Chloe was late, like super late, which was unusual because punctuality was one of her strong points. But that stupid senior party the previous night in her dorm had called for some poor life decisions to be made, the usual college kind, hence the redhead waking up incredibly late and hungover.

It was her last year at Barden before she went out into the world to commit to her teacher training. They were exciting times, but also somewhat nerve wracking. Ever since she was a kid she always wanted to be a teacher.

She loved to read and learn and fell in love with English and literature at a young age. Her bedroom back home was basically a walk in library and her dorm room walls were covered in books. She loved nothing more than getting lost between the pages of a good story. From the contemporary to the classics.

It often surprised people that bubbly Chloe Beale, the girl who never missed a social event and was probably one of the most popular girls on campus, was also what some would call a nerd. Depending on the day you could either find her helping to organise some sort of college fun for her peers, or, sitting under a tree reading anything from Jane Austen to Harry Potter.

Brains and beauty, that was Chloe Beale, but what really made her popular, was her openness towards others. Chloe didn't care much for labels or social hierarchy's, she just loved getting to know someone and making new friends. Her friend groups were made up of a variety of diverse people from all walks of life and that's exactly how she liked it.

So she excelled in the world of university, being able to learn and meet people with different interests and backgrounds, it was perfect for her. It helped shape her future goals of becoming a teacher. Or at least they would if she got to her class on time.

Dashing through the quad, she manoeuvred around the throngs of people as she tried to navigate her way to the building she needed to be in. It was Freshmen orientation week, or as all other years called it, the week from hell. Parents dropping off their kids, newbies trying desperately to fit in and make a good impression.

Normally Chloe would be helping out at one of the stands for one of the many clubs she was in, she kind of wished she was able to participate, but as she looked at her watch she remembered she had more important things to be catching up on.

Shooting down the path and around the corner, she collided with another body and fell into the strangers arms as her bag and latest reading material fell to the ground. The arms currently wrapped around her gripped her tighter and helped pull her into a standing position as Chloe sprouted off a string of apologies.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," she said before finally glancing up into navy blue eyes and seeing the person she had run into for the first time. She was beautiful, slightly smaller than Chloe with pale perfect skin, raven locks braided either side and just the right amount of eyeliner to make her eyes pop.

"It's okay," the other woman replied, pulling the strap of her guitar case up higher onto her shoulder before reaching down and picking up Chloe's belongings, handing them over to her. The redhead took them into hand and thanked her.

"I'm Chloe," she said as she stuck her hand out for the other woman to shake, "I don't think I've seen you around before." The other woman grasped her hand and shook it gently before retracting it and looping her thumb under the strap of her guitar case.

"Beca, I actually just started today," came the response and Chloe nodded her head in understanding. That would explain a lot, there was no way a girl this gorgeous would've gone undetected for this long.

"Ah so you're a Fresher," Chloe winked with a cheeky grin on her face and Beca snorted out a laugh before nodding her head to confirm the redheads suspicions.

"Yep that I am, and I take it by the Pace Academy graduating class of 2009 badge pinned to your bag, you're either a Senior or a professor who has aged incredibly well," Beca joked. Chloe giggled, she liked this girl, a lot, she had a great sense of humour.

"Well I mean I keep up a strict moisturising regime, it takes a lot to look this good at my age," she replied, making Beca grin as she held up her hand and gestured towards Chloe's face.

"Clearly it's working cause all of this is incredible," Beca responded, her tone clearly displaying the playful banter she had found herself engaged in. Chloe blushed at that and bit her lower lip to stop the smile that was breaking out from splitting her face. Glancing down at her watch she realised she was never going to make it to her class now anyways so she decided to take a chance on in a different idea.

"Do you maybe wanna go grab a coffee? She asked, pulling at the strap of her bag out of nervousness as she regarded the woman before her. "I know this awesome little place nearby that does the best coffee and its right by campus, you'll love it," she finished.

Beca thought about it for a minute, clearly she had been intending on going somewhere else and was weighing up her options. Then, as if clarity had just snapped its fingers in her face, she was shrugging her shoulders and nodding at the ginger.

"Sure why not, I couldn't possibly upset the social hierarchy by refusing to bend to the will of a Barden Senior," Beca said, that playful tone creeping in again. Chloe chuckled and then turned her body slightly waiting for Beca to fall into step beside.

It was during this meeting that they learned so much about one another. That Chloe's parents had married young and that her dad came from a wealthy business family but had established his own independent Beale branch and made his own wealth over the years. That she had three overprotective brothers that she loved and had a super tight relationship with and that she loved to read, write and sing.

Beca for her part had talked about growing up a "military brat". Her parents had met while serving and this lead to a lot of moving around and unsettlement for Beca. They had planned on having other kids, but with both of them serving it made it difficult, even after Beca's mother had fulfilled her service and left.

So she grew up an only child. Living a nomadic life had made it difficult for her to sustain long friendships, however she had met her best friend Jesse a couple of years ago and they had remained tight. He was even attending Barden. He too came from a military background and it had bonded them when they met.

Ever since she was a kid she loved music and to keep some consistency in her life, had taken to learning piano and guitar so that something could always follow her no matter where she went. She loved it, but wasn't sure what it was she wanted to do with her life, she was still figuring herself out.

Chloe had been a little saddened by the idea that Beca had moved around so much. She could only imagine the loneliness of knowing that at any moment you could be uprooted again. It made her more determined to befriend this woman who had crashed into her life, and after listening to Beca talk and getting to know more of that sense of humour, she could safely say she was very interested in making sure she stuck around.

If only they knew the life this happy little accident would hold in store for them….