CHAPTER 4

Beca checked herself in the closet mirror one last time. Straightening her shirt as she turned her face to inspect her makeup. She decided on a black button up and a pair of skinny cargos, because she wanted to be comfortable, but as she had done with her first two outfits, she was beginning to second guess her choice. Beca wanted to be comfortable, but she wanted to make a good first impression.

Too casual… She thought, with a shake of her head. Convinced that she needed to change. As she began to unbutton her shirt, a soft hand took hold of hers.

"Stop. You look fine," Chloe giggled, re-buttoning Beca's top button and straightening her collar." And you're going to do just fine." She flashed a smile that would have melted the tiny DJ, had she not been too busy drooling over the way Chloe's little white dress (emphasis on the LITTLE) hugged her in all the right places.

"Just fine?" Beca managed, finally letting her eyes snap back up to meet sparkling baby blues.

"Aca-AMAZING." The redhead smiled that contagious smile of hers, giving Becas hand a comforting squeeze. "Now Let's go before your whole closet ends up in that 'reject pile' you've started over there." Chloe giggled, nodding at the pile of clothes on Beca's bed.

"Fine," Beca rolled her eyes, amused. She knew she was stressing more than necessary. She was just glad to have her friend there to snap her out of it before she missed the gig altogether.

Keeping her grip on Beca's hand, Chloe smiled as she watched the brunette squat by the desktop to pick up her bag of Dj equipment. Pulling her behind as she shouldered her bag.

ONE HOUR INTO GIG-

Beca was finally starting to relax and find a rhythm. Her mixes were smoother. Seamless even. A few club patrons were so impressed that they actually visited her in the booth to give her their business cards. She was mixing like someone who'd been in the business for years, scratching, phasing, playing with the gain, etc…

Even more impressive, (though only on a personal level) was the fact that Beca managed to stay focused under the crazy eye sex she and Chloe were having. Chloe figured it would have been best if she stayed in front of the DJ booth because she didn't know anyone else. TOTALLY understandable. Less understandable (though Beca wasn't complaining) was the "Shakira thing" Chloe had going on after a few shots. And the way she was looking at Beca. With the way Beca's body was responding to this, she was sure she'd have to get rid of her underwear after tonight.

Chloe was getting lost in a mix of "Another One Bites the Dust" and "Hollaback Girl", when she felt a strong hand pull her by the arm (undoubtedly leaving a bruise) as he leaned in towards her ear.

"WHAT are you doing here?" Tom growled.

Unable to speak because she was too distracted by the pain in her arm, Chloe only pointed to the DJ booth with her free arm. Tom's gaze followed the path of her arm until his eyes met harsh blue ones.

"You better be glad I can't leave right now," She mouthed with a smirk. Not caring whether he understood or not. Though, Beca assumed he did because he let go of Chloe and backed away, pointing threateningly at Beca. As he turned to leave, a blonde (playboy wannabe) woman brought him a drink and led him away by the hand. Beca hoped Chloe hadn't seen it, but when her eyes went back to the redhead she saw the shine of her unfallen tears, and knew that wasn't the case.

Chloe still managed to enjoy the rest of the night, but in the back of her mind, she was still pretty broken up over the situation with Tom. From the moment Beca received her check and packed up her equipment to the moment they walked in the apartment, Chloe held onto her friend's hand for dear life. Only letting go long enough to get in and out of the car. She felt like the tiny DJ's hand was the only thing keeping her from bursting into tears at the moment. They separated to shower and retire to their respective rooms for the night. Beca stayed up for a while. Mixing to take her mind off the pure hatred she was developing for Chloe's "boyfriend". Just the fact that he was her boyfriend was enough to make Beca dislike him, but the fact that he was a SHITTY boyfriend made it that much worse.

There was a light knock at Beca's door, interrupting her thoughts.

"Come in," She said, spinning in her desk chair to face the teary-eyed redhead in her doorway. She immediately saved her latest mix and put her PC on standby. Something between shock and concern playing on her features.

Chloe sniffled and took a breath to compose herself before starting, "Is it okay if we…" Chloe glanced at Beca's bed for a fleeting second.

"You know you don't have to ask," Beca stood, smirking and moved towards the bed, pulling the covers back and slipping under, once she realized what the redhead was asking.

With a small smile, Chloe closed the door and joined her friend.

Beca wanted to be mad. At Tom for being a dick to Chloe… At Chloe for letting him…

But she couldn't. All her anger seemed to melt away once Chloe was in her arms, Snuggling back into her chest.