MysticFalls94, NightmareWalker: I don't think I can manage to write a triple treble fic at this point. It's still beyond my forte, so we're crossing that off our list, guys. I'm sorry.

Guest, Guest (May 8): Thanks! :)

Guest: Get used to all the mindfucking, dear.

Yan: For some reason, I enjoy reading the 'fucking cheating Beca'. Something's wrong with me, I think. We'll see if karma will get her.

llvr: It's indeed intentional on my part to not indicate the pairings. I even had to go back and undo them. Well, iyou should know that I'm an evil bitch. LOL.

vahuene: And that's not all.

shayna115, leanaplumz: That means you are just on the right track. LOL.

Asswipe: Is that the Leslie Mann movie? I haven't seen it, but I'm guessing it's a comedy so, no, this is not based on The Other Woman.

cricket: Breathe.

ReadWriteFangirl: Looking at your profile picture makes me really nervous.

"Okay, let's take five, people."

Oh thank goodness! Judging by the collective sighs of relief, it's like Cynthia-Rose has done the entire studio a big favor. The little spoiled brat for an artist, along with his entire entourage, marches out of the building to address their desperate need for air - or more accurately, smoke. Soon after, the control room empties but three people; two remains barely awake while Fat Amy is too busy snoring in her sleep.

"You're the one who needs a break, Beca. I did it for you. And for me. Because I'm the one who has to deal with that piece of shit we call 'talent' all evening while you space out into oblivion."

Beca briefly glances over her business partner and sighs. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

"Is it the wife or... you-know-who?"

The death glare is more than enough to force the other to raise both hands into capitulation. "They have names, CR."

"Please don't sound too proud about it, my friend. Newsflash: you're not a Muslim."

Deliberately choosing to ignore such comment filled with the ugly truth, Beca walks over to the massive mixing boards, put on a pair of headphones and starts to inject some of her magic into the tragic track they've been working on for hours. Perhaps, a way to forget the world outside these walls even for a moment. But her long-time friend doesn't seem to want to give her a break after all.

"I don't really get it, you know."

"I don't expect you to."

"Just try to make it clear to me, alright? 'Cause you using me, I get that. You just want to make music; you don't want the Grammy, the popularity, or any of the fuss. That's fine, Beca. You using Fat Amy, I get that too. You agreed to hire her as your assistant because you know it's the only way to assure Aubrey that you're 'behaving' whenever she's gone. But Chloe? I really don't get it, girl."

Heaving out another sigh, Beca turns to her friend with an annoyed spirit this time. "I am not using Chloe."

"Oh okay," nods the other in sarcasm. "So let me get this straight. You guys have sex, celebrate Valentines on the 15th, Christmas on January, her birthday a day after because she happens to share it with your mother-in-law, go all couple-y and after all these, you get to go home to your wife while Chloe lie awake in her bed, alone and lonely. Yeah, I guess you're right. You're not using her."

"I," the married brunette starts but immediately stops herself. "I love Aubrey. I love my wife, but everytime I'm with her it feels like cheating on Chloe."

Shaking her head in disapproval, Cynthia-Rose throws her friend a knowing look. "You're a mess, kiddo."

"I know," replies the other, letting out a small chuckle to go with it. "But don't worry. I don't think Chloe still wants to see me."

"Really? 'Cause that's not what she told me on the phone."

Puzzled, Beca shoots her friend a questioning look. Cynthia-Rose clicks her tongue for realizing it's a form of condoning the act yet eventually sports a sympathetic smirk and nods towards the exit door. Fat Amy will have to stay out of this; it will be a little secret between the two long-time friends. The same rules apply though - there's nothing to be seen, nothing to be heard. It's just another all-nighter at the studio working on a new record.

"Hey." The brunette hops in the car awaiting outside, all smiles and genuinely cheerful for the first time in days. Forget about the last time they met; she's been dying to hold Chloe again, to kiss her again for dear life. "It's 2am, Chlo. What are you doing here?"

Chloe grants a look, that small gesture letting her lover know that she still do care. Afterwards, she retrieve a brown paper bag from the back of the car and offers it to the brunette. Clueless, Beca proceeds to reach into the bag - packed chirashi bowl, an apple, and Dr. Pepper. She drove all the way down there at two in the morning to deliver a free meal.

"You know I can't sleep when I know you're working late. I bet you haven't eaten dinner yet."

And that's how you melt a heart. That's how you paint a big smile and natural blush on the cheeks. That's how you earn a kiss from someone who's already married. And that kiss, no matter how sinful, no matter how stupid or unreasonable it is, you'd come up with the perfect excuse, the right amount of justification to give in to it.

"Thanks for coming with me, Chloe."

The redhead chuckles. "Don't be silly, Aubrey. Nobody can say 'no' to shopping."

"Tell that to my wife," replies the other, rolling her eyes at that one little trait she hated about Beca. "But really, thank you. This is very nice of you to drive here to the mall even after a long day at the office. I mean, I'm practically still a stranger."

Chloe waves a hand to dismiss the ridiculous notion. "We've done shopping together, so we're practically BFFs now."

"Fine by me," Aubrey agrees with a giggle. "Next time, bring along your roommate. We can have a girls night out!"

"Well, it's not a girls night out without booze, so good luck convincing her to cheat on her diet plan."

"My wife's assistant is also enrolled to a gym class, and she never followed her diet plan. I think she'll be able to convince your roommate."

"Wow, so everybody's into fitness now, huh? And here we are stuffing ourselves with sweets and sodium and cholesterol."

"That's exactly why I love hanging out with you!"

They share another set of laughter, oblivious of the greater connection between them, unaware of all the reasons why they shouldn't be hanging out to begin with. It's a small world, and the theory of six degrees of separation makes it even smaller for secrets to remain unexposed.

"Aubrey?" They pause from their meal as the owner of the voice, a guy, approaches their table. "Hey, it's me."

"Jesse? Oh my god!" the blonde woman stands to give him a hug. "Good to see you. How was the tour?"

"Awesome, but nothing beats home. And you? I see you're back. Last time I heard you were in a medical mission in Central African Republic. Yeah, I still can't believe I had to let you go."

"You used to date a Treble?" the third party, Chloe, suddenly blurts out. "Oops. I'm sorry to butt in just like that."

Realizing the presence of another person he's not familiar with, Jesse discreetly posts his inquiry. "Please tell me you didn't break up with me just to end up divorcing B-"

"Oh no," the redhead quickly cuts him off. "We're not... an item. She's still happily married to her wife."

Aubrey throws a glare at her ex for being so judgmental and introduces her new friend. Things should get better from here.

"It's Saturday. Come back to bed, honey."

But Beca's sleepy moans aren't enough to summon her wife back to the comfort of the mattress.

"We talked about this, sweet cheeks. We're having visitors today, and I have to prepare lunch."

"You're suspiciously too excited to have lunch with you ex, Doc."

Aubrey is half-way through getting dressed when she's figured the trace of jealousy in the atmosphere. Equipped with a playful smirk, she crawls back to Beca's arms and rendering smooches, convincing her that she is and will always be the love of her life.

"I'm playing matchmaker today, and you better have my back on this."

"Matchmaker? Like Cupid?"

"Yep! My new friend, the one I've been telling you about if you were listening, is also coming over. I think she'll be perfect for Jesse."

"And why is that?"

Aubrey sighs and turns to her wife, contemplating. "I don't know, baby. There's something about her. Just... wait 'til you meet her and see it for yourself. You're going to love her, I promise."