Be My Escape

Beca didn't get one second to wonder what the hell she got herself into that night, with fingers buried inside her or a sweet center against her lips, she could barely move as she panted next to Chloe after a accidental round-million, when Chloe just couldn't help but buck up and grind the younger girl against her, drawing a very satisfied reaction from the brunette.

She was almost embarrassed that it didn't take more than just a kiss and a question to cajole her into the bedroom, but then again the very attractive red head had been naked and it had been so easy to just melt into it all.

Chloe, next to her, was lying with a satisfied smile, a slightly drunk expression settling over her usually bright features. "That was amazing." She whispered, after a few more moments of recovery, reaching her arm out to softly wrap around Beca, finding regardless of her usual altruism, that she wanted to keep Beca here; close with her, even if the other girl would miss a few classes, but she was sure the smaller brunette wouldn't attend anyhow.

"Which part?" Beca asked with a slight laugh, finding herself relaxing into the hold, without thought to her usual inclination to run from any sign of tenderness that was sure to open her up.

"All of it." Chloe whispered, kissing the smaller girl's cheek, drawing a rosy blush from the ivory skin, the innocence of the small kiss making Beca chuckle inside.

The anomalous dance for both, from the night before, was unexplained by each girl, each not knowing what was to become of it, or what they wanted to become of it, but in the moment of being intertwined, innocently, in a probable occurrence since neither had full use of their legs at the moment, they felt content. And Beca felt content enough to let out a secret.

"I heard you." She blurted.

"Baby I think everyone heard me."

Ignoring how the term of endearment, much softer and warmer than it had sounded from any boy's lips effected her, Beca shook her head, turning onto her side to look at the girl she'd spent the night with, blue eyes like a unblemished sky, shining with a million stars. "I mean I heard you when you called out my name, a few days ago."

Chloe blinked. "Were you in my room?"

"No, you called me. Your phone called me."

A very light flush fell upon lightly tanned skin, before a flowery giggle fell from the girl's lips. "Oh I was wondering where that call came from." Her lips pressed lightly against the girl's, in a fleeting wisp of a kiss compared to their passionate ones from mere hours earlier.

"Well I didn't think you knew," Beca averted her eyes for a moment. "And it drove me kinda insane."

Chloe grinned lightly, her fingertips tickling across the brunette's ribs. "You're precious when you're flustered." She gushed, pressing another kiss to Beca's cheek.

Beca rolled her eyes. "I'm not flustered," Her toes pressed against Chloe's calves, their differing height suiting her better than she expected.

"Mmhm." Chloe said, reaching up to brush soft strands of chocolate brown away, letting her fingertips trail across an ivory cheek, letting her eyes meet contrasting blue as silence fell across them comfortably.

She felt different with Beca, she wasn't responsible for everything, she could be lighter and silly, and didn't have the world on her shoulders, she felt like she did at home, and her heart warmed at the feeling, making a smile fall on her lips.

Beca, however, felt the opposite. She never liked being home, she felt trapped and enclosed, and experienced piercing yells penetrating the walls and echoing in her ears. Maybe that was why she liked music so much. It drowned things out. And Chloe was like a symphony all on her own, with little beats and crescendos, making Beca's heart slam light a speaker, and letting her forget everything. And that was her version of comfort.

She didn't ask what it was, as Chloe stroked her cheek tenderly, her eyelids fluttering, because she didn't want it to stop. She didn't need a definition, she just knew it felt nice, and Chloe was soft and warm, and smelled like bubble gum, and that was enough for her.

They went along in that propensity of doing things, without discussion, meeting up after rehearsals, finding their way to their individual dorms, or to a nearby coffee place, just talking, and learning, and finding new things, never actually defining anything, not even when they just fell asleep holding each other, waking up intertwined and safe.

Chloe had always liked knowing things, she'd liked the Bella's because of their organization, she'd liked Aubrey because of her controlling attitude, mostly because she knew things would get done, and she'd liked Barden because she knew it would help her succeed. And Beca was the exception to the role, the uncontrollable force, sure to cause a cataclysmic reaction within the Bella's, and in Barden, and in Chloe. But now her head had begun working. And she wanted to put things into categories.

They were at a coffee shop, the blackness of Beca's coffee dimmed with the wafting of strawberry vanilla latte's scent from Chloe's lips and cup, the older girl's hand intertwined with Beca's as surprisingly, the brunette dominated the conversation, pouring out her heart about a new software she was guilting her father into getting her, her coffee mostly untouched, and Chloe wanted to listen, she did, but the words broke through her lips faster than she could stop them. "Beca?" She'd said.

The other girl had quieted, her free hand going to her coffee and taking a sip as she answered. "Yeah Chlo?"

"What is this?"

Well shit. Neither was ready for the question, neither had the answer. Beca's eyes widened lightly, the innocence of her passion dropping as she set down her coffee, before she answered simply. "It's us."

"But what's us?"

"What do you want us to be?"

"I want you."

That stopped Beca for a moment, the squirming inside her telling her to leave before commitment was cemented, but blue eyes concreted her to the spot, her feet stuck 6 inches in the dirt as a beautiful red head took Beca under her spell.

"Chlo.." She trailed off wordlessly, her eyes flickering as a silent conversation flashed between them, that Beca didn't do these things, that she didn't like labels because labels made her run, that she'd gotten hurt enough.

"Hear me out." Chloe asked, with a little bite of pleading, taking Beca's hand in both of hers and bringing it to her lips. "I like you. You like me. We like each other. A lot."

Beca broke a small smile at the girl's speech.

"And we're more than compatible, in and out of the bedroom. And I want you to go on a date with me. Just a date, outside the coffee shop, as my almost girlfriend, and if it goes good, and you feel okay, then I want you to be my girlfriend, because you're aca-awesome, and I really, really love being with you. And I promise I won't hurt you, and I know you've been hurt, and I know stuff is difficult sometimes but I promise that no matter what we bicker about I'll always make sure to come back to you and make sure you know that I'm stuck on you and I'm not going anywhere."

Beca hesitated, her heart feeling like it was trying to bruise her chest, telling her no, her legs antsy, and she licked her lips, but as Chloe's words were like her touch, they soothed Beca and she signed, feeling like a school boy who would jump if the pretty girl said too. "Okay." She said, almost jumping at the little squeal Chloe emitted. She laughed dryly. "I'll pick you up at eigh-" Her response was cut short as the red head almost knocked down the table, hugging the short girl with everything she possibly had.

AN: Well that went a little longer than usual :P ha, I was staying up to talk to my girl and I thought I'd pump out a chapter and it worked out better than I expected! Anyway I'm really glad you guys are liking this story and I'm gonna try and make it good!