Bechloe. They don't know each other. Random party. A guy hits on Chloe. She grabs Beca and pretends that they're girlfriends. Dancing. Tension. You can take it from there. :)
"Hey," someone says from behind Chloe, his breath hot in her ear. She turns around to see a tall dude with slicked-back brown hair and a well-chiseled jawline standing immediately behind her.
"Uh, hi," Chloe says, wrinkling her nose at the pungent smell of alcohol on his breath.
"You're hot," the guy slurs, snaking his hands around Chloe's waist. "Let's dance."
Chloe tries to pry the guy's large hands from their grasp on her, but he clings to the material of her shirt. "No, thanks," she says, pushing gently at his chest, hoping he'll get the hint.
The guy pulls her in closer to him. He smells like Axe body spray and sweat. "C'mon," he urges, slipping one hand southward to rest on the back pocket of Chloe's jeans.
"Stop," Chloe warns, tugging at the hand.
"Easy there, tiger," says someone from behind Chloe. She turns to the voice, seeing a very small brunette with a multitude of ear piercings.
Chloe grabs the girl's arm with the hand that isn't wrestling with the guy's groping and pulls the girl to her side.
"This is my girlfriend," Chloe says, snaking an arm around her shoulders. The girl raises an eyebrow, and Chloe shoots her a pleading look in response.
"That's right," the girl says, forcing herself between Chloe and the guy. "So back off."
The guy looks from Chloe to her tiny savior stupidly. "Fine, whatever," he mutters. "I'm getting another drink." He releases his grip on Chloe and stalks away.
"Thank you," Chloe breathes, turning to face the girl.
"It's nothing," she says, shrugging under the weight of Chloe's arm, which is still wrapped around her shoulders.
"It is. You're my little knight in shining armor," Chloe says, grinning when the girl rolls her eyes in response.
"I'm Beca," she says.
"Chloe." She retracts her hand from Beca's shoulders, lightly trailing her fingers along the girl's jawline as she does so. "So," she says, "girlfriends, huh?"
Beca smirks. "Guess so."
Chloe inches closer, slipping her hands around Beca's waist, swaying slowly in time with the music.
"Your hands are on my waist," Beca says, looking down at the arms wrapped around her.
"So they are."
"Is this our first date?" Beca jokes, resting her arms lazily over Chloe's shoulders.
"Of course not," Chloe says mock-seriously. "You haven't bought me dinner."
Beca leans in, brushing her nose ever-so-slightly against Chloe's. "Well then, let's fix that," she whispers, and tugs at Chloe's hand, leading them to the door.