Chapter 8
A/N: Whatever cloud of horror had descended over the last chapter is gone, and this one was super fun to write :-).
Beca sleepily opened her eyes at the gentle knocking on her bedroom door, resisting the urge to burrow back beneath the covers when it slowly opened letting light into the room. Chloe must have realized the situation, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
"Hey."
Beca appreciated the soft tone, trying to pull her mind from the foggy sleepy feeling. "Morning," she yawned, turning her face into her pillow.
Chloe kept her distance, though Beca was aware of her unwavering gaze.
"Quit staring at me, Beale," Beca muttered, forcing herself to sit up a little and rub at her eyes, unaware that her tank top had ridden up high on her stomach during the night. Gathering her bearings, Beca finally focused her gaze on the redhead, growing impatient waiting for her to explain her presence.
"As much as I love being woken up early," Beca drawled, her lips curling into a semi-frustrated smile before continuing, "Why exactly am I awake?"
Chloe's eyes snapped up to meet hers, seeming to shake out of her thoughts. "Aubrey's flight landed and she's catching a cab here. I thought you might want some notice before we have company."
Beca sighed, both grateful at the heads up and irritated at the thought of Aubrey infiltrating her home. Processing those words for a second, Beca suddenly made a connection she hoped was wrong. "Wait... is Aubrey staying here? Like, overnight?"
Chloe's eyebrow rose as she answered, "Of course. I can't make her get a hotel. It's only for two nights... surely you can survive that."
"But... where is she sleeping?"
"With me."
Beca frowned at that answer, and at the easy tone with which Chloe answered her. "What?"
Chloe didn't look bothered at all, replying, "We've shared a bed many times before. It's not a big deal."
"Uh..." Beca trailed off, unsure why exactly she was so uncomfortable with that idea. Maybe discomfort wasn't accurate... she hated the idea of Chloe sharing a bed with Aubrey.
Chloe seemed to pick up on it, and Beca decided she also hated the knowing smile that graced the redhead's face. "Bec... are you worried about Aubrey and I sharing a bed? You know we're just friends..."
"What... no, it's fine," Beca stuttered, wondering where all that honesty from the night before had gone. It should be easy for her to just tell Chloe that yes, it did in fact bother her and she'd much rather find another solution... like maybe Chloe sleeping in here with her. "Oh shit..."
Chloe crossed her arms over her chest. "Okay, so you suck at lying. We've covered that. Also, if you don't want me to sleep with Aubrey just say so."
Beca closed her eyes trying to block out the images that Chloe's words unintentionally caused, growing more irritated by the second at the way this conversation was going. She knew there was no reason to be jealous of Chloe and Aubrey's friendship, and she had bigger problems to focus on... like the fact that she was now thinking about Chloe in her bed and what actions might follow that scenario.
"You just caught me off guard... it's fine, I promise," Beca sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "How long do I have before she gets here?"
Chloe shrugged, apparently letting it go. "Thirty minutes," she answered, turning to leave. Pausing at the door, Chloe half-turned to look at her. "You know Bec, if you want me in your bed... all you have to do is ask."
Beca flushed at her tone, her irritation coming back at Chloe's flirty teasing. "Yeah, well I don't. At all... so don't worry about it."
Chloe chuckled and slipped out her door, her voice floating back through the opening, "Whatever you say. Also, it's almost noon... get your ass up."
Beca waited until she was certain Chloe was gone before flopping back onto her bed, grabbing a pillow and pressing it over her face. Her body felt hot, and she was certain Chloe knew exactly the effect her words would have.
She'd barely managed to keep her jaw from hitting the floor last night when Chloe suggested they go to bed, quickly scowling at Chloe's teasing laugh before the redhead placed a quick kiss on her cheek and threw a "goodnight" over her shoulder as she entered her bedroom. Beca had been rooted to the spot for a minute processing all that came with the thought of sleeping with one Chloe Beale, yet another thing she'd never thought would happen.
Beca dragged herself out of bed, knowing the clock was ticking down to Aubrey's arrival and wanted to have at least showered by the time the blonde made her appearance. It didn't take her long to get ready, still unsure of exactly what was going to happen today. All she knew was that their parents had enlisted Aubrey and Jesse's help to throw them an engagement party with their friends and that it was at the club since Stacie technically still had to work.
Beca pulled on her favorite pair of skinny jeans and slipped her arms through her favorite purple and black plaid shirt, exiting her room as she slowly did up the buttons. Glancing up around the room, she spotted Chloe in the kitchen cleaning the countertops.
"What are you doing?"
Chloe looked up at her, setting the sponge on the sink edge. "Cleaning."
Beca nodded, "Obviously. Why?"
"Because we're having guests?" Chloe's voice rose slightly at the end, making her answer sound like another question.
"It's just Aubrey," Beca replied, her tone confused. "She won't care... will she?"
Chloe shrugged, abandoning the kitchen to join Beca near the table as she finished buttoning up her shirt. Beca's breath caught in her throat as Chloe's hands reached up to stop hers from finishing the final button, moving down to release the one below it as well.
"You just gonna strip me here and now in the middle of the room?" Beca murmured, still trying to regain some semblance of control. "I thought you wanted me to get dressed?"
Chloe smirked, making Beca wonder when the redhead picked up her trademark expression. "That was before I saw that rocking body you're hiding under all those layers," Chloe teased, smoothing her hands down Beca's arms. "And you looked weird with it buttoned all the way up... stuffy and formal. Like you said... it's just Aubrey."
Beca finally let her breath out as Chloe let out a laugh and turned away, resuming her examination of their tiny kitchen. She wasn't used to not having the upper hand in relationships, and Beca was still learning how to handle Chloe's easy ability to disarm her and reduce her to a blushing fumbling mess. Then again, there was nothing about their relationship that was normal in any way, and Beca knew Chloe was making it up as they went along just as much as she was.
"Bec?"
Beca looked up, drawn out of her thoughts to see Chloe's eyes on her. "Yeah?"
"You okay? You were just standing there frowning. I almost laughed, but then you didn't stop."
"How thoughtful of you," Beca quipped.
Chloe took one final look around the kitchen, giving it a nod of approval before moving back over to Beca. "What's up?"
Beca shook her head, unsure of her answer. "I don't know... still kinda figuring this whole thing out, I guess."
"That's fair. By this whole thing... you mean us?"
"Us," Beca repeated, meeting Chloe's eyes. "Is there an us?"
"Depends on what you're referring to," Chloe answered. "Is there an us that is still pretending to be engaged and obligated to show up to a certain party this evening? Yes."
Beca rolled her eyes, "Thank you for that summary... I'd completely forgotten all about that train wreck."
Chloe laughed, reaching out to take Beca's hand and laced their fingers together. "If you're asking if there's an us as in a couple of people who've known each other their whole lives and in a week gone from borderline hatred to possibly dating... I'd give that a yes as well."
Beca swallowed, defaulting to humor instead of following Chloe's more serious lead. "Technically we've already been on a date, Beale."
"Oh, my bad," Chloe smiled, her voice quiet. "Borderline hatred to dating then... my answer is still the same."
Beca's heart swelled at the redhead's confession, unable to keep it inside as she broke into a wide grin. "You want to date me."
It was Chloe's turn to roll her eyes. "Not if you're going to be an ass about it."
Her grin only grew wider, breaking into a laugh as Chloe shook her head and tried to pull away. Beca held her hand tightly, pulling her back not letting her escape. She knew it was mostly an act when Chloe didn't fight her, allowing Beca to pull her closer until they were almost touching.
"Just when I thought things between us couldn't get more complicated," Beca murmured, her free hand coming up to brush a strand of Chloe's hair behind her ear.
Chloe leaned slightly into her touch, their lips coming dangerously close together. "Just keeping things interesting."
Beca hummed at her low tone, eyes now focused on Chloe's lips. "Wouldn't have it any other way," she sighed, closing the last few inches between them.
The kiss started slow and gentle, the same way they'd been speaking to each other before Beca couldn't take the tension any longer, Chloe just as eager in meeting her half way. Beca released Chloe's hand at the slightest tug, finding the redhead's hip as their lips moved seamlessly together. Chloe's teeth tugged at her bottom lip, stepping forward and eliminating all space between them. Beca couldn't think straight as Chloe's hands roamed over her back, finally gripping the sides of her shirt.
At the first touch of Chloe's tongue, Beca parted her lips allowing her entrance. What had started innocently enough was growing increasingly more intense as Beca pushed forward, backing Chloe against their small table. Beca's hands shot down to Chloe's thighs, lifting her up to sit on the surface and stepping between legs that immediately wrapped around her waist. Her body was on fire at the way Chloe was working her tongue, her hips grinding in search of some relief.
Chloe finally pulled away, not wasting a second before pressing her lips to Beca's neck. Beca whimpered at the new sensations, moving her hands that had trailed down Chloe's thighs back up to firmly grip her butt. Chloe's hands shot to her hips, her mouth searching out Beca's again as if it were the oxygen she needed to breath.
Beca pulled Chloe's hips tighter against her own, trying to match the slow rhythm the redhead had set with her tongue. She was completely unaware that Chloe's hands had left her hips until she felt her shirt go loose, followed shortly by fingertips creeping up her sides over her thin tank top. Chloe moved away again, this time her lips dropping to Beca's chest to kiss the skin left exposed drawing a moan from her.
A loud knock on the door had Beca's eyes shooting wide open and immediately stepping back from Chloe despite the redhead's attempt to keep her in place.
"Fuck," Beca muttered, looking down at the open halves of her unbuttoned shirt.
Chloe looked about as frustrated as she felt, and Beca's were drawn to the way she ran her fingers through her hair and how her chest rose with each attempt at a deep, calming breath.
"We should probably figure that out... at some point," Beca commented dryly, trying to lighten the mood as she buttoned her shirt up for the second time that day.
Chloe laughed, nodding as she slid off the table and attempted to compose herself. "I've got a few ideas," she replied with a wink. "How's my hair?"
Beca glanced up at her, taking in the red waves that cascaded down her shoulders over the flowy, flowery green top and dark skinny jeans. "Good... it's... you look beautiful, Chlo."
Chloe blushed, mumbling a quiet, "Thanks," before a second round of knocking had her hurrying over to the door, throwing it open to reveal a smiling Aubrey.
"Bree!"
"Chlo!"
Beca stood awkwardly by the table as the two friends hugged for an obscenely long amount of time, enough that Beca shivered uncomfortably before they broke apart.
"Hello Beca."
Beca looked over as Aubrey finally detached herself from Chloe and walked over to her, stopping short of getting close enough for any physical contact.
"Hi Aubrey," Beca replied, shifting uncomfortably while Chloe shut the door and bounced over to them.
"So you two have managed to actually convince your parents you're engaged?" Aubrey's tone was doubtful as she looked between them. "How'd that go?"
Chloe grinned, moving to Beca's side and wrapping both hands around her arm. "Beca's super awkward... and once in a while that awkwardness comes across as charming. Right Bec?"
Beca frowned at her, attempting to pull her arm free and scowling when Chloe refused to let it go. "I'm perfectly capable of convincing our parents to believe something they've dreamed of since we were born. It didn't require an Oscar."
Chloe rolled her eyes, letting go of the brunette and allowing her to put a few steps of distance between them. "That part is true... Mel and Linds totes freaked when Beca told them."
Aubrey looked back at Beca, apparently accepting that explanation. "Speaking of, where did that announcement come from?"
Beca got serious, meeting Aubrey's eyes as she answered, "Well, deep down, I've been secretly plotting for my whole life how to get Chloe to marry me. This was the result of years of careful planning finally paying off."
Chloe snorted as Aubrey rolled her eyes. "A real answer, please?"
"I don't owe you an explanation, Posen," Beca retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "But for your information, I don't know why I said it. I had an out of body experience and before I knew it we were engaged and our mothers were crying and it was probably my worst nightmare come to life."
Aubrey finally cracked a smile. "That sounds about right. You never really seem to think anything through."
"Ouch, that hurts," Beca joked back at the blonde's teasing tone.
"For what it's worth, I'm glad you two are actually getting along," Aubrey confessed, turning her smile towards Chloe briefly before addressing Beca again. "I told Chloe I never understood why you two fought all the time, and that you could probably be friends if you gave it a chance... which I believe is now happening?"
Beca looked over at Chloe as the redhead smoothly joined the conversation, glad she wasn't the one stepping up to define their current relationship. Beca was pretty sure they were dating... while also pretending to be engaged and in love, and all that was a little too complicated for her. With those thoughts swirling, she realized that they definitely had a few more things to talk about.
"Oh totes. Bec and I are friends now, and we're getting through this crazy scenario one day at a time," Chloe answered. "And we decided not too long ago that we are in fact, friends."
Aubrey clapped her hands, "Wonderful. Congratulations. Now, where am I sleeping?"
Chloe pointed towards her room. "In my room. Oh my gosh, I'm a terrible host! I didn't give you the grand tour!"
Aubrey glanced around the apartment, commenting, "I think I can see most of it from here, Chlo."
"Hush," Chloe waved her off, insisting on leading her friend around and showing off their apartment.
Beca also glanced around, realizing that Aubrey could pretty much see everything except their bedrooms from her spot in the middle of the main room. Whatever, it was downtown Los Angeles and apartments were fucking expensive.
"This place is gorgeous."
Aubrey's voice cut through her defensive thoughts, and Beca nodded in response. "Yeah, we like it."
"So what happens after you guys come clean or break up or whatever you plan on doing to end this charade?"
Beca's eyes locked with Chloes, hoping the redhead could read her mind and that she wouldn't tell Aubrey they were dealing with real feelings and dating and whatever the hell happened on the kitchen table seconds before the blonde arrived.
"Crossing that bridge when we get to it, Bree," Chloe finally said. "But like we said, we're definitely friends now, so things around here probably won't change that much."
Aubrey looked between them, replying, "Well, I hope that's the case. It'd be super awkward for your family get-togethers if things ended badly."
Beca shook her head, "I'm not worried about that. It'll be fine... not any worse than it's been in the past."
"I guess that's true. Okay, I don't know about you two but I'm starving. Let me put my stuff in Chloe's room and then I'll let you buy me lunch," Aubrey said, winking at Chloe.
Chloe caught on immediately, adding, "Great idea! We should let my super successful bartender fiance buy us lunch!"
Beca's eyes went wide, not liking this turn of events one bit. "There will be no ganging up on me this visit," she said, her finger gesturing between the two of them. "None of that."
Chloe shot her a patronizing smile as Aubrey stowed her small bag in the bedroom.
"Aw, come on Becs! What happened to that whole 'happy wife, happy life' mantra you were spouting to my mom?"
Beca shook her head, "I can't believe you're using that against me right now."
Aubrey reappeared, taking Chloe's arm and escorting her to the door. "Beca, the mark of a life partner is following through on your words! You said it, now make Chloe happy and come to lunch with us... and if you happen to pay for it, so be it."
Beca sighed, ultimately giving in with a laugh. "I'm so fucked."
Chloe smirked, "Not yet... but the day is young."
Beca blushed bright red as Aubrey rolled her eyes. "Good to see you haven't changed at all, Chlo. Still as inappropriate as ever."
Chloe shrugged, "If you think that's bad, wait until you meet Beca's new friend Stacie. I don't think shame is in that girl's vocabulary."
"She sounds like a winner," Aubrey deadpanned, opening the door and letting the other two walk out ahead of her. "You can fill me in on all the dirty LA details on the way to lunch."
Beca took one last look in the mirror, messing with her hair for another second before muttering, "Fuck it" and exited her bathroom. It was stupid to be nervous for the party for her fake engagement to the girl she may or may not be dating. Beca rolled her eyes at that thought running through her head, followed by the overall disbelief at the situation she'd managed to get herself in. Soap opera shit to the highest degree, and it was completely her own doing.
She'd dressed up more than usual, though not having gone quite as far to put on a dress. She wasn't against them, but felt more at ease in her favorite pair of dark skinny jeans and knew that tonight was going to be hard enough to get through without feeling uncomfortable in her own clothes. A dressy white top and heeled black boots completed her outfit, and Beca felt she sufficiently looked the part of a future bride-to-be.
Beca slipped on her leather jacket, something she saved for nicer occasions, and exited her bedroom with a deep breath knowing Chloe was sure to be at least ten minutes behind her. She wasn't wrong, surveying the empty main room still spotless from Chloe's earlier cleaning frenzy. Beca took another calming breath, briefly returning to her room to grab her latest novel and settled down on the couch to wait. Reading was one of her favorite hobbies, enjoying losing herself in a good book to escape whatever reality she didn't feel like facing in the moment.
It was closer to twenty minutes before Chloe emerged from her room, Aubrey behind her chatting away about something. Beca felt her breath catch as she looked up at the redhead, her eyes trailing over the white dress and the way it clung to Chloe's curves, stopping around mid-thigh. Beca marveled at simultaneously feeling like the dress was too short and not short enough, the heels Chloe was wearing making her legs look impossibly long.
"Bec?"
Chloe's voice drew her gaze higher, blushing slightly at the expression on the redhead's face that let her know she'd been caught staring.
"Yep, I'm ready," Beca said, standing up and tossing her book onto the coffee table. "You look nice."
Aubrey scoffed, moving towards the door from behind Chloe. "She looks nice? How have you fooled anyone into believing you're in love?"
Beca rolled her eyes, having forgotten that Aubrey was also present. "I have my moments," she retorted, stepping up to Chloe's side. Leaning in, she murmured, "You look stunning, Chlo."
Chloe's eyes trailed obviously down her body, biting her bottom lip before replying, "You too, Bec. You clean up nice."
Beca shrugged, feeling extremely underdressed next to the redhead. "I don't have many things that scream bride."
Chloe laughed, her fingers slipping between Beca's naturally. "Me either. Bree and I went shopping this afternoon."
"Are you two ready? The Uber will be here in five minutes, so we should walk down."
Beca looked over at Aubrey standing by the door, dropping Chloe's hand and gesturing for the redhead to lead the way. Chloe shot her a smile before turning and walking towards Aubrey.
"Bree, you didn't have to do that," Chloe said. "You're our guest... we could have paid for it."
Aubrey waved that away, "Chlo, this is your engagement party. You don't pay for anything... even if it's fake. I can cover an Uber ride, especially after Beca bought lunch."
Beca shook her head, butting in, "I don't recall having a choice on the matter."
They walked out into the hallway, pausing momentarily for Beca to lock the door behind them before making their way down and out of the building to meet their driver. The car was waiting for them out front and they quickly slid into the backseat, Chloe immediately starting a conversation with the man behind the wheel.
Aubrey glanced around the redhead at Beca, quietly asking, "Does she always do this?"
Beca nodded, shrugging her shoulders. "She's friendly."
Chloe huffed, "I can hear you... both of you. There's nothing wrong with being nice to your Uber driver, right Hank?"
The man laughed, agreeing with her instantly, "Nope. It's cool. So, ladies night? Station 1640 is awesome."
Beca answered before the other two, "Something like that. And yeah, you been?"
He nodded, "Yeah, a couple times. Great design, awesome music, and the drink prices are reasonable. The food is good too if you ever go for dinner."
Beca studied the back of his head, wondering if she should have recognized him since he clearly had visited the place more than once. Neither his voice or haircut was ringing any bells, and she gave up trying to place him.
Chloe cut in, taking advantage of Beca's silence. "We're going to celebrate our engagement! And it's special because Beca works there... though obviously not tonight."
Hank turned halfway around at that information, the car stuck at a red light. "Seriously? Can you get me in?"
Beca raised an eyebrow at him, the sight of his face not helping her attempt to recognize him. "Sure, dude."
"Sweet. So you meeting the lucky guy there?"
Beca scoffed, "You don't even know which one of us is engaged."
"What I do know is there are three stunning women in my car," Hank replied, diplomatic as ever. "I'd be down to party with any or all of you."
Chloe giggled making Beca want to smack her for indulging him. Thankfully, Aubrey must have agreed with her, taking her opportunity to shut him down.
"Sorry... Hank, was it? These two are engaged to each other," Aubrey said politely, but even Beca could hear the edge to her tone. "We'll just be needing the ride to the club tonight."
Beca bit her lip to keep from laughing at the way Chloe turned to face the blonde, picturing the almost offended look on her face.
"Bree! Of course he can celebrate with us! He's practically family by this point."
Beca's laugh turned into a cough as the car pulled up to the front of the club. "I think that's a bit of a stretch, Chlo. Thanks for the ride, dude," she finished, opening the door and climbing out onto the side walk. She extended her hand to Chloe, who gratefully took it as she exited the car.
"Bye Hank! Thanks for the lift!" Chloe called through the open door as Aubrey was last out, closing the door with a cheeky smile and wave at the man.
"Chloe... I can't even with you sometimes," Aubrey shook her head, looking around until she located the line to the front door. "Shall we?" she asked, gesturing to the end of the line.
Beca shot her a look, answering, "Uh, no, we shan't wait on that line. I work here, remember? Besides, Stace already said a bunch of people are here."
Chloe's expression turned confused. "What does she mean? We don't know a bunch of people here."
Beca looked blankly back at her. "Don't look at me. the only people I'm friends with are Stacie and Jesse... and you."
Aubrey waited a few seconds before asking, "Well, we can stand out here on the sidewalk and think about it or we can just go in and see who's here."
"Right, yeah," Beca said, heading towards the door and gesturing for them to follow her. "Hey Max."
The tall, muscular man turned at the sound of his name, breaking into a smile when he saw who it was.
"Baby Becs! I think there are some people in there who know you. Is this your girl?!"
Chloe bounced forward, a wide smile on her face. "Hi! I'm Chloe, Beca's fiancé. Nice to meet you! I'm sorry, but what did you call her?"
Max grinned opening his mouth to answer, but Beca swooped in and cut him off.
"No! No," she repeated, pointing a finger at him with a dangerous expression. "That's not a thing... I just can't get him to stop."
"It's because she's so tiny," Max explained, chuckling at the brunette. "But it's all out of love! Beca's the best."
Chloe beamed a smile at him before directing it at Beca. "I think so, too."
"You better get inside. You're already late to your own party."
Beca sighed with a nod, "Yeah alright. Take it easy, Max."
He opened the door to let them inside, Beca winding her way easily into the club which was busy as usual for a Saturday night. She was surprised at first to find out this was where they were having the party, knowing that the club didn't open until ten on Saturday nights, though it made more sense when she found out Stacie couldn't get off work... which she knew was her fault.
It didn't take them long to locate the main group that was there for them, the main culprit being a loud blonde yelling something about shots. Beca's eyebrows rose as she glanced at Chloe's horrified expression.
"How did they even know to invite them?" Beca asked curiously, wondering if Chloe had known they would be here and judging by her expression the answer was no.
Chloe shook her head, answering, "I gave my mom a couple people's info from school... the ones I actually like. They must have spread the word to everyone else."
Beca laughed, "How thoughtful. How about I buy you a drink first so you don't have to face this evening sober."
"Sounds like a plan. Aubrey, you coming? You can meet Stacie," Beca suggested, already forging a path towards the bar.
Aubrey must have agreed because it wasn't long before the three of them were leaning against the bar, taking advantage of a small opening and squeezing their way in. Beca grinned at the view from the side of the bar, taking a moment to watch Stacie, Jake, and Lily work to serve the eager crowd. She waited patiently for her opportunity, raising her voice as Stacie drew closer to where they were standing.
"Nice legs!"
The brunette's head shot up, eyes narrowing until she spotted where the comment came from and broke into a smile.
"You bitch... do you see how insane it is tonight?" Stacie called back, holding a finger up to the man in front of her as she moved to speak to Beca. "Abandoned us in our five hours of need."
Beca opened her mouth to reply, pausing when Stacie's eyes moved from Chloe to Aubrey, the blonde clearly piquing her interest.
"Bec... you've been holding out on me."
Her tone was both accusatory and appreciative, and Beca just shook her head as the taller brunette continued.
"Hi, I'm Stacie. Why haven't we met before, gorgeous?"
Beca glanced at Aubrey, fighting back laughter at the affronted look on her face.
"Stace, this is Chloe's best friend Aubrey. She's here to celebrate with us," Beca introduced. "She flew in from Boston yesterday."
Stacie nodded, her eyes never leaving the blonde. "Boston, huh. What brought you there?"
Aubrey finally found her voice, still looking unsure how to react to Stacie's abrupt foray into acceptable conversation. "Graduate school. I attend Harvard Law."
Stacie's lips curled into a smirk. "Well I'm guilty of being sexy as hell. Think you can get me off?"
Beca couldn't hold back this time, busting out laughing at the way Aubrey eyes went wide and she took a physical step back from the bar. "Chill Stace. She's only here for two nights and she's not going to sleep with you."
"Well that's a shame," Stacie sighed, turning to Chloe. "Congrats on your engagement. Your friends are... quite the group."
Chloe nodded, "Yes... yes they are. Can you help me get closer to their level so I can actually enjoy this evening?"
Stacie winked, "You got it, Red. Beca's buying, I assume?"
Beca rolled her eyes, "Apparently I'm always buying."
"Welcome to marriage, Becs!" Stacie called, already lining up shot glasses on the bar.
After downing the tequila shots Stacie plied them with, Beca gratefully accepted the beer the brunette handed her before following Chloe and Aubrey towards the area of the club occupied by their parents, Jesse and some girl Beca didn't recognize, and Chloe's friends from school. She needed the alcohol to hit her like yesterday, and took a long sip from her beer as their parents spotted them.
Beca felt her head start to spin as Chloe's friends surrounded them, losing track of all the introductions happening around her. A tap on her shoulder had her spinning around to find Jesse grinning behind her, wrapping her in a hug that lifted her off the ground before she could escape.
"Put me down, you ass," Beca growled, even more irritated at how her words had no impact on his actions.
Jesse finally set her down, his voice rising louder over the music as he introduced her to the woman beside him. "Bec, this is Molly. Molly, this is Beca... my best friend from home and half of the engaged couple we're celebrating tonight!"
Beca glared at him once more, finally turning to look at the woman who had her hand outstretched in greeting. "Hi," she said, shaking her hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"It's so great to finally meet you! Jesse talks about you a lot. Oh, congratulations," Molly said, and Beca appreciated her laid back attitude, though it made her wonder how she managed Jesse's puppy-like enthusiasm for everything.
"Uh, yeah... thanks. Wish I could say the same but it seems Jesse's been holding out on me," Beca stated, raising an eyebrow at the man.
Jesse didn't back down, retorting, "Okay... that's rich coming from the person who didn't even tell me she was dating Chloe, let alone engaged."
"It never came up!" Beca shot back, rolling her eyes at his annoying smile. "Whatever, how long have you two been... doing whatever you're doing?"
Jesse grinned, slipping his arm around the pretty blonde. "A month. Molly's great," he added, shooting her a sickeningly sweet smile.
Beca smiled at them, genuinely happy for her friend. "Awesome... that's great Jess."
Anything else she wanted to say was cut off as a pair of arms wrapped around her neck from behind and she caught the familiar whiff of Chloe's perfume.
"Hey Jesse, mind if I steal this one away from you?" Chloe's voice in her ear combined with the way her body was pressed against her made Beca shiver, instinctively leaning back into her embrace.
Chloe's eyes must have shifted to Jesse's date because she moved out from behind Beca and introduced herself. "I'm sorry I don't think we've met. I'm Chloe."
"Molly," the blonde introduced, shaking Chloe's hand. "Congratulations."
Jesse stepped in again, as helpful as ever. "Molly and I are dating."
Beca snickered, earning a disapproving look from Chloe.
"That's wonderful! I'm so glad you came!"
Chloe was as friendly as ever, and Beca was relieved that the redhead seemed to have a magic ability to make everyone feel comfortable.
"Well, enjoy the party! I'm pretty sure our parents started a tab for everyone... which they'll regret along with the invite to Fat Amy," Chloe commented, turning to tug at Beca's arm. "Baby... come dance with me."
Beca's eyes went wide, first at the pet name and then at the request. "Uh... Chlo, you know I don't really dance..."
Chloe shrugged, replying, "I don't want to dance alone... If you won't dance with me I'll have to find someone who will."
Beca clenched her teeth together. Knowing that Chloe wasn't playing fair didn't make the situation any more manageable, and she had a feeling that the redhead would have no problem finding someone to grind up against in seconds.
"Fine," she gave in, allowing Chloe to drag her onto the dance floor with a cheer, setting her glass down on a table as they passed by.
"Bec!"
Beca paused, feeling Chloe tug on her hand as she turned to locate the voice. Finally spotting a waving hand, Beca grinned at her mom and realized she hadn't said hi to her parents yet. She turned to Chloe, leaning in to her ear so she could hear her, "Hey, I'm just gonna go say hi to my parents real quick. Go join your friends and I'll be right there."
Chloe nodded and gave her a kiss on the cheek, turning to cross the dance floor to where Beca recognized a few of her friends had taken up residence.
Beca spun in the opposite direction and weaved her way to her parents, giving them both a quick hug. "Hey! This is crazy... thanks so much for putting this together for us. Chloe's having a great time."
Melissa smiled at her, "Of course! We're so happy for you both! What about you... are you having a good time?"
Beca shrugged, "It's fine. It's more Chloe's speed, you know... with the dancing and stuff. You rescued me actually, she was dragging me to the dance floor just now."
Melissa looked past her towards the dance floor, replying, "You might want to rethink your strategy, Bec."
Beca spun around, in disbelief that Chloe could be dancing with someone else already. Her eyes found the red hair, breaking into a smile when she saw who she was dancing with.
"How did you guys know to invite Parker? Is Gabe here too?"
Melissa answered her, "They were on the list Chloe gave to Lindsey. Although I'm not sure where some of these people came from. There were only five people or so on it."
Beca laughed, "Chloe's friends from school. I think she's closer with some than others, but they seem to hang out a lot together. Anyways, I'm just gonna..."
Her parents both shot her a knowing smile, waving her on as she turned and wound her way onto the dance floor, coming up behind Chloe. Beca locked eyes with Parker, the man winking at her and almost giving her away but she slipped her arms around Chloe's waist before the redhead could turn around.
"Is it nice being out here instead of behind the bar?" Parker asked her, his voice loud over the music.
Beca was momentarily distracted as Chloe pressed back against her, only faltering for a second before finding the beat again. Beca's hands gripped her hips, following every movement.
"Uh... yeah. It's cool. Different," Beca answered, feeling like her words were woefully inadequate. "Where's Gabe?"
"More drinks! You two still need to come over for dinner," Parker continued, laughing when Chloe stepped slightly away from Beca to grab his hands and pull him into a dance.
"Yes!" Chloe exclaimed, spinning around to face Beca without breaking rhythm. "Bec, we have to do that."
Beca eyed the redhead for a moment, watching the way the pair moved so easily together and wondering how awkward she looked trying to match Chloe's movements. They looked good together, and Beca found she didn't mind for some reason... maybe because his hands never wandered into inappropriate territory, or because she knew he was one hundred percent gay and in love with his boyfriend of six years.
Chloe's eyes never left her, instead curling a finger to beckon her closer. Beca smiled, shaking her head as she stepped into Chloe's space and the redhead's hands immediately grabbed her hips, holding her in place. The three of them danced for a minute, occasionally shouting to each other over the music before Gabe returned with a drink in each hand.
"I leave you for five minutes and you manage to attract not one but two sexy ladies," Gabe shook his head in mock annoyance. "Can't take you anywhere."
Beca laughed pulling Chloe away from Parker so he could take the offered drink and quip something back. Instead of watching them, she leaned in to Chloe's ear, "They're fun."
Chloe grinned, "They're adorable. Just like us."
The song changed, and Beca felt the change immediately. Chloe slowly turned in her arms, biting down on her lower lip as she pressed back into Beca. The lights were darker, and Beca felt the heat run through her veins at the way Chloe's hips were moving, her own hands refusing to stay still.
Chloe raised one hand to lift her hair from her neck, pulling it to the side and Beca took advantage of the opportunity to press her lips to the exposed skin of her neck. It was too tempting to resist, the grinding of their hips together, the sweet smell of Chloe's perfume drawing her in closer. Chloe turned her head towards Beca's lips, the brunette smirking and teasing staying just out of reach. She wasn't expecting Chloe's huff of frustration, nor the hand suddenly reaching up to grasp the back of her neck, holding her in place allowing Chloe to connect their lips.
Everything about the kiss was hot, and Beca's mind was short-circuiting from all the stimulation happening at once. The feel of Chloe's lips against hers was incredible, one of her hands resting on Chloe's hip while the other moved up to hold her jaw. Kissing in public had been a hard no for Beca in the past, but all her past actions were getting thrown out the window as she and Chloe kept taking steps forward in their crazy new relationship. You couldn't have paid her for PDA in the past, and in this moment she was certain there was nothing that could make her stop kissing Chloe.
"GET IT GINGA' SNAP!"
Chloe pulled away, whirling around to find Fat Amy right behind them grinning from ear to ear. "Shortstack! I thought I'd find you behind the bar!"
Beca frowned, still unhappy at being interrupted and found herself wondering if she and Chloe could skip this whole party and spend the rest of the evening making out.
"Wouldn't be much fun if I had to work my own engagement party," Beca replied, still uncertain where she stood with Fat Amy and was never sure what would come out of the woman's mouth.
"Congrats! This is from all of us," Fat Amy continued, handing Chloe an envelope.
Chloe looked genuinely surprised, accepting the gift and led the way off the dance floor to open it. Inside was a card and a gift card to a restaurant Beca hadn't heard of.
"Thank you... you guys didn't have to do that," Chloe said, clearly touched at the gesture.
Fat Amy narrowed her eyes, "Of course we did! You're one of us and you're getting married! I'm just sorry my gift idea got voted down... I could have gotten you a baby kangaroo easily."
Beca's eyes went wide at her admission, suddenly eternally grateful for whomever had stomped out that idea.
"I'd LOVE a baby kangaroo! They're so adorable!"
Beca swore she felt her heart stop at Chloe's exclamation, turning her horrified look towards the redhead. "What?!"
Chloe grinned at her as Fat Amy whipped out her cell phone and left them alone, making Beca feel even more nervous at the situation.
"Aww... come on Bec. She's not serious, but baby kangaroos are adorable. It'd be so much fun to have one hopping around the apartment."
Beca shook her head in immediate denial. "Are you insane? That sounds like a nightmare."
Chloe laughed, "Oh my God, Bec, I'm kidding. The look on your face though... priceless."
"Does she know that?" Beca asked, glancing at Fat Amy talking excitedly into her phone in a corner. "And you were not kidding, and that wasn't funny."
Chloe shook her head still laughing, "No, it wasn't funny. It was hilarious."
"What's so hilarious?"
Beca barely registered the new voice before a long pair of arms draped themselves over her shoulders from behind. Chloe was still chuckling as she explained the interaction with Fat Amy to Stacie, Beca scowling until she was able to pull free of the brunette's grasp.
"How'd you escape from the bar?" Beca asked, needing to change the subject.
Stacie winked at her. "Taylor offered to cover for me so I could join the party for a bit!" she cheered, before looking back at Chloe. "Where'd your uptight friend go? The hot blonde one?"
Chloe just shook her head, "She's around here somewhere, but you're barking up the wrong tree, Stacie."
"She's straight?"
"I think so? But..."
Stacie waved away whatever else Chloe was going to say. "She just needs to loosen up. She's wound tighter than these skinny jeans Beca managed to squeeze into," Stacie quipped, her hand dropping to lightly smack Beca's ass.
"Hey!" Beca jumped, pointing a serious finger at her friend. "Don't fucking do that! I hate it when you do that."
Chloe raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of them. "Does it happen often?"
Stacie shrugged, "I mean, you've seen it. Can you blame me?"
Beca took in Chloe's furrowed brow, realizing this conversation was taking a dangerous turn. "She just thrives on making me feel awkward and uncomfortable. Don't sweat it, Beale."
Stacie grinned, "I know. It's amazing."
Aubrey picked that moment to walk up beside Chloe, sipping happily on a drink. "What's amazing?"
Not one to waste an opening, Stacie smoothly answered, "How you'll feel after one night with me."
Beca rolled her eyes at her friend's cheesiness, not expecting Aubrey's snappy reply.
"I seriously doubt that," Aubrey scoffed, her eyes trailing over Stacie seemingly unimpressed.
Stacie seemed delighted at the change of pace, not put off for a second. "So quick to judge without performing a proper investigation... your future clients are in trouble," she quipped, drawing out the last word.
Aubrey's eyes lit up, retorting, "I've seen all I need to prove you're not my type."
"Objection... I am everyone's type," Stacie shot back.
"Overruled. You're cocky and arrogant and..."
Stacie interrupted her, "Sexy? I'm glad you think so"
Aubrey scowled, "Infuriating."
Beca was glancing between the pair as if watching a tennis match, finally turning to Chloe to whisper, "What is happening right now?"
Chloe grinned, wrapping her arms around the smaller brunette. "Foreplay?"
"Dude... gross."
"Don't call me dude," Chloe whispered, smacking her thigh. "It's weird."
Beca shook her head, "Not as weird as watching them flirt fight."
"I don't see what the big deal is... you could argue we did it for years," Chloe reasoned.
Beca opened her mouth to deny that, before actually giving it some thought and realizing Chloe had a point. At least now they were putting all that tension to better use. Deciding to leave them to it, Beca turned her head to meet Chloe's eyes.
"Let's give them some space to fight it out. Wanna dance?"
Chloe beamed at her, nodding and taking Beca's hand to drag her back onto the dance floor.
"I don't think I can do this, it's too weird."
A whiny chorus of "Bec!" drowned out her thoughts, making Beca cringe against the bar.
"What's your problem?"
"Don't be such a wuss!"
"Sweetie, it's not that weird. Chloe did shots with us last weekend, remember?"
Beca glanced around at their parents, Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey, with only the blonde keeping quiet at her hesitation.
Chloe gestured to the bar where Stacie, now back in place, had lined up a row of what she dubbed "welcome to the family shots."
"Sorry I just... when I pictured tonight it didn't involve doing tequila shots with my parents," Beca said, shaking her head. "Or my dad asking me what my problem is," she added with a laugh.
Scott grinned, stepping up and quickly knocking back a shot with practiced ease. "Nothing to it, Bec."
Beca rolled her eyes, "That explains so much."
Melissa butted in, smacking Scott's shoulder. "You were supposed to wait for the rest of us!"
He shrugged, "Oh well. Guess I'll have to do another."
Gavin clapped him on the back and stepped up beside him to grab a glass. "Everyone take a glass."
Chloe groaned, "Dad, not another toast!"
"My baby girl is getting married! I'll give as many toasts as I want!"
Beca snickered at that, giving in and passing a shot to Chloe before taking one herself. Gesturing for Aubrey and Stacie to get in on the fun, Gavin waited until everyone had a glass raised.
"To Beca and Chloe! We love you!"
Chloe deadpanned, "Is that all? We're doing shots to that?"
Gavin looked down at her, asking, "Would you like me to go on?"
"Nope," Chloe answered quickly, clinking her glass with his. "Cheers to us!"
Everyone downed the shots, Beca coughing slightly as the alcohol burned down her throat. She never was the biggest fan of tequila, gratefully accepting the lime Stacie passed her and trapped it between her teeth immediately.
It was sometime after two and the bar was empty except for the staff cleaning up for the weekend. Taylor had congratulated them and graciously allowed them to stay after hours while Beca helped Stacie wrap things up behind the bar, insisting it was the least she could do.
It wasn't long before the group stumbled out onto the sidewalk, not drunk but definitely feeling the drinks consumed over the course of the evening. Beca gravitated towards Chloe, wrapping her arm around the redhead's waist and tugged her close.
Stacie wound up next to Aubrey not far away, and Beca was surprised to hear them actually having a civil conversation about life and what type of law Aubrey was studying and other normal small talk things. Chloe rested her head on Beca's shoulder, momentarily distracting her from the way Aubrey was chuckling at something Stacie whispered in her ear.
"Wait... where are my parents?" Chloe murmured, picking her head up to look around.
Beca twisted around too, Stacie and Aubrey coming to a stop beside them looking curiously at their behavior. She spotted them first, snickering and poking Chloe's side to get her attention and let her know her parents were currently making out against the wall outside of the club.
"Seriously!" Chloe shouted at them, causing them to break apart and look around. "We are in public!"
Mel added her voice to the evening. "Keep it in your pants!" she yelled, before taking Scott's hand and walking back towards their friends.
Stacie winked at Aubrey, "They've got the right idea, don'tcha think? I'd like to file a motion for a change of venue... specifically back to my place for the rest of the evening."
Aubrey rolled her eyes, "I'd be impressed if you weren't so cheesy."
"You're impressed anyways," Stacie replied, resuming their stroll. "You thought I was just a hot, dumb bartender with great... assets."
Beca interrupted, "Yes... but don't feel bad Aubrey, I felt the same way."
Stacie laughed, "Except you were much more open to my advances."
Beca shrugged, knowing it was the truth. She didn't expect to feel Chloe tense against her, standing upright to look at Stacie.
"What do you mean?"
Stacie grinned, "Beca couldn't keep her eyes off me, despite her best attempts."
Beca scoffed, "Whatever, I never claimed to be a saint. You were the one who basically molested me after work."
"Yeah, well I didn't hear you complaining," Stacie shot back.
Chloe stopped walking, causing Beca to do the same and shoot her a confused look. "What's wrong?"
"You two..." Chloe gestured between them, having trouble getting the words out. "You two hooked up?"
Beca froze, sobering up at both Chloe's words and expression. "Okay, wait... Chlo, it was literally the first week I got here. It was one time, the first night we met."
Chloe stared at her, glancing up at Stacie for confirmation.
The taller brunette nodded immediately, "It was just once, the first night we met... not for my lack of trying."
Beca growled, "Not helping, Stacie."
"Sorry! Chloe, I swear, there is nothing going on between Beca and I. We're just friends."
Beca met Chloe's eyes again, hoping the redhead could see they were telling the truth. Stacie's next words didn't help either, and Beca sighed wondering if her friend ever knew when to stop.
"But even if there was... it's not like you two are really together."
Chloe tensed again, and Beca glared at Stacie.
"Dude, that's not the point! Our parents are right over there!" Beca hissed, gesturing towards the two couples who were strolling casually towards them.
Chloe seemed to have had enough of staying quiet, interrupting, "She's right, Bec. Let's just go home... it's late and I'm drunk."
Beca frowned at her, looking back and forth between the redhead and her leggy best friend. "Okay," she gave in, allowing Chloe to hug her arm again as they walked, knowing there'd be plenty of time tomorrow to talk about things and figure out why it she'd flipped a one-eighty from this morning and discovered it bothered her that Chloe didn't want to tell their friends the truth.
"Let's go home."
The rest of the walk back to the apartment was quiet, their parents and Stacie splitting off in opposite directions leaving Beca alone with Chloe and Aubrey. Chloe hadn't spoken another word, and Beca was left to ponder exactly how much explaining she had to do. Beca actually hoped Chloe would be open to talking about it sooner rather than later, not interested in trying to sleep when her mind was filled with more questions than answers about their relationship.
Beca opened the door, letting the other two head inside first before following and locking up behind them. She shuffled past the kitchen as Aubrey was opening the door to Chloe's room, looking up to see Chloe standing still beside the table.
"Bree you go ahead in. I'm gonna talk to Beca for a minute," Chloe said softly, waiting for Aubrey's nod and her bedroom door to shut before looking at the brunette.
Beca opened her mouth, but Chloe cut her off before she could speak. "Can we talk in your room?"
"Uh... sure. Yeah, of course," Beca stuttered, gesturing for the redhead to lead the way.
Once they were in her room, Beca realized it may not have been the smartest decision as the only place to sit was the bed. Chloe remained standing, and Beca decided to do the same.
"Chlo... I know you're probably super pissed at me for not telling you about Stacie... and that it happened in the first place, but I swear there's nothing going on between us," Beca said, rushing her words in her attempt to convince Chloe it was the truth. "It happened so long ago and I promise everything since literally the morning after has been friendship. I don't really know what else to say..."
"So stop talking," Chloe butted in, and Beca was surprised to see a small smile on her lips. "Do you know you ramble when you're nervous?"
Beca sighed, "Yes, and not in a good way."
Chloe chuckled, "It's cute... really. Beca," she added, waiting until Beca looked up to meet her eyes. "I'm not mad that you slept with Stacie."
"Really?" Beca couldn't help the confusion and doubt that laced her tone. "But you haven't said a word since you found out?"
"I mean... it's not something I'd like to think about," Chloe admitted, moving to lean against the wall. "But I believe you."
Beca slowly nodded, though she asked, "Why?"
Chloe rolled her eyes, "Because why would you lie? Also, I feel like you and Stacie would more than be on the same page if you wanted to be friends with benefits. You already told me you're not the relationship type."
"That's true," Beca agreed. "I thought it would be a bad idea... the whole working together and sleeping together thing." Chloe's piercing gaze had her itching to change the subject. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
Beca shifted, hesitating for a moment uncertain if she actually wanted to hear the answer. "Um... why did you agree with Stacie that we weren't really together?"
Chloe's mouth formed a line, though she didn't look angry, and Beca felt suddenly self-conscious under her scrutiny. "I thought... Beca, this morning when Aubrey brought it up you went silent. I didn't think you wanted anyone to know... I thought I was following your lead on that."
Beca ran her fingers through her hair, knowing it wasn't Chloe's fault that her feelings were all over the place. Her irritation at herself must have shown on her face.
"Bec... I'm sorry. I didn't realize..."
"It's my fault," Beca interrupted her, not wanting to let the situation get out of control. "This morning... that's exactly how I felt. And suddenly... I don't know what happened tonight. When you agreed with Stace that we weren't together... it bothered me. A lot. It made me question things, and realize we haven't actually put a label on whatever this is."
Chloe pushed off from the wall, stepping closer to her. "Do you want to? Put a label on it?"
Beca's eyes narrowed again in frustration, hating everything about how vulnerable she felt in this moment. "I mean... I suck at this stuff. The relationships and the emotions and being open and whatever. But... yeah, I think I want to."
Chloe slowly nodded, her lips curling into a smirk. "You think you want to?"
"I hate you... a lot."
Chloe laughed, closing the last few feet of distance between them. "I hate you too," she whispered. "You're so frustrating and closed off, and yet shockingly open and honest at times. I can never figure you out."
Beca shrugged, "Hope you're up for the challenge, since I doubt any of that is going to change even if you're my girlfriend."
Chloe paused for a minute, looking thoughtful. "I think you're wrong, Bec. I think if I'm your girlfriend... everything will change."
Beca didn't reply, her mind still working over the fact that she might have just asked Chloe Beale to be her girlfriend. The amount of change that had taken place over the past week should be sending her into a mental breakdown right now, yet all Beca could concentrate on was the warm feeling spreading through her at the thought of calling Chloe hers. It was weird, yet felt completely right. Like all the pieces of a puzzle connecting perfectly together.
"Sounds crazy... but I'm okay with that," Beca murmured, her hands settling on Chloe's hips. "I want people to know."
Chloe beamed at her words, prompting Beca to ask, "Good answer?"
Chloe nodded, whispering, "Great answer."
Beca grinned, only having a moment to process that before Chloe's lips brushed against her own. It was different from their kisses before, softer and lighter but sure, the feelings and emotions behind it just as strong.
Chloe pulled back, Beca's hands on her hips keeping her from moving too far away.
"Don't," Beca said, glancing at the door, knowing Chloe was about to make her exit. "Stay with me tonight."
Chloe raised an eyebrow at her, quipping, "Just what kind of girl do you take me for?"
Beca grinned sheepishly, "One that wants to cuddle with her girlfriend?"
Chloe eyed her, not letting up. "And is this innocent cuddling or naked cuddling?"
Beca's eyes widened, "Seriously? Aubrey is like... ten feet away!"
Chloe broke out laughing, unable to continue her serious act.
"Chlo... that's just... I like being close to you. And there's nothing in this world that would convince me to have sex with anyone with Aubrey Posen two walls away," Beca finished, rolling her eyes. Chloe perked up at that, and Beca swallowed at the way her eyes trailed down her body. "Chlo... that wasn't a challenge."
Chloe gripped the open halves of her leather jacket, pulling Beca flush against her and leaning in close to press a kiss below her ear.
"I mean it," Beca said weakly, biting her lip as Chloe trailed kisses along her jaw to her mouth, pulling away just before they kissed.
"Whatever you say, Bec," Chloe grinned, releasing her jacket and turning away towards the door, leaving Beca unsure if she was relieved or frustrated that she stopped.
"Where are you going?" Beca couldn't help the disappointment that leaked into her voice, believing the redhead was returning to her room for the night.
Chloe paused at the door, her hand frozen on the handle. "Well I need to get changed... I'm not wearing this dress to bed. And since you don't want to take it off me..."
Beca's mouth went dry at that thought, suddenly wanting nothing more than to do just that.
"Relax. I'm gonna go get changed and tell Aubrey I'm sleeping in here tonight... with my girlfriend," Chloe finished, pulling the door open. "You okay with that?"
Beca nodded, breaking into a smile. "Yeah... I'm good with that."
A/N: I have the best beta in the world! The one time I hit a small snag in this chapter, Arsto just threw out the answer like it was nothing in about thirty seconds and we moved right on with our lives. Cheers to you!
Seriously, the love for this fic makes both of us so happy! You guys are amazing!
