Disclaimer: This chapter is written by 'isawthebechloesign' on Tumblr.

"What do you mean, she's it?" Aubrey questioned, sliding to the edge of the couch. Chloe hugged her legs, cheeks aching from her seemingly non-stop smiling.

"Like, the one." Chloe pressed.

"You really think so?" Aubrey sighed out, confused by the redhead's sudden state of love sickness.

"Yeah, Aubrey." Chloe took offense to the blonde's actions. She knew Aubrey wasn't one for Chloe finding some one knew. Aubrey herself was still trying to get over the loss of her husband's best friend. She took Chloe's infatuation with the new stranger as disrespect to Chloe's late husband.

"I know you think I'm disrespecting Shawn." Chloe said quietly, reading Aubrey's thoughts like a book. Aubrey opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off. "Just because I'm looking into establishing a new relationship, with a girl none the less," Chloe blushed at the thought. "Doesn't mean that I'm not sad about his passing still." Chloe stood up to walk into the kitchen. She opened the cabinet to pour herself a glass of wine.

"Okay..." Aubrey submitted, rising to join her best friend. "But if this girl hurts you, I have full entitlement to kick her ass." She jabbed a threatening finger into Chloe's collar bone. Chloe laughed, rubbing the area with a pained expression.

"She's not gonna hurt me, Bree." Chloe reassured, handing her a glass of the dark liquid. "She's perfect." Aubrey rolled her eyes at the sentiment, earning herself a punch in the shoulder.

"Ow!" She shrieked, returning the punch. The two came down from their violent laughter and collapsed on the couch.

"Since when did you decide to go all lezzy on me?" Aubrey perplexed, sipping the alcohol graciously.

"Excuse you?" Chloe said, amused by Aubrey's bold question.

"You know, you're all into chicks now." Aubrey wiggled a brow suggestively.

"One chick." Chloe glowed.

"Gross."

Beca rubbed her thumbs against the screen of her phone. She fought texting Chloe all night. She hadn't slept for hours. Every time she built up enough gusto to start a text, her voice of reason butted in with a series of ridiculous questions. She groaned, flopping over on her left side.

"She's probably asleep right now." She growled, pushing her palms against her eyes. She buried her face in her comforter, squeezing her eyes shut. Her mind wouldn't slow down long enough to find sleep. All she could think of was the tiny nuances of Chloe that made her heart ache. Her huge blue eyes. The way she tossed her hair over her shoulder. The way her fingers felt in between hers. Beca exhaled deeply, unaware of the smile that plastered her face. She couldn't wait for the next day. Chloe was supposed to come to the station.

Chloe lay awake in bed, fingers laced and resting on her stomach. Her eyes darted over her phone sitting idly on the bed side table. She toyed with the thought of texting Beca. She shook the thoughts away with a chuckle,

"She's probably asleep right now." She rolled to her right side, staring at her phone. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, taking the device with timid fingers. She unlocked her phone, thumbs ghosting the keyboard. Her phone buzzed in her hands, making her jump. She squealed when she saw who it was from.

'Couldn't sleep.' She smiles at the sub text. She texted her. Beca thought of her, late at night, just as she was thinking of her. Her heart swelled at the assumptions.

'Was just thinking about you.' Chloe typed back happily. She held her phone against her chest, blissfully waiting for the woman's reply.

'You stole my line.'

'You took over my brain, so it's fair.'

'I suppose so. Excited to see you tomorrow.'

'Me too.' The conversation floated on innocently. Chloe became increasingly sad at the pace Beca was texting back. Her phone buzzed her in hands. Beca's name flashed on the screen. Chloe accepted the call with a smile.

"Hey you, couldn't get enough of me?" Chloe teased, squeezing a fistful of sheets with her free hand.

"Can't help myself." Beca said huskily. She was beyond exhausted, but there was nothing she wanted more than to talk to this woman right now.

"Good."

Beca smiled at this. The pair sat in comfortable silence, perfectly content with listening to each other's breathing.

"I like you a lot." Beca said quietly. The sleepiness in Beca's voice made it low and husky, reducing Chloe to a girl puddle.

"I like you too."

"It'd be cool if you were here, you know. So I wouldn't have to just pretend."

Chloe could hear Beca smiling.

"Maybe someday I will be." Chloe murmured flirtatiously.

"Hopefully."

"Yeah." Chloe sighed, nuzzling her face into her pillow.

Beca propped her feet up on the desk, drowning her thoughts in the beat exuding from her headphones. She glanced at the clock. Nine in the morning. Chloe said she was coming by around twelve with a surprise, and Beca couldn't wait to see her again. She wrapped her headphone chord around her index finger, selecting a few more tracks to play. She stood, meandering about the inside of the booth. She thumbed through the dusty records and CD's, attempting to sooth her impatience.

Time dragged on. Beca replayed the same day dream over and over in her head, pacifying her busy mind. She ran through all the possible scenarios of what could happen later that day, smiling to herself as she did so. Beca's favorite track blasted through the speakers in the booth. She nodded approval to herself, dancing around the office.

Chloe walked in moments before and was currently admiring the smaller woman as she danced. She smacked her hand against her mouth to stop from laughing. The sound made Beca's attention snap towards the door. Beca blushed furiously, pushing her hair back in pitiful attempt to look casual.

"Hey there, tiny dancer." Chloe teased, setting down a large, brown bag on the desk.

"Hey yourself." Beca grabbed at the back, peering inside at its contents. She made a sound of approval at the sight of the greasy, fast food. Chloe sat down in Beca's office chair, gazing at the small DJ. Beca saw this out of the corner of her eye, a harsh blush rising to her cheeks once more. She was never nervous around girls. Ever. But Chloe made everything different. Chloe made everything feel new.

Beca turned to face Chloe, pressing her back against the edge of the desk. The two beamed at each other for a while. Beca found that she learned the most about Chloe when they weren't talking. Chloe turned the chair around in a circle, closing her eyes and listening to the music echo through the booth. She patted her knees playfully, curling her finger at Beca. Beca sat down on Chloe's lap, crossing her legs.

"This is nice." Beca said quietly, rubbing her palm against her own knee.

"Yeah, but you know what would be nicer?" Chloe grinned.

"What?" Beca widened her eyes playfully, bumping her nose against Chloe's teasingly.

"Dance with me." Chloe bored into Beca's blue eyes. The pair rose, melting into each other. They swayed to the melancholy ballad that was playing, completely absorbed in each other.

"Taylor's at school," Beca pieced together, "Where is Kyle?" She asked worriedly, hugging Chloe's shoulder.

"He's at the park with Aubrey and Bradley." She pressed her lips to the crown of Beca's head.

"You know you don't always have to lay him on her. You could always bring him with you. You know I don't mind." Beca offered, pulling back to look at Chloe's face.

"I know, I just wanted to be alone with you today." Chloe whispered. Her tone was huskier than she intended, but she was quietly glad it was.

"Oh." Beca said quietly, noticing the woman's proximity. Chloe drew closer, settling her hands on the shorter woman's hips. The two dared each other to make the first move, tempting each other with gentle touches.

"Are you gonna kiss me or not?" Beca giggled.