"I never pegged you for the bowling type." Chloe was in the process of tying the laces on the scratched up red and white bowling shoes when she turned over to Beca who was sitting beside her on their bench, eyebrows scrunched together as her eyes scanned the neon lit bowling alley. Multiple families and even kids from their school were scattered around the room. Beca could have sworn she saw Aubrey with her pack of barbies three aisles down, she was thankfully for the dim lighting for keeping her presence hidden from her mortal enemy. Maybe that term was a bit excessive but whatever.

Beca realized that Chloe had spoken and when she turned to her...date? Chloe was staring at her with eyebrows raised, obviously waiting for an answer.

"Uh, well Jesse recommended it as a first-" Beca cleared her throat before her tongue betrayed her, "Time hang out..spot."

Chloe wasn't stupid. She knew what Beca was about to say and yes she was disappointed when their supposed 'hang out' wasn't labeled as a date. She liked Beca. Their first encounter was definitely an interesting one but it's the interesting ones that make great stories to how they met. There was something about Beca that made her stand out from the rest. Something Chloe was very interested in learning and maybe even being a part of, if Beca let her.

"Well, remind me to thank him. I love bowling." Chloe winked at her date. She was labeling it and no one can stop her. She stood up and looked through the different types of bowling balls that were lined up. Spinning them around to check the numbers pasted on them.

Beca walked up behind Chloe and looked over her shoulder, the sudden close proximity sent goosebumps up both of their arms. Chloe kept her cool and made the bold move of leaning back until she felt Beca's front press against her. A mischievous grin grew on her face when she heard the faint sound of Beca's breath hitch.

Beca licked her lips and slipped her hands into her front pockets.

"I expect to be impressed then, Beale."

Chloe spun around with a hot pink bowling ball in her hands. They were closer than Beca had thought, close enough for her to get a full whiff of her new perfume. Romance by Ralph Lauren. Nice.

"Ditto," Chloe pressed the ball against Beca's chest, "You first, Mitchell."

Beca scoffed and took the ball into her hand, "Best ones go first, huh."

Chloe smiled and motioned for Beca to step forward.

Beca looked forward at the pins that awaited to be knocked over by her unbelievable skill. She raised the ball and lined it up to her eyes, squinting them slightly before taking a step forward and releasing the ball and watching it roll down the lane in a perfectly straight line. By then she figured her stardom was fulfilled so she turned around and smiled smugly at Chloe who was trying her best to stifle her chuckles. Beca frowned when she didn't hear the pins knock down. She turned around and narrowed her eyes while she saw her ball roll into the gutter.

"What the fuck?"

Chloe walked up behind Beca and wrapped her arm around her shoulders, "Need some pointers?"

Beca rolled her eyes, "I know what I'm doing." She insisted but Chloe wasn't buying it.

Chloe walked over to their bench and returned with another ball, handing it over to Beca and turning the girl around before pressing her body flush up against Beca's back. Running her hands down Beca's arms, Chloe placed her hands over Beca's and positioned them in the correct places on the bowling ball.

"Keep them like this." Chloe whispered in Beca's ear, enjoying the reactions she was getting: shuttered breaths and lip biting.

Beca tried to keep her attention and focus on her hands and even the music that played around them through the speakers that were placed all around the room. But having Chloe's body pressed against her own was a bit distracting to say the least, it felt good. Beca liked to think they fit perfectly well together, no matter how disgusted she was to even think of something so corny. Beca was getting mixed signals. Chloe had shown how touchy feely of a person she is naturally but to Beca it seemed like she was a bit more touchy feely around her. Was that anything she should cling on to? She wasn't sure yet.

Chloe cleared her throat when she realized she lost Beca, mentally. When her date blinked twice and turned her head slightly to lock eyes with her, Chloe smiled brightly and nodded down towards their joined hands which have somehow linked together with their fingers laced.

"Put your fingers in the hole."

Beca swallowed hard at Chloe's poor choice of words and followed suit with the instructions before waiting for the next. Chloe lowered their arms into another position, instructing her of how to throw the ball and soon standing back when it was time for Beca to put her training to the test. Watching the ball roll back towards the pins, wincing when it began to swerve to the side but blinking in surprise when she managed to hit two pins.

Chloe clapped excitedly, "Yay! We're making progress. But I am a great teacher, if I do say so myself."

Beca rolled her eyes out of habit, adding a smile while walking back to the bench with Chloe behind her. They sat down in silence for a moment before Chloe broke it with a small giggle.

"Is it weird that you're the only one I seem to really like in Beacon Hills?"

Beca smirked and rubbed her hands up and down her thighs, "Not at all. There's only a selective few that I actually enjoy the company of and you," Beca bopped Chloe's nose with her finger, "Made that list."

Chloe smiled and bit her lip before speaking in a low voice, "Lucky me."

Beca's eyes betrayed her when they flickered down to Chloe's lips, quickly shooting back up and locking with the bright baby blues in front of her. Chloe smiled and soon found herself leaning in, stopping slightly as if to ask Beca for permission to continue any further. Beca wasted no time on leaning in as well, internally jumping in excitement for getting the right signals from Chloe. They were, not even, four inches from each other when someone cleared their throat from behind them. They moved away from each other and looked up to see Stacie and Aubrey smiling down at them.

"I thought I saw you here, Chloe. But I didn't know it was with...Mitchell." Aubrey said Beca's last name like it left a poor taste in her mouth but she tried her best to smile passed it.

Chloe opened her mouth to respond before thinking better of it and opted for a sweet smile. She looked over at Beca who wasn't ashamed to show her irritation for having been interrupted. She reached over and placed her hand on top of Beca's, lightly stroking her thumb across Beca's wrist.

"Yeah, we're..." It was alright to call it a date in her head but out loud? "Just hanging out."

Chloe kept her eyes on Aubrey so she didn't see the way Beca's face dropped. Aubrey quirked her eyebrow and moved around the bench to the panel in the center of their little station.

"Well, how about we play teams? Stacie and I versus you two?"

Stacie hummed, "Hmm. That sounds pretty cool. Are you two up for it?"

Chloe nodded and turned to Beca who seemed to find agreeing physically painful. The first ones up for each team were Aubrey and Beca. The one that seemed ready enough to be the first to go up was Aubrey so Beca stayed back, subconsciously leaning her shoulder against Chloe's.

"I'm gonna get annihilated." Beca murmured when Aubrey walked up with her ball, each step filled with purpose and confidence, obvious that she knew what she was doing.

Chloe leaned in and kissed Beca on the cheek, "Calm down. You'll be fine, just remember what I taught you."

Beca was too distracted from the tingling feeling Chloe left on her cheek to realize that Aubrey got a strike and was voicing her victory on her way to her and Stacie's bench.

"Your turn, Mitchell. Wake up."

Beca shuffled up to her feet and grabbed a ball that the three figured would be too heavy for the small girl to carry but she carried it with ease, even adding a nonchalant swing on her way up. The lane seemed longer and more narrow when Beca stepped before it. She blinked a couple of times to focus her vision and raised the ball up to aim before following through, tentatively watching the purple ball roll down the lane and, unfortunately, roll into the gutter at the last second.

Aubrey snorted, "Nice shot, Mitchell."

"Nice shot, Mitchell." Beca mimicked in the girliest voice she can make as she kicked at the waxed floor in defeat.

Chloe pushed herself up and grabbed a ball before going over to Beca.

"Lemme try a new method."

Beca allowed herself to be spun back around to face the lane once again. Chloe leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

"Don't think about Aubrey. Don't think about anything...except..me," Chloe bit her lip and leaned closer to Beca's ear, "Naked."

Beca's eyes shot open and before she can question this new type of teaching, Chloe skipped back to their bench. Beca licked her lips and steadied her breathing, shutting her eyes and slowly opening them. Her eyes glowed yellow for a moment while she studied the lane in front of her, and before she knew it, the ball was flowing out of her hand and speeding down the lane, hitting all ten pins.

Beca's eyes flickered back to their normal color, she smiled brightly at her strike, shooting her arm up to steady the body that launched itself on her side.

"Wow. Now I know what motivates you." Chloe purred.

Beca turned to her and blushed, lowering her gaze because she was slightly embarrassed but then again she was glad they were heading in the right direction.

Stacie clapped and looked at Chloe, "What did you say to her?"

Chloe shrugged, "Words of encouragement."

Aubrey narrowed her eyes at Beca before shooting up from her seat and marching over to the food counter. Beca and Chloe returned to their seats to praise over Beca's amazing strike. Chloe's wandering hand occasionally finding its way to Beca's thigh while they talked. Beca needed to thank Jesse when she got home.

They never discussed their almost kiss that night. After dropping Chloe off at home, Beca was planning to give it another try when Chloe's father appeared at the doorway, greeting them both before telling Chloe that her mother needed help with dinner. So there was no kiss that night. They never confirmed it to be a date either but Beca had a feeling there was going to be a time and place where her questions will be answered and she had a feeling the odds will be in her favor.

Jesse shot his nerf gun at his web cam the next morning when he received the Skype call from Beca. Peeling the suction cup dart off the webcam, Jesse smiled cheekily at Beca who seemed to have gotten an early start that morning.

"Why is Beca Mitchell awake an hour before school starts? Someone call Nasa because I'm sure the answer to that question is beyond our understanding."

Beca flipped him off and stretched her arms over her head, letting out a yawn and dropping her head down to her keyboard.

"Duuuude."

Jesse snickered, "What?"

Beca spun herself around in her desk chair, "You were right about bowling."

Jesse fist pumped, "I knew it. So tell me everything. I want all the details from start to finish, my friend."

Beca ran her tongue over her top teeth before clicking it on the roof of her mouth.

"I'm not sure if it was a date but I think it also..wasn't not a date."

Jesse processed that for a moment, "Why do you say that?"

Beca averted her eyes and smiled, "We almost kissed."

"What! Oh man, dude, that's awesome! Then it was definitely a date."

Beca shook her head, still skeptical to put a label on the previous night.

"Nah, she told Aubrey we were just hanging out. Which is probably my fault because-"

"Aubrey was there?!" Jesse exclaimed, "That is betrayal. How can you not call me."

Beca rolled her eyes and began to fiddle with the feather pen she had lying on her desk.

"She was being a bitch as usual so you really didn't miss much."

Jesse shook his head and blinked, "I'm disappointed in you. I thought our friendship revolved around trust!"

Nick opened the door to his son's room and peaked inside.

"Hey, Jess. You're gonna be late."

Jesse dipped his head back and groaned, "Fiiine," Looking back at Beca on his computer screen, he said, "I'll see you in school?"

Beca nodded, "Yeah. See ya."

Jesse signed out and swiveled around to face his father who tapped on his watch.

"I know I know."

Nick ruffled Jesse's hair as he passed by him, "Atta boy."

Amy whipped her jersey on Beca's back after practice that day after school, earning a yelp from the werewolf followed by a low growl.

"Bitch."

Amy smirked and walked out of the locker room. Beca was the last to hit the showers that afternoon so she took her time to grab her towel and soap, walking over to a stall and pushing the curtain aside and turning the water on. The steam flowed around her while she ran her loofa over her arms and chest, suds forming with every stroke, a soft tune building up in the pit of her throat before finding its way past her lips. The chorus of Titanium echoed off the tiled walls of her stall as Beca's smooth alto voice rang throughout the locker room, Beca was busy lost in her own world to realize that her curtain was being pushed aside.

"I love that song!"

Beca whipped around, "Dude!" She pushed the curtain shut, grabbing what ever was in her reach to cover her delicates before turning the water off.

Chloe pushed the curtain aside again, "Beca, calm down. We have the same lady parts. Although, I can see why lacrosse is such a big thing here. It's great for the booty, huh?" She winked.

Beca blushed and pressed herself deeper into the wall, "Are you seriously flirting with me right now."

Chloe giggled, "Would you rather I not?"

Beca looked over her shoulder at the smiling girl, "I'd rather have some clothes on."

"So you're not opposed to the flirting." Chloe winked again, making Beca have certain thoughts about a certain ginger.

Beca shut her eyes and turned her head back, pressing her forehead against the tiles.

Chloe bit her lip, "Anyway, I was looking for you because I wanted to go on another date."

Beca slowly and cautiously turned her head back around, "Another?"

Chloe nodded confidently, "I'm calling last night a date," Chloe suddenly turned slightly vulnerable, "If that's..okay with you?"

Beca smiled despite her current state and fully turned around when she was certain she was fully covered.

"Yeah. Another date sounds nice."

Chloe smiled brightly and ducked her head, "Cool." She looked back up and made no effort to hide the fact that she was rather enjoying Beca's lack of clothes, her eyes raking down every water droplet covered surface on Beca's body. Once Chloe's eyes flickered back up to Beca's, she bit her lip, fairly certain that her eyes must have grown immensely darker. For the sake of the schools policy and of her respect for herself and for Beca, Chloe handed Beca her towel and stepped away.

"I'll text you the details."

The shower curtain was pushed back into place and Chloe was strutting out of the locker room, leaving Beca standing there with a flustered face. Maybe it was because of the steam around her. Her eyes glowed bright, Chloe had more than just one affect on her and Beca wasn't sure if she should be worried or not.