A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the late update, I had a crazy hectic weekend! I've got a busy weekend this week as well, but I'm hoping to have the update up on Sunday, although I can't make any promises at this point. Enjoy Chapter Seven! XOXO.

Chapter Seven

Beca's train was quick to board and as soon as they got moving she got sat down and made a playlist for Chloe's brothers party. It was long, hopefully long enough to last the entire party. And it had none of Chloe's stuff on it, because she knew that the redhead would already be interrogated by the various mothers at the party. She put Chloe's favorite songs, including a few new mixes she had with Chloe in mind.

After settling on the final list she emailed it to Chloe and jumped in the shower. She felt gross and knew that a shower would help clear her head, maybe even give her a new perspective on her mix. The shower itself took her almost an hour because, well, she was showering on a moving train, which is not an easy thing to do. She fell over four times and eventually just gave up trying to stand and ended up sitting on the little bench inside the shower, forcing herself to forget how many other people must have sat in the same place.

The DJ had hoped the shower would make her feel better, but instead it just pissed her off, so once she had finished she put on some pajamas and made her bed. She hadn't even had dinner yet, but she wasn't in the mood to work on her mix. Beca considered texting Chloe to see how her brother's party was going, but figured that her girlfriend would text if she needed entertainment. She put on her headphones, turned up her music, and watched many small Washington towns pass by the train.

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"Mom, I'm doing the music," Chloe stated firmly. Music was kind of her thing and she definitely didn't want a bunch of high school boys in charge of the music. They wouldn't hear anything but the gangster rap the small town Minnesota boys listened to in order to seem cool.

"That's fine darling, but why?" Annabelle asked her daughter.

"Because if you do it, you'll play my music and I don't really want to deal with all the parents judging my life choices –which you and I both know they will, especially with Mrs. Russell there- and if Declan does it, it will be terrible music that only the boys will want to listen to." Chloe walked over to the stereo and put in the disc she had burned from the playlist Beca sent her. She turned around and noticed her brother had entered the living room as well, plopping himself down on the couch.

"Declan, I swear to god if any of your friends try to hit on me I will punch them in the face," which did nothing but elicit an eye roll from her brother. "Fine, don't want me to hit them? Then I'll just do what Beca suggested and tell them about the really hot sex we had before I left..."

"Eww oh god Chloe, please, just hit them!" Declan said, blushing. "And anyway, not a lot of high school guys are gonna admit to listening to your music... Believe me, if people don't know you're my sister, I won't bring it up. People always assume I'm a rich stuck-up asshole or they tell me about how 'smokin' you are. I don't wanna hear that shit."

"Whatever D, but tell Tommy Kipling to keep it in his pants, okay?" Chloe called to her brother who was walking down the hall to answer the door which had just chimed. Remote in hand she clicked on the music and sighed. She hadn't had anything to drink yet and the time to deal with a bunch of high school boys, their judgmental mothers, and dads who always brought up her childhood in an attempt to avoid the fact that she had actually grown into a successful woman, was now.

Not to say that Chloe wasn't happy for her brother. In fact, she was very excited for him. She remembered going to her older brother's hockey games with Declan as a kid. He always wanted to be just like them. His team was doing amazing this season and she was actually able to go to a game, not just see video clips her mother sent her. But, a house full of practically half of Grand Marias paled in comparison to the evening she could be having with Beca in the city.

"Chloe Beale!" called the boy who had walked in the door, bro hugged Declan, and kicked off his shoes. Yes, this tall, blonde haired, blue eyed douche in a snap-back was none other than the dreaded Tommy Kipling. Oh god, she thought. This is gonna be a long night...

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Twenty minutes later everyone had arrived and Chloe had dodged the advances of three of her brothers teammates. To make matters worse, she had been talking to so many people that she hadn't had the time to text Beca. She was finally able to break away when her mother sent her to the basement pantry for more chips, as the hockey team had already gone through the bags they brought up for the party.

As soon as she was downstairs she sat on one of the couches in their quasi-home theatre and pulled out her phone. No texts, no calls, nothing. Already annoyed with the party, she texted Beca.

This party is hell and my mom's car is blocked in the driveway. Come bail me out when I get caught trying to hotwire a car so I can go to a bar?

After she hit send she quickly checked Twitter and Instagram, grabbed the chips from the pantry, and walked back upstairs. Annabelle sent her up to the bonus room, as a lot of the boys were up there playing pool, pinball, and ping pong. Chloe walked in to chaos. There were guys everywhere, her eyes stung from the cloud of Axe she could smell, and it looked like they had found some silly string.

She attempted to find her brother, give him the food, and then bail, but wasn't able to. "Ayeee, Red!" A burly guy in a Detroit Red Wings jersey said.

"Hey Cody, what's up?" Cody and Declan had been close friends for a long time, so she wasn't too upset to talk to him.

"Nothing much, Declan's working us like crazy, I barely have time to do anything else, and I'm second captain!" he laughed.

"Well he's got a lot to live up to with his brother's records," she gestured to the various ribbons and trophies in a large case at the far end of the room.

"Oh yeah, I get that. Everyone knows Frankie's a fuck-up, but Rose is actually doing really well for herself." Frankie, Cody's older brother had gotten a girl pregnant senior year of high school. They both finished school, but her parents insisted they get married. He was now stuck in an unhappy marriage with three kids, working in the lumber industry, and drinking himself to death.

"Jeez, I haven't talked to Rose since we were both home for spring break senior year of college... God, that feels like so long ago. Where is she now? I remember she was looking at med school, right?" Rose was in the same year of school as Chloe. They had never really been close friends, but with a graduating class of less than 50, everyone was "friends" with each other.

"Yeah, she was. After she graduated from Minnesota State she ended up at the University of North Dakota for Sports Med. They've got a really good program there. She's one of the doctors for the Red Wings now, actually. Like she travels with them for games and stuff. Obviously if they get hurt they go to the hospital, but the teams like to have someone to monitor them regularly. Like someone who knows their history. So that's Rose. She really loves it."

Chloe could tell that Cody was proud of his sister. She wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but she knew that after Frankie, Rose was sort of a saving grace for their family. "That's really cool. You should tell her to give me a call if she's ever in LA, we can grab lunch. Although I don't exactly know how often they're playing hockey there," she laughed.

"Couldn't tell you," he said, laughing jovially. He looked over at a few of the guys who had been playing ping pong, but now appeared to be about to wrestle. Cody was stocky, and at least 6' 3", so she wasn't at all surprised when he said, "I should go take care of... That. It was nice talking to you Chloe."

"You too," she smiled.

Chloe hung around for a few more minutes, watching the guys. It was so high school. Everything they were doing, saying, it was all very typical. Just as she was turning to leave, the song changed, and she heard one of the team say, Roger something, she couldn't remember his last name, "Ayeee Dec, this beat is dope! Who is it?"

Declan looked up from the pool table. "I dunno man, ask Chloe, she's in charge of the music," he said while lining up his shot.

"Hey Ginger Spice, who's playing?"

"Oh, it's a mix by DJ Titanium, you've probably heard of her. Although you probably haven't heard this one... It's not on any of her albums. I helped her with it," the redhead said, beaming with pride. It was actually another of her favorite mixes, so she was glad to hear it.

"Aww man, that's that one DJ, the chick. She's hot!" he said.

"Tell me about it," Chloe said off-handedly.

"Hold up, you know DJ Titanium? I tried to get tickets to her concert in Minneapolis but it was sold out. Dammit D, you coulda hooked us up." Declan just mumbled something about how he only met her a few times and that he did go to that concert before he was saved by Chloe.

"Know her? Uhm, yeah, you could say that. We've been dating for almost four years now..." Chloe said with a lighthearted laugh.

"Fuck man, that is so cool!" Another one of the guys chimed in. "Roger's right, girl's bangin'!"

"And I'll be leaving now, before I have to hear more about how hot my girlfriend is. I've seen it all already." She winked at the group of guys listening to her who began to holler and walked out.