she looks around, glancing down at the cars six stories below. Scrunching her nose at the slight smell, she shrugs deciding it wasn't too bad. She sits down on the metal steps leading up to the floor above and waits for her best friend, listening to the sounds of the busy street below her. It's her favorite spot in all of New York; a fact known only by one other, a certain redhead, who is now at the window.

Beca looks over at Chloe and says, "You know, I always want to have a fire escape."

"Why do you want a fire escape?," Chloe asks through the window as she passes a bottle of wine through with two cups

"It just feels like a perfect little escape for us, pun intended. A place you and I can just talk, and get away from the craziness. Especially since our apartment is the size of a shoebox," Beca explains.

Chloe smiles at her best friend's words, before she hikes her skirt up and climbs out the window to sit down next to Beca. She takes the wine from Beca and opens it up. She pours a generous portion of the wine into the two cups that the petite brunette is holding. She sets the bottle on the step below her and takes her favorite yellow cup out of Beca's hand.

"This seems like a merlot type of discussion," Chloe says, as she taps her cup against Beca's and they both take a drink.

They sit side-by-side for a little while, just listening to the noises of the city, enjoying each other's company and their wine. The only sounds they hear from this spot are the cars driving through the streets below, and the occasional police siren or car horn. From where they sit they don't have a particularly nice view, only being able to see just a sliver of the skyline before it's interrupted by the neighboring apartment building, but still it's their favorite spot.

When they are half-way through the bottle of wine, Chloe leans over and bumps Beca's shoulder with her own. "So fired, huh?"

Beca huffs in annoyance. "I was NOT fired!"

"I don't know," Chloe says, trying and failing to sound serious, her grin giving it away. "I have it on sound authority…"

"Damn Fat Amy," Beca's words however have no bite, as she returns Chloe's grin. Her next words come out more solemn. "I didn't get fired," she assures her best friend.

"Good," Chloe replies, and then her expressive eyes darken as she asks, "are you okay?"

"I didn't get fired, but I did quit."

"Becs…"

"I'm fine, Chloe," Beca assures the redhead, and is surprised to realize she actually means it. Her best friend however doesn't look convinced.

"I'm fine, really. I'm just trying to gain some perspective, that's all," and she bites her lower lip, and looks contemplative.

"You want to tell me what really happened?," Chloe asks calmly.

Beca lets loose with a sarcastic chuckle, and then begins to regale Chloe with the events of her meeting with Evan, Pimp Lo, and his stupid posse. Chloe quietly listens, only making noncommittal sounds at the right moments, letting Beca go at her own pace. Beca appreciates this, and ends up telling more than she had planned. As always the kindness in Chloe's eyes is quite comforting for the young producer.

It's only when Beca gets to what Evan had said about it being Beca's "time of the month," that Chloe really responds.

"No! She did not say that!"

"Oh, yes, she did," Beca replies earnestly.

"How did you respond?"

"Well, I was speechless, unfortunately that douche-bag Pimp Lo wasn't." Beca's intonation telling half the story of how creeped out she had been.

"What did he say?," Chloe asks intrigued by Beca's tone.

Beca can't say it out loud so she leans in and whispers it. Chloe is at first distracted by the feel of Beca's breath on her ear, so it takes a moment for Chloe to register what her friend is saying. She jerks back, eyes wide, then smacks Beca's arm.

"You're making that up," she jokingly accuses.

Beca gives her a look as she asks, "Do you seriously think I could make that shit up?"

Chloe can honestly say no, so she shakes her head. "Eww! What major malfunction did someone have to experience to be able to say that?"

Holding up her cup, Beca says, "Here's to never finding out," and she clicks cups with Chloe; who also drinks.

"Is that why you quit?"

"Yes and no. I mean it wasn't the only reason, but it was the proverbial last straw." Chloe remains quiet, knowing Beca better than anybody else, that her friend will share at her own pace. Beca appreciates this fact, just as she appreciates her best friend. "I just can't have my name on that hot mess. I'm still trying to build a reputation."

"So, what are you going to do next?"

Beca shrugs at first, "Too be honest, this was such a spur of the moment decision, I don't really have a plan."

Chloe begins rubbing Beca's back. "Don't worry, I know everything will work out."

"Oh, I know, if nothing else I can follow your plan and become an exotic dancer," Beca says with a smirk.

Chloe guffaws in surprise. She definitely didn't see that answer coming. With a laugh the redhead says, "Hey, that was a legitimate option. I totally could have rocked it as an exotic dancer."

"Yeah, you could have," Beca agrees, doing a little lift of her eyebrows in a suggestive motion. Chloe laughs again, joined in by Beca, who is feeling much better.

"You know, there is one glaring flaw with your plan," Chloe says, trying to sound serious.

"Oh yeah?" Beca smirks into her cup as she takes a drink.

"Uh-huh," nods Chloe. "My portion of the month's rent would have all gone to pay for lap dances."

Beca sputters and chokes on her drink, and goes as red as Chloe's hair. Chloe quickly starts massaging Beca's back, which does help. Once she regains her breath, she coughs out, "Don't do that, dude!"

"Just saying," says Chloe with a wink. She then does go a little more serious. "I know you don't have a specific plan, but all things being even, what do you want to happen?"

Beca sits there for a few moments as she contemplates how she wants to explain this. At first she can't find the right words to phrase what she wants to convey, yet somehow Chloe still understands. Chloe always understands. When she does speak, it starts out haltingly. "You know...when we first met, I was so sure I was ready to take on the industry. I remember telling my dad that I didn't want to be at college because I wanted to be in L.A., paying my dues. I was so sure that I had what it takes to make it big."

The petite brunette sighs, "Then with my internship at Residual Heat I learned what paying your dues really meant. Which included the lesson that while I have talent, there are a whole lot of other people who have talent too. Still, with Emily's help I managed to succeed. So I was more than excited to get the opportunity at Premier Sounds Studios, even when it meant going to New York, instead of L.A. with Jesse." She pauses, a wistful look on her face, and Chloe placed her hand atop Beca's, giving her a gentle squeeze for reassurance. "I think I am a little hurt he moved on so quickly," she smiles at Chloe's gentle squeeze, and the feeling of her friend's tender massage on her back.

She continues on. "These jobs don't grow on trees though. I needed to jump at the opportunity, and I again learned that paying one's dues at the entry level is different than what interns deal with. It's a whole level higher, making the internship look like child's play. Still, I have spent the last three years slogging through it all."

Beca pauses, listening to the sound of some emergency vehicles in the distance. When the sound fades, she starts again, "Maybe I'm making a mistake, but I kind of feel like I'm going down the wrong track at PSS. The stuff they have me do, it isn't my sound. I feel like I could be type cast. At the same time PSS seems to attract a lot of the Pimp Lo kind of talent," Beca holds up her hands to do the air quotes as she says talent. "I really want to find better. I know there's better out there. People who really love and appreciate music. Like you and Emily do."

Chloe smiles at this. She secretly loves that Beca still sees her love of music. She worries sometimes that Beca will see her as only a music teacher.

"I don't know, Chlo. Did I just make a huge mistake? Oh God, what did I just do? Did I just trash my career? I just derailed my career! Am I mental? I..."

A bit of panic begins to overtake Beca. Chloe acts immediately, pulling the smaller woman in tight to her side, and whispering confidently, "Hey, hey, hey. You have not derailed your career, Becs. You didn't make a mistake. You followed your heart; and I, for one, totally trust your heart."

The redhead looks deeply into Beca's eyes and continues, "I can't make any promises about the future, Becs," Chloe lowers her voice to a whisper, "but I know you're the most talented person I've ever met, and it's going to be recognized before too long."

The petite brunette leans over, resting her head on her best friend's shoulder. "I'm not sure I'm worthy of all this praise, love, and happiness."

"You are, Becs," Chloe assures her.

The sit there quietly, Beca's head on Chloe's shoulder. Just being together.

"Feeling better?," the redhead finally asks.

"Much," answers the brunette, and it's true. Telling Chloe always helps. Beca offers a shy smile as she says sincerely, "Thank you for the confidence."

"Always," answers the redhead.

She moves the now almost empty wine bottle in front of Beca and places her cup next to it. She leans back into a reclined position as she clasps her hands behind her head and stretches out her legs.

"Oh, my God. What are you wearing, Beale?," Beca asks as she takes in her friend's attire.

"My old Bellas uniform," answers Chloe honestly and openly.

"Oh sweetie," Beca says in a consoling voice. "Why?"

"Because it reminds me of a time when I was special," Chloe answers rather shyly and sits up.

This answer actually breaks Beca's heart. "Oh, honey, you are special. You will always be special. Especially to me."

She gives Chloe a quick hug and then a thought crosses her mind. "Wait. Did you actually wear that to teach your classes today?"

"Maybe," Chloe says as she bites her lower lip.

"And the other teachers didn't comment?," Beca asks incredulously.

"When any did, I proudly told them I was going to a reunion of my world champion acapella team," says Chloe with pride.

"That's today?" Beca asks, her voice rising in pitch.

"Yeah, I left you a sticky note, and circled it on your calendar," answers Chloe.

"Ugh, I'm not up for this," Beca says and drops her head to her knees.

"Come on Becs, you have to go. Legacy will be heartbroken if you don't go. She always looks up to you. You're setting the path she hopes to follow."

"Which almost makes me not want to go," interjects Beca.

Chloe shakes her head at that suggestion. "Come on, it's our chance to sing together again. All of our Bellas will be there. Even Aubrey is coming. Which is good because she totally needs a break from the lodge."

"Aubrey is feeling stress at the lodge?" Beca asks, this being the first she's heard of it.

"Yeah, I'll let Bree give you all the details, but suffice it to say, she's the victim of her own success. She's really stressed."

"Aubrey stressed? That's unbelievable," Beca quips, eyes widening in mock surprise.

"Be nice," Chloe says. "Aubrey has relaxed so much since our college days."

"But she is still is, and always will remain, a Posen," counters Beca.

"True," laughs Chloe. A thought strikes Chloe, and she says, "Stacie's also going to be there. This could be the last time she gets out before the baby is born."

"I can't believe Stacie's having a baby, and has to do it on her own because her boyfriend bailed," observes Beca.

"Yeah, but Stacie has the Bellas, so you have to come and show her your support," Chloe argues. Beca still looks reluctant, so Chloe pulls out the big guns, combining full-on pout with huge puppy dog eyes. "Come on, Becs. Let's go to the reunion and have a blast."

Beca knew she was going to cave even before Chloe pulled out all her charm. Now she has no chance. With an exasperated huff she concedes, "Fine. We'll go to the reunion."

"Yay!" Squeals Chloe as she wraps the shorter girl in a hug. "Now, go put on your Bellas uniform."

"Ugh," Beca moans. "What am I getting myself into?"

A/N: We are going to keep the mains points of the movie but we also plan to add and change a few things. One them being that we both felt that the idea that no one noticed Stacie was eight months pregnant until she mentioned it was ludicrous. It was one of several missteps when it came to Stacie's part in PP3. All of the other Bellas "grew up" and changed, we feel Stacie would have as well. She would no longer be the "slut" she was portrayed to be in PP1 and PP2. So, as a family who keeps in touch, everyone would have already known she was pregnant or noticed it when they saw her.