Okay guys, I'm sorry it has taken so long to update! I have been a tad bit more distracted than usual… not to mention the Clexa fiasco WHICH I CANNOT TALK ABOUT OKAY BECAUSE OF REASONS *tries to steady breathing* I'm fine. We're fine. All is FINE.

This chapter was going to contain multiple things but then the Beca thought process took longer than I expected so I have decided to break it up. Which means that there will be another update just around the corner! Alright, alright, hold the applause.

Thank you guys SOOOOO much for the comments, they are so encouraging, and they keep me going! Thanks again for your patience and may you never have to loose a LGBT character to a useless death just for the sake of ratings. This has been a public service announcement.

It is truly astounding how many times a person can read the same sentence, over and over, and not remember a goddamn thing they just read. Beca leaned back on the couch with a huff. Okay, so Chloe's boobs were bigger—and firmer, let's not forget firmer—but why in God's name was this such a distraction? It's not like she had never seen boobs before. She lived with Stacie for God's sake. You couldn't live with Stacie Conrad and not see your fair share of boobage.

No, this wasn't about boobs. Well, it was kind of about boobs. But if she were being honest it was more about the barer of boobs, rather than the boobs themselves. Barer of boobs? Jesus, even now she can still hear Fat Amy's random, and usually highly inappropriate, phrases crashing around in her head.

She smiled to herself as she thought about the Bellas. Though she would never admit this out loud, she really did miss those pitches. The place was definitely quieter with just her and Chloe instead of the normal gaggle of Bellas coming in and out at all hours of the day and night. Though, in all actuality, it was really just Fat Amy traipsing about in the wee hours. Yeah, she did miss them. But the one that mattered most was still with her.

Chloe was her person. Her best friend and co-captian. Well, not co-captain anymore, she thought with a pang of sadness. At least they were still together though. Beca wasn't sure what she would have done without Chloe by her side. She wondered if that's a normal feeling to have about your best friend. Though, truth be told, they were more than just best friends. She wasn't sure what exactly they were, but it was definitely more than best friends.

This wasn't the first time she had thought about this, either. It just seemed that recent events had served to force her to really look at their relationship. There was no denying anymore that her feelings for the redhead were leaning more towards attraction than admiration. For so long she tried to tell herself—convince herself—that it was just admiration. But she admired all of the Bellas, in their own way. She even admired Aubrey. Though it was more a combination of fear and admiration, but Aubrey had that affect on people.

Yes, she admired her friends greatly. Loved them, even. But she didn't think about them all day like she did with Chloe. She never found herself short of breath from the subtle waft of their perfume as they walked by like she would with Chloe. She would never catch herself staring at the curve of their throats when they sang. Or feel her whole body blush when they teased her. True, she would still blush. But there was something in the way that Chloe would lean in and her words seemed to brush across the skin of her cheek, into the curve of her ear and right down to her stomach where it would explode into hundreds of tiny butterflies.

Nor did she find herself mesmerized by anyone else's breasts the way she had Chloe's only moments ago. Her hands felt tingly and twitchy as she remembered the weight of them in her hands and the way the soft flesh was spilling over the fabric barely holding together. She shifted uncomfortably. No, she recognized this feeling. Well, as much as she could given that this was the only time she had felt this for a woman, but there was the clear and undeniable fact that she was attracted to Chloe.

Although, what she was feeling for Chloe was different than anything she had ever felt before. It was more. More attraction. More everything. In fact, she would go so far as to say she was in love with her. She sighed and ran her hands over her face. This was not the time to be coming to this realization. Chloe was having a baby. A real life womb-nugget that was going to change everything. Not to mention the fact that Chloe quiet obviously liked men. Hence, the bun that was currently baking in her oven. But a tiny voice in the back of her mind—strangely carrying an Australian accent—was saying, "Yes, one might like hot dogs, but that doesn't mean that they don't also like hamburgers too."

She shook her head to clear the thoughts that were running amok, fairly certain she was probably going crazy. So she was in love with her best friend, big deal, she would just push that to the side like she had these last few years and be there for her friend. Chloe needed her and she wasn't about to let her down.

It was a few hours later when Chloe came waltzing in the door, Victoria's Secret bags dangling from her arm. "Hey Becs! Did you miss me?"

Beca looked up from her current napping position on the couch and yawned, "Don't I always?" Oh god, did she just flirt? Where did that come from? Maybe Chloe didn't notice.

The older girl's progress into the room was paused for only the briefest of moments, her eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly before a slow smirk pulled at her lips and she changed her direction, heading for the couch where Beca sat. Yep, she noticed. Chloe sat down on the couch and pulled out a handful of extremely frilly bras, "You want to see what I got?"

"I am dying to see what you got," Beca replied dryly, earning her a tiny glare that was immediately canceled by the cheeky grin that followed.

Chloe began to, one by one, show off the bras she had just purchased and when she finished she turned to the brunette, leaning over her slightly so that she could be somewhat eye level with the reclining girl now beneath her. "You want me to try them on for you?" she smiled, rather seductively in Beca's opinion, and winked at her.

Beca covered her eyes with her hand and mumbled, "Oh my God" before she felt the softest, most delicate of lips brush her own in a chaste kiss. Her eyes snapped open and she pulled her hand away from her eyes, "Dude! What the—?"

But the redhead just smiled down at her before reaching out to boop her nose with a slender finger, "You're so cute when you're flustered!"

And then just like that, she was gone.

God knows how long it took before Beca was able to regain her ability to speak, but a lot of good it did, for all she could manage to say to the empty room was, "Dude?!"