"There you are Chlo. Look, you can't blame Emily for that back there – she just froze. I probably would have done the same thing."
"Yeah, well you would defend her wouldn't you! She cost us the riff-off Beca! That's the kind of stupid mistake and non-professional attitude that's going to mean the difference between just competing and winning!"
"Chloe, you're starting to sound like my favourite Aca-Nazi, just chill!"
"Chill? How the hell can I chill with that fucking DSM Bitch hanging all over you? Why don't you go back over there and tell her how just how much you love how physically flawless she is!"
"So that's what this is all about?"
The redhead sank her shot with a huff and stormed off, barging between a stunned-looking Stacie and the younger Legacy girl who looked like she was about to burst into tears.
Beca's jaw could only hang open as she looked past the taller brunette to the retreating flame-haired girl. She glanced back at Stacie who with her eyes and a tilt of her head, motioned that Beca should go after her. The smaller brunette thrust her beer bottle and ran out of the cellar.
She caught up to the redhead just as she was about to open the front door, "Chloe! Chloe, wait!"
Chloe paused by the door and turned around, her eyes wet with tears.
"Oh Becs, I'm so.." her apology was cut short by Beca's prodding finger to her chest.
"Chloe Elizabeth Beale!" Beca's eyes were wide and unreadable and the brunette swallowed sharply. "You…" She punctuated the word with a gentle prod, closing the distance between their faces so that their noses touched, the brunette's breath gently caressing the stunned redhead's lips...
"…are so fucking hot when you're jealous!"
A/N Well, that was something a bit different. Don't worry. Normal fluff will be resumed shortly...