Prompt from Lizlovesmusic: 'beca accidentally breaks a bone and Aubrey and Chloe fuss over her.' Not exactly but I hope you'll like it anyway.


"Stop, I said stop!" Aubrey yelled from her place, hoping to stop the fight. She was sure Amy could take that guy, but he had just pushed Beca, and Chloe was covering her eyes fearing the worst and-

"Yeah? And what are you going to do if we don't? Puke all ov—" a punch in jaw shut him up.

"Fuck, that shit hurts!" Beca swore, cradling her hand.

"You bitch," the guy glared at her.

"Wanna try again?" Beca tried to step forward.

"Let's go, he's not worth it," Aubrey dragged her away, Chloe following them.

.

"They never say that it hurts so much," Beca winced as Aubrey wiped away some blood. "Or that his damn teeth will cut your hand."

Aubrey stood up and Beca moved her hand away. "Leave it on the table, I'm not finished."

"It's nothing," Beca said, but left it there.

"It's not," the blonde returned with some gauze. "And…it's…you know…"

"What?"

"You punched him for me."

"Yeah," Beca blushed.

Aubrey kissed her gently on the lips. "Thank you."

"I think that I should get a real kiss as reward…at least," the DJ raised an eyebrow and then smirked as she saw Aubrey leaning in again.

"What the hell, Chloe!" Beca wrenched her lips away from Aubrey's and snatched her hand away from Chloe's touch.

"Sorry, just wanted to feel how it was," the ginger smiled in apology.

"It hurts," Beca deadpanned.

"It was such a turn on, seeing you punch that guy. So badass," Chloe said, fingers trailing over Beca's arm and raising goosebumps.

"If I knew this was the reaction, I would have done so much more."

"No!" Aubrey and Chloe shout.

"He would have reduced you to a pulp," both shivered at Aubrey's words. "He was so big, and you're so little."

"I'm not little!" Beca protested.

"You are," both nodded. "Age wise."

"Physically," Chloe added.

"And personality wise too," Aubrey said, as Beca pouted.

"But you're so cute!" Chloe cooed, poking her cheek, and soon Aubrey joined her.

"I'm not little, and I'm not cute!" Beca stood up and stomped away. She sat on her bed and turned her back to the girls. "I don't like you anymore," she winced as she tried to cross her arms.

Chloe and Aubrey exchanged a look before leaping on the bed and kissing Beca all over the face and neck.

"You love us."

"No."

"You love us."

"No."

"Say that you love us or we're going tickle you," Chloe threatened her.

Beca turned up her nose in defiance.

"I warned you," the ginger said slowly before launching her attack.

"Say it, say it," Chloe and Aubrey chanted as Beca squirmed, trying to get away.

"No," she shrieked. "Stop, stop."

"Not until you say it."

"Uncle."

"Not that," Aubrey teased.

Beca freed her arms and started flailing them around, trying to escape, until her hand banged against the wall. "Motherfucker!"

The tickling immediately stopped.

"Does it hurt?"

"What do you think?" Beca glared, eyes glassy for the unshed tears.

"I find it mildly disturbing that you'd rather hurt yourself than admit that you love us," Aubrey stated.

"Really?" Beca looked at her incredulous. "this is your new strategy? Making me feel guilty?"

"Is is working?" the blonde shrugged, smiling.

Beca glared at her. "No."