A/N: I have no excuse for the ridiculous wait with this one, but this is the penultimate chapter, the final chapter will be an epilogue and that's already written so I'll post that either tomorrow or the day after. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

"What in the name of all things aca holy do you think you're playing at Beca Mitchell?!"

Aubrey had been called soon after Stacie had finished unsuccessfully speaking to Chloe, and had arrived at the Bella house as soon as she could. Once she had arrived, she went straight to her best friend's room, wanting to find out exactly what had happened, and only knowing the small bit of information that a clearly distressed Stacie could give her.

Having spoken to a heartbroken and sobbing Chloe about what had happened that morning, she proceeded to storm into Beca's room, which is where she was now. The Bellas, having heard Aubrey's screeching, turned to Stacie to go and investigate.

"Aubrey, I could really do without having you screaming at me in my bedroom right now, please go away," Beca says, too calmly to be normal, although Aubrey carries on.

"How dare you treat my best friend like that? In fact, forget about her being my best friend or your best friend, she's a Bella, she's your fellow sister, how can you do that to one of us?" Aubrey shouts, still outraged by what Beca had said to her redheaded friend.

At this point, Stacie enters the bedroom, and, still unaware of what had happened, attempts to calm the blonde down.

"Bree, please stop shouting, I don't know what's happened, but it seems pretty clear to me that they're both just as upset about it. Shouting like this isn't gonna help anyone," Stacie says calmly into Aubrey's ear, who visibly relaxes, "why don't you go back downstairs and talk to the girls, and I'll stay and talk to Beca for a while," she adds, noting the groan that came from the small girl as she flopped back onto her bed.

"Fine, but only because I actually care about my friends, unlike some!" the former captain throws over her shoulder, before walking out of the room.

"Alright Becs, talk to me, and don't give me any bullshit. I don't know what's happened, but I know that it needs sorting out. So talk." Stacie says, giving Beca no choice but to begin telling the taller girl exactly what was wrong.

The brunette sighs before beginning, "I panicked, okay? I always promised myself after my mom and dad divorced that I'd never fall in love. I was always in love with music, and never needed anyone, but then Chloe came along, and suddenly she was the music I never realised that I craved. I'm no good for her though, I'm messed up; she deserves someone who's all sunshine and rainbows and treats her like a princess, and I can't do that. What can I give her? Some mash ups and a wardrobe full of plaid shirts?

"Earlier, when you guys weren't here…the way she looked at me…it made me feel like I held the world in my hands. That's not true though; if I had the world in my hands I'd quite happily give it to her in a heartbeat, and that scares the shit out of me. So I did what I do best, and I pushed her away, and it's the most stupid thing I've ever done because I've fucked everything up, and now I'm never gonna get her back."

"You've always been good enough for me Becs," both brunettes in the room froze at the voice, turning to look at the door where Chloe was standing, "we've been through this, and from what you've just said, I feel like I'm the douche that doesn't deserve you. I didn't give you a chance to explain, and I should have stayed until you spoke to me. You haven't fucked anything up Beca, I love you, and through thick and thin, that won't change. Today's been the worst, but if I get you at the end of it, it'll have been worth it. Just please talk to me Beca, I love you."

At the end of the speech, there were three sets of eyes full of tears, and as Stacie walked out of the room, she could only be heard muttering,

"Goddamn my fragile fangirl heart," to which the two other girls in the room chuckled quietly, not really knowing what to do now that they were left alone.

"I guess you heard everything then…" Beca says quietly, as Chloe makes her way over to sit beside her on the bed.

"Yeah, I heard everything, and I meant every word that I said just then," Chloe confesses.

"I think…no…I know…wait…God, why do I have to be so awkward?" Beca says exasperated at her lack of ability to say what she wants to say, "okay, here goes…I love you too."

The size of the grin on Chloe's face makes it all worthwhile for Beca as she's tackled onto the bed with a hug that's way too tight for her to be able to breathe comfortably, but she really doesn't care. Chloe pulls back to look at her, and she sees thankfully happy tears rolling down her cheeks in the same way that tears were rolling down her own.

They both lean in for an extremely salty kiss, but neither could care less, because they finally have each other and somehow they know that, although they may still have walls to break through, they will always stick together, no matter what.