A/N: Hey, guys! It's Noah here, the some-what silent partner in crime for this writing duo. I wanted to leave a note for y'all to let you know why updates have taken so long. I know, I know. You're probably thinking, "We don't care, get on with the story." But if you've read the note this far, keep going to the end.

We are both college students, which means we have homework, research projects, and sleeping that need to be attended to. The past two weeks were dead week and finals week for me, which means if this fic doesn't involve "advanced psychological responses to common stimuli" I'm probably not going to touch it. But finals are over and I can completely dedicate myself to helping move this story along!

My apologies for the wait, I send my love to all you wonderful fans, we read all of your reviews (We feel sad when we see you asking for more and we don't have it ready yet), and if you feel so inclined you should send some love the author's way. She's great and works tirelessly to get this out for you. Again, we love all of you! Now, go ahead and read chapter ten.

Chapter Ten

Beca was pulled out of her sleep when she heard someone pounding against the door to her suite.

"Amy!" Beca moaned but heard no response. She raised herself off the bed a little to see that the blonde's bed was empty.

"Right," she mumbled. "I told you to stay somewhere else tonight." She focused her eyes on the blinking alarm clock. The tiny green lights slowly started to register inside her mind.

5:45

"You've got to be kidding," She groaned, slamming her head back against her pillow while the person on the other side of the door continued to bang against the wood.

"Okay! I'm coming!" Beca swung her feet over the side of her bed, trying to regain her balance as she stumbled towards the door. When she pulled the door open ready to give whoever was on the other side a piece of her mind the words caught in her throat.

Chloe was standing in front of her holding two ice cream cones, dressed for the day and perky as could be. Even though the red head had shadows under her eyes and the smile plastered on her face looked a little lazier than usual, she still seemed like she was the happiest person alive.

"Morning, sleepy head! It took you long enough," Chloe giggled. She looked the disheveled brunette over, taking in the way her rumpled pajama's fell loosely against her frame.

Beca yawned loudly, squinting her eyes against the light streaming in from the hallway. "Beale, no offence, but who in their right mind turns up on someone's door step this early in the morning with ice cream?"

'The hotel restaurant said it would take fifteen minutes for the coffee and I didn't want to wait," Chloe pouted. "I figured ice cream would give you the sugar rush you needed."

Beca nodded, crossing her arms and leaning against her doorframe.

"Okay, so what's up?"

Chloe bit her lip softly and cast her eyes to the ground. The pep talk she had given herself on the way to the brunette's room seemed to fly out the window as soon as Beca had answered her door. Even in her current state of shabby dress Chloe thought she still looked kind of adorable.

"I really need to talk to you about something. Can we go for a walk, maybe?"

"Dude, I'm in my pj's," Beca unnecessarily gestured down her body as if that was a good enough excuse to crawl back into bed.

"Then change, silly," Chloe smiled.

It was Beca's turn to look down and away from the girl in front of her. She didn't want to talk to Chloe; just being near the woman was torture enough. Them being alone together would just set her feelings on fire and there was no telling what might happen if they walked to a secluded spot. These feelings were driving her insane. The logical part of her brain was telling her to close the door and get back in bed while the hormone fueled part was telling her to drag Chloe into the room and kiss her until the older woman felt what she was feeling.

Sensing Beca's hesitation Chloe added, "I'm not going anywhere until you come with me, so…"

Beca smirked at the statement, recalling the fact that Chloe said something very similar when they were in the shower together. Beca finally looked into Chloe's eyes and her resolve crumbled.

"What flavor is it?" She asked quietly.

Chloe's smile widened. "Chocolate chip. Go change, I'll wait here."

Beca nodded and closed her door. She grabbed a tank top and a pair of sweat pants to throw on before she slipped into her flip-flops and walked out the door. Chloe handed her the ice cream as she lead the way out through the resort and out onto the beach.

The girls ate their ice cream in an awkward silence, both of them stealing glances at the other as the sun slowly started to rise over the horizon.

"So…" Beca started casually after she had finished eating. "What do you need to talk to me about?"

Chloe looked over and smiled.

"You have a little ice cream right here." She reached up and wiped the pad of her thumb just over Beca's lips.

"Thanks." Beca mumbled, blushing under the intense stare she was receiving. Butterflies erupted in her stomach the moment Chloe's fingers touched her and she was finding it difficult to concentrate. The way the sunlight was reflecting in her eyes and making her skin seem that much more tan made Beca feel even more of a magnetic pull towards the red head.

Damnit, Mitchell. This girl will be the death of you.

Beca swooped down to pick up some of the pebbles that were scattered along the shore.

"So, what's up?" Beca asked as she flicked a stone out in an attempt to skip it but frowned when it sank below the service. "I kind of figured it was something important since it's five something in the morning and you dragged me out of bed."

"How's your lip?" Chloe asked quietly, biting her own as she waited for a response.

"My lip? You dragged me out her to ask about my lip?"

Chloe laughed nervously. "Well, I never really asked you since the night it happened, so…"

"It's fine," Beca smiled and turned to look at the taller woman. "I mean it doesn't really hurt any more. I've taken worse hits."

"It must be tough to be a knight in shining armor, huh?"

"Most definitely," Beca replied sarcastically, catching Chloe staring at her again. Beca looked out at the water. The tide was calm, just the way she liked it. She would've probably gone swimming if it weren't so early. "You know what I love about this place? How clear the water is."

Kind of like your eyes, Beca thought to herself.

"I can't wait for our boat trip!" Chloe clapped excitedly, reaching over and taking the rock Beca was about to throw out of her hand. She tossed the pebble out to the water and smiled as it skipped three times before sinking.

"How did you-" Beca stuttered in amazement, following the rocks path and then turning to stare up at the older woman. "Well, someone's a show off."

"Hey, don't hate on me just because I'm better at skipping rocks than you," Chloe raised her hands in front of her in mock surrender before giggling and continuing their walk down the shore.

They continued to walk in silence until Beca stopped moving and huffed out, "I'm not walking any further until you tell me what you want to talk about."

Chloe turned back to laugh at how adorable the brunette was being but her breath caught in her throat. The way the morning sun light was shining directly onto the younger woman's face high lighted her strong features and made her eyes burn with a much deeper hue of blue than her own. The soft wind was blowing through the loose curls the swept across her collarbones and shoulders as her chest rose and fell with her easy breaths.

It was right then that Chloe knew she had to tell Beca what was racing through her brain. The red head took a few slow steps towards the DJ and waited for a reaction. Beca continued to stare out at the ocean so Chloe took a deep breath and leaned in towards Beca's face, moving her lips close to Beca's ear. Beca started a little when she noticed how close Chloe was to her and took in a sharp breath.

"I want you, Beca." Chloe whispered softly, her voice almost inaudible over the sound of the wind blowing around them.

Beca felt a shiver run down her spine and her veins fill with fire as the words bounced around inside of her head.

Did she really just say that?

Beca moved her face so that she was looking Chloe directly in the eyes, searching for any sign that the red head was playing some twisted practical joke on her.

"You," Beca started with a nervous chuckle, "Have a way of invading people's personal space. Did you know that?" Beca forced her body to back away from the red head but she remained close enough to still feel the butterflies causing a storm in her stomach.

Chloe smiled and nodded before reaching forward to grab Beca's hands and intertwine their fingers together.

"Chloe, I-" Beca started with a gasp, not exactly sure what was going on right at that moment or what she should say next.

Chloe leaned in so that their faces were centimeters away from one another.

"You want me too," Chloe smirked teasingly before leaning closer and ghosting her lips over the brunette's.

"I- I'm not- I can't-," Beca stumbled over her words as she became increasingly light headed at the closeness. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes before continuing. "I don't want you."

"Liar," Chloe simply replied. "You kicked a guys ass just for touching me." Chloe then leaned in so that her lips were next to the brunette's ear again. "And I know you felt something a lot deeper than lust between us when we had sex in that pool shed."

Beca felt her pulse quicken and had to bite back a whimper as she felt Chloe's lips graze her ear lobe. Of course she had felt something more between them but she had assumed it was all one sided. She felt the red head squeeze her hands to bring her out of her thoughts.

"Just say it, Beca." Chloe moved her lips back around to the front, tilting her head a little to bring them closer. "Just say you want me just like you did that night and I'm yours. I'm right here."

Beca swallowed as she looked back into Chloe's eyes and saw something that made her heart melt. There was so much reckless abandon reflected back at her that she couldn't ignore. Here Chloe was, laying it out for Beca in the simplest terms and doing all the work. All Beca had to do was nod her head and lean in a little closer… Just close the gap and show her how much of a roller coaster her emotions had put her on since the beginning of their trip…

And what about the emotional roller coaster her mother had been through with her father and Chloe's mother? What about the heartbreak she had suffered?

Beca sighed and removed her hands from Chloe's grip and shook her head, feeling her heart break a little when the realization of her never being able to be with Chloe hit her.

"Chloe… I can't."

Beca turned and started to move away, feeling herself crumble a little as she walked. She felt Chloe's hand wrap around her wrist and tug her to stop. When Beca didn't turn around to face the woman, Chloe gently pulled her around so they could face each other.

"Beca, just wait," Chloe pleaded softly as her eyes searched Beca's features and saw the remorse dancing across her face.

"Chloe, please-"

And then Beca couldn't speak anymore as Chloe's lips crashed down on hers. On instinct Beca brought her hands up to tangle in the other girl's fiery locks and returned the lip lock. Chloe pushed harder into the kiss, putting as much passion as she could behind it. Both girls felt something tear through them as they kissed.

This was the first time this had happened without something persuading them to do so. If Beca thought that Chloe was a good kisser when she was drunk, she wasn't sure how to describe it now. Only when Chloe's tongue slid into her mouth and she moaned out her approval did her brain jump back to reality.

Mother. Heartache. Ginger. Dad.

Beca jerked back, pushing Chloe away from her in the process.

"Stop!"

"Beca? What's wrong?"

"God damnit, Chloe," Beca whispered as she brought her fingers up to her lips.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," Chloe said as she reached forward to grab Beca's arms.

"Don't fucking touch me." Beca spat. Chloe immediately lowered her arms.

"Just because of what happened between our parents doesn't mean-" Chloe started.

"It doesn't mean what? It doesn't mean we can't be together? 'Hey, mom this is my girlfriend Chloe. You might recognize her as the daughter of the woman dad left you for. Any way, it's fine, right?' How am I supposed to explain that?" Beca asked incredulously.

"That's between them!" Chloe said, her voice rising as her emotions raged inside her. "That is between our parents, not us! I'm sorry for what happened, I wish it hadn't happened at all and we never met your dad that day but we did and things got messy. That doesn't mean we can't love each other."

As soon as the word love left Chloe's lips Beca knew exactly what she had to do. She closed her eyes and fought back the tears that were threatening to spill out as she took a deep breath. When she knew her emotions were squirrelled away she steeled herself in preparation of ripping out Chloe's heart.

Beca looked into Chloe's eyes and laughed humorlessly.

"Love? Jesus Christ. We have sex once and all of the sudden you're throwing words like love around? If I had to describe our naked encounter in one word I'd say drunk. Or mediocre. Or mistake," Beca drew out the last word for emphasis as she watch Chloe's face drop. "But love? Please. Like I could ever love someone like you."

"You don't mean that," Chloe whimpered.

"Yes, I do," Beca nodded. "I don't even like you. I haven't since the day I found out about your mother, I never will. You were a one-night stand and that's all you'll ever be. Look at how things have changed. A Mitchell is leaving a Beale high and dry for once without any regard for the fall out."

Beca turned on her heel and started to walk off when she felt Chloe aggressively pull her back around to face her again.

"Say what you want about that tired sob story you've practiced for two years, I don't care," Chloe said angrily. "But don't you dare act like you don't care about me. I know how you feel, I know what love looks like and I know what defensive ass holes act like when they don't want to admit it to themselves. The only reason you even showed interest in Brett was to make me jealous."

Beca laughed mockingly before speaking slowly like she was explaining something simplistic to a child, "No, I showed interest in Brett because I actually like him. And he's a great kisser."

"Bull shit, Beca! That's fucking bull shit!" Chloe yelled, furiously pushing the woman away from her. "You want to know how I know it's bull shit? I did the same fucking thing with Phil until he turned into a dick. When I tried to sleep with Tom yesterday I couldn't do it because of you."

"Because of me? What do I have to do with your sex life? Other than the obvious 'we fucked' part?"

"Because all I can fucking think about is your stupid face. All I can see is fucking Beca Mitchell smirking at me."

"Fucking, huh? I'm surprised that you aren't saying 'making love' with the way you were throwing that word around earlier," Beca spat back, adding fuel to their fight.

Amy and Luke were walking hand in hand towards Amy's bungalow when the pair spotted Beca and Chloe talking animatedly down on the beach. They weren't close enough to hear what was being said but they could at least watch form a distance.

"Aww, look at the little lesbian lovebirds," Amy cooed happily as if she were watching two puppies play together. "It looks like yours and Brett's plan worked, then."

"I knew after signing them up for the couples competition it was only a matter of time, " Luke smiled happily. "And that yoga sex class I signed you up for helped seal the deal."

"So that class wasn't for our benefit?" Amy mock gasped as she slapped his arm playfully. "The instructor was more predatory than a dingo hunting for babies in a nursery."

"Sal is a good guy, just a little pervy," Luke defended as his smile grew wider.

"How many times do I have to apologize for my mother's mistakes, Beca?" Chloe asked in exasperation.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Chloe. Do you think sorry takes back all the nights I had to console my grieving mother after my father left? Do you think sorry makes up for the weeks I went without hearing a word from my dad? Your family wasn't left in shambles. Your mom found a new boyfriend to occupy her vagina while my life fell apart."

"Beca, my mom is actually a really nice per-"

"Oh, wait!" Beca exclaimed to cut off the next excuse. "Let's not forget that my boyfriend left me for you two days after we had sex. I guess I'm not as experienced as the Beale women."

"Okay, that's enough," Chloe snapped. "Stop it with the not so subtle jabs at my mother. It takes two to nakedly tango and your father was a willing participant. And stop assuming she and I are the same person. I actually take a lot after my dad, which you would notice if you had taken the time to listen to me bitch about my mother during practice." Chloe took a breath before continuing in a much calmer tone. "Jesse is an ass for what he did. As soon as he told me about his feelings I shut him down. I told him that I thought it would be a mistake for you guys to break up. He didn't listen to me."

Beca crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. Of course Chloe was being sweet again. She was making this so much harder than it needed to be. Beca had hoped that just rejecting the girl would be enough to have the ginger tuck her tail between her legs and go cry on Aubrey's shoulder. Apparently Beca had to really mutilate Chloe's heart. She had to make the other woman hate her.

"Just leave me alone, Chloe," Beca sighed. "You mean absolutely nothing to me."

Chloe's eye's filled with unshed tears before she choked out, "You don't mean that. I know you don't mean that."

"Stop kidding yourself Beale. You were a decent fuck, but I've already had you. I don't want you. Get over it." Beca regretted every word as it left her mouth but she knew she couldn't break her façade yet. This had to be real for Chloe.

Chloe gulped back as a sob crashed through her body.

"You kissed me back," she whispered. "You kissed me back. I know you feel it too and for some reason you're refusing to let this happen. Well, you got what you wanted, Mitchell. I'm done. I hate you."

With that Chloe took off in the other direction, trying her hardest not to completely break down until she got back to her suite.

"I'm so sorry, Chlo…" Beca whispered to herself as she watched the woman run away from her. Every bone in her body was begging her to take off after the girl, tell her that she did want to be together. Instead she sat down in the sand and looked out across the ocean as she let all of her composure fall away and tears flooded down her face.

"What the hell?" Luke asked as he and Amy watched the girls gesticulate angrily.

"I think we spoke to soon," Amy responded as she watched Chloe take off. "And there goes Little Red."

"Damn it, Beca," Luke snarled out. "What the hell did you do now?"

He tightened his grip on Amy's hand and started to speed walk towards the suites.

"Luke, where are we going? Slow down!"

"To Brett's," Luke replied simply as he sped up. Once they were outside of Brett's suite Luke began to bang impatiently and incessantly on the door.

"What the hell, man?" Brett asked groggily when he saw Luke and Amy standing in front of him.

"Plan fucking A back fired, that's 'what the hell man'. Beca did something stupid and I'm pretty sure whatever it is isn't something Chloe is going to forgive easily. It's time for plan B. You know where to meet me?" Luke asked. Brett nodded his head in the affirmative.

Luke gave his own curt nod before dragging Amy off down the hallway