Everything from the alarm clock on moved as if it were on fast forward. Chloe was so excited, so happy that the brunette didn't want to mention it to her. She didn't want to take that elation away from her.

As she stood in the shower she tried to plan, tried to create default responses to questions and practiced her breathing exercises. That was until a very naked Chloe opened the door and joined her with a cheeky smile on her face. Beca just watched, uncertain of what to say to the woman. It wasn't that she minded because damn, she did not mind. It was more, this was the first time they'd been naked together since they'd met.

"I'm sorry if I'm overstepping...I just, I always wanted to have a shower with someone. It was something I never got to do because y'know what guys are like, once you're naked it doesn't stay un-sexual very long," the girl laughed before stepping under the water and placing a small kiss on her girlfriend's lips before taking the shampoo from her hand, her eyes lingering on the parts of the DJ that were still covered in soap. "Sorry, not sorry," she laughed with a wink.

Beca couldn't lie and say that she didn't want to jump her girlfriend's bones in that moment but the woman had been very specific about mentioning the desire for a non-sexual shower. The brunette kept her hands to herself and stole a few glances before excusing herself from the shower and starting to dry off. Somewhere inside the house a door slammed, drawing the attention of both the women who simply looked at each other.

"Your parents slam doors?" Beca asked with a nervous tone.

"No, just my brother," the ginger replied before going back to showering like normal.

Beca shrugged it off and went back to drying her hair. The noises didn't stop though, heavy footfalls and another door slamming. Fear and nerves were growing in the brunette's stomach, this brother of hers sounded like a really angry person.

"Chloe? Chloe?!" a male voice yelled, his footsteps spreading throughout the house.

"Chloe I don't think he's going to take it too well if I walk out there naked," Beca spoke. The ginger turned the taps off before stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in a towel. "Does your family even know about your team swapping habits?" Chloe nodded with a polite smile.

"Just be calm, he won't come looking and it'll be fine," the woman laughed.

"Who do you think you are, showering with my sister in my father's house!" an angry voice shouted before bashing on the door. Beca panicked. All stations were now at DEFCON-1. She might as well have been in space, it felt like her head was about to explode and there was no oxygen for her. Every nightmare, every scenario, it didn't compare. It wasn't even close to how she felt right now.

"Cameron Ethan Beale you calm yourself down right now!" Chloe called back angrily.

"Tell that boy to meet me down stairs in five minutes so I can give him an ass whoopin'!" the man yelled before quickly leaving the room. The two girls looked at each other in confusion. Cameron thought that Beca was a boy? She really thought it would've been obvious given her name but apparently not. The two girls cautiously left the bathroom to get changed. It took a few moments but suddenly Chloe's face burned a bright pink.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered before throwing her Chicago Bulls jersey at her. The DJ caught it and stared back at her with aggravation. The ginger had been wearing it to bed the last few nights and must've stripped it off without thinking. Of course Cameron would've thought it was a boy's, especially if he went off on tangents as easily as his sister.

"It's not me you have to apologise to," Beca replied as she got dressed. Today she was wearing dark blue jeans and a reasonably fitted blue-plaid three quarter sleeve shirt. As she waited for her girlfriend to get changed she pulled her hair back into a pony tail and checked her face for any sign of break outs. They were most common for her when she was under greater amounts of stress than usual.

"Two minutes before I drag you out by the ankles boy!" Cameron called from downstairs. Beca rolled her eyes much to Chloe's amusement.

"He's very protective of my honour. James wasn't even allowed to sleep in my room, he had to sleep on the lounge downstairs," the tanner woman laughed before buttoning up her pants and walking out of the room. The brunette quickly followed her, taking a moment or two to appreciate how well they fitted her partner. As soon as they got half way downstairs the man rounded to face them before stopping.

"Well hello there," Cameron said with a polite smile as he noticed Beca.

Did everyone in this family think they were as smooth as silk?

"Cameron this is Beca my girlfriend and I assure you that if you lay a hand on her, I will break it off!"

"Hi," Beca said softly with a wave and a embarrassed look.

"But there's a jersey in there!" Cameron replied defensively, yet another member of the Beale family who thought that hand gestures were emphasis.

"That would be mine. I sleep in it, well, Chlo sleeps in it," the brunette responded cautiously.

The boy blushed bright red. It took everything within her power to mentally remind herself that pointing out the several bras on their floor wouldn't help the situation. It was best to just let the boy forget it and move on. Nobody liked a smartass, or so her father reminded her frequently.

"Well, alright then. Mum and Dad will be home soon," Cameron answered before walking off. He looked a lot like Chloe with his soft smile, copper hair and blue eyes. If Beca was straight... well Chloe definitely would've turned her. Beca breathed out slowly before walking upstairs without a word to her partner who eventually followed. The brunette launched herself face first onto the bed, screaming into the pillow all of her frustrations. After a few moments she felt the mattress dip and a hand rub her back.

"I'm very proud. You did very well," Chloe chuckled. Beca propped herself on her elbows before glaring at the ginger and blowing away her fringe. "I wanted to talk to you about something before my parents get here okay? Just try not to flip out of anything okay?"

Beca just nodded lazily.

"We've been together for a while now and we kiss and grope but I just wanted to know; where do we stand on sex?" The ginger spoke slowly, careful about her wording but there was no real polite way to word that.

"I don't know we just always stopped. I guess, if you want we can," the brunette breathed.

"I don't want to, well I do, trust me I definitely do. I just, I want you to be ready. I want you to want to. I want this to be special," the red head replied. The DJ breathed in deeply. She'd never had someone care so much about what she wanted or how she felt. As she thought about the situation her cheeks slowly turned red. "What's got you so pink?"

"I want to, I'm just nervous," said Beca.

"I know but it's not like you've never done it before so it's not gonna hurt or anything," Chloe reassured with a laugh. What she said was funny right up until her eyes met Beca's. The brunette chewed on her bottom lip, staring into the other woman's eyes and then turning away. "Wait, oh my god, really?"

"Don't just please don't," Beca cried with tears of embarrassment streaming down her cheeks.

"Beca Mitchell is a virgin?!"