Beca woke to the buzzing of her phone next to her. She had woken in the early morning hours and reread the messages she had almost believed she had just dreamed. But they hadn't been part of a dream, Chloe had actually written that she was a good kisser - an aca-mazing kisser - which meant they actually had kissed. They had kissed. Her heart had thudded wildly in her chest and it had taken over an hour for her to fall asleep again.

Meanwhile, morning had turned into midday and her phone was still lying next to her. Her eyes opened reluctantly to its buzzing, it was a text, not a call. As the thought of it being from Chloe hit her she grabbed the phone hastily and opened the message - it was indeed from Chloe:

If I remember last night correctly, you're an aca-mazing kisser.

Beca had to laugh, not just about the message but because a bubble of happy feelings spread through her at the knowledge that Chloe remembered last night, and was alright with what had happened. Beca turned on her back, ignoring her roommate who was sitting at her desk reading in some textbook or other.

If I remember correctly, you're pretty aca-awesome yourself. But I would need a refresher to be absolutely sure about it.

Her eyes didn't stray from her phone as she waited for the answer to her text, a happy grin never leaving her lips.

Sounds tempting. You free tonight?

Beca wanted to give a positive answer but then remembered that Amy had invited her over for some Bella-business this evening. She didn't know what was going on, she had been a little too drunk to even think about Amy - her co-captain - calling for an official Bellas meeting.

I'm at Amy's tonight. Something to do with the Bellas.

Her grin vanished, she contemplated if she could just ask Amy to postpone the meeting or if they could meet earlier so she could drive over to Chloe's afterwards. She so wanted to see the redhead. It was a physical need, it was also an emotional one. Her heart sank as she thought about all the hours she would have to spent apart from Chloe in the future and it actually made her physically sad.

Well, I guess I'll see you there then, came Chloe's response and Beca looked at the message in surprise.

"What?" She exclaimed loudly and got an unnerved sigh from her roommate who obviously took offense at Beca talking to herself. The DJ glared at the back of Jolene's head. Did she really have to comment in that way to everything Beca did? Couldn't she just ignore her like Beca ignored her?

The brunette turned back to her phone and her feelings.

You're going to be at Amy's?, she typed eagerly.

Yeah, sure. She invited me over - I'm not sure she remembered that I'm no Bella anymore, she was pretty drunk last night. Beca nodded, they had all been pretty drunk last night. There was another buzz from her phone before she could answer:

I thought maybe we could talk afterwards - or before... I think we really should. And then, of course, there's that kissing business to be taken care of. ;)

Beca grinned again. Yeah, that kissing business was very important to her also. Only... she had to be at the station at 11 pm for her shift. Damn! Beca had to chuckle at herself. There had been a time - yesterday - when she had been eager to get any shift at the small campus radio station, and suddenly it was a drag. It seemed she had found something better to occupy her every waking hour. It was so ridiculous, they had kissed a couple of times, they weren't even a couple or anything. They were... well, as for now they were friends who had kissed. But she couldn't think of anything else just now because she could still feel Chloe's lips on hers, could feel her breath on her face, her hands carressing her cheek, her body pressed against hers. It all felt warm and fuzzy and romantic and ugh. She wasn't this sentimental. But she didn't know how not to feel all these things. They overwhelmed her and she was powerless. She HAD to see Chloe again - soon. And she HAD to kiss her again - so much!

Beca gave a frustrated groan and before Jolene could respond with another of her I-have-the-most-idiotic-roommate-in-the-whole-world-sighs, Beca got out of bed, grabbed her shower kit and a towel and left the room.

Beca felt the need to clear her head. So, after a rather long hot shower and a couple more messages she exchanged with Chloe (they had agreed that they would meet at Amy's and Chloe would later drive Beca over to the station), she set out over the chill January campus. It all looked rather messy, even though fireworks had been forbidden on campus there were plenty of remnants of them to say that the rule had been for the most part ignored. Bottles lay around as well, most of them from alcoholic beverages, some not even empty.

Beca kicked at an empty fruit punch bottle that went skidding over the dirty concrete and onto the groomed lawn. Beca sighed but the smile on her face belied any attempt at theatricality. She was quite content this morning and no amount of dark thoughts could erase the smugness from her lips.

She had kissed Chloe.

Chloe had kissed her.

They had both enjoyed it.

And there would be more kissing and more enjoying in the future.

Beca giggled. It was all too much. She hadn't even been sure about... anything she had felt for Chloe before. Sure, there had been those tale-tell moments, when Chloe's smile had made her feel giddy, when Chloe's touch had nearly burned her, when her singing voice had made her heart soar. But those things had almost felt out of context, like: I like this girl, she is my friend, she makes me feel good - why am I feeling so much more when I'm with her than when I'm with my boyfriend? It had been a thought that had occured in her head even when she was with Jesse. The answer seemed clear now: she liked Chloe. She liked her THAT WAY. It wasn't exactly a shocker, though some people would stop and stare and scratch their heads at the mere idea in the future. Her dad, for example. But it wasn't a revelation to her, Beca has had crushes on girls as long as she could remember, she had just never acted on them before.

She had rarely acted on her boy-crushes either. Just Jesse. That was a desaster. It wasn't his fault, he was too much like her dad. A little controlling, a little too conventional, with too many ideas how life should be. But that wasn't life for Beca. Expect the unexpected - and duck it before it consumes you. But now something had consumed her - whole, completely, irreversible.

Beca stopped and looked around campus. It was all good, as far as she was concerned. They would figure it out.

Once again, her smile got wider while she thought of Chloe, her eyes, her smile, the wild mane of red hair that always smelled like honey when you expected peppers. Beca bit her lip to keep from grinning too much but it wouldn't do. Today was perfect.

She was so consumed by her thoughts that she only realized the guy in the red sweater when he was almost standing infront of her. She didn't know him, or at least he didn't look familiar to her.

"Hey, are you Beca?" He asked and grinned at her.

"Ah, yeah. Do I know you?"

"From the Bellas?" He asked again and she nodded. "You're hot," he said and blushed a little before he resumed his way.

"Uh," Beca turned and looked after the guy who turned once more and winked at her. She shook her head at him and he gave a laugh.

"Kids and alcohol," she mumbled.

She hadn't consciously thought about where she would be going but found that she was hungry. She made her way to an on-campus coffee shop where she usually bought her morning coffee - she still considered it morning coffee even if it was noon. She went inside, gave her usual order of coffee and an almond croissant and left minutes later sipping her brew.

"Hmmmm," she made as she made her way back to her dorm. It was already afternoon and she would have to get back soon if she didn't want to be late for Amy's... whatever her friend had planned for this evening. She had a couple of new mixes for the Bellas to listen to and she thought maybe tonight was as good a time as any. She would just bring them over. She also had to get her things for her night shift. She was mentally going through the things she needed to pack when somebody across the lawn waved at her. She looked behind her. No, there was nobody else there the tall guy could mean. Beca looked suspiciously at the young man who came over. It wasn't the one who had talked to her earlier but he didn't look any more familiar than that other guy.

"Hey," he said pleasantly.

"Hi," Beca offered.

"You're with that singing group, aren't you? The Belles?"

"Bellas," Beca corrected.

"Right," he said and grinned. He waggled his eyebrows at her. "If you're ever in the mood for a threesome, give me a call." He said.

"Three... what?" Beca stared at him.

"You know," he smiled confidently. "I'm Brad, by the way, like Pitt," he couldn't help adding and she looked at him bewildered.

"What?" She repeated but he only grinned and walked on, waving at her again. "What is wrong with people?" She wondered aloud. It wasn't like guys didn't sometimes try and flirt with her, they sometimes did. She never encouraged it, not even with Jesse who she had once thought was an okay-guy. But this was ridiculous. It was as if some guys on campus had just woken this morning - or more likely noon - with the New Year's resolution to hit on anything with tits. And she had to suffer the consequences. It was weird to say the least.

Beca shook her head and resumed her way back to her dorm, trying to ignore that one guy who whistled at her, and the two girls who gave her strange looks and then started whispering to each other. Had the world gone mad over night?