#4 - Say Something

Prompt: "I should've told you a long time ago."

Summary: Chloe's going on a date with Chicago, Beca decides to finally say something.

Beca stands nervously in front of the hotel room door. Chloe's room. The Bellas were on their last stop of the USO tour in Paris and all the groups had the night off to enjoy themselves and check out the city. Beca had planned on asking Chloe this afternoon if she wanted to join her in touring a museum then have dinner at a cute little bistro a woman at the front desk had told her about when she asked this morning.

Unfortunately for the brunette, before she even had the chance to open her mouth, Chloe had began gushing about Chicago and the fact that he just asked her out on a date for that very night. Her whole face fell, though unseen by the redhead as she continued to express her delight and ramble on about the army officer.

After excusing herself quickly from her best friend, who glanced after her unnoticed with a look of confusion on her face, Beca raced up to her room and hid herself away for the remainder of the afternoon. It wasn't until Fat Amy came banging on her door looking for her in the later evening, that she snapped out of her funk. Fat Amy squeezed the reasoning for Beca's moody behavior out of her best friend… literally. The Australian picked Beca up and squeezed her until the petite woman cried out in frustration and gave in, spilling all the details about Chloe's date and her own plans and how she now realizes Chloe isn't interested in her romantically speaking. After a ten minute pep talk involving many explicit hand gestures and a makeshift diagram using toilet paper and a lipstick tube to explain all her Bhloe evidence, Fat Amy managed to pump Beca up enough to go say something, anything, to the redhead before she leaves for her date.

Which is why Beca now stood in front of the swanky off-white hotel room door with sweaty palms, bringing her left hand up to knock.

Beca hears a muffled "come in" before turning the handle.

The brunette enters the room and has her breath taken away as she sees Chloe walk out of the adjoining bathroom wearing a beautiful strapless burgundy dress with matching heels, the redhead clasping an earring to her right ear.

"Hey Becs!"

"H-hey. Wow, you look–"

Beca is at a loss of words to describe Chloe's beauty. She's at a loss of anything really, as she's forgotten why she even came to Chloe's room in the first place after seeing the woman step out.

"Thanks. I hope it's not too much. I don't even know where we're going tonight. Chicago just said 'kind of nice.'"

Oh. That's why. Chloe's date.

"I mean we could end up at some dingy hole in the wall place and it'll still be amazing right, cause hello we're in Paris! I'm having dinner out in Paris, Bec, that's just amazing. I still can't believe we're here and–"

"Don't go!" Beca blurts out suddenly, cutting the redhead off.

"What?" Chloe asks confused.

"Don't go out tonight. Not with him." Beca pleads, her emotions starting to bubble to the surface, the words in the back of her throat rising exponentially faster than she could've thought, as her heart begins to race at a lightning quick pace.

"What's wrong Bec, why not?"

"I just don't think you should." Beca turning her body away from Chloe to gather herself as best she can before her emotions inevitably spill out.

"Can you be a little more specific, Beca? Give me a good reason why I shouldn't…"

"Because I love you!" She cried out, facing back towards the redhead who now stood frozen in the middle of the hotel room, eyes wide open, shocked at Beca's declaration. "And I'm sorry, I should've told you a long time ago. I was just scared of losing what we have because you're my best friend. But now you're going on a date with Fargo, and I've seen you, Chlo… the way you look when you're around him. It's your I-could-fall-in-love-with-this-person face, and I just- I couldn't let you leave tonight without saying something, without telling you that. Because I want that look directed towards me. It's all I've ever wanted."

"Bec-"

Beca is so engrossed with her tearful rant while pacing the floor that she doesn't hear Chloe try and speak, she doesn't see the tears that had formed in the redhead's own eyes and the soft smile beginning to grace the older woman's face as she continues on.

"And I know you probably don't feel the same and I hate to just spring this on you, but I just needed you to know. And I'm positive I've made things weird between us now. So I'm sorry and I'll just leave and-"

Beca is effectively cut off by two soft lips pressing into her own, her eyes left wide open due to the surprise of the action. It takes her brain a solid five seconds to realize that Chloe was kissing her, but she responds willingly, allowing herself to sink fully into the other woman's lips.

After a few moments of softly exploring each other's mouths, the two pull back a short distance, Chloe keeping contact by leaning her forehead onto the brunette's.

"What took you so long?"

"I–what?" Beca asks, mildly shocked at the question.

"God you're such an idiot sometimes." Chloe laughs before leaning back in for another brief kiss.

"I accept that if you keep doing that." Beca smiles softly.

"Happily." Chloe leans back in for a third and fourth kiss. "And for the record, I love you too."

"You do?" Chloe nods at Beca's uncertainty. "Then why were you going out with Milwaukee?"

"Chicago," Chloe laughs, "and I was only going out with him because I never thought I had a chance with you, if I'm being perfectly honest. Pining after you was getting exhausting and I thought it would help."

"Ah. I really am an idiot, aren't I?" Beca asks with a guilty face.

"You are. But you're my idiot." Chloe takes Beca's hand in her own, bringing it up to her lips to kiss.

"Always and forever, if you'll have me."

"Always and forever."