A/N: Bechloe Week Day 3: Drunk Texting

It's still the 25th in Hawaii so this totally isn't late even though I'm about to post day 4 on my other Bechloe Week fic.

Keep reading for a fic prompted by 'Drunk texting' ft. absolutely zero alcohol consumption!


The Bellas all living in one house was not like a perpetual sleepover, but occasionally they constructed one. Chloe was usually the instigator, and it usually happened if someone had seemed particularly stressed or particularly absent from the house. This time, she was clearly the instigator, because her worry was about Beca.

Her co-captain was certainly more sociable than she had been in the past – the mere fact that she'd agreed to live in a house with the rest of the Bellas in her second year of college was proof enough of that – but sometimes she still pulled back, and for the last week, she had more than she had in a long time. The others thought she might've been busy with classes or Jesse, but Chloe knew otherwise. For one, Becca and Jesse had ended months ago – Beca hadn't made a big deal of it because it wasn't a big deal to her, although Chloe was a little surprised the others didn't work it out via Jesse somehow –, but Beca had also appeared in Chloe's room five days ago to talk to her.

"What's up, Becs?" Chloe asked, having walked in after a late-afternoon class assuming Flo, studying in the living room, was the only other Bella home until she stepped into her own room.

"Uh, stuff," Beca answered, with a long sigh as she fell backwards and lay on Chloe's bed.

"Stuff you want to share or stuff you just want to lie on my bed and think about?" Chloe questioned, continuing to empty a few things out of her backpack and put them in their places.

"Dad's being weird about me breaking up with Jesse… like I literally don't give a shit why does my Dad care?"

"Is he saying things?" Chloe responded, sympathetically, as she finished tidying her desk and moved to sit beside Beca on her bed.

"He's kinda hinting that he thinks I broke up with Jesse because I like girls and he's not cool with it," Beca's response is matter-of-fact, and frustrated.

"Ugh, that's shitty of him," Chloe empathised, choosing not to push Beca on the liking girls thing. It's not like she'd exactly mentioned to Beca that she was into girls.

"I think I need… god this is uncharacteristic of me," Beca cut herself off, rolling her eyes as she turned to look at Chloe. "I think I need a proper Bellas girls night. No drinking though."

"One compulsory Bellas sleepover coming up, then," Chloe had smiled, standing up and wandering over her laptop to immediately message everyone.

"We all live together! It's not a sleepover!" Beca had grumbled, Chloe choosing to ignore her.

So, five days later, everyone managed to cancel anything they had on after 6pm for the night, only Chloe and Beca explicitly knowing why it had been called.

First up, of course, was making pizzas – ordering just wasn't practical with so many of them and literally no one agreeing on toppings – and Beca jumped up to volunteer to cut up all the ingredients for everyone. She found cooking kind of distracting from anything going on in her head, and when all the Bellas were crowded around the kitchen pulling things out of the fridge and trays out of the cupboard, arguing over how much sauce should go on each pizza base, it just felt kind of nice. Supportive. Homely.

There were enough of them and enough pizzas that there was no break between making and eating – the first pizza left the oven well before the last one was made, and as much as the reason they made their own was to get toppings everyone liked, everything ended up being communal because they were all hungry and Beca was fiercely protective of the yet-to-be-used toppings, growling at anyone who attempted to steal something to eat.

(Except Chloe, of course – because she only stole pineapple, and Beca was firmly of the belief that less pineapple on any pizza in existence was good for the world. Also, she let Chloe get away with everything.)

They rather quickly migrated from the kitchen to the living room, someone throwing a random movie on the TV in the background as the girls all started chatting, catching up in a way that they didn't always get a chance to with their busy schedules. Amy wasn't one for sharing, mostly sitting in the centre of the room and throwing around jokes in response to everyone else, but the others shared.

Flo made them promise to keep quiet about it, and explained a new refugee action program she was getting involved in with one of the political groups on campus. Ashley, or maybe Jessica or maybe both, gushed about how great one of their lecturers was because he kept bringing his puppy to class because it was too young to stay home alone. Stacie discussed a few of her latest boy-toy adventures, although shrugging most of them off as "forgettable", before Chloe was prompted to give them all an update on how Aubrey was going with her business retreat post-graduation.

Beca sat happily, mostly quietly, listening to her friends talk and ask about each other's lives, happy that they didn't push her (or, frankly, Amy, because that always got too strange for her) too much to talk if she didn't want to. Granted, part of her felt a little guilty about how much she'd held back lately, which is why, when CR carefully asked if much was up with her, she didn't entirely shrug it off.

"Uhh, not heaps. Apparently none of you guys have realised I broke up with Jesse a few months ago, so that's a thing… Like, I broke up with him, I wanted to, it was kind of nothing," she shrugs off the loud reactions and watches as everyone's faces quickly fall back to acceptance.

"Yeah, actually, makes sense," Amy answers, "especially since you're gay and all."

"Um… what?" Beca answers, raising an eyebrow, the rest of the girls seeming to side with her and laugh of Amy's comment enough that Beca can move on and talk about something a little less dicey. Like the fact that Luke is finally letting her in the booth at the campus radio station on a regular basis.

At some point, Flo and Jess disappear out of the room without a word and return – gradually – with what seems like every pillow and blanket in the house. Beca really wants to roll her eyes, it'd be more on-brand, but it's kind of cold and the atmosphere in here is kind of warm and it adds to it, so she lets Chloe throw a giant pillow that she thinks belongs to Stacie behind her and, when her co-captain asks if she wants to share the blanket she's thrown over herself, she accepts, shifting closer to get under it.

Their willing story-sharing quickly becomes a game of truth or dare, largely at Amy's insistence, of course. They're all comfortable and sober, though, so it's a lot more truth than dare. No one wants to get up and do something stupid.

Part of Beca wonders if Chloe clued the others up that she was feeling kinda shitty this week, given the questions she gets thrown are insanely boring and easy – "why don't you wear nail polish?" "because it doesn't go with my look in the slightest, Stacie, you're the fashion girl here you should know that!" – but she also knows Chloe wouldn't betray her trust that their semi-regular chats in Chloe's room stay private.

"Beca! Truth or dare?" Ashley asks, grinning, and Beca shrugs.

"Has literally anyone said dare? Truth."

"Who'd be the absolute worst person in your phone contacts that you could drunk text something?" Ashley's question is odd, to Beca, and she's not quite sure how to answer it, so she takes a moment to think.

"I mean, any of my like… family? That'd just be awkward… I deleted Jesse's number and all I'd drunk text him is that he sucks…" she answers, slowly thinking aloud. "Actually, you know what?" her voice brightens, sounding more certain, as she gestures to her left, "Chloe. Definitely Chloe."

Beca chooses to ignore the confused looks from the others, and pretends not to see the hurt look on her best friend's face, as she asks something of Cynthia-Rose to move the game along.

Chloe doesn't know what to think of Beca's answer. She thought they told each other everything, and she thought that Beca knew she'd never share anything she was told in secrecy, so she has no idea why Beca would be scared to reveal anything to her, even if she was drunk. Does Beca not trust her? Is Beca hiding things from her? Is their increasing closeness not as increasing as she'd imagined?

She doesn't want to ruin her night by worrying, though, so Chloe pushes the thoughts out of her mind, coming up with a few loose justifications instead. There's a few things she hasn't told Beca. Beca can be a messy drunk, and maybe she just doesn't want to worry Chloe or annoy her (although Chloe could never be annoyed by her and she thinks she's made that pretty clear before). Everything is fine.

She stews over it for a few days after, though, her head swimming with questions because it was just such a confusing answer and it was about her and she thought, even if Beca sometimes doesn't reveal everything about things with her family or her grades or things like that (she has no idea how Beca is doing academically, just that it's well enough that she meets the pass-average requirement to stay in the Bellas), she at least knew where they stood in regards to each other. Right?

"Oh, hey Beca," Chloe greets her captain as she walks into her room the next week, seeing Beca already laying across her bed.

"Hey Chlo," Beca answers, shifting and sitting up to face the redhead, "did I do something wrong? You're being kind of weird. You haven't hugged me since the sleepover."

"Ha! You called it a sleepover!" Chloe points out, enthusiastically, choosing not to answer the question.

"Because everyone else does. Still wrong. Seriously, though, dude, what's up?"

Chloe sighs, slowly unpacking her bag before she takes a seat on the bed beside Beca.

"Why did you say I'd be the worst person to drunk text?" Chloe asks, looking down at the floor, not wanting to see Beca's reaction.

"Uh… shit. You weren't meant to pick up on that," Beca's initial answer doesn't give Chloe any hope that this isn't about her thinking their relationship was better than it was. "Um, so I didn't want to tell you this… and I think if I got drunk I would, which is why I said that… and it's kind of weird and it might freak you out."

"I've got an insanely high bar for things you say freaking me out, Becs."

"This might even beat that… You know what I said about my Dad?"

"How he was being all shitty about why you broke up with Jesse?" Chloe asks, wondering how on earth this could have anything to do with her.

"Yeah… he was kind of right. I broke up with Jesse because I've kinda realised I'm not really into guys… and I am into girls…" Beca trails off, cautiously, and Chloe quickly looks up.

"Becs! You don't have to worry about telling me that at all, that's not weird at all! I'm totally in support of you no matter what," Chloe responds, enthusiastically, "and I'm bi, so I'm especially chill about all this stuff."

"Oh, I knew you would be, although… I did not know you're bi. That part's not what I thought'd freak you out, although maybe it won't freak you out in the way I thought it would…" Beca's response is full of hesitance, and Chloe tries to turn her voice as comforting as possible in response.

"Just tell me if you'd like to, Beca, I promise I won't freak out."

"I realised I like girls because I like you… that way," Beca says, the end of her sentence mumbled as she brings her hands up to cover her face.

Chloe's brain stutters, taking a moment to process what she just heard. Beca… likes her? Beca? Beca actually just said that, and she's not dreaming?

Beca goes to apologise, snapping Chloe out of her daze.

"Don't apologise, Beca. And you know, if you like me, then would you like to go on a date with me? This Friday?" Chloe asks, softly, watching as Beca's small smile grows, evidently against her will, as she bites her lip to try and control it.

"Yeah… that'd be nice," Beca answers, "is this you saying…"

"Yeah. I like you too. Have since I met you," Chloe replies, shifting her hand delicately across the covers until it bumps into where Beca's is resting, causing her to look up and meet Chloe's eyes, blushing heavily.

"This way was better than drunk texting."