A/N: I know this is like, super short but the next one will be longer. Once again, as always, all credit goes to captainpeachperfect. Go and check out the gifsets if you haven't already. She is amazing and so talented. 4L1F finally got an update! Yay! I will try and stick to a monthly update with that from now on and I have been asked to write a continuation multi chapter fic of the most recent prompt in my Bechloe one shots collection. That will be happening as soon as I am caught up with this fic, so watch out for that.

As Chloe sat at the table with her family for the first time in about a month, it was awfully quiet, even the voices in Chloe's head were silent for once. She glanced up at her younger sister, who had brought her boyfriend home with her. "How is Dr. Mitchell?" Her mother asked as Ally's head snapped up to almost glare at her mother.

"Dr. Mitchell?" Luke, Ally's boyfriend questioned.

"I told you about that in the car." Ally muttered to him as Chloe rolled her eyes and looked at Luke.

"My parents just think I should keep seeing a specialist." She knew Ally didn't like talking about Chloe's illness with her and the family. It was almost as if Ally resented Chloe, just for being sick, it made no sense to the older sister at all as to why her sister hated her so much. It wasn't her fault that she had Schizophrenia. It wasn't her fault she had psychotic episodes...Okay, well it kind of was her fault because she went off her meds, but regardless, Ally was still her sister. So, why was she being so cold and hurtful towards Chloe?

"So?" Her mother asked, breaking her out of her own thoughts.

Chloe shrugged before answering and crossed her arms. "She seemed nervous." Chloe commented as nonchalantly as possible.

Her father looked at her with concern. "Nervous? Do you want us to find you a new psychiatrist?" He asked.

Before Chloe could answer, her mother stepped in. "We heard she's good but she's still young and..."

Chloe cut her off quickly. "No, it's fine. I like Beca." It wasn't a lie, Chloe really did like the small brunette. She liked that Beca could get her to open up, even if it was only basic information about herself. It was still more than she had told any other therapist she'd had. She was growing attached to Beca and she knew she shouldn't, but she was just so adorably awkward around Chloe. She was a nervous, stuttering mess and Chloe liked that.

"You call her Beca?" Ally asked, suspiciously. Chloe knew she was looking to start trouble, so Chloe would just answer the questions as briefly as possible and keep the conversation about Beca as short as possible.

"Yeah, she asked me to." Chloe shrugged.

"I just hope you don't like her that way. I mean, it's so weird to fuck your own psychiatrist."

"Allison." Their mother warned as Luke looked at Chloe curiously.

"You like girls?" Chloe was used to this question. She'd been asked by nearly everyone at one point or another and she started to get sick of it, but she thanked God that Luke stepped in so she could ignore Ally's remark.

"Kinda playing for both teams." She answered simply as her sister rolled her eyes. Chloe chose to ignore the gesture and continue with their dinner. If Chloe was being honest though, she really did like Beca in that way, at least she thought she was starting to and she knew her sister was right, it was weird to like Beca on her personal level rather than a professional level, but she couldn't stop thinking about her. The way she talked with her hands, the cute face she made when she said something stupid, (if you asked Chloe, it wasn't stupid), she couldn't get the brunette out of her head. As she lay in bed that night she stupidly wondered if Beca was thinking about her too. Stupid, right? Of course Beca wasn't thinking about her. Why would Chloe ever think she would? She had to get over this...this...whatever it was with Beca. Beca was her therapist and nothing more...Her 22 year old, adorably beautiful, smart, funny therapist. Damn it Beale! Get your shit together! Chloe decided then and there that Beca was off limits. No more thinking about her, no more flirty banter in her sessions, no more Beca. She was Dr. Mitchell and that's all she could ever be to Chloe.