A/N: Back again with Chapter 4 :) I hope you enjoy.

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Not long after Beca had returned to their room, Chloe appeared in the doorway.

"You aren't playing anymore?" Beca questioned.

Chloe shrugged her shoulders as she moved into the room to sit on her bed. Neither girl was very drunk after the few rounds they did play, and they were still thinking about things that had been revealed earlier.

"No, I'm tired too. Don't want to be to hungover for the last day of the break tomorrow."

Beca nodded in understanding. She was about to get into bed as Chloe spoke up again.

"Can I see that tattoo Becs? I didn't get to see it properly when we met in the showers last year."

The brunette paused in her movement, looking down. It was clear there was a fight going on within her mind as to whether she should agree to Chloe's request or not.

"Umm," she hesitated.

Chloe picked up on her clear reluctance, but she wanted Beca to be able to trust her with things like this.

"It's okay, I won't judge or anything. You can trust me Becs. Please?" she spoke the last part in a really sweet tone, to which Beca could not resist.

"Yeah okay. Just for you." She finally agreed, adding in a joke. Why is it that she can make me do anything with the snap of a finger? Must be the redheaded charm…

The tiny brunette lifted the back of her shirt up and turned around, giving the redhead a good view of the whole tattoo, printed across her upper back in an almost cursive font.

Chloe moved closer so she could see it better, and took over holding the shirt up. Without thinking about boundaries, she ran her hand across the tattoo. "It's beautiful Beca." She sounded in awe.

Beca was trying to ignore the goosebumps that appeared as soon as Chloe's hand touched her bare skin. She definitely wasn't expecting the girl to touch her tattoo, but soon realised it was something that Chloe would actually do, so it shouldn't be too shocking to her.

"Thanks, I guess." She responded in a small voice.

The redhead finally let the younger girl's shirt drop back down, covering her back up again, as the girl turned around to face her.

Chloe sat back down on her own bed as Beca remained standing.

"Can I ask you something Becs?" Chloe's voice was serious, but soft.

Beca was unsure where this was going, and apprehensively responded, hoping that she could also get an answer to the question that was bugging her. "Only if I can ask you something after?"

"Deal." Chloe nodded once, giving a small smile before continuing. "Why did you get that tattoo?"

Beca let out an almost bitter laugh, as she gave in and prepared her answer.

"Of course you would ask this." She muttered mostly to herself. She paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to word her answer. "Let's just say, I went through a time when I was younger that made me realise how true the quote is. I was struggling with something, and it brought out a strength I never knew I had to fight it." That was all she was willing to give away at this stage.

Chloe listened intently, and accepted the explanation, acknowledging that Beca did not want to say anything more on the matter. But, she made a mental note to one day find out the story behind this. When she felt Beca trusted her more. Chloe knew it would take time, and she was willing to be patient with Beca and her resistance to showing vulnerability.

"I think that's awesome, that you got something that has so much meaning to you."

Beca responded with an awkward half-smile, ready to move on from the awkwardness of the conversation.

"Your turn now. Why didn't you tell me when you were upset about missing the girls last week?"

It was Chloe's turn to avoid eye contact, as she looked down sheepishly. "I didn't want to bother you with it. I know you don't like this kind of interaction so much, with sharing feelings and such. You were busy working on a mix anyway." She brushed it off.

Beca's eyes softened as she took in her roommate's perception of her. "I know I'm not good with the feelings shit, but you can always come to me if you are upset, Chlo. I'm sorry you thought differently. I hate to know that you were upset and didn't feel like you could come to me. And friends come before mixes."

Chloe lifted her head up, feeling her heart warm as her best friend spoke. When Beca finished, Chloe launched herself at the girl, squeezing her tight in a hug she had no choice over.

"Thanks Beca, I will remember that for next time."

"No problems Chlo. Now let's get to bed, I'm exhausted."

"Good idea."

Not half an hour later, the pair were fast asleep, happy to have been able to discuss the questions on their minds, without either girl shutting down the conversation.

It was five am when Beca jolted awake, launching herself out of bed and running for the bathroom, her hand holding her stomach. A few minutes later, a pained Beca made her way back to bed, regretting having drunken alcohol the night before. She knew alcohol might not be a good idea, what with her 'condition', but she had hoped that it wouldn't affect her. Boy was she wrong.

The brunette had almost fallen back asleep when her stomach began with more rolling waves of intense pain. Of course, she was forced to fling her covers back and make another run for the bathroom a moment later.

This time however, there was a knock on the bathroom door, and Chloe voice filtered through. "Beca? Are you okay in there?"

She must have woken the ginger up with her movements. Damn it, she thought. How am I going to explain away this one?

"Yeah I'm okay, I'll be out in a second." She responded, as she held her stomach, still on the toilet.

When she returned for the second time, Beca found her roommate sitting on her bed, frowning in worry about her.

"Uh, hey." Beca started uncomfortably.

"Morning, are you okay Becs? You shot out of bed like a bullet just now."

Thinking that it would suffice if she went with a half-truth, Beca replied. "Yeah, I think the alcohol just messed with my stomach. Not surprising with whatever drinks Amy put in our glasses last night." She gave a laugh, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Oh, okay then. Can I get you anything to soothe your stomach?" Chloe was still worried, but took Beca's answer without question. She now just wanted to help the poor girl, knowing from first-hand experience what alcohol could do to a person's stomach.

"No, I'm okay thanks. I'm just going to go back to sleep. You should too, it's way too early to be up."

Chloe agreed, and they both went back to sleep immediately.

Beca was up and down several more times that morning to the bathroom, before she finally passed out in bed and remained asleep, ignoring the horrible feeling and the pains she was still having.

When asked about the brunette as she entered the kitchen downstairs later on that morning, Chloe explained that Beca was not feeling well and should not be disturbed. She had had a rough night and needed the few extra hours of sleep.

Stacie, being the student in medicine, did not understand why Beca would be feeling so ill when everyone else was okay. They hadn't had enough alcohol to be overly sick or hungover, especially since Beca was one of the first to leave, before more alcohol was consumed by the remaining Bellas in the game. Stacie knew better than the others, as she had the knowledge of this stuff from her studies. It was now time to investigate. So when she heard movement upstairs and the shower running in the captains' room, Stacie decided to go up and wait in the bedroom for the shorter girl to return.

Beca meanwhile in her half-asleep state had forgotten to take anything other than a clean set of underwear into the bathroom with her, and was forced to leave the bathroom half-naked.

Thinking that no one would be up there, especially since they had no apparent reason to be in the bedroom of Beca and Chloe, the brunette emerged from the bathroom in only her underwear, still drying off her hair with a towel.

Upon seeing a pair of legs on the floor in front of her, Beca lifted her head up to find Stacie sitting on her bed. The visitor looked up at the girl in front of her, smirking when she saw what Beca was wearing. Or rather, not wearing.

She yelped, suddenly painfully aware of her clothing situation in the presence of company, and grabbed desperately at the nearest set of clothes hanging over her desk chair, before running back into the bathroom and slamming the door.

Her company, having seen something concerning the moment she saw Beca, was now standing up, following her to the bathroom. Thinking better of invading the DJ's privacy any further, Stacie stood back and waited.

"Stacie what are you doing up here?! You could warn a girl before you wait right outside her bathroom door." Beca called through the door as she finished getting dressed, in the skinny jeans and loose flannel shirt she had picked up in her rush.

"I just came to check up on you. Chloe said you weren't feeling so well earlier, so I thought I'd come see." She looked over to see Beca standing, fully clothed, in front of the open bathroom door, arms crossed.

"But now it seems there is something else more troubling I have to ask you about."