Okay, guys, let's address the obvious issue. No, this will not be Triple Treble or Mitchsen. I will, however, be posting an alternate ending where it does end up as TT, if you are so inclined. Because I enjoy it almost as much as I enjoy Bechloe. This story is going to end up Bechloe, I promise. Now that that's out of the way, I'd like to invite you guys to send me prompts on my tumblr: .com. Any Pitch Perfect pairing in any situation. Sorry for the long AN, enjoy!

Beca was not okay with this. Instead of Chloe sitting between her and Aubrey, it was Beca who was in the middle. They were watching some stupid romcom that Beca wasn't paying any attention to (she'd already figured out the end and they were barely ten minutes in). It didn't seem like the other two girls were paying much attention either, more like watching each other over Beca's head. No, she wasn't that short! She'd slouched down, was all!

"You should watch the movie. It's really good," Chloe whispered.

"I'll watch when you do," Beca retorted.

Chloe had nothing to say to that. Beca smirked at her small victory and leaned on her elbow, away from Chloe. She jolted when Aubrey's shoulder settled against hers, but she didn't move. Beca wasn't stupid, she what the fire deep down inside was, the one that ignited at the slightest touch. Okay, maybe it was after a few hours of frantic searching on the Internet and finally determining she didn't have some sort of disease, but she'd never really thought much about that stuff. God knows she'd never let her parents give her 'the talk'; their house was awkward enough without that.

She definitely wasn't going to turn her head and see just how close their faces were, though. She definitely didn't need to see that Aubrey was probably staring at her again, with her pretty green eyes. And she was pretty, there was no argument there. Beca had noticed, because of course she'd noticed, she'd have been crazy not to, especially in her cheerleading skirt, and why was she thinking about this? Stupid Stacie and her stupid theories. Attractiveness aside, Aubrey hated Beca, and Beca hated Aubrey. Or did she? Beca had never really gotten to know her, basically hating her by default.

"I don't hate you." Shit. Why did she say that? She hadn't given her mouth permission to do that. Now Chloe was looking at her, too. Perfect.

"I don't hate you either." There was something in her voice, something Beca hadn't heard before. She really hated not knowing all these emotions.

"Good."

"Yeah." Aubrey turned to face the screen, smiling faintly.

"Beca..." Chloe was frowning. No, no frowning. That's bad.

"What's the matter?"

"You're such a good person!" That did not make any sense.

"There you go, being upset over things that make other people happy. Stop that." She rested her hand over the redhead's, hoping it was okay. She'd never been good with all that 'social cues' bullshit.

Chloe grabbed Beca's hand and pulled it around her shoulders, leaning into the shorter girl.

"Okay, then."

"Stop talking!" a voice from behind them called. Fucking people. Couldn't they see that they were having a groundbreaking moment in their relationship?

The ride home was less awkward, mostly due to the fact that Aubrey was soundly sleeping on Beca. Chloe kept glancing back at them, but stayed quiet. Beca would have said something, but didn't want to wake the blonde, who was now hugging her very tightly in her sleep. She tried to unwrap the crushing arms, but froze when the girl lifted her head. Maybe she wasn't sleeping so soundly.

"Stop moving," she commanded with bleary eyes.

Aubrey returned to her former position, seeming to actually fall asleep when her grip loosened. This was fine by Beca, right up until the older girl's head was suddenly in her lap. She exhaled sharply, face burning fire engine red.

"Fuck!" she whimpered softly. A strange noise that sounded like someone being strangled came from the front seat. Beca leaned over to see Chloe trying to stifle her laughter with one hand.

"Stop laughing!"

"I'm sorry. Not really."

"Fuck you."

"You wish."

"Shut up!" The sudden volume change made Aubrey shift in her sleep, pressing her face into Beca's stomach.

"She really likes you, you know. I don't know if she knows I know, but I do. I see it on her face, I've known her for too long. I probably shouldn't tell you, but if you couldn't see it before, you're blind." Well this just took a serious turn.

"Hey! I did not see it, and I am not an idiot! What are you even talking about? I'm the stupid alt girl, remember? Badass rule breaker with a bad attitude? I don't even know why you or Stacie hang around with me." The look Chloe gave her made Beca suspect she didn't agree.

"You're probably the most dense person I've ever met, and I hang out with the football team as a hobby. Jesus Christ, Beca, you wouldn't be able to tell if a girl liked you if she stripped down and basically molested you, for fuck's sake!" Holy shit. If Chloe was saying what Beca thought she was saying, then they needed to talk.

The car stopped. They were in front of Aubrey's house.

"Aubrey. Hey, wake up Barbie!" Beca poked her in the side. Hard.

"Ow! There are nicer ways of waking me up, you know!" Aubrey scowled.

"I do. C'mon, I'll walk you to your door." Mother of fuck, she'd done a complete 180 in the past two days. Chloe stared them down the entire driveway.

"Thanks. For not hating me, I mean."

"Sorry, that was kind of a random thing to say, in the middle of a movie."

"It's fine. Being told they're not hated is every girl's dream. You're a lady killer, Beca Mitchell." Of course. Let's make fun of the human embodiment of socially awkward.

"I'm sure."

"Can I just..." the blonde trailed off as she quickly pressed her lips to Beca's.

"Yeah. Okay. Uh, see you tomorrow, I guess." Beca offered up a small wave as she walked back to the car.

"Good night, Beca."

Beca sat down, a small smile on her face. Something fundamental had changed tonight, but Beca couldn't actually figure it out. Five minutes passed before she realized they hadn't moved.

"Um, Chloe?"

"I'm okay. I promise." She grinned and put the car in reverse.

"If you say so."

"Hey, wanna come spend the night at my house? It's a little late and I don't want to bother your parents."

"What about your parents?"

"Dad's on a business trip and Mom's visiting family with my little brother. We have the place all to ourselves." A licentious smirk. Beca, all alone with Chloe for the night? Shit.

"Um, okay."

What the fuck was she getting herself into?