A/N: Hey, guys. So at the final scene in the chapter, I was listening to "Light in the Hallway" by Pentatonix if you wanted to listen to something while you read. I also write while listening to "Water" by Pentatonix as well. It kind of fits this fic for me. Anyways, enjoy Chapter 4!
Chloe was sitting on the couch while Beca pulled out her laptop. She yawned, covering her mouth to try to hide it, but the younger girl still heard, "You need to go to sleep, Chlo. You've got jet lag."
"No," Chloe protested, "I haven't seen you in five years. I wanna talk to my DJ."
Beca knew the ginger was drunk. She sighed, "Chloe, you're drunk."
"So what if I am? There's nothing wrong with being drunk. It makes things fuuuun," she giggled.
"We're going to listen to this song and then you're going to bed," Beca said, pulling Titanium up on YouTube.
"We're gonna sing it, not just listen," the redhead corrected her.
Beca rolled her eyes and hit play, beginning to sing. As they both sang together, memories of their shower incident filled Beca's brain. She remembered how the older girl barged her way into her shower and forced her to sing. Beca was staring straight into those same blue eyes as intently as she had all those years ago. She felt like she was reliving the scene, silently wishing that she really was.
As their song came to an end, Chloe walked to the shorter girl, enveloping her in a hug. She put her head on Beca's shoulder, not moving for a good while before Beca cleared her throat, "Alright, time to get you to bed." The brunette started heading to the spare bedroom for Chloe to sleep in. As they passed her own bedroom, Chloe glanced over seeing all of Beca's things in the room since the door was open. When the redhead let out a sigh, Beca turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Chloe said with a smile. Beca knew she was lying, but chose to ignore it. If Chloe wanted to talk about it, she would tell her when she was ready. Beca showed her to the room, telling her she could use anything she wanted in there if she wanted, "Okay," Chloe smiled, "Thanks, Becs."
Beca gave her the warmest smile she could, "No problem, Chlo." She walked out and towards the bathroom. The brunette was going to take a well-needed shower to wash off the day. To say it was an eventful one was an understatement. She was happy with the surprise of the day, glad to be reunited with the ginger now undoubtedly sleeping in the guest bedroom. As she was washing her hair, she began singing Talking Body, one of the songs she used in the mix from earlier. She was too focused on the words to hear the door open.
"You can sing!" Chloe exclaimed.
Beca jumped, nearly slipping in the shower, "Jesus, Chloe! Are you trying to kill me? Dude, get out!" She turned away from the redhead even though she couldn't see Beca clearly through the fogged glass.
"I'm not trying to kill you," Chloe burst out laughing, "I just have to pee."
"You couldn't have waited?" Beca asked, not moving.
"You sound a lot like the first time this happened," Chloe said, still laughing, "It was funny."
"Just go pee and get out," Beca said, a blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks.
"I don't have to...I just wanted to hear you sing," Chloe smiled.
Beca turned to look at the girl, opening the shower door enough to stick only her head out without being seen, "Please just go. I'll sing with you again once I get out."
The ginger shook her head and crossed her arms, staring into Beca's eyes, "I'm not leaving until you sing."
Beca rolled her eyes. Well, she was getting one of her wishes. Guess the old saying "be careful what you wish for" was actually true. The brunette sighed and started singing. When Chloe started to harmonize with her, she smiled. As they reached the second chorus, Chloe took a step towards Beca, acting as seductively as she could, it seemed. When the redhead's face was inches away from her own, Beca could feel her pulse quickening.
As their song ended, Beca's eyes flickered to Chloe's lips then quickly back up to her eyes, "Uh, okay. I sang, now go." She pulled her head back into the shower and closed the door, blushing furiously.
"I'll probably take one after you," Chloe winked, "In case you wanted to turn the tables."
"Yeah, no thanks," the younger girl said awkwardly.
When Chloe walked out, she quickly finished her shower so Chloe could have some warm water. She wrapped herself in a towel and walked across the hallway into her room. Before closing the door, she called down the hallway, "I'm out of the shower, Chloe, you can take yours now."
She waited until she heard the water of the shower start running to start getting dressed. She didn't want an awkward scene of Chloe walking in on her with nothing on. Once she was dressed into an oversized t-shirt and boy shorts underwear, she dried her hair until it was barely damp as she stifled a yawn. Beca knew she wouldn't last much longer so she crawled into bed, eventually drifting to sleep.
Not long after falling asleep, her door opened, however, causing her to stir. She felt a pair of warm arms snaking their way around her, one under her neck and the other over her shoulders, stroking her head, "Hmmm..." she smiled sleepily, leaning her head on the gingers chest. She felt her friends fingers softly rubbing her back. Beca listened to the strong heartbeats for a few moments before her eyes shot open. She pushed herself back, nearly knocking the taller girl out of the bed, "What the hell are you doing?"
"I don't want to sleep by myself, Becs. I never do, you should know that," Chloe propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at the brunette, "Besides, you were enjoying that. I know you were. Don't try to deny it. When was the last time you relaxed into someone's arms as you fell asleep? When's the last time you let someone rub your back and release all that tension that is inevitably built inside of Beca Mitchell?" she seemed to be less drunk than before.
"I...you...there's a spare bedroom for a reason, Chloe," Beca tried to face away from the redhead and felt a hand stopping her.
"Beca..." Chloe looked into her navy eyes, "I don't want to sleep alone...and I know you don't want to. I can see it in your eyes. You've slept alone for so long. Please just let me stay."
Beca closed her eyes, trying to stop tears from the emotions welling up, "Fine," she sighed, not wanting to admit that Chloe was right. With her response, the ginger pulled herself back towards Beca, returning them to the position they were once in.
"Are you up for some talking?" Chloe whispered.
"About what?" Beca asked, matching her volume as she closed her eyes and smiled into Chloe's warmth.
"Just catching up," Chloe replied, "Like have you dated anyone after Jesse?"
Beca inhaled deeply, taking in Chloe's scent, "No, I haven't."
"Truth is, Tom and I broke up a long time ago. I just kept travelling. I've been trying to find you for a couple years," Chloe confessed.
"Why didn't you just call me?" the younger girl asked, looking up at her friend.
Chloe looked down at Beca, "I was set on it being a surprise...and I felt bad for leaving. I didn't know if you were mad at me for leaving or not."
Beca got one of her arms underneath the redhead and the other over her, cuddling her, "I could never be mad at you, weirdo," she said sleepily.
"I'm glad," she smiled with a content sigh. Beca tried to hold back another yawn but failed, "Okay, let's go back to sleep. We can talk more tomorrow." With that, Beca drifted off into sleep once more, happy to feel the warmth of another person while she did once again.