A/N: Once again a million apologies for the lateness but here is the latest chapter! :)

We do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

Two months later

Sure, Beca had been happy before.

But this, this was something else entirely.

Beca was in pure bliss.

The brunette closed her eyes again, curling further into the embrace of her girlfriend as they lay in bed. They lay facing each other, Chloe still sleeping. Beca's left and Chloe's right fingers were intertwined against the mattress and the couples' legs were intertwined as well, so much so that you couldn't have been able to tell who's were who's from a glance. Beca had her free arm draped over Chloe's waist and her hand reached the small of her back. Beca grinned to herself.

Yeah, she fucking loved cuddling.

But of course, she would never admit that.

Beca re-opened her eyes to cast a loving glance to Chloe, and the redhead seemed to sense it.

"What are you doing?" She mumbled, a sleepy smile spreading across her face.

"Just being a creep," Beca replied as she reached out to cup her face.

"It's a good job I love you," Chloe said before turning so her back was pressed into Beca's front.

"Love you too," Beca said, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards into a content grin, closing her eyes.

"I have to go to work," Chloe groaned a few hours later, beginning to wriggle out of Beca's arms.

"No you don't," Beca replied sleepily, tightening her grip around Chloe's waist. "I already called them and told them you wouldn't be back for the next few hundred years." Chloe giggled and Beca's mouth twitched into a grin.

"You have to go to work too," Chloe pointed out. Beca whined in response. "Don't make those lovely customers of yours wait for their coffee."

"They're not lovely," Beca grimaced as she thought about her usual customers. "In fact, I think most of them are probably descendants of Umbridge."

"That's because they need coffee," Chloe said, chuckling. She would tease her girlfriend about the Harry Potter reference later. "And it's your job to supply it."

"They'll have Jesse," Beca said. Chloe sighed before deciding to try a new tactic to get her out of bed.

"You know, we don't have time for us both to shower," she drawled, a hint of mischief in her voice.

"Oh really?" Beca asked, suddenly feeling more awake.

"Really," Chloe replied.

"So... So there are two of us, but only time for one shower? Man, how are we going to get out of this predicament?" Beca said, moving out of the bed and pulling Chloe along with her.

"I can think of one solution."

"Beca, why are you late for work, again?" Jesse asked when Beca rushed into the coffee shop, her hair still damp, a grin stuck to her face.

"Sorry, Jess," she said, returning a few minutes later, hurriedly tying her apron around her waist. "I had to shower."

"Dude, shower sex? Again?" Jesse asked, incredulous.

"Don't hate me 'cos you ain't me, bro," Beca said, happily cleaning the counter.

"I don't like the new Beca," he said, narrowing his eyes at her. "She's too happy and full of life. It's unsettling."

"Get used to it, Swanson," she said, shooting him a wink.

"Can I get a tea please?" A British voice said, pulling them from their conversation. A handsome man stood at the counter, smirking as he saw the shock on both Beca and Jesse's faces. "Good to see you Becky. You too Jesse."

"Luke!" Beca almost squealed. She hadn't seen her old boss and friend since college. "What are you doing here?"

"I work for a record label in L.A. now, and there's this local band we were looking to sign. But I went to their gig last night and they were not good. Just a bunch of drunk kids shouting into a mic. I mean seriously I don't think my ears will ever recover," he said. "Then I remembered you lived here, and I didn't want to head back to L.A. empty handed. Are you still mixing?"

"A little," Beca said, hesitantly. "I mean, these past couple of months I've been a bit, uh, preoccupied. Why?"

"Because there's a music shaped hole at the label and I think you can fill it Becky."

"You're being really quiet tonight," Chloe mumbled as they were sat watching TV that night. Chloe was lying in Beca's lap, the brunette absentmindedly playing with her hair. She had so far not made one jokey or sarcastic comment about the show they were watching.

"Sorry," Beca hummed distractedly.

"Is everything alright?" She asked, turning so she was looking up at Beca. Beca nodded.

"Luke came into work today," she said.

"Luke from college? Sexy British Luke?" Chloe asked.

"Well that is his full name, yes," Beca said, smirking. "He works for a record label and asked if I would send him some of my stuff. He said... He said he wants to sign me." Chloe sat up, open mouthed.

"Beca! That's awesome!" She said, practically squealing. "Why are you looking like that's bad news?"

"I…" she took a breath. averting her eyes from Chloe's excited ones, "I would have to move to L.A., like, permanently," she said.

"Oh," Chloe said, her smile dropping. "Beca, my job's here. I... I don't know if I could leave it." Beca's eyes glinted with tears.

"I know," she uttered. "He said to call him by tomorrow night once I'd made my decision."

"And have... Have you made one?" Chloe asked, trying to keep the shake from her voice.

"No," Beca said. "And I feel like the shittiest person ever."

"How come?" Chloe pulled Beca down, their positions now switched as the brunette lay in Chloe's lap.

"Because I should have told him no straight away. I should have immediately picked you," Beca said shielding her face with her arms as tears carried on making tracks from the corners of her eyes. Chloe pulled her arms away.

"Beca, this isn't about choosing a job over me or vice versa. This is about you taking a chance to live your dream. You've wanted to make and produce music since you were what, twelve? You can't throw away this opportunity," Chloe said, tears in her own eyes now.

"But I can't leave you when I've only just gotten you," Beca cried, "I won't lose you."

"You're not going to lose me," Chloe said. "If you do decide to go to L.A. we'll just do the long distance thing." Her voice faltered slightly as she suggested it. She had always been skeptical about long distance relationships, and Beca's expression suggested she was thinking along the same tracks.

Long distance never worked, right? She thought. Eventually one of them would get bored of Skype calls and the rare visit. Eventually one of them would find their daily calls tiring and the amount of calls made across the country would lessen every week, and they would slip apart and then— Chloe didn't want to continue thinking. She couldn't compare Beca to Tom. They were completely different people. She actually loved Beca, and Beca loved her back. If they had to, they could make this work.

"Chlo' I can't make this decision. I don't know what to do, what do I do?"