Author: whoselineisitanyway

A/N: Any mistakes are my own. I'm not proud of this chapter because these are the types of scenes I'm not very great at but I've complained and rewritten it too many times to be healthy, so I just hope I got the best out of it. But alas, enjoy!

'Why do we have to watch this?' Beca called from her position, idly playing with her thumbs.

'Because I said so, you'll like it.'

'I very much doubt it.' She muttered.

'Piper Perabo is in it, she's really hot.'

'I don't know who that is and what does it matter to me if she's hot?'

Chloe looked over her shoulder from the DVD player to where Beca sat on the couch. She tried to think of the right thing to say but gave up.

'I'm just saying there are pros to this film. It's funny and interesting.'

'Is Aubrey here?' Chloe frowned at the change in topic.

'No...'

'Is she gonna be back anytime soon?'

'She's got a study group all evening. Why?'

Beca patted the spot next to her once the DVD showed up on the screen. 'No reason.'

Chloe narrowed her eyes at her before flopping down onto the seat.

'I don't believe you.'

'Oh no! However will I live?' Beca mocked, throwing a hand across her chest dramatically.

'For someone who doesn't like movies you have some talent in acting.'

'Thanks. Maybe I can act in a movie about a girl who really hates movies, which will hopefully have such a strong impact that film production is discontinued.'

'You're ridiculous.' Chloe leaned over and pecked her on the cheek. 'Okay, the movie is starting.'

'Do you want a snack? A drink? Or maybe I should go pick up some Chinese from that place you like?' Beca moved to get up but was held down by Chloe.

'Stop. You're going to hold me and watch this film, okay?' Chloe said firmly.

Beca sighed and wrapped her arms around Chloe. 'Yeah, sorry.'

To Chloe's surprise she made it through the majority of the film, and appeared to take actual interest in the storyline. But towards the end she had been more interested in paying attention to Chloe.

'The films almost over.' The character onscreen was currently telling her parents that she was in love with a woman.

'I'm guessing she goes after the other woman and they get together?'

'How did you know that?'

'She clearly didn't want that other guy, and this film is hardly the conventional ending type. It's obvious.'

Beca started kissing along Chloe's shoulder and neck. Her hand brushing over Chloe's side, causing her to wriggle at the tickling sensation.

'Are you the conventional type?'

Beca looked up into her blue orbs, they were swimming with unknown emotions. Instead of answering she leaned in and kissed her. Chloe indulged her before pulling back.

'What's wrong?'

'You didn't answer my question.'

'What does it matter if I'm conventional or not?'

'Just humor me, if like in the film, you fell in love with a woman unexpectedly would you openly be with her?'

Beca felt herself at a loss for words, what was Chloe asking her? 'Chlo...'

'Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that.'

'Can we, just, y'know?' Beca gestured between them, hoping to pass the awkwardness and leaned in to kiss her again. Chloe nodded and pressed her lips against Beca's, savoring in the softness of her mouth and tongue.

Chloe allowed her hands to get tangled in Beca's dark locks, Beca moaned as her hands scraped along her scalp and tugged lightly. Chloe felt Beca's hand moving up her shirt to stop high on her ribcage, fingers teasing at the underside of her bra.

Beca felt herself getting lost in the kisses, with Chloe's body pushed tight up against her and her bare skin underneath her hands. Her hand subconsciously moved to cup Chloe's soft mound and she massaged the deliciously soft skin over the material of her bra.

They both jumped apart when they heard keys rustling and the door swinging open, both looking doe-eyed they stared at the intruder.

'Aubrey!' Aubrey smirked when she saw the way they were looking breathless with red faces.

And the fact that Beca hadn't removed her hand fully from Chloe's shirt. 'Hey Chloe, Beca..'

'Um, what are you doing here? You said you were going to be studying all evening.'

Aubrey strolled into the apartment, smiling wickedly at the uncomfortable look on Beca's face. She dropped her bag on the floor and shrugged off her jacket.

'Yeah, Jamie had to leave early and I didn't feel like being the third wheel to Peter and Rosie so I came back.'

'Oh.'

Aubrey grinned wider. 'Sorry to interrupt your romantic evening.' She offered a wink in Beca's direction causing the girl to sputter over her words.

'Romantic? Oh, er, no, we were just watching a movie!' Aubrey made a point to look down at where Beca's hand was still on Chloe's waist underneath her shirt. Beca followed her eyes, pulling away in embarrassed and suddenly found her the threads on her shirt interesting.

'Bree, we were just hanging out.' Sure that Beca wasn't looking, she glared at her with a 'what the hell are you doing?' expression on her face and gestured for her to go to her room.

'Well, if you say so. I'm going to my room, see ya. I'll put my earplugs in so don't worry about me hearing anything.' With that she was gone.

Neither girl moved, Chloe unsure of how to proceed and Beca frozen.

'Guh, sorry about that, I didn't realise she'd come home so soon.' Chloe tried to brush the whole thing off, standing and facing Beca. 'Do you want to come into my room? Y'know just in case she comes out.'

Beca gulped at the phrase and rubbed her sweaty palms on her jeans nervously. 'I should probably go.'

'No, Beca you don't have to go, stay with me.'

Beca finally looked up to Chloe's face, and Chloe saw the hurt across her face.

'You told her about this?'

'Uh, well, yes but she won't tell anyone.'

'Why did you tell her?'

'I talk to Bree, she's like my sister. What's wrong with her knowing? There's not much to hide.'

Beca sighed exasperatedly.

'I thought this was just between us.'

'I'm sorry that I told her without asking you, I should've respected your privacy. Clearly the thought of being with me is just that embarrassing.'

'Cmon. You don't embarrass me.'

'Then what is it? Tell me why it bothers you so much.' Chloe snapped.

'You make me feel things...'

'Always so eloquent.'

Beca's jaw tightened as she glared at the redhead looking down at her. 'Ever since this thing, I've felt things that I shouldn't, okay? You make me-urgh!' She waved her arms at the lack of words she found to describe her changing feelings towards the girl.

Chloe looked surprised at the outburst, watching as Beca closed her eyes as if to say 'I shouldn't have said that'.

'But like you said, nothing to hide. So you're right lets just go to bed.' Beca stood too and when Chloe didn't say anything she continued. 'Please.'

Slowly Chloe reached out and grabbed her hand and tugged her along into her bedroom, the door shut behind them softly and Chloe went to get them both sleeping wear. She threw some shorts and a top in Beca's direction, quietly they both changed and got into the bed facing one another.

Chloe looked as though she was about to say something but Beca shook her head, she didn't want to hear what she had to say about her outburst right now. Instead Chloe leaned over, and tentatively placed a kiss on the girls lips.

'I feel things too.'

Beca's eyes snapped to hers. Did she really just hear that?

She felt Chloe come in close to wrap an arm across her stomach and buried her head in shoulder. Clearly they were done talking.

The next morning before Beca woke up, Chloe made a point of talking to Aubrey and telling her to back off in front of Beca. And when she finally woke up Aubrey had already gone to class.

'Mornin'' Beca greeted as she walked awkwardly into the kitchen.

'Hey you, I was just making breakfast. The meat of helpless animals on toast, your favourite...' She teased, grinning and Beca couldn't help smile back. She looks like a fucking angel, it's before 10am, how is that even possible?

'Extra bloody and juicy I hope?'

'Only for you.' Chloe stopped what she was doing, scrunching her nose affectionately at the adoration she saw in Beca's eyes and walked to girl.

Bright blue eyes met curious ones. Chloe interlocked their fingers and tugged her closer for a sweet kiss.

'I think I just got diabetes from that kiss.'

'You're also going to get coronary heart disease from breakfast.' Chloe attempted to turn back to serve said breakfast but was forced against the counter, Beca's hand on her neck guiding their lips together.

Their tongues dueled and hands wandered. And just like that, things seemed normal again.

As normal as their arrangement could be, the deep corner of Chloe's brain nagged.

'I need to work on my mixes.'

'And I want to enjoy this lovely weather.'

'Mixes.' Beca grunted.

'Think of the lovely tan you could get.' Beca scoffed. 'You might look a little less like death.'

'I like being pale.' Beca spun around in her desk chair to look at Chloe, she quirked her eyebrow and smirked. 'Don't you like my pasty white ass?'

'Oh God.' Chloe briefly buried her head in her hands laughing. 'Yes, I like it, but I think you'll like the outside.'

'What's it got out there?' She crossed her arms and waited for an argument.

'Well, I'll be out there...' Chloe bit her lip and slipped of her cardigan. 'I'll be wearing this very see through, low cut top.'

Chloe watched as Beca checked her openly, nodding approvingly but shrugging nonetheless.

'What else you got?' Chloe huffed and pulled her cardigan back on.

'I brought food.'

Beca slammed her laptop shut, slipped it into her backpack, slid her headphones around her neck and joined Chloe in standing.

'Why didn't you say so?' She grinned at the redhead. 'Let's go.'

'Really, all I had to do was offer you food? It didn't matter what kind?' Beca shrugged again, that stupid smirk still on her face.

'Food is food.'

'What if it was brussels sprouts?'

'Aren't brussels sprouts, like, poison to gingers?' She slipped the straps of her backpack up her arms. 'Besides what kind of a person brings brussel sprouts to a picnic?'

Chloe frowned as she picked up her own backpack. 'Where did you hear that?'

'I made it up.'

'You're weird.'

'Thanks. Now are we going?' Beca gestured to her door.

'Ooh wait! Did I leave my book here the other day?' Beca thought for a minute before leaning over the side of her bed and sticking hand down the space between mattress and wall.

'You mean that one with all the poetry about innocence and stuff?' She said whilst searching, a distracted look on her face.

'It's called 'Songs of Innocence and of Experience' by William Blake.' Beca pulled it out triumphantly, despite it's crinkled appearance it was still in good wear.

'That's what I said, here you go.' She handed it to the bemused redhead and dragged her out the dorm by her spare hand.

'Why are you in such a hurry?' Chloe shut the door behind them.

'I don't want to lose my train of thought on this mix I'm in the middle of.'

Beca dragged Chloe along the corridors, totally ignoring the fact that they were holding hands but Chloe's eyes were fixated on where they were joined.

'What songs are you using?' Chloe bit her lip to keep the excitement from her face as they walked out into the open where many of the students were hanging out on the very warm day.

'I Need Your Love by Ellie Goulding and The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy.' They walked along the path, aiming towards a big patch of grass that Beca liked next to a large oak tree.

'Interesting choice, the new Fall Out Boy album is awesome!' Beca let a surprised smile cross her face, glancing over and tugging Chloe closer shyly.

'You really listened to and like Fall Out Boys' new album?' Chloe rolled her eyes.

'Yes Becs-'

'Beca!'

Both girls froze at the sudden interruption, turning forwards to see Mr. Mitchell gliding towards them, briefcase in hand and a grin on his face.

'Hey...dad.' Beca offered awkwardly, shuffling on the spot.

'How's it going? It's good to see you out of your dorm and appreciating this lovely weather!'

Mr Mitchell gave a large smile to Chloe. 'And Miss Beale lovely to see you, I hear you were accepted into the illustrious class of Mr Stenford, it's a great class to finish with in your Senior year and looks excellent on any applications to grad schools.'

'You too Sir,' Chloe said, 'And thank you, it was a real honor and I'm enjoying it so far.'

Beca interrupted. 'As you can see things are good dad, don't you have a class to get to?'

Mr Mitchell turned his attention back to Beca, glancing down at her hand that was tightly grasping Chloe's, his smile widened.

'I have time. I didn't know you guys were seeing each other? Is my daughter coming out to flirt with the much finer sex?' He teased winking in Chloe's direction.

Chloe gaped back and felt Beca snatch her hand back, shoving it deep into her pocket. 'God dad, no!'

Beca could feel both Chloe's and her father's eyes burning into her face, and a flush covered her cheeks lightly. 'Two girls can hold hands. Just cos you couldn't keep it in your pants regardless of the gender, doesn't mean I can't.'

Beca refused to make eye contact as a shocked and hurt expression crossed her father's face, next to her Chloe brought up the book to her chest crossing her arms over it to act as some kind of protection.

Mr Mitchell cleared his throat, clearly flustered and glanced back over at Chloe who looked just as uncomfortable. 'Right...'

'Well it was nice seeing you Beca.' He gestured towards the book in Chloe's arms. 'Enjoy your book, 'The Sick Rose' is one of my favourites.'

With that he turned on his heel and walked away.

'Mine too.' Chloe whispered to his back.

Both girls stood still, tense to the bone.

Eventually Beca moved forward, an annoyed expression on her face, she walked the 2 metres to the tree she had been intending to sit under and slunk against it.

'Are you gonna come sit?' Beca said without looking up.

Without even processing, Chloe's body moved with a mind of itself and sat down cross legged opposite Beca.

Beca pursed her lips. 'You know my dad?'

'I've taken a few of his classes.' Chloe shrugged feeling the embarrassment and annoyance growing within her.

'Oh... I'm sorry you had to see that.' Beca saw the indignation in Chloe's eyes. 'And about what I said-'

'Beca, whatever issues you have with your father are none of my business.' Chloe wrenched open her book, eyes glued to the pages in front of her.

Beca nodded slowly before slipping out her laptop and stirring awake the machine. They both allowed themselves to sit together, the atmosphere thick as they both got lost in their own heads and activities.

It was a fair while before Chloe stood and shoved her book in her bag. 'I have to go get changed before Bellas practice, so I'll see you there?'

Beca watched as she briskly walked away before she could answer.

Beca was absolutely certain that she would never get used to the workout that Bellas practice gave her. Despite the fact that she was in good shape, had good rhythm and understood most of the music, it still felt like a whole new challenge sometimes. That challenge was mostly the fact that Aubrey was bossing her around and Chloe kept giving her puppy dog stares at every opportunity.

Being questioned about her sexuality by her father, especially in front of Chloe was something that annoyed Beca to no end. He had no right to even joke about anything personal in her life, let alone make a comment about switching teams. Just because he was so okay with being so free with his body to anyone didn't mean he could make ballsy comments like that.

Mr. Mitchell irritated Beca just in his presence, so when he made her come to Barden, join a group and then asked about her personal life, it ate away at her. But it was short lived as long as she didn't think about him or wasn't near him, Beca was happy being part of the Bellas and coming to terms with the idea that her friendship with Chloe was something she could enjoy.

It was her own fault that Chloe was annoyed at her, but Beca was relieved to know that it could have been worse. If you thought I had handled that situation badly then you wouldn't have liked me a year ago, Beca thought.

Chloe was her best friend, and ever since Beca had been getting these growing feelings both sexual and emotionally, Chloe admitting that she had similar feelings and the growing connection between them too - Beca had been feeling a little more empowered and confident with the redhead despite her outburst in front of her father.

She loved the redheads body, it was gorgeous, she loved talking to her, she liked being irritated by her and most importantly, her curiosity outweighed her irritation towards her father - she liked how things were going. Slowly, but surely.

'Chloe...' Beca called out quietly. 'Chloe, will you please talk to me?'

Chloe bent over the bleachers to reach her water bottle, clenching her jaw as she did. It had been a long practice that's for sure. With Aubrey berating her constantly for not being able to hit her high note, for taking regular breaks and just even making suggestions about practice.

She had tried to attempt to keep everything calm between Beca and Aubrey, whilst trying to reaffirm her trust in Beca by offering her solo to her but she had turned it down and gave it to Amy. Which is a great choice, she's brave enough to be different and not have Aubrey always breathing down her neck about it.

'I was never not talking to you Beca.' Chloe took deep gulps of her water, wincing as it went down her sore throat.

'No... but I can tell that earlier on the quad you were upset with the things that went down and I'm sorry, I just don't react well to things with my dad and I didn't mean to take that out on you, on...us.'

The eyebrows on Chloe's face shot up in surprise at the coolness of Beca's tone, she seemed much more collected than earlier.

'Are you okay?' The question threw Beca off guard, she expected Chloe to be madder than this.

'I'm better now that you're talking to me?' Chloe shrugged and bottled her drink pensively.

'You're just more relaxed when you're not around your dad.'

Beca shoved her hands in her pockets. 'You know how things are with him...'

'I feel like there are things you still haven't told me. I get that you don't like him invading your privacy but you acted like you were entirely ashamed of me.' Chloe's tone was short.

Beca opened her mouth to speak only to be interrupted by Aubrey yelling for them to join her.

'Can we talk later?' Beca asked, rolling her eyes at the impatient glare that Aubrey was giving her.

'This is no time for chatting Beca, get over here!' Both Beca and Chloe walked to where all the girls had gathered next to the whiteboard of victory, as Aubrey calls it.

'So this practice was mediocre at best, but I have no doubt that Amy will, indeed, "crush it" on her solo. You can all go.'

Fat Amy thrust her fist into the air with a loud, 'Yeah, I'm gonna kill it!'

Many of the Bellas grabbed their belongings and headed out the practice room, however Aubrey turned to face Chloe with a determined look on her face.

'Just because you gave up your solo does not mean that you get to take it easy, your croaky voice can still be heard Chloe!'

Chloe looked taken back and hurt, crossing her arms defensively. 'That's completely uncalled for Bree! You know it's painful with my nodes.'

Both Beca and Fat Amy lingered by the entrance door, concerned about what was about to go down.

'Well you've also been slacking, you can't even keep your eyes off Beca's ass during cardio! You've been distracted and you need to focus.'

Beca felt the blush rushing over her face at the questioning look that Fat Amy was giving her, quickly deciding that waiting outside was just as a good idea that listening in on their argument. Fat Amy followed her outside, trademark grin on her face.

'So shorty, you and Chloe? I always knew there was something between you guys!'

'No Fat Amy, we're just close friends.' Beca kept her eyes on her feet, refusing to make eye contact.

'Riiiiiiiiiight, really good friends! Try and tell me you haven't seen little miss red naked.' Beca's jaw dropped. She had seen her naked just not in the way that Fat Amy was thinking.

She stuttered awkwardly. 'No, it's not what you think.' The look that Fat Amy gave her made her think that no matter what she wasn't going to be believed and maybe just compromising would be easier.

'Just, eurgh, we're not dating or anything. So please don't tell anyone.' She gave a pointed glare at how serious she was.

'You got my word tiny DJ.' She brought her hand up to her mouth the make a locking motion.

'I mean it Amy, things are complicated.'

Fat Amy nodded, a serious expression gracing her face. 'I understand, I won't tell anyone and if you need to talk I'm here.'

Beca smiled appreciatively. 'Thanks.'

'I mean unless it's about lesbian sex cos I think that's Cynthia-Rose's area of expertise.' Both girls chuckled and continued to wait in comfortable silence, only breaking it to talk about Fat Amy's new solo.

'Aubrey, there is no need to be such a bitch! I gave up my solo so that we'd still have a chance at winning, you know how much that meant to me!'

Aubrey gave a pointed glare. 'Yeah, you gave it to Beca! I just have a feeling it wasn't about her singing abilities.'

Chloe frowned. 'What are you trying to say?'

'That maybe little alt-girl is giving you private vocal workouts in her bed so she could get you to try and change the set list.'

Chloe gasped, outraged at the implication. 'How could you even think that?'

'How could I not?! You told me already that you have a thing, what's to stop her from manipulating that?'

Chloe bit her lip, feeling the tears filling her eyes. 'We're not sleeping together Bree. Any issues that Beca has with the setlist has nothing to do with me.'

Aubrey took a moment to take in the redheads body language. 'What's going on with you two?'

'I really like her Bree... and I think she likes me too.'

'Why didn't you say anything?'

'Why do you think Bree? You basically just accused Beca of using me to get at you!' Aubrey let her tense shoulders deflate.

'You're right, I'm sorry.' Aubrey reached out to rub Chloe's arm. 'Do you want to go back to our place and talk about it?'

Chloe nodded and began to gather her belongings. 'That'd be great.'

Both Aubrey and Chloe walked out to see Beca and Amy laughing together. They both turned around at hearing the doors slamming shut and were relieved to see that they both appeared physically intact and neither looked like they had been crying. But Beca doubted Aubrey could even cry.

'What are you guys still doing here?' Aubrey directed the question at both of them but Beca kept her eyes glued on Chloe.

'We heard you guys arguing. And if you guys ended up killing each other I'd be close enough to steal the pitch pipe.' Fat Amy joked.

'Chloe, can we go somewhere and talk?' Beca asked completely ignoring the other two girls.

Aubrey stepped in front of her, impatiently wringing her hands. 'Actually we already have plans Beca, so we'll see you later.'

Aubrey stalked off with Chloe following behind her, only glancing back at Beca to offer a small smile.

Fat Amy shrugged and invited Beca to go grab some food at a local diner with her, since Beca no longer had any plans she agreed and they walked off in the direction of small stores just off campus.

Later Beca's phone buzzed with a text message.

I'll call you later xo

Okay, text me just before?x

Sure xo

Chloe threw her phone on the table and fell down on the couch in exhaustion, today had really taken it out of her.

'Hey, scooch, let me sit down.' Lifting her feet, Chloe allowed Aubrey to slip in underneath her.

When Chloe didn't say anything to start the conversation, Aubrey rolled her eyes. 'Well Chlo? What's going on? You said you liked her, before you told me that she was just a college thing.'

Feeling the blush across her cheeks, she scrunched up her nose awkwardly. 'I'm not into girls Bree... It's just Beca makes me feel, ugh, I don't know how to describe it.'

'Tingly in your lady parts?' Aubrey said matter-of-factly.

'Oh God. Jeez, yes. Every time I kiss her it just feels right.'

'So what's wrong with that?'

Chloe sighed and let her eyes droop shut. 'I like how things are now, I know she's not ready for any of that. She's becoming more confident with the small physical things and I want to focus on that.'

'So you haven't slept together?'

Chloe shook her head. 'No, we're playing things by ear. It's... nice.'

'Sounds stupid if you ask me.' Chloe glared at her, but Aubrey just smirked back. 'Well you're clearly into each other, no one is judging you. And even if it's just between you guys then you're mature enough adults to make that decision.'

Chloe gave a thoughtful expression as Aubrey continued. 'Anyway, why are you mad at her?'

'Who said I was mad at her?'

'You were glaring through most of practice today instead of wielding your usual toner.'

'Have you eaten a bowl of extra crude today?' Chloe shook her head in amusement, quickly becoming solemn.

'She acted like she was ashamed to be into girls, let alone having me as her girlfriend.'

'When was this?' Aubrey frowned.

'Earlier, Mr Mitchell saw us on the quad and thought we were together. She made it clear that this wasn't the case.' Chloe sighed.

'What's most frustrating is that I feel like we're getting somewhere and she enjoys being close to me but then she's so afraid of being labelled.'

Aubrey leant over to grab one of her hands and continued to listen intently.

Next chapter will not be as long, but will involve some smut. Finally!