After a week at the Beale House, Beca decided that Penelope and Theodore where, by far, the best parents she'd ever met. They were understanding, kind, funny and very easy going about any subject under the sun. The only thing that really got under Theodore Beale's skin was Chloe failing Russian Literature, where as Penelope didn't care what her daughter did, along as she was happy and didn't get arrested.
When it came to Beca, the parents where always open to talk to, sharing tales of a young Chloe, photo albums of the red head as a baby, and even high school photos. They were Beca's favourite, seeing Chloe with an awkward smile on her face, seeming shy and nothing like the confident Bella Beca had met. She had to wonder, how much Of Aubrey and herself had finally brought Chloe out as a confident, strong woman?
Beca had returned to her father's house feeling happy and far more confident on a surfboard then she had done, ever. The last few weeks at the house she'd started to call it home and began decorating her room, she figured she might as well, she was a sophomore now at Barden, so she might as well do the senior year as well. She hung posters and her favourite vinyl's on the wall, set up a mini mixing and even persuaded Sheila to let her have her own phone line.
Beca also discovered she quite liked having a younger sibling. Matt was a good listener and willing to learn about Ninja Turtles without hesitation. They spent an entire day sat watching the original 80's movies, followed by most of the cartoons before Beca's dad and Sheila decided that they need to eat something more then pop-tarts and cheese puffs. It turned out that Matt had quite a dab hand at acoustic guitar as well, which he took great pleasure in teaching his new big sister how to play.
Two weeks before the start of term Chloe rang Beca with an over excited tone, practically squealing down the phone,
"The Dean said we could have it!"
"Hey Chlo...Erm...have what exactly?" Beca frowned, cradling the phone between her face and shoulder as she strummed at Matt's guitar. Chloe could be really undescriptive sometimes,
"The house! The Dean said we could have the Bella house again! He was so impressed and proud that we won ICCA's that we could return to the old Bella Sorority house!" Beca could visualise her girlfriend, bouncing on her bed gleefully, her beautiful smile plastered over her face,
"we aren't a sorority though," Beca mumbled, rearranging her fingers to hit another cord,
"Yeah, I know, but that's not the point. We're going to have our own place,"
"The Bellas, Beale, the Bella's are going to have their own place,"
"that's what I meant babe! Aren't you excited?!"
"of course I am Chlo, just, unexpected excited?" Beca gave up trying to strum and set the instrument aside, taking the phone in her hand and flopping back against her bed, "when is this all happening then?" Chloe began to rattle off dates and plans, while Beca waited patiently for a time to chime in. It was difficult to say the least, once Chloe Beale was excited it was hard to keep up with her flow of words. She spoke quicker and quicker as she went on, until she came to a stop, taking a deep breath,
"I miss you Becs," Chloe said either a soft sigh,
"I miss you too Beale," Beca said with a soft smile on her lips, she'd started to doze a little on the phone, Chloe's voice, though erratic and excited, was quite soothing after awhile.
"So I'm good to come down next week?" Beca blinked, and tried her damned hardest to remember agreeing to Chloe staying at her dad's house, "Becs?"
"Yeah yeah, of course!" the brunette sat up as she replied, realising she'd been silent for too long and had to reply. Chloe squealed and said she'd see Beca bright and early next week and promised to call the next day. As soon as her girlfriend had hung Beca flopped back onto her bed.
Sure she was excited to see the bouncing red head, but she and her father hadn't really spoken about the fact that Chloe Beale was her girlfriend since before ICCA's. She'd simply told him and Sheila she was going to Tampa for a week and left, they'd been alright about that. But Beca had no idea how they'd react to Chloe staying at their house for a few days.
Chloe Beale was happily lying on Beca's bed, on Beca, as the two avoiding the world. They had one week left before term started again and Beca had gone back to her father's house, mainly to sort out her new dorm situation and do some actual homework. Chloe had arrived earlier that day, carrying a duffle bag with a wide grin on her face. Her KIA was filled with boxes for her next hear at Barden. Beca still wasn't sure we're there girlfriend would be staying that year, since Aubrey had graduated and moved back to her own parents.
Chloe's hand lazily trailed up her side, lifting her 'Fender' t-shirt to expose her stomach. Beca hummed in reply, stretched out her bed, eyes closed. Just enjoying the feel of it all.
She squeaked when Chloe nuzzled her navel and placed a kiss above her belly button,
"Chlo!" she exclaimed, shoving her t-shirt down to meet her jeans, shuffling up the bed. As much as she enjoyed the red head having her way with her, Beca had yet to tell her dad and stepmother that her girlfriend needed to crash at their house for a few days,
"Did I find another tickle spot?" Chloe teased with her mischievous grin, her fingers tracing the hem of Beca's shirt. The brunette narrowed her eye brows, slapping away the hands. Chloe had taken it upon herself to find every stop on the younger girls body that would make her twitch and squirm when she wasn't butt naked. So far she'd found a lot that Beca didn't even know about,
"No," she lied, "my dad might be back soon," navy eyes shot a wary glance towards her open bedroom door. Her father, Sheila and Matt had gone out for the day, to equip her step-brother with new school equipment, she had been invited, but knowing that Chloe would be arriving, she gave it a pass,
"So? He knows I'm here right?" Chloe questioned, sitting up and crossing her legs, eyeing Beca cautiously, "Right Becs?" Beca smiled sheepishly as she shuffled to the top of her bed,
"It might have slipped my mind..." she muttered, avoiding Chloe's eyes. The red head let out an exasperated sigh and crawled towards Beca,
"That's bad Becs, very, very bad," Beca swallowed hard as she net the red heads brilliant blue eyes, noting how the woman's voice dropped a few octaves. A few octaves into dangerous territory,
"Chlo..." Beca started, but the red heads mouth was already on her own. The kiss was feverish and hot, Chloe's lips leaving searing white hot flame against Beca's skin as she travelled down Beca's jawline and neck, her hands and fingers slipped against her t-shirt till it was off and being throw across the room. Beca barely had a moment to realise before Chloe's hot tounge was sliding between her breasts and circling around her navel, "Oh fuck..." she muttered, her body beginning to tremble from the slight touch.
Chloe couldn't help but smirk as she traced the lines of Beca's stomach, enjoying how the younger girl had developed a nice set of abs, thanks mostly to Chloe and her vigorous cardio sessions. She felt Beca writhe beneath her as she began to undo the buttons of her girlfriends jeans, dipping her tongue against the contours of her hips. Beca groaned low then, her hands threading into Chloe's flaming hair, tugging slightly. Chloe closed her eyes, revealing in the feel of the digits against her scalp. She dropped a small kiss at Beca's belly button as they heard the front door slam shut,
"Oh snap," Chloe grumbled, shifting off the brunette quickly, grabbing her t-shirt and tossing at her,
"Beca? Beca we're home," Chloe righted herself at the end of Beca's bed as Dr Mitchell called out, his feet moving up the stairs. Behind her Beca was struggling to redress herself and calm couldn't help but glare at her girlfriend, who was smiling far too sweetly at her, "Beca? Oh hey Chloe," Phillip Mitchell's head appeared around Beca's bedroom door, he smiled softly and entered the room, "Didn't know you where gonna be here today!" Dr Mitchell had surprise in his tone and Beca felt her awkward blush arise,
"Yeah sorry, dad. I meant to say, I mean ask, if, Erm, Chloe could crash here for a few days?" Beca mumbled, running her fingers through her hair as she looked anywhere but her father, "Like, just until we can get into the Bella house," she finished, carefully raising her eyes to meet her father's gaze,
"What's going on Phil? Oh Hello Chloe!" Sheila appeared then and Beca's heart plummeted, there was no way her stepmonster was going to say yes. She smiled hopefully and her father sighed, looking to his wife,
"Turns out Beca here forgot to Mention Chloe would be staying with us for a few days,"
"Ah. Well, I best go set up the guest room then," Sheila gave Beca a look that could only be described as 'The Mom Look' that every kid dreads to receive.
"Can't she just, you know, stay here?" Beca mumbled the words and cursed herself for not showing a confident front,
"No, no, thank you Mrs Mitchell, I'll come help you set up the spare room," Chloe's tone was ridiculously cheery as she jumped to her feet and joined Sheila at the door. The red head shot Beca one last look, a mix of menace and joy in her cerulean eyes.
"Beca.." he father started and the brunette huffed,
"What?" she shot back, in her most grumpy teenage voice possible,
"You do know why Chloe isn't staying in your room don't you?" Beca didn't say any thing. Of course she knee, she was finally experiencing the true teenage years that she'd missed growing up. Just because she had a girlfriend made no difference to that.
