Chloe sprawled across Becca's lab, reading her psych textbook while the younger girl messed with Chloe's phone. Becca flicked through the most played, grinning at Taylor Swift and Beyoncé. All of sudden she sat up. Chloe yelped in surprise as she toppled off the couch. The redhead was all set to give her girlfriend a piece of her mind, but before she could start in, she found herself staring at her top five most played songs.

Chloe glanced at the familiar names, trying to figure out what why Becca had found them reason to push her onto the floor. She looked up into Becca's death glare, raising her eyebrows in question.

"What?"

"Second from the top." Chloe looked, even though she was pretty sure she already knew what she would find.

"It's 'No Diggity'. I know. What's the big deal?"

"It says you bought it 3 years ago."

"Yea. Basically the day it came out. So I love the song. So what? You can't give me shit for this, you sang it at the riff-off." Suddenly her brain clicked and Chloe decided this was a good time to break out her sweetest smile.

"Exactly. I sang it at the riff-off. And don't smile at me like that; it's not going to work. I used this in the riff-off and you let me sing the entire first verse by myself, when I know for a fact you know the words." Chloe tried to look ashamed but Becca just looked too damn cute when she was pouting.

"Aww, don't be mad. First of all I was so shocked that you were singing it that it took me a while to catch up."

"The entire first verse." Becca repeated.

"You sounded so good and I just wanted to listen. You went all gangsta and there was no way I could have sounded half as good." Chloe smiled her best, innocent, bubbly smile.

"Flattery will get you nowhere." But Becca was totally cracking. "I probably looked like a total idiot."

"You did not look like an idiot." And Chloe meant it. "Actually," she grinned her irresistible, fallen-angel grin, "it was kinda hot."

Becca looked at her suspiciously. "Now you're just lying desperately."

"Uh-uh." Chloe said. "It was really, really hot." She moved forward and sat in Becca's lap. She touched her forehead to Becca's.

"For the record, it's only been on my most played list since the riff-off."

Becca grinned. "Really?"

"Really. Now if you're not mad at me anymore, I'm done with Psych, so maybe we could do something more…productive, than arguing." She shifted so she was straddling Becca's hips.

Becca met her in a kiss.

"You're lucky you're cute. If anyone else had done that they would be so dead right now."

"Thank you for not killing me." She rocked against Becca's hips and Becca put her arms around Chloe's back and brought her closer.

"Shorty, get down" she sang softly and the redhead giggled against her lips.

"Like I said. Totally hot."

Becca wasn't much for drinking. But after a few minutes of watching Chloe on the dance floor she decided she needed one. Maybe four.

It wasn't long before the redhead fought her way to the bar and grabbed her girlfriend by the hand.

"You're dancing with me." Apparently 'no' was not an option. Becca followed Chloe's swaying hips into the crush. Pretty soon she found out Chloe's idea of dancing was a little… different. But if her girlfriend decided to back her ass straight into Becca's crotch, Becca was definitely not complaining. They moved slowly against each other. Chloe pushed a little harder against her and Becca brought her hands to wrap around Chloe's hips. She had never before truly appreciated how tight Chloe's jeans were. There were about fifty people in the small space around them, but all Becca could see and feel was Chloe. They pressed tighter against each other, and Becca tensed at the new proximity. She decided that was enough dancing.

This time it was Becca's turn to pull Chloe through the crowd. She pushed her against a wall and kissed her. Hard. Chloe grinned into her lips and threaded her fingers into Becca's hair. Becca closed her eyes and just fell into the heat of the kiss. She could feel the pounding of the music and the burn of Chloe's skin and it was like she was losing herself in sensation. Her brain stopped forming rational thought; everything was instinct and emotion.

She broke away from Chloe's lips and dusted kisses down her neck, lingering on the sweet spots she had memorized. Chloe wrapped her hands tighter in brown hair. She trembled under Becca's lips, shivering with passion. As Becca came back up to kiss the corners of her mouth, she whispered in her girlfriend's ear.

"I think I'm ready to go now."

Before Becca even turned the key into the lock she could hear Taylor Swift's new album blasting from the speakers she had bought Chloe for Christmas. Mixed in with the recording was Chloe's perfect harmony. Becca followed the music to the kitchen. Apparently spatulas make for good microphones.

Chloe was facing the stove and didn't see her girlfriend come in. Becca was fine just standing there, watching her. Chloe did hear Becca laugh though, and she turned with cheeks colored to match her hair.

"What?" she said defensively. "It's a good song."

Becca just shook her head and stepped forward to kiss her girlfriend. "You are adorable."

"I know." Becca surveyed the mess of pots and pans scattered over the counter. It looked like a hurricane had invaded the cupboards.

"I assume you're making something," she said, one eyebrow arched.

Chloe beamed, undeterred by the less than subtle hint of sarcasm. "Triple chocolate mousse cake!"

Uh-oh. "And how is that going?"

"Fine!" Chloe was on the defensive again. "The first layer is in the oven now." Becca waited.

"All right, it took two tries." Chloe admitted. Becca couldn't help but laugh; Chloe couldn't keep a secret if her life depended on it. Two tries was better than usual anyway. She eyed the mess and sighed. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

"So, I guess the mousse is next?"

"Yep." Chloe said. "Although you are supposed to beat the cream and sugar until soft peaks form and I can't get it to work."

"Well, it always takes longer than the recipe says it will. Also make sure the beaters you are using are clean. If there is any oil on them it'll screw it all up" she advised absently. She was thinking about maybe a Taylor Swift mix for Chloe's birthday and it took her a second to realize that a pair of shocked blue eyes was fixed on her.

"What?" It was Becca's turn to be defensive.

"You can cook." Chloe sounded like she had just been told Santa Claus was real after all.

"Not really. Mostly I bake." But Chloe was already advancing on her, spatula in hand.

"How could you not have told me?!"

"I don't know. It never really came up." Becca looked down, but not fast enough to hide the flash of sadness in her eyes. Chloe knew her too well to miss it. She put the spatula down and reached for her girlfriend's hand.

"Tell me." Becca glanced up to meet blue eyes and sighed.

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

"No."

"Okay, here's the thing. I haven't baked for years. Not since my mom…" she trailed off. "It was kind of our thing. She always said chocolate was God's greatest gift to the world."

She was still looking at the floor when Chloe threw her arms around her. Becca kissed the top of her head and held her close. Chloe looked up and smiled.

"You probably have work to do. But when you're done there will be a beautiful cake waiting for you!" Becca grinned.

"Not to insult your culinary skills, but the cake will probably be more beautiful if I lend a hand with the tricky stuff." Clearly Chloe was not affronted, her whole face lit up at Becca's offer.

To Chloe's delight and Becca's surprise, less than two hours later they had what could be qualified as a decent triple chocolate mousse cake. Chloe's first layer was moist and rich, if a little sweet due to a measuring cup mix-up. There were dollops of chocolate mousse on pretty much every surface in the kitchen, but they did actually get enough onto the cake for a thick, creamy second layer. Chloe was a little over-enthusiastic in whipping the cream for the topping, but Becca unplugged the beater before any serious damage was done.

Becca faced the formidable clean up ahead of them. She turned to ask Chloe whether she wanted to wash or dry. That was when she was ambushed. Chloe snuck up behind her, armed with leftover mousse. Becca suddenly found her nose to be chocolate covered.

"Oh hell no," she muttered. She grabbed a spoon and dipped it into a bowl of whipped cream. Catapult-style she sent it flying across the room. Perfect shot. It smacked Chloe right on the forehead, spattering all over her face. The redhead squealed in outrage, and much to Becca's horror, snatched up the closest weapon she could find. An egg.

"Don't even think about it." Becca warned, backing slowly to the other side of the counter. Chloe smirked.

"I don't know if you are in any position to make threats."

"This isn't a threat, this is a promise. If you throw that egg, it will get ugly."

"Try me." Chloe let fly. Becca ducked but not fast enough. The egg caught her on the back of the head and she could feel the yolk dripping down the back of her neck.

"All right," she said. "That's it." She grabbed the bowl of whipped cream off the counter and a bag of cake mix out of the cupboard. Ducking behind the table in case Chloe tried to throw another egg, she dumped the mix into the bowl and stirred it up. Pretty soon she had a sizeable mass of mud-like cream. She is not going to like this.

Becca grabbed a handful of the brown mixture. Chloe was cackling in the center of the kitchen, unsuspecting. Easy target.

Chloe's laughter stopped abruptly when Becca's cakeball made contact. She squealed in shock as brown dripped down her face and caked her hair.

"What is this?"

Becca snickered. "I warned you. Now, do you really want to fight this war?"

Chloe frowned unhappily. "I'm out of eggs." Becca grinned but she stayed crouched behind the table, ever suspicious. "All right then, since I'm such a good girlfriend, we can come to a truce."

Suddenly Chloe was grinning too. "I actually think that would be in your best interest. After all, I think I need to shower and if you stop throwing cakeballs maybe I'll be really, really nice and let you join me. She walked off, hips swaying. Becca stared after her.

"You fight dirty!" she called after her. Chloe's laugh floated back down the hallway.

Becca decided the dishes could wait.

This didn't really have a point, just a couple of scenes I wanted to write. Someone pointed out to me that it probably should be spelled "Beca". Sorry, its just this way because I have a friend who spells it with two c's. Also I wanted to clarify that I do not own pitch perfect or any of its characters.

Thanks to everyone who read, I appreciate it. If anyone has a story they want written, just let me know. Thanks!