A/N: Thanks again for the continued support! Updates might slow down a bit, so I have a bit more time to write each chapter, but I will definitely keep them coming. Enjoy!


Beca didn't recall much of the events after the game. She vaguely remembered being grumpy when she was woken up during the night. Now, as she was waking up, she was reminded of her injury by the intense headache. She opened her eyes and looked at her night stand to check the time. She saw the glass of water and painkillers ready for her, which brought back some memories of Chloe being in her dorm room.

She tried to sit up, but felt sore all over her body. Sitting up also intensified her headache. She let out a groan. Right at that time she saw her door move and a bright redhead entered the room. When she saw what Beca was trying she immediately skipped over to help.

"Whoa, calm down there, tiger. Here, let me help you."

She rearrange the pillows so Beca could sit comfortably and then proceeded to help her sit up. She handed her patient the pills and water, who took them eagerly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Well, you know, like someone bulldozed right over me. What happened yesterday? I don't really remember much after the penalty corner."

Chloe gave her the rundown of the event of the previous day. She had just a bit too much pleasure in telling Beca how increasingly grumpy she got every time she was woken up. During the story she sat down on the bed beside Beca and put her hand on Beca's. Surprisingly Beca didn't flinch or retract her hand, which Chloe took as a good sign.

"Look, I really don't want to push you right now, especially since you're in the state you are in, but what is going on with you? Did I do something wrong?"

The look of worry on Chloe's face nearly broke Beca's heart, and she decided that she had to tell her at least with half of the truth. She now lifted her hand to cover the other girl's and opened her mouth to respond, before she was interrupted by a knock on the door. She looked at Chloe, who looked irritated and walked to the door.

"Hi, are you looking for anybody?"

"Yes, I'm Dr. Mitchell, Beca's father, and I'm looking for my daughter. She wasn't at her class this morning, so I figured she would be here. And who might you be?"

Chloe's posture changed immediately when she realized who she was talking to. "Chloe Beale, sir, co-captain of the hockey team."

She stepped out of the way to let the man in. He walked straight to Beca's bed and raised his voice. "Funny, this doesn't look like your intro to philosophy class. Are you really going to skip classes on your first day of college? I can't believe…"

He was now close enough to see the stitches in his daughter's brow and her pale face. "What happened to you?"

Beca didn't look like she had much energy to explain the situation, so Chloe interjected. "Yesterday during the game Beca was tackled by one of the players on the opponent's team. We took her to the hospital to get her stitches and they also diagnosed a concussion."

The look on man's face now went from angry to worried. "Why didn't you call? You could have stayed with me and…"

"The stepmonster", Beca interrupted. "Yeah, I'd rather stay here."

"You could have at least let me know. I didn't even know you had a match. I am still your father you know?"

Beca shrugged, she wanted to say something about his absence during the last few years and him replacing her, but she honestly didn't have the energy anymore. Chloe luckily was able to read Beca perfectly and quickly jumped in.

"Sir, it is no problem, I will make sure she is well taken care of the next few days."

Will now looked at her and nodded hesitantly. "Very well, but Beca, please send me an update from time to time. I do really care about you."

Beca responded with a nod. Her father turned around and left the room. She let out a sigh and fell back into her pillows. She looked had Chloe, who looked startled by the interaction that had just taken place.

"Thank you, Chloe, for everything. I'm sorry you had to see that."

Chloe returned to her spot on the bed and looked at Beca questioningly. "Is that what has been going on with you, was it something with your father?"

"What? No, I really don't care enough about him for that."

Beca looked at Chloe and was shocked when she saw her eyes glisten with what seemed the start of tears.

"Then what is it, because I feel like I did something wrong. Do I make you uncomfortable? Do you not like me? I tried to keep my distance the last week, but that didn't seem to help either. I thought we were having so much fun last week and suddenly you just ran out on me."

Chloe cheeks were now streaked with tears. Beca placed a soothing hand on hers and tried to interject, but couldn't.

"I just feel like I failed as a captain, you know. I'm supposed to be there to listen to you, but you apparently feel like you can't trust me. What can I do to make you trust me, Beca? Because I have been racking my brain and really don't know what more to do."

Beca was now tearing up as well. She hadn't realized that she had caused this much distress in her captain.

"It's not your fault, I'm just really not big on sharing. I wasn't ready to tell you yet, I was scared. I'm so sorry I caused you so much stress, that was never my intention."

"So what's going on then?"

"I-I'm gay."

Chloe started laughing through her tears. Beca looked at her indignantly and awaited an explanation for the sudden outburst.

"Really, that's it? You're gay. Beca, half the team is gay, that really isn't a problem. I thought you were going to say you had killed somebody with a hockey stick, or something."

Beca couldn't believe what she just heard. "What do you mean, half the team is gay?"

"You really didn't know? Cynthia Rose is obviously dating Denise, although they're trying to hide it. I'm pretty sure Stacy has a thing for Aubrey, and I know for a fact Aubrey is not straight. One or two of the sophomores have dated each other, but that never worked out. So you are definitely not a first in this team."

Beca couldn't stop herself from asking the question that has been lingering in her mind. "What about you?"

Chloe laughed. "I like people."

Her face then turned more serious. "But why didn't you feel like you could tell me. I mean, did you think I would be homophobic?"

Beca still was hesitant to share her past with the redhead, but felt like she owed her at least half an explanation.

"Well, I figured out I was gay in high school. I wanted to tell my best friend at the time, who was also the captain of the hockey team. It took me a long time to muster up the courage to tell her. I eventually did and she was fine with it at first. This was during the summer holidays before senior year. During that time I didn't have much to do to keep me occupied, so I mostly hung out with her and played hockey. I taught myself to drag flick. When we came back my friend had become captain, but I turned into the penalty corner specialist. She couldn't handle this, so she wanted me off the team. She started to tell the other girls that I would look at them while we were showering. Eventually I was forced to shower separately and none of the girls wanted me on the team anymore. I wanted to leave too, but decided that she couldn't take that from me, so I sat out the year. Luckily the worst happened right before the season was over, so I only missed one game."

"The worst?"

Beca realized too late what she had slipped. The story she had told Chloe was true, but not complete. At the time this was really all she wanted to tell the other girl. She decided to pretend like she didn't hear the interruption.

"Unfortunately that last game was the championship game, which they lost. Soon after, I left for college, as did most of them, so I never saw them again. And I hope I never will."

At this Chloe hugged her. She felt the still wet cheeks bury in her neck and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Despite the throbbing pain in her head, Chloe managed to spread a warm glow over her body. She released way too soon for Beca's taste and was currently looking at the younger girl.

"It will be different here. We don't care who you like, we care if you are a team player and try to be your best for every practice and every match. We care about you. I know we haven't known you for that long, but everybody was genuinely worried about you. So if there is anything you want to talk about, you can come to me or anybody else on the team. And please do so."

Beca nodded and was happily pulled into another hug. "Thank you so much for everything, Chloe."

Even though she had just woken up, Beca already felt extremely tired. Chloe helped her lie down after she had released her from the hug and looked at her caringly.

"I have to get to class soon, but Stacy offered to check up on you and I will be back soon. If you need anything, please call me or any of the other girls. They all wanted to come see you."


Beca was awoken two hours later by the busty brunette. Stacy dutifully asked her the questions the doctor had given Chloe to make sure she was still okay. Then she got Beca a glass of water and sat down next to her.

"So, how are you feeling?"

"Well, you know, like I was hit by a truck."

"Yeah, it looked like she hit you hard. It was crazy, the ball was already long gone, but she just ran straight on. She was really aiming to hit you."

"How did the game end? Chloe didn't really know, since she was with me, I guess."

"Well, you scored, so the referees couldn't exactly give us a penalty stroke or anything. But they also refused to give the other girl a red card, because they believed she had no intention of hurting you. That was bullshit of course. Aubrey actually received a yellow card for yelling at that girl, so she started yelling at the referee, which earned her a red card. I have never seen her this angry, it was hot."

Beca could distinguish a glister in Stacy's eyes, which reminded her of the remark Chloe had made earlier, and made a mental note to enquire her on it later.

"Then everybody in the team, including Coach Smith, refused to play on, so we just walked of the field. Luckily it was not an official match, so the cards will not stand, but nevertheless Aubrey was fuming. Coach Smith filed a complaint as well, but it is basically their word against ours, so that probably won't result in anything. We will have to get back at those bitches in the next match."

Beca nodded. She wasn't exactly forward to that particular encounter, but she was looking forward to beating them.

"So, when will you be able to play again?" Stacy enquired.

"I don't know actually, Chloe talked to the doctor, so I'll have to ask her when she gets back. But I definitely don't want to miss the first official match of the year.

Now Stacy nodded. "Chloe's been very worried. She kept everybody up-to-date during your visit to the hospital. She refused to go to class, until I offered to check up on you and Aubrey threatened to bench her if she didn't."

Beca had not been aware of how much Chloe had done for her, but it dawned on her now. She had probably not slept too much, since she had woken Beca dutifully every two hours. Besides, she had not left her side since yesterday's events, including the trip to the hospital and the night at Beca's dorm room. Beca would have to make sure to thank her properly for everything when she was feeling better.

"So, what exactly is going on between you and Chloe?"

Beca was taken by surprise. Stacy was staring intently at her, while Beca's face reddened. The smaller girl did not really know how to respond, so decided the best mode of action was to bounce the question right back.

"I could ask the same thing about you and Aubrey."

At this, Stacy's face turned the same color as Beca's and they were both silent for a while. Eventually Stacy spoke up.

"Okay, so I have a thing for Aubrey and you have a thing for Chloe, let's say we keep it at that for now."

Beca agreed. She was a bit anxious about the fact that she had apparently been this obvious. She really needed to get it together for the rest of the year. The deal with her father was for one year, then she would be gone, simple as that. So the next year she didn't need more attachments, especially not a girlfriend. Wait, what? Where did these thoughts about girlfriends come from?

"I have got to go. If you need anything, please call me, or better yet, call Chloe. She wil probably be back soon. Try to enjoy the next few days a little bit." Stacy winked, before walking out leaving a confused Beca behind.