I totally understand if you all hate me for dragging this out as long as I have. I have no excuse other than life getting in the way, coupled with my knack for procrastination.
Chloe shot upright before realizing it, her hair plastered with sweat. At least I didn't remember it this time, she thought to herself, thinking about the nightmare that constantly haunted her dreams. Her head pounded as she tried to remember what happened last night, let alone where she was. Wait.. Where am I? She could feel the panic rise in her chest. In... Out... She repeated to herself as she tried to control her breathing. My medicine... Where are my pills? Before Chloe could open her mouth to scream, the door opened to a small brunette, expertly balancing two cups of coffee, a white paper sack and her room keys.
"Mornin'," Beca called to a wide eyed Chloe who still hadn't figured out what exactly was happening. She felt her chest squeeze tighter, either because she was about to have a full blown panic attack or how good Beca looked in her baggy sweat pants and tight tank top, showing off her slim stomach and hip bones.
"You okay there, Red?" the brunette obviously noticed the panicked state Chloe was in.
"I don't really know.." Chloe trailed off, still trying to figure out where she was and why Beca was here.
"Well, I got you some coffee and medicine. I figured you have a pretty good sized headache this morning," Beca replied, making her way over to the desk just behind Chloe's head, shoving the blankets and pillow under the bed as she did so. Chloe took in her surroundings as the young girl started to rummage through the white sack. It was obviously Beca's dorm room, just by the way the wall was lined with old posters of The Beatles, Red Hot Chili Peppers and a couple of others that Chloe didn't recognize. Not to mention the mass equipment that managed to take up the entire desk.
"Here," Beca interrupted Chloe's thought process as she shoved a few pills into her hand and a bottle of water.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"So... What exactly happened last night?" Chloe queried after an awkward silence as Beca just sat by her desk, looking out the window.
"I don't know," Beca shrugged, "I saw you with some guy, you stumbled into a VIP room and he followed. I found him on top of you and smashed a bottle to his head." Beca stated as if it happened all the time, never making eye contact with the red head. Chloe just stared at the young girl in horror, her memories still a blur, but she saw Blaine on top of her. Well, felt him really. And felt the way his lips sloppily planted kisses on her body. Chloe shuddered at the thought.
"Thank you," she whispered once again to the brunette.
"No need," she said, finally looking at Chloe, "though I don't think your friend is gonna be too happy."
"He's not a friend." Chloe stated bluntly.
"Sure looked like you two knew each other pretty well on the dance floor."
"I don't have to explain myself to you," she replied angrily as she stood, about to head for the door when her hangover hit her full force, practically knocking her out with pain. Chloe felt her body hit the floor and soon a pair of hands on the back of her neck and underneath her knees.
"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" Beca smirked, picking Chloe up with ease and putting her back on the bed, "you aren't going anywhere, Red."
"It's Chloe," she half shouted with anger, then immediately regretted the action as a new wave of pain ripped through her, "ugh. I need to call Aubrey."
"Oh, don't worry. I've got it all taken care of." Chloe looked up to meet the eyes of the young girl. She was still pissed about last night (what she remembered, anyways) but she knew she should be grateful that Beca came to her rescue and apparently had it all 'taken care of.'
"You mean to talked to Aubrey? How? When?"
"Easy, easy," Beca said as she sat down next to Chloe, "You're phone was going crazy last night, so I answered it."
"You did WHAT?!" The redhead screamed before wincing in pain, falling back down on the bed.
"God you're dramatic," Beca whispered, "It was your friend, Aubrey. After I hit the guy with the bottle he passed out and I had to call security. We ended up having to get him an ambulance because of the blood, but I told them I would keep an eye on you. You weren't hurt or anything, just obliterated.
"We pretty much had to shut the club down. I guess your friends saw me carrying you out and that's when your phone blew up. I told Aubrey that you'd be fine at my place, she was reluctant at first but I'm pretty sure she was hammered, so I didn't have to fight her too long."
"She just let me stay at a strangers?" Chloe looked down at the bedsheets before finishing, "that little bitch! I mean, she doesn't even know you! You could've had your way with me or something. She doesn't even know where you live for fuck sake! All because I snapped at her, and it wasn't even a big deal! Oh, she's gonna get it when I get home. I pray to sweet baby Jesus that-"
"Chloe!" Beca yelled, cutting Chloe short of just exactly what she was going to pray.
"I don't have to get you drunk to have my way with you," the brunette winked.
"Really? Out of all that, that's what you picked up on," Chloe turning a deep red with anger and a hint of embarrassment, "I need to go home."
"Okay," Beca moved from the bed reluctantly as she gathered what seemed to be Chloe's attire from last night.
"Did you undress me?" Chloe asked incredulously, looking down to see she was in short pajama shorts and a black tank top.
"Maaaaaybe..." Beca turned around, quirking an eyebrow at the redhead. Suddenly, Chloe felt very, very exposed as she took the bed sheet and brought it to her shoulders, trying to cover every inch of exposed skin.
"I'm kidding! Jesus, don't you know what sarcasm is?" Beca replied, seeing how uncomfortable she had made Chloe, "although, it is kinda fun to make you blush."
"My face is red because I'm pissed. Trust me, it takes more than that to make me blush," Two could play this game. Chloe felt a triumphant wave course through her veins as the brunettes eyes widened and turned around quickly to pick up the redheads clothes.
"Here," she said, handing the neatly folded pile with her phone to Chloe, "do you want me to walk you to your place. You know, just in case some one needs a good smashin' with a bottle or something," the brunette asked, playing off her genuine concern for Chloe with a little sarcasm. Chloe just rolled her eyes as she took her clothes and phone.
"Fine. But I'm not taking the walk of shame, so I'll be wearing your clothes." Beca just laughed as Chloe's serious expression never changed talking about the 'walk of shame'.
"After you m'lady." Chloe smiled as Beca opened the door to her dorm, bent down and swept her arm across her body.
"How gracious of you," the redhead chided, countering Beca's motions with a curtsey of her own and walked out the door.
The walk to Chloe's apartment was much shorter than the redhead would have liked; filled with comfortable silence, but silence nonetheless. Something Chloe was never a huge fan of. Silence always meant thought. Thought never meant anything good, not in Chloe's own mind anyways.
"I never got to properly thank you," she blurted out.
"For what?" the brunette with genuine curiosity.
"For saving me, I guess. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't smashed that bottle over Blaine," Chloe shuddered again as the fogged memory played in her head.
"Oh," Beca paused, looking anywhere but the redheads eyes, "you're welcome."
"But I have to ask, why did you follow him into that room?"
"I uh..." The brunette blushed.
"Hmm?"
"Ugh. Fine... I was jealous, okay? I don't remember why exactly I followed him into that room but I heard you say stop and he didn't. That's when I freaked. I couldn't imagine someone taking advantage of someone else, let alone taking advantage of you. I mean, you had like half the bottle of Rum and-"
"What?" Chloe questioned.
"What do you mean what?" Beca spat back, still heated from the events of last night.
"Were you keeping tabs on me?" Chloe asked incredulously yet flattered.
"What? No... I was just.. just..." Beca fumbled again as a deep blush creeped into her cheeks.
"You were! I'm flattered, really. I just don't think I'm your type," Chloe winked as they walked up the stairs to her third floor apartment.
"I think you're exactly my type," Beca sincerely countered. Chloe couldn't help but stop as the words left the younger girls lips. She pushed herself closer to Beca, trying to read the look on her face as she did so.
"Did we sleep together last night?"
"Oh God," Beca rolled her eyes as she pulled away from the redhead, "can you not be serious for five minutes? No, we didn't sleep together last night. We didn't even sleep in the same bed. Did you not notice the blankets on the ground? I like to believe that chivalry is still alive, ya know." Chloe felt a pang of guilt thinking the young girl might have taken advantage of her inebriated state.
"Why didn't you call?" Chloe blurted before actually thinking what she was asking. Beca had an exhausted look before a smirk played across her lips.
"Absence makes the heart grow founder." She winked.
"That may be true," Chloe started, taking a small step forward, leaning closer to Beca's face, almost brushing the young girls lips as she moved her head to the DJs ear and whispered, "but I'm more for physical contact." Taking a small step back, she saw the brunettes cheeks flare and left the young girl with a wink as she disappeared into her apartment.
"AUBREY MARIE POSEN," Chloe yelled as soon as she walked through the apartment door, not giving a damn if the blonde was as hungover as she was. The adrenaline coursing through her veins was enough to make a damned elephant jump The Great Wall.
"You get your ass out of that bed right now!" She yelled again, pulling the covers completely off her roommate. Aubrey just moaned and shuddered from the loss of heat.
"Whaaat," she groaned, reaching for the sheets before Chloe jumped on top of her, "the hell are you doing, Chlo?"
"Why did you just let me leave with Beca?!" The redhead shouted, still firmly planted on top of her friend.
"I didn't think it was that big a deal! You clung to her as if your life depended on it!" The blonde shouted back using her arms to try and pry the redhead off of her. Chloe expertly pinned Aubrey's arms under her shins as she sat on her best friend.
"What do you mean I clung to her? I don't even remember leaving with her!"
"I saw you walk out with her. You're arm wrapped around her shoulder and hers on your waist! I tried to talk to you but I couldn't get through all the people. You both were gone before I could say anything, so I tried to call you, almost fifty times before the dwarf finally picked up! She said some stuff happened but that she would take good care of you. Also; that you were completely shitfaced and passed out in her car already. That's why I didn't wanna go to the club last night, Chloe," Aubrey's tone suddenly fell, "I know you. I know how you get when the nightmares are so vivid. I just wanted you to be safe." Chloe felt her heart sink at the look on Aubrey's face - concern with a hint of sadness.
"I'm sorry. I should've known you were just looking out for me," Chloe confessed as she rolled off the blonde, laying on her side propped up by her elbow, "I just needed to forget, you know?"
"There are better ways to cope with things other than alcohol, Chloe."
"Yes, mom," the redhead joked, nudging Aubrey.
"I love you," Chloe whispered.
"What's not to love?" the smaller girl slapped the blondes arm, "ouch!"
"Say it back!"
"Fine, fine. I love you too. But only on your good days."
"So, all the time?" Chloe chided as she got out of her roommates bed.
"Are you going to tell me exactly what happened last night?" Aubrey asked just before the redhead reached her door. Chloe felt herself sigh as the exhaustion finally hit once the adrenaline of the mornings events pulled her out of her high.
"I don't really remember too much," she started, "long story short, Blaine tried to have sex with me. I kept saying no, trying to push him off but I was too drunk. I just remember feeling him collapse on top of me, then I blacked out. Turns out, Beca smashed a beer bottle over his head, knocking him out." Chloe turned around to see a silent Aubrey, bringing her hands up to her eyes to wipe away a tear that escaped.
"Don't cry, Bree." The redhead made her way back to her roommates bed as she sat down and held the taller woman as she shuddered with the weight of unshed tears.
"I'm so sorry," she finally whispered, pulling away from Chloe, "If I hadn't been so caught up in my own emotions, I would've been there to make sure you were okay. To make sure nothing happened to you. I'm a terrible friend," Aubrey finished.
"Well, I don't exactly make it easy, you know," Chloe smiled at her and felt the blonde relax as she let a small smile play across her lips.
"That's for damn sure," the blonde replied with a laugh as she hugged her best friend.
"Now, get out of here so I can sleep!" Aubrey playfully shoved the redhead off the bed. Chloe just laughed as she headed for the door before Aubrey stopped her once again.
"I love you, Chloe," the redhead heard her friend say as she passed the threshold of her bedroom door.
"I love you too, Bree."
Chloe wouldn't deny that she was utterly exhausted from the previous nights events, coupled with what had just taken place in the past hour. How do you manage to get yourself into these situations, Beale? She sighed as she took both bottles from the kitchen cabinet and poured the contents into her hand. A small, oblong shaped blue pill alongside a circled white pill. Chloe tossed them back with ease, she was used to the pills so much that she rarely needed water to help them down her throat. As she walked into her room, the first thing on her mind was charging her phone. What the hell am I supposed to do without my ceeellllphone, she laughed to herself as she quoted a movie, long since forgotten. The redhead watched as the signature apple popped up letting her know the charge was complete enough to power itself on. All of a sudden, her phone buzzed, signaling she had received a message.
Hey. What're you doing later?
Chloe's heart skipped a beat as the contacts name read, Beca Mitchell (DJ extraordinaire)
Nothing. What's up? :)
The reply came just as quick as she had sent it.
I was wondering if you would accompany me to this little shindig I'm being dragged to
Beca Mitchell, are you asking me on a date? ;)
Only if you say yes. If not, this never happened
Chloe couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach as she squirmed around in her bed from excitement
Of course, Beca Mitchell, DJ extraordinaire. I would love to go on a date with you :)
Do you always put smiley's in your messages?
Always :)