Beca didn't knock. She just turned the door knob and walked into the apartment. She didn't want to overthink this, she didn't want to think at all but Aubrey had been right, this was her chance. Whether it was the last, the only or one of many, it didn't really matter because Chloe deserved the truth. Because now Beca knew what she felt, and Chloe deserved to know, too. If she could just move away from the door and walk into the living room where Chloe lay on the couch, holding that cute little white bunny that was usually sitting on her bed, oblivious that she was even there.

"Bulletproof, nothing to lose, fire away, fire away," she heard Chloe sing to herself and it made her heart beat that much louder in her ears. Damn, had she really been this blind? How long had this been going on?

Beca took a step and it roused Chloe.

"Aubrey?" But when she lifted her head, she saw a smaller stature standing in the dimness of the hall. "Beca?" she asked and the DJ came over slowly.

"Hey," she said.

"Are you alright? I thought Aubrey would take you home."

"Yeah, I thought so, too. But... she brought me here. She thought we should talk," Beca told Chloe who now stood from the couch and pushed her hand into her flaming red hair, at the same time trying to adjust her hoodie. Then she noticed that she was still holding the bunny and pushed it behind her back. Beca had so smile at that, it was a small smile but it already made her feel better.

"Talk?" the redhead asked and Beca nodded. She took two more steps toward Chloe and now stood at the end of the couch.

"Aubrey thought I should tell you..." the brunette cleared her throat. "That I'm in love with you." It was little more than a whisper, though it carried in the silence of the room and Chloe must sure have heard her.

"What did you say?" she still asked and took a step toward her friend.

"I'm in love with you," Beca repeated but didn't look at the redhead who came still closer.

"Say it again," she told the brunette who now looked up and into those shining blue eyes that had possibly been the reason all of this had started. They were her kryptonite, Beca became suddenly aware.

"I'm in love with you," she said with more conviction as Chloe stepped right into her personal space, touching her arms as if to make sure that Beca was really there and really saying what she was saying. She was and she was. Chloe smiled.

"One more time, please," she said and bit her lip to keep from laughing. Beca suddenly felt giddy, Chloe seemed to like what she had told her, she seemed happy about it.

"I'm in love with you," she told her, earnestly. They looked into each other's eyes, locking onto each other, melting into each other and then Chloe cupped Beca's cheek.

"Good," she simply stated and then their lips met for the first time.

It wasn't like an electric current, it was more like a bolt of lightning that shot right though her. And she certainly came alive from it. The feel of Chloe's lips on her own was... indescribable. It felt so much better than anything she had ever felt, ever wanted to feel and it unbalanced her. But that was okay because Chloe was right there to ground her again, to hold her and pull her close. Their bodies met and there were more shocks, more sparks, ripples that went through both of them. It made them both light-headed and breathless. They parted for air and came back together, again and again. After awhile they sank onto the couch, holding onto each other still, not breaking their lips apart but intensifying their lock onto each other. Moaning, murmuring, giggling and kissing, always kissing.

"Beca," Chloe moaned and it sent a shock right into the DJ's lower anatomy. She pulled the taller woman on top of her, leaning back into the couch, forgetting everything that was not Chloe. And the redhead came over her, pressing her into the cushions, all her curves meeting Beca's own, igniting passion and heat and raw want.

"Chloe," Beca answered the other girl's moan with her own, pulling her closer into her still. Their tongues started dancing, as did their hips as they pressed into each other in their rhythm while hands disappeared under clothing, feeling hot skin.

"You feel so good," Chloe murmured.

"And you," Beca gave back. "I want this off," she said and pulled the zipper on Chloe's hoodie down. She pushed it off her shoulders and was delighted to only find a bra underneath. She growled in her throat and buried her face in Chloe's cleavage. The redhead started to giggle and Beca looked up at her, grinning.

Chloe carressed her cheek, looking deeply into her eyes.

"I love you, Beca," she then said and smiled. Beca felt all breath leave her, her heart hammering so wildly in her chest she thought it might burst - with love and with pride and with lust and devotion and all those feelings she never had for Jesse.

"I love you, Chloe," she vowed and felt the same smile pull at her lips. "Amazing," she then said and they both giggled.

"It is," Chloe confirmed. But then they both felt the vibration in Beca's jeans. It made Chloe jumped.

"Tell me that's your phone," she chuckled.

"Of couse, it's my phone. What did you think?" Beca said in mock outrage.

"Well, I thought maybe you brought a little toy," she gave back and moved from Beca's lap so she could get at her phone. They both giggled until Beca had pulled her phone free and looked at the display: Jesse. She closed her eyes for a moment, that guy really had the lousiest of timings. Her guilty conscience berated her for these thoughts immediately. It wasn't his fault that she was losing control, fallling for her best friend and cheating on him. He didn't even know what was happening, although it was only a matter of time that she would have to tell him.

"Yeah," she said into the phone a moment later, so as not to make this guilt trip that was eating at her too long.

"Hey, babe, what's going on? Your dad called and asked if you were with me. He sounded worried," Jesse told her.

"Now that's a first," Beca answered sarcastically. Chloe next to her started to get up but she caught her hand, begging her with her eyes to stay. Chloe sat down again, holding Beca's right hand in both her own.

"What's going on, Beca? Did you fight? About going to L.A.?" he guessed.

"Well, kind of but... It's a little more complicated and... well, you don't have to worry. Aubrey gave me a ride, so..."

"You want me to come over? We could talk about it." The truth or one more lie? Beca wondered. She could tell him that Kimmy Jin was there and that it was really not a good time. They would talk tomorrow.

"I'm with Chloe right now. Can this wait until tomorrow, please?" she said and for a moment it was silent on the other end of the line.

"Is there something you wanna tell me?" he then asked tentatively.

"We have to talk about some things, yes, but... I can't right now. I have to think about some things tonight but we'll talk about it, I promise."

"Alright. But you're okay, right? I mean... you should probably call your dad or your mom. I think she was with him when he called," Jesse told her.

"I'll call them and, yeah, I'm good... considering," she added. "I need to go now, so..."

"Okay, call me tomorrow and we'll meet."

"Will do. Bye, Jesse," she said and hung up.


Chloe was still holding her hand, looking at Beca expectantly.

"I'm doing this all the wrong way," Beca said and looked up at Chloe.

"There is no right way to do this, Becs," the redhead told her. They looked at each other and then Beca's eyes fell lower to the exposed skin of Chloe's body.

"You're getting cold," she said and was starting to look for Chloe's hoodie when the taller woman put Beca's hand on her breast. Beca gasp as her eyes flitted back to Chloe.

"Not if you touch me," the redhead argued. They both felt the heat of that simple gesture roll through them, it told them what they had to do, wanted to do.

Chloe got off the couch and pulled Beca up as well.

"Come with me," she said and led the younger woman into her bedroom. She turned on the light and closed the door.

Chloe pulled Beca into her embrace, losely but lovingly. She stroked Beca's cheek and pushed her hair back out of her face.

"I want to be with you, Beca. I want to touch you, all of you. Is that okay or do you need more time?" Beca shook her head.

"I don't need more time, I just need you," she said. Chloe smiled at her then she started opening the buttons on Beca's shirt, one at a time.

"I like the color of this, it matches your eyes," she said. "Especially when they're dark like now." She pushed the shirt from Beca's shoulders and now they were both standing in their bras, sharing their first intimate contact, feeling the excitement when skin touched skin.

"I thought it was gonna be... awkward. The first time. I don't feel awkward, I feel... warm, and safe, and..." Beca took a shuddering breath. "... aroused."

"That's how you know it's right," Chloe told her. "It should always feel this way. And I'm glad I can give you this," she kissed Beca. "... and so much more."

They kissed deeply, their bodies coming together, hands carressing naked skin. The exchange grew heated, their breaths labored. Chloe pulled Beca to her bed and onto it, losing no time to help the brunette out of her pants. She pulled off her own sweats and slid on top of Beca. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, they both moaned at the contact.

"Chloe," Beca pleaded but didn't even know for what. All she wanted was her touch, her kiss, her breath. But how could she even ask for all of this when it meant life would stop. And it must have because there was no amount of time or space that could contain such beauty, such love and desire. Beca's vision filled with warmth, her hands tasted skin, her mouth kissed on Chloe's beauty. It was all there, in the way the redhead sucked at her finger, eyes that raked the skin spreading goosebumps, a kiss to her inner thigh. And she came and came again with Chloe lovingly embracing her, pushing into her, sucking and tasting and kissing every inch of her body.

Time stood still as they made love to each other. And then it was morning.


It was a closing door that woke her but her conscience was setting in too late to even realize as much. What she did realize was that she was naked - which she usually wasn't - and that someone was holding her. That someone was female, her body told her. That someone was Chloe, her mind remembered, together with all kinds of wonderful and earth-shattering sensations from the night before.

Beca's hand stroked the naked skin of Chloe's arm.

"You're awake," Chloe whispered into her ear and the brunette had to smile. She leaned backward, turning her head so that she could see the other woman. It was a beautiful sight.

"Just barely," she said and smiled at the redhead. "Maybe a good-morning-kiss will help waking me up," she wondered aloud and Chloe giggled. It didn't take more to get her to touch her lips to Beca's and it didn't take long at all until the redhead was lying on top of the DJ, their bodies waking to a deliciously slow rhythm of reacquaintance.

"You don't really wanna go there this early, do you?" Beca murmured between kisses.

"It's not that early. Aubrey just left for her morning run, so it's probably around nine," the redhead answered. She ceased the movements of her hips, though, and rolled onto her side off of Beca who pouted lightly. Chloe pulled at her lower lip and they started giggling.

"Did you hear Aubrey come home last night?" Beca asked.

"No, I was a little distracted," she grinned.

"So was I," the brunette agreed. "You don't think she could hear us, do you?" Beca blushed lightly at the thought and some more when she read Chloe's self-confident grin a moment later. "Really?" Beca buried her face in her hand.

"The walls are pretty thin," she confirmed and chuckled at Beca's embarrassment. "Hey, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Believe me," Chloe waggled her eyebrows at the brunette who took her hand from her face and looked at the taller woman.

"Really?"

"You, my lovely, are quite talented. And I'm not talking about your music-mixing-skills or your voice - though you really make sexy little noises with it," Chloe complimented her lover.

"You make sexy noises as well, especially that strangled little moan that escapes whenever I do this," and Beca flicked her tongue over the pulse point on Chloe's neck and heard exactly the noise she had been aiming for. "Last night was amazing, Chlo," she then whispered into the redhead's ear.

"Yes, it was but... will it be a... one time-only?" Chloe asked. She didn't dare look at Beca as she waited for an answer and the brunette wondered whether she should be insulted by the lack of trust in her friend. Considering what Chloe had gone through with Aubrey and how little they had talked the night before this was probably understandable.

"Not that it was only one time last night but, no. I meant what I said, Chloe. I'm in love with you, and I do love you. I won't go back from here," she told the other woman. Chloe smiled at her happily.

"I'm glad to hear it," she said and kissed the brunette on her temple. They leaned their faces against each other, cherishing any kind of touch they could establish.

"Can I ask you about something?" Beca asked earnestly and Chloe looked at her from a very close proximity, she nodded and smiled, her nose rubbing against Beca's cheek. The brunette chuckled lightly but sobered again before she said: "You and Aubrey, you were together?" Chloe pulled herself up on her elbow, looking down at the smaller woman.

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"Aubrey told me," Beca said and they looked at each other for a long moment. Then Chloe nodded.

"Yes, our second year. We... saw a lot of each other that first summer. Aubrey had some problems at home and spent some time with me and my family, we got close. Not romantically or sexually at that point, just close friends. Then we came back to Barden and moved in together and things progressed from there. One night we kissed and then... I was her first woman - only woman so far, I think. I fell in love and I think so did she - although she would never say it. And then someone made a remark at some party and Aubrey totally flipped... not infront of everyone but when we were at home. She became paranoid that someone could find out and this kinda started people noticing that something was off. Alice suspected something and Aubrey couldn't handle it. She broke it off, we almost lost our friendship, too. That was pretty hard for both of us," she told Beca.

"It must have been hard for you." Chloe nodded.

"It was. Aubrey broke my heart. We had been happy together before that stupid Treble made a remark about wanting to see some lesbian Bellas action," Chloe made a face.

"It was a Treble?" Chloe nodded again. "No wonder, Aubrey hates them so much," Beca commented and Chloe had to smile.

"She's got far better reasons than just that one," the redhead told Beca.

"If you say so. But... you don't... I mean you don't have feelings for her anymore, do you?"

"Of course, I do, Beca. She's my best friend. I love Aubrey. But I'm not in love with her," she added quickly when she saw Beca's face grow pensive. "I'm in love with you. I just hope..." Beca looked at her questioningly. "I just hope you won't hurt me like she did."

"I won't, Chlo, I... I will talk to Jesse. I will tell him about us and I will end it with him," she promised. "And I will tell my mom... that she was right all along..." Beca rolled her eyes.

"I don't think she will hold it over you," Chloe told her.

"No, that's not it. But we were fighting over it all and... she told me why she was so persistent about this," the brunette said as her hand played with Chloe's. "Remember when she told us about that phone call I made after finals?"

Chloe nodded.

"Apparently, after I told her about Jesse, I told her about you.. rather elaborately."

"Oh?" Chloe made. Beca rolled her eyes again but smiled.

"Yeah, I told her how talented you were and how amazing and how... beautiful..."

"You told your mom I was beautiful?" Chloe smiled delightedly.

"Repeatedly for about an hour." The redhead chuckled at the answer then she remembered something:

"Wait, after the finals? Where you..."

"Kissed Jesse for the first time? Yes... I kissed Jesse, called my mom and told her all about you."

"Huh? You were holding out on me," Chloe huffed.

"I was holding out on myself," Beca clarefied. She pulled Chloe's face to her and kissed her. "I was so stupid... I can't even understand it. I was always so connected to myself. I don't know what happened. It all just got away from me for awhile."

"And now?"

"Now I see you and... feelings everywhere," she said and she flailed with her arms. Chloe chuckled at her antics.

"I know that feeling." Chloe lay her head back next to Beca's, nudging her cheek with her nose before she kissed her there.

"Promise me something?" she asked after awhile.

"What's that?"

"We'll tell the Bellas. Not just after awhile, or something but as soon as possible. Tomorrow at rehearsals. I don't wanna hide this from our friends. I want them to know that I love you and that you love me." She said and Beca's face turned thoughtful.

"They'll think I'm an idiot," she stated. "And a slut."

"Seriously? You think Stacie will think you're a slut? Or is it Cynthia Rose you're referring to? Fat Amy, maybe? Think about this, Beca. These are the girls who were so proud of you when you came home after you've been to prison. They worship you and they love you with all their hearts, my little idiot," Chloe grinned and then leaned in for a kiss.

"Calling someone an idiot isn't very nice. I hope you're not planning on making this some kind of cute-ass nickname. Because I won't listen to anything you're saying when you call me that. Just so you know," Beca warned her lover. Chloe grinned.

"I don't think you're an idiot anyways... not even a tiny one," she teased and tickled Beca. The brunette tried to stay cool but started squirming under Chloe's attack.

"Stop this, you!"

"I what?"

"You... ginger!"

"Hah!" They laughed together and Choe pulled Beca into a tight embrace.

"You're my love," she said after awhile and kissed the smaller girl on the jaw.

"I'm your love," Beca confirmed. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, safe in her lover's arms.