Warning: this chapter does contain transphobia and mentions of suicide.

It was Thursday, which meant that Chloe had to leave early for work while Beck got up and out of bed around noon to continue working on a few songs. His boss had gotten onto him the week before regarding an almost missed deadline.

Beck grumbled as he rolled out of bed, going straight to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower. He noticed a glass bottle on the counter and smiled when he read the note next to it.

Good morning, handsome. I ran out before work and got you some new cologne. I know how long you've been looking for this one.

-Chloe XOXO

"Beale, you are the best." The young man looked into the mirror and sighed when he glanced at his chest. Sometimes he wished he could just pull them right off and carry on with life. He shook his head and moved away from the sink to turn on the water, waiting until it warmed up to get in.

An hour later, Beck sat in the living room, laptop in his lap, and phone against his ear as he spoke with his boss.

"Yes, sir. I understand. Yes. I have a singer. No, she isn't known well. She was part of the Barden Bellas, captain actually at some point."

Beck nodded to himself as he heard his boss speak, a smile lighting up his features when he was given the okay to use a new voice for his song. "Thank you, sir. I'll have it in by Monday. Okay, you too. Bye."

He chuckled quietly as he texted Chloe, letting her know the plan for their evening. Chicken and rice with salad on the side for dinner, a movie, and then begin recording for the song. Chloe agreed to the plan with a smiley face before she went back to work.

A knocking on the door broke Beck from his trance. He quickly put on a black t-shirt and looked through the peephole, sighing when he saw that it was Jesse. After a few moments, the younger man opened the door and walked back to the living room.

"Hey, Bec...Beck. How's it going, dude?" Jesse sat down on the couch next to Beck, smiling at the smaller male, who just closed his laptop and set it aside. "It's going. Not to be rude, but may I ask why you are here?"

"Whoa, your voice. It's gotten deep, dude. But, uh, yeah...I left my phone the other day and I was wondering if I could have it back?"

"I don't know where you left it," Beck shrugged as he walked down the hallway, telling Jesse to follow him. "Was it the one on our dresser? Speaking of, why were you even in here?"

"I don't know if Chloe told you, but she needed some...advice on a thing-"

"Why would my girlfriend ask you for sex advice? Jesse what are you up to?"

Jesse stayed quiet as he leaned against the door frame. "Chloe deserves to be with someone who can provide her with what she needs."

Beck already knew where this was going and grabbed the other man's phone, tossing it at him. "I can provide Chloe with whatever she wants and needs. I'm just enough of a man as you are. Get the fuck out of my house, Swanson."

"I'm just saying, what if Chloe wants kids, then-"

"I said GET THE FUCK OUT!" Beck marched up to Jesse and clocked the taller man right in the nose, dragging him down the hall and out of the door. "Don't ever talk to me or Chloe. Ever. Again."

He locked the door and glanced down at his hands, balling them up into fists to stop the shaking. His heart ached and raced at the same time, some of Jesse's words nagging at him.

What if Chloe does leave me because I can't give her kids…?

Just kill yourself, things would be easier, and you know it.

No...leave me alone…I won't give in…

Come on, Beck. You heard Jesse. You can't please her.

Yes, I can.

"Leave me alone!"

Beck felt a pair of arms wrap around him as his breathing became heavy. He didn't try to push the person off, especially when he heard a steady mantra in his ear.

"You're okay. I'm here. I've got you, baby, It's okay."

Chloe had stepped inside, ready to question her boyfriend about the bloodied face Jesse outside, but when she saw him standing there, looking at his hands, she knew something was wrong.

"Beck, let us sit down on the couch. Come on."

The redhead pulled Beck onto the couch next to her, resting his head on her shoulder as her fingers threaded through his short locks. It was an effective method for the first few months, but Chloe had stopped when Beck's mood had lifted within the last few weeks, only needing to give him a quick kiss to cheer him up.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?"

Beck shook his head and kept it nestled in Chloe's shoulder. The hands in his hair kept him calm for the most part, and it made him sleepy. He wanted a nap, to sleep, to do anything but cry. He was so tired of crying in the past.

"I'm going to go take a nap. You can leave Jesse outside...I don't want him in our house, ever again." The young man stood from his spot and trudged down the hallway, slamming the room door when he made it.

Chloe groaned and left the couch to go back outside to confront Jesse.

"What the fuck did you tell Beck? He had a panic attack."

Jesse had taken off his shirt to stop the bleeding from his nose, and to clean himself up. "I just told him what he needed to hear. The truth."

"What did you say, Swanson?"

"That he wasn't good enough for you. You need a real man to please you. Someone like me."

The young woman clenched her jaw, stuck between slapping the man in front of her, or yelling at him, so she did both.

"Don't you ever talk about Beck in such a manner, ever! You will not return to this property unless you come to apologize for being such an asshole. Beck is just as much of a man as you are. Just because his body is different doesn't mean shit! I had faith in you...that you would finally come around and be supportive, but I guess that was too much to ask. Leave."

She forced him to his feet and shoved him forward. "Your girlfriend is dating one hell of a guy. I hope she realizes your true nature before it's too late. You disgust me."

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