A/N: Thank you for all of the feedback! I'm so glad you liked the last chapter. I'm continuing on the fluff train while slowly developing things. There is still a lot of story left to go. Everything is just going at its own pace. Without further a due, I give you the next chapter. (It's really early morning, so still counts as Thursday! Even if I haven't slept yet.) Hope you like it!

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Chapter 10

Beca was wasting away her morning productively, working on yet another mash-up. The whole time trying not to check her phone. She had texted Chloe earlier about the five dollar bill she found walking to class and suggested they go spend it together. Which would also entail Beca getting her Chloe fix before 2 pm. Beca would be lying if she wasn't ecstatic about the possibility. Chloe hadn't messaged her back yet and it was going on 4 pm. With each passing moment the petite woman found her eyes straying more frequently to her phone because Chloe was an immediate text replier. Unless she was busy. Then it was five to ten minutes and she'd reply. She just had to wait for the perfect moment when the professor wasn't looking. So, naturally, Beca was beginning to worry something had happened to her friend that led to her inability to use her thumbs. The more time that passed the more anxious she became and outlandish the scenarios she thought up were.

Her first theory made her visibly cringe, but it was better than the other options. After all Beca didn't really want to picture Chloe having an afternoon sex-capade with Tom in the showers. It was a likely situation, given Beca was pretty sure that was what was happening that day Chloe and her harmonized Chloe's lady jam. The redhead also seemed to be just as enthused about such things as Beca was in high school about having conquests with people with blue eyes. Given all of Beca's conquests, no matter if they included making out or more, had been with blue eyed people, Jesse being the solo exception, Chloe's enthusiasm for sex could be considered pretty high.

Her next theory was more tame, not any more appealing, but tame. Aubrey always seemed to randomly high-jack Chloe for serious aca-business meetings. Which always left Beca rolling her eyes and Aubrey glaring at her. But even during those meetings Chloe would find a second to send off a text to Beca. So she moved onto the next theory, Chloe being stuck in a Chinese finger trap like when they were kids. That one didn't seem any more likely though, considering Chloe would probably just activate voice activation, using her nose, and call Beca or Aubrey to come help her. Besides, they weren't that hard to get out of.

Then Beca's next theory came to mind, what if Chloe was kidnapped. Sure the rational part of Beca knew that it was a ridiculous theory, but at the same time it was Chloe. The embodiment of sunshine in a beautiful bubbly package. Who wouldn't want that? As time passed the more convinced Beca became that Chloe had been kidnapped and not only had Chloe been kidnapped, but that she had been kidnapped by the mob. The mob who cut off Chloe's thumbs. That was why she couldn't text Beca back. The more she stewed over it, the more worried she became until she decided to do the one thing she vowed never to do. She was going to text Aubrey for help.

She had just whipped out her phone when there was a knock at the door. Beca quickly sprinted to it because surely it was Aubrey. After all, out of the two of them, Aubrey was far more organized and on top of things. So surely the older Bella was far ahead of her, already forming a search party. Only when she flings open the door to her room, it's not Aubrey beaming at her, but Chloe. Chloe… in a Native American costume.

Beca had to take a moment to compose herself. One because she just spent the last few hours thinking up all the horrible things that could have happened to the very healthy and completely safe ginger in front of her. And, two, because Chloe looked absolutely adorable in a short brown strapped dress with fringe at the top, a head band with feathers attached, two braided locks of copper hair, and two stripes painted under each eye. Once Beca overcame her slight daze, brought on by Chloe's appearance, she felt like hitting her head repeatedly against the door. She had completely forgotten about Aubrey's most recent plan to raise money for the Bellas by going around once a month, dressed according to the Holiday of the month, door to door singing songs for donations. With the realization, Beca relaxed, Chloe obviously was assigned November and was dressed for Thanksgiving. Aubrey had a strict no phones while caroling rule, even after Beca pointed out it wasn't caroling if they weren't singing Christmas songs. That didn't go over well earning the smallest Bella a few extra laps. Aubrey made a point of randomly checking up on them to be sure all rules were being enforced. So Chloe definitely wouldn't have been able to text her.

Feeling sure of everything, Beca easily starts, a small smile forming. "Hey, Chlo what's-"

Before she could finish, Chloe cut her off with, "Hi, I'm Chloe Beale! Co-captain of Barden's all female singing acapella group. And we're trying to raise enough money to go to regionals. Do you have anything to spare? Really anything would help." Chloe ended with one of her heart -warming smiles, confidence oozing through the whole speech.

Beca just blinked at her in response. "What?" Chloe just repeated herself with the same enthusiasm. Beca straightened a little. "So we're-we're doing this… we're like." Chloe just raised an eyebrow at Beca. "Okay… I don't have any money. Sooo yeah… no can do. Good luck and all."

Chloe's jaw dropped before pointedly stating, "Beca. Mitchell. You liar! I happen to know for a fact you have five dollars in your wallet right now."

Beca leaned her shoulder into the door frame separating her room from the hall, arms crossed and a smirk growing. "I'm sorry, Chloe was it?" Chloe looked mildly exasperated. "But are you stalking me or something? Cause I don't even know you. How would you know what's in my wallet?"

"Because you sent me a text today that you found five dollars and I should come over and help you spend it."

Beca's face shifted into fake surprise as she gestured at Chloe. "Dude, that's exactly what I told my friend earlier. Did you like kidnap her or something, like did you steal her phone? Are you physic?"

"Beca I'm being serious here. You lied in the name of aca! What am I going to do with you? You totes owe me ice cream now."

It was obvious Chloe was playing around, the glint of mischief still in her eyes. So Beca continued with the ruse, pushing a little further than she normally would be comfortable with, at least when it came to Chloe. "If you wanted to go out with me so badly you could have just said so instead of doing all this." Beca gestured at Chloe. "I'm sure my friend wouldn't mind. You're hotter anyway."

"As if!' Chloe scoffed. If Beca didn't know any better, she would have said the redhead's cheeks had turned a mild shade of pink. Chloe then stepped into Beca's personal space, poking the younger Bella in the clavicle. "Beca Mitchell, you are encourage-able. Who would have thought little adorable fun sized you would be such a player."

Beca flushed at the comment and their proximity, stuttering before finally getting out, "Can we-like-be done now? This is… I'm running out of things-things to uh say." She nervously rubbed the back of her neck.

"Sure Becs! This was fun! We should do it again." Chloe beamed, bouncing in place like it wasn't strange to ask your friend to basically role play with you.

The petite girl's face scrunched up. "You are so weird."

"Yeah, but you love it." Chloe said, a flirty knowing smile accompanying a mildly husked voice.

Then Chloe was planting a lingering kiss just at the corner of, a clearly flustered, Beca's mouth before bounding into the room. Beca took a few deep breaths before following.

Even with the deep calming breaths, Beca's cool did not last long. Not with Chloe Beale clad in a Native Americans costume sprawled across the floor on her stomach, feet clad in moccasins kicking in the air, and brows lightly furrowed as she nibbled on a pencil, eyes trained on a textbook. Everything about it was breath taking, rays of sunshine perfectly caressing every inch of the redhead that was pure perfection. Then there were the moments when Chloe would look up with crystal blue eyes to catch Beca's, a small smile in place, before turning her attention back to her book, smile remaining for a few seconds before her brow would furrow again. It made Beca's heart come to a screeching stop until Chloe looked away again. Beca would go back to her own textbook. She was so happy she was spread out across her bed, back supported by pillows and her headboard. Beca wasn't sure if her legs would be able to hold her if she was standing with a single look from Chloe. She knew it was clique and Beca hated that it was, but that was how she felt.

Finally, Chloe closed her book and looked up at Beca expectantly.

Once she noticed, Beca responded. "What?"

"I, don't know… You've just been looking at me a lot. Thought maybe there was something…" Chloe looked away shyly before meeting Beca's eyes again. "Bothering you?"

Beca felt the growing panic rising in her chest as she scrambled for something to say. She couldn't just dismiss her lingering gazes. That would definitely make Chloe suspicious, looking for answers. After all, Beca had opened up about the movie and tea thing just a bit ago. She really didn't want to see the disappointed kicked puppy look on Chloe's face, which she knew would follow if she shut her down. Beca couldn't tell her the truth, not ready to basically pour out all her feelings to the adorable Native American clad woman lying on her floor. Luckily for once, Beca's mind came up with a feasible excuse.

She sighed, pushing back her hair. "I just… I feel cheated."

"What do you mean?" Chloe's lips pursed in confusion.

"Well… weren't you suppose to sing a song when I opened the door?" She couldn't help the smirk making its way across her lips.

Chloe's usual easy smile instantly slipped back into place. "Yeeeah, but there's not really any songs about Thanksgiving that are for people outside of grade school. We almost did a song called 'A Turkey Dance', but Lily refused to participate. So we just picked random songs she could beat box to and I sang." Chloe shrugged. "Besides, you totes didn't make a donation. So you don't get a song."

"Dude, how does that fit the aca guidelines and regulations of being an upstanding person?"

"Becs, really I'm up-holding them by not singing. My voice is almost completely shot."

Bea's face instantly took on a mask of concern, moving to get up. "Why didn't you say anything? I'll make you some tea."

"Beca." The younger Bella instantly stopped. Chloe was smiling fondly at her as she got up. "Continue studying, I can get it." Beca went to argue, but Chloe cut her off, leaning down and kissing the shorter woman on the cheek. "You're really sweet, but I've got this." For a second Beca could have sworn Chloe's eyes flashed down to her lips, but the moment was so brief and then Chloe was sauntering off to Beca's snack cabinet. Beca found her eyes roaming over every inch of her friend. She instantly felt guilty, remembering that Tom was Chloe's boyfriend and she really shouldn't be looking at Chloe like a new song she couldn't wait to place her hands on. A song she could manipulate into a mess of sounds she could meld with her own.

To further drive the point into the forefront of her mind, Beca brought him up as Chloe went about making a cup of 'Jammin lemon Ginger' tea. Which was maybe an unspoken taboo because they never talked about him. "Sooo… Has Tom seen you yet? Like all dressed up and stuff?" Beca nervously played with the edge of her jeans. She really didn't want to know Tom's reaction to Chloe's outfit, but at the same time it would provide the needed distance.

The older Bella stiffened at his name, but quickly relaxed. "Nooo… Why?"

"I just… um… figured he'd- you know- like it. You look-look- you know… uh, good."

Chloe looked at Beca, a sly grin in place. "Was that your strange way of complementing me?"

"No, I mean… you do look-uh-good. I just figured he'd want-he'd like it." Beca looked away to rub the back of her neck, nerves in full affect.

"Well, thanks anyway. He won't be seeing it so I really won't know." Chloe's smile faded as she talked, turning back to what she was doing.

Beca hesitantly went forward. "Really?"

"We broke up."

"Oh." Was all Beca could come up with in reply, feeling stupid for bringing it up. She should have known this information, after all they were friends. Then again Chloe never told her. That fact gnawed at her, all her feelings of not being enough resurfacing. She quickly shoved them aside. The moment at hand not a good one for her to have a pity party for herself.

"Yeah… A day or two after the riff-off."

"Oh… Chloe, I'm really sorry." Beca planned on saying more, but Chloe cut in with one of her more jovial smiles.

"Really, it's nothing. No big deal. It was my decision." Chloe shrugged and with it washed away all of the previous signs of discontent. Beca wanted to believe her friend, but knew better. Stacie and Amy had been randomly feeding her trivia about Chloe and Tom's relationship for some time now. She didn't know why, it wasn't like it made her feel any better about her own feelings for a certain redhead. Through their random trivia unloads, she had found out that Chloe and Tom had known each other since high school. They only started dating their first year of college. From there, they've had an on and off again relationship for the past three to four years. Although, their breaks were littered with some very promising relationships, they somehow always wound up back together. Really, Beca shouldn't feel any glimmer of hope at a newly single, well for almost over a month, Chloe Beale, but it was there. It was starting, slow and warm in her chest, making every glance from Chloe a little more meaningful.

"Well, still… It's really his loss. You're-you're the most amazing person ever. So…" She looked up, catching Chloe's eyes as she ran a hand through her hair, not sure what to say next, already having said to much.

Of course, Jesse, having the most impeccable timing, bursts through Beca's dorm room door at that exact moment, breaking the rapidly building tension. Chloe turned back to what she was doing, any lingering essences of what she was thinking hidden from the younger girl. Chloe finished making her tea, taking a hearty sip, as Jesse rambled on, not noticing she was in the room.

"You know what day it is Be-Caw? It's movie-cation day!" He threw his coat off and started pulling out movie after movie. "So we have a tear jerking line-up, but a good one. Starting with The Green Mile. Then moving onto Shawshank Redemption. And finally, for the woman who claims to know the ending of every movie known to man, we have Million Dollar Baby." He just pulled out a bag of homemade popcorn, as he finally turned to face the two woman in the room. "So who's ready for… pop-corn?" He trailed off, realizing Chloe was in the room. They still hadn't gotten over the whole fight at the pizzeria. Chloe just raised her eyebrows at him as she took another sip of her tea. "Chloe." Was Jesse's curt greeting.

Chloe tried to come off more friendly, smile in place and a small wave, but it was stiff. "Jesse."

Beca looked between the two, wondering if another verbal fight was going to break out like last time. When the other two just continued to stare at each other, Beca decided to cut in. "Dude, you can't just walk into my room unannounced."

"But you always leave it unlocked and it's not like I'm going walk in on anything I shouldn't see."

She really wanted to hit him, she could feel Chloe's eyes on her, surely questioning the statement. "Still doesn't mean you can just walk in. What if- What if I was, like, you know…" Her eyes quickly went to Chloe, who looked utterly confused, and then pointedly looked at Jesse.

"Ha! It's not like that's going to-" Beca glared at him, effectively shutting him up. "Fine, it won't happen again."

"Good! Now what's all of this?" She gestured at the movies and popcorn.

"Movie-cation Friday! As in every Friday I educate you on the wonders of moving pictures with sound." He made it sound like she had never heard of the concept of a movie before.

"I hate you!"

"Yeah, well the feelings mutual." He looked from Beca to Chloe and back again. "Sooo are we doing this?... Or do you have plans?" He glanced back at Chloe, looking the girl up and down, not sure why she was in a Native American costume.

"Shit! I'm sorry Jesse, I completely forgot. You know how I am."

"Becs, this is like the second time you have forgotten!"

"Dude, I know okay! I'll, like make it up to you okay? We'll have a ten hour marathon." He didn't look convinced. "And I'll bring snacks?"

Chloe finally spoke up, looking slightly deflated in comparison to her usual self. "I can go. I have official Bella stuff I can go take care of. Go change out of all this." Chloe gestured towards her costume.

Beca really didn't want Chloe to go. The Native American outfit was quickly becoming one of her favorite Chloe Beale outfits. Chances were, she would never see it again passed that day. That and she just really wanted to spend time with Chloe. Jesse must have noticed, or Beca was doing a really bad job of masking her emotions. Either way, Jesse combatted Chloe's offer.

"No, I'll go. You two have a girl's night or afternoon."

'No, Jesse really I can go. It's not fair for me to monopolize Beca's time. It's totes okay."

Jesse had already packed up his stuff though and was heading towards the door. "Really, stay Chloe. You'd be doing me a favor. It's been such a long time since Beca has bought any type of food product for me and I can't wait for that ten hour marathon. I have the peeeeerfect series in mind." Beca was starting to regret making the offer already. Jesse looked to her. "Just remember to bring drinks besides red bull, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Beca grumbled.

"Also remember next time, I'm the best thing to help you fly." He was trying to be subtle, with Chloe in the room, saying he was the perfect wing man, but obviously was failing. Both girls were looking at him like he was doing some way out there tribal dance in his underwear.

He tried to elaborate. "You know like wings only not." Still confusion, so he tacked on more. "I'm like a guy, but not a guy." The strange looks just intensified. "Whatever, I'll tell you later. Have fun you two. Be safe." He winked at Beca who was glaring at him. Chloe still looked confused. "Well, I'll see you later Becs. Chloe." He gave the redhead a nod, who returned the gesture.

Jesse left, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Beca before closing the door. Beca stared down the door for a minute, making sure he wasn't coming back before sighing and looking back at her textbook.

"You totally like him." Chloe stated, some of her usual jovialness returning. She put her tea down on the shelf above Beca's bed.

Beca didn't even bother looking up, finding the suggestion ridiculous. "No I don't."

"But you totally do! You're totally going to have aca-children and everything!" Chloe flopped down next to her on the bed and poked Beca's sides, making the petite girl squirm, knocking her textbook to the floor. Beca pushed her away, finally looking up at a pleased looking Chloe.

"Eeeew! That's disgusting. Just… Gross!"

Chloe rolled onto her stomach, propping her head up with her hands, arms in an upside down v formation. She nudged Beca's legs with her hip. "Come on Becs it's obvious." Chloe drops the volume of her voice to a whisper, shifting forward slightly. "You can totes tell me." Her eyes got big like a child's on Christmas day, only there wasn't as much of a glint of excitement in her eyes. There was a hint of hesitation. A brace to whatever Beca said next. The younger girl failed to take note of it. Instead finding the whole look rather adorable, especially considering Chloe was still in full native American garb with feather headband in place and face paint striped below each eye, two braids of copper locks framing her face.

"Okay, I'll tell you." Chloe immediately perked up. Beca shifted the pillow from behind her to in front of her, as if she was going to hug it for comfort. She then hit Chloe playfully with the pillow to punctuate each word as she spoke. "I'm. Not. Dating. Jesse. That's. Gross!" Beca huffed at the end, trying to blow the hair that fell in her face out of the way.

Chloe laid there, headband slightly askew, pretending to be in deep thought. A cheeky smile appeared on her lips as she spoke. "Aaah! So it's more of a friends with benefits type thing." Chloe leaned forward conspiratorially. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." She mimed zipping her lips and locking them with a key, finishing with a wink.

Beca pouted, crossing her arms as she grumbled. "That's not what I fucking said."

Chloe just cooed at her, pushing herself onto her knees. "Aaaaaw! Did I upset big ol' badass Beca Mitchell with my words? Aaaw, come here Becs. I'll make it better!"

She smiled at Beca as she spread her arms wide trying to hug the younger girl. Beca just pushed her away protesting. "No, go away!"

Chloe put her hands on her chest with mock hurt. "Why?"

Beca scrambled for something to say, coming up with the most juvenile come back. It even made her roll her eyes at herself internally. "Because you smell."

"Really?" A small smile appeared on Chloe's lips.

Beca wasn't going to fold that easily. Her face remained neutral as she spoke, not at all sincere. "Yep! You totally smell."

Chloe's grin started to slip. "Wait, you mean it?"

Beca's brow furrowed, not sure if they were still playing around, and nodded hesitantly in the affirmative. Chloe's face instantly shifted to true concern as she started to scramble, looking for an unknown object. "Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me sooner! Is it my breath? It's my breath right? Alice, the old Bella captain, always said it smelled like egg salad. Normally I chew five pieces of gum a day, but I ran out. So I ate a bunch of tic-tacs, which not aca-tastic. I know. They just mask it, but I didn't have anything else, but- damn it! Where did I put them?"

"Chloe?" Beca tried to get her friend to stop frantically searching for her tic-tacs and rambling on. She was too focused on her task to take mind of Beca's utterance of her name. So Beca did the only thing she could think to do. She hesitated for a second before grabbing Chloe's face, forcing her to look at her and effectively stopping Chloe's frantic searching. Beca had to take a moment, taken aback by Chloe's big beautiful pleading blue eyes. It was really disconcerting knowing even upset, Chloe Beale looked gorgeous. "Chloe, your breath is fine. I was joking."

Chloe raised a hand to cover her mouth as she spoke, Beca quickly slapped it away, causing Chloe to try and speak without opening her mouth. Which didn't work very well. "But you said-"

Beca cut in. "I know what I said. I was joking. Your breath is always minty fresh."

"But Alice-" Chloe looked away. Beca cut in again, stroking Chloe's jaw line to get her to look at her again. "Alice sounds like an idiot. Besides chewing all that gum can't be good for your teeth." Chloe did not look convinced. So Beca tacked on, nudging her with her knee as she stroked her jaw again. "Do you really think I'd get this close to you if I thought you had bad breath?" Chloe shook her head as much as she could with Beca's hands on either side of her face. "Everything okay now?" Chloe nodded. "Good!" Beca glanced at Chloe's lips realizing just how close they actually were, only a few inches separating them. With the concern for the other girl's well-being out of the way, she could finally take in the softness of the skin beneath her hands, the breath ghosting over her own lips, and the heat quickly building low in her stomach. She contemplated for a moment kissing those lips. After all Chloe was single and she was single, but maybe right after a moment of vulnerability wasn't the best time. There was also still the question of her sexuality. Instead she leaned in placing a lingering kiss to Chloe's forehead. She could have sworn she heard Chloe gasp at the contact, but she wasn't sure. Beca slowly released the older girls face as she shifted back. There was tension that filled the air, thick and heavy. Chloe just looking at Beca curiously, trying to find something. What, the younger Bella wasn't sure.

Then the redhead was smiling mischievously. "So is that what you and Jesse do when you have movie nights? You just stare longing into each other's eyes?" The tension instantly disappeared.

Beca's jaw dropped at the accusation, her cheeks reddening. "I hate you!" She exclaimed as she threw a pillow at the giggling redhead and then fell back against her bed, mortified, her arm covering her eyes. Chloe soon followed, curling up into Beca's side, hugging the younger girl's waist and resting her head on Beca's chest. Beca dropped her arm from over her eyes and absently played with one of Chloe's braids. She could feel Chloe smiling.

"Nah! You love me." Chloe pulled her closer, pressing a feather light kiss to the underside of Beca's chin.

All Beca could think was, 'you have no idea.'

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A/N: Okay, so I have some mildly bad news. Originally I had written roughly five chapters that were sequentially in order so that I would never run out of something to post if I got behind. Only problem is I caught up because I spent a lot of time writing scenes/chapters that take place several chapters ahead of the sequential stuff. So as of right now, I only have roughly a third to half of the next chapter written and about a third of the one that follows it before I have another sequence of fully written chapters. Which normally, fine no biggy I've been itching to finish them (The ideas for them just a few days old and I have notes on where they're going.) and there is plenty of time before next Thursday. Only problem is I have a Final next Wednesday and I really need to do well because my grade is not so hot. Soooo I probably won't pick it up again until after my final. I'm going to give you my tumblr that I only use for posting my original works on because I kind of despise this sites whole follow a fic, but inability to give you notifications things. (Unless there is something I am missing.) In the future I might post music picks (because there will be some) and other references for the fic in the future since I'm giving it out. That way you can know exactly when I post the next chapter. Which I always post on tumblr after I post here. My tumblr name is as follows: pentopage33

You'll know if you are in the right place if the profile picture is what looks like a large glass of ice tea and a glass of water. On a happier note, due to some of the suggestions you have made, little things I have thought up along the way, and chapters being long enough to be split in two, there are going to be more chapters than I originally anticipated. So there will most likely be more than 20 chapters. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but I'm sure you will decide in time. (Sorry this is so long.)