A/N Two in one day AND an update on 'Test Me?' - I really need to stop writing and go do something more constructive...

"C'mon Beca pleeeeeeease?"

Chloe dragged the brunette towards the tattoo parlor

"Chloe, you're drunk!"

"No I'm not," the redhead protested.

"Sure you are. You must be, to be dragging me into a tattoo parlor.

I'm the tattooed harlot, your skin is…" She cast her eyes down and smirked, her face slightly reddening. "Well, you're physically flawless. You don't need a tattoo."

"Well," the redhead returned with a grin, her smile widening at Beca's compliment, "be that as it may, I'm still getting a tattoo. Come on."

The redhead dragged Beca inside, the brunette following with a resigned eye-roll.

"No – you stay out here. I wanna surprise you," Chloe said with a trademark wink.

An hour later, a very bored Beca looked up to see a grinning redhead coming towards her, her left hand covering her right bicep.

"Thanks Tony, it's totes awesome," she called over her shoulder as she approached the brunette, a bashful look on her face. "Wanna see?" Beca nodded and Chloe, slowly removed her hand to see the letters CB 4 BM rather crudely inked onto her upper arm.

Beca raised her eyebrows in shock, hardly hiding her distain, "That's it. That's what you spent an hour under the needle for? What the hell was he doing in there? Telling you his life story? I'm sorry Chlo, but… But that's terrible."

Chloe's face dropped. "What? You don't like it?" She couldn't hide her approaching grin, "but it says I wuv you," she said in a sickly-sweet voice, flashing puppy eyes at the incredulous brunette.

"Dude, No." Beca shook her head, aghast.

"Hmm," Chloe pouted, setting her hands on her hips and glaring at the brunette.

"Just as well it's not real then, " she said, licking the ball of her thumb and smudging it off.

"This is my real tattoo." The redhead pulled her jeans and underwear down slightly at the hip to reveal a small heart intertwined with a treble clef and lock design, just at the edge of her pantie line. Beca's eyebrows raised, her eyes goggling open.

"The musical heart represents all that I love." She leaned in to breathe huskily into Beca's ear, "The lock represents the hold you have on my heart."

Beca's skin tingled as she looked back into Chloe's eyes. "Hot as fuck. C'mon Beale, we're going home."

A/N yeah, so I like, alright, LOVE tattoos...