vahuene- *squeals* I love when my fics give people feels!

TacoxocaT- glad I could keep you interested!

until its gone- little baby bellas growin' up!

xcombixgirlx- I thought that fit them really well!

spikkels8- I'm putting this in my book of South African words! lol

When you're at 10, 000 feet

No parachute

You got my hand

I'm always gonna be

Your safe plance to land
safe place to land

Your safe place to land

"This is like, a really nice restaurant, Becs."

"Huh?" She felt the brunette's leg stop shaking under the table and her blue eyes snapped to Chloe's. "Oh yeah, very nice."

"You didn't have to splurge for date night; you know delivery pizza and a Netflix movie would have more than sufficed."

"I feel like we always do that." Beca swallowed hard, and Chloe could see the nervous way the DJ's eyes darted around her face. "Besides, it's not really . . . splurging . . . anymore."

She felt her brow furrow in confusion.

"No offense, Bec, but I know how much you make, this is definitely splurging."

"You know how much I used to make."

"What?"

Beca's hands came up to drum a nervous beat on the tabletop.

"I signed a new contract two weeks ago; I uh . . ." she blew out a breath. "I got a bit of a raise."

"A bit?" She couldn't help but ask, a smile stretching her face.

"Uh, like several thousand dollars . . . a month?"

Chloe's jaw dropped - that definitely big news.

"Babe! Why didn't you tell me sooner?! This is so awesome! I'm so proud of you!

"Because, I'll be dealing with bigger clients - more famous."

The younger girl stopped again, her fingers playing nervously with the edge of the table cloth.

"None of that sounds like a reason not to tell me! I love famous people!" She couldn't help but tease.

"They want - well, I mean it's not like a requirement, but I guess it's uh . . . suggested that I move to the studio branch in LA. So I can be closer to my new clients."

"What?!" her hands smacked the table in excitement and her voice rose up an octave. "We're moving to LA?! That's awesome news, Becs!" People were starting to look over at their table, but Chloe couldn't bring herself to care, this was too huge to try and contain her excitement.

Beca, however, looked so nervous, like she could vomit at any moment. "I can't ask my girlfriend to uproot her life and move across the country with me."

There it was. there was the reason for Beca's nervousness. She was going to try and play the 'we need to break up because it's what's best for you' card again. She could feel the disappointment settle on her shoulders. She had really thought they were past that.

She opened her mouth to object, only to be cut off by the DJ.

"But, I could ask my wife."

Before she could process the words, the server placed a glass of champagne in front of each of them - talk about horrible timing. She was about to ask Beca to repeat herself when a glint of something in her champagne glass caught her eye.

A ring.

A diamond ring.

A diamond ring sitting in the bottom of her glass with champagne bubbling up around it.

She gasped, her eyes locked on the object, although she could feel Beca's stare on her face. She didn't know how long she sat like that, but it must have been long enough to scare the DJ.

"Oh, god, this is too cheesy isn't it? They do it in those stupid chick flicks you make me watch and I just thought it would be romantic but now you're gonna say 'no' and holy shit was this stupid, and I'm stupid and I'm so sor-"

"Babe!" She interrupted, holding up a hand to stop the younger girl's rambling. "You haven't asked me anything yet, how can I possibly say no?"

"Oh!" Beca's voice was barely a squeak. "Right." Chloe watched the girl take a deep breath, and carefully held herself back from just blurting out 'yes' as the words began tumbling over Beca's lips.

"Chloe Beale, you have been my best friend for 20 years; and I swear, every year with you just gets better and better. I know that we have had our rough patches, but the good times make it all worth it. There is literally no one else in the world that I would ever want to wake up next to or kiss goodnight. I can't imagine my life without you, and I really hope that you'll say yes and that you'll move to LA with me, or if you don't want to move to LA then we don't have to. I'll do whatever you want, nothing else even matters. And I'm sorry that this thing is so cheesy, but honestly, you deserve all of the cheesy stuff, Chlo."

Beca's eyes were filled with tears, but she kept going; her expression begging Chloe to listen.

As if she had any intention of interrupting her girlfriend's adorable ramble.

"You could be Chloe Mitchell or I could be Beca Beale, although that sounds ridiculous. Or we could do that weird hyphenated thing Beale-Mitchell or Mitchell-Beale. Or we could make some new last name, I don't even care."

Her voice turned serious, and she dropped to her knees beside Chloe's chair, clutching the redhead's hand tightly.

"Just please, please say yes. Because I don't know what I would do without you - you're my life, and I love you so much more than I ever thought I could love anything, even music. Also, I don't think the jeweler will take the ring back now that it's been in champagne, so . . . " She was smirking now, but Chloe could still see the tears threatening to spill over.

She pretended to think about her answer.

"Well if the ring can't be returned, then I suppose the only answer is for me to wear it. And I think Mitchell-Beale has a nice ring to it -"

"Chlo." Beca's voice sounded strangled. "Please don't fuck with me."

Chloe leaned forward, detaching their hands so that she could cup the younger girl's face.

"Yes. Yes, Beca, I would love to be your wife."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Now please kiss me."

Beca complied swiftly, her lips covering Chloe's until catcalls and applause sounded around them. The DJ pulled back, blushing and returned to her chair, scooting around until she was next to her fiancee.

"I can't believe you said yes!"

"I can't believe you thought I might say no!"

Beca leaned forward again to press their lips in a quick but loving kiss.

"This feels like a dream."

"It's not."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"You'll still be there when I wake up?"

"Every morning for the rest of our lives. You're stuck with me now."

"There's no one else I'd rather be stuck with. Although, there is one hitch in my plan."

"What?"

"I have no idea how to get the ring out of the champagne."

Chloe couldn't help but laugh at the serious look on Beca's face.

"I'll just drink it."

"No! You can't drink it, you'll choke on the ring! Or swallow it!"

"Babe, come on." She rolled her eyes and picked up the glass, tilting it until the cool liquid was tingling down her throat. When it was empty, she mimed choking, pounding her chest before swallowing dramatically. At Beca's frantic look, she grinned, plucking the ring from between her lips with two fingers.

"Jesus, Beale, don't scare me like that!."

Chloe merely shook her head, wiping the ring off with a napkin.

"It's beautiful," She slipped it on. "and it fits perfectly."

"Your mom got hundreds of pictures, helping me pick the right one."

"Did she not like any of them?"

"No, she liked the first one, I just wanted it to be perfect."

"It is perfect, it's all perfect, you're perfect."

She watched as Beca's eyes traced over her face for a long moment before turning to the menu.

"So, dinner- we should probably eat, because I plan on keeping you up all night."

She blushed under the DJ's smirk, she should really be used to the teasing by now, she was going to be married to Beca Mitchell after all.

And i'm always gonna break your fall

If you let me be your safety net even when i know your wrong

And I'll aways be your tried and true

Yeaheaah

When your wings give out on you