JPElles Thanks for all the reviews. They've been helping me work through the story. And it has been unintentional on Rachel's part. She does tend to have singular focus.

Title: We're Singing the Same Song (Even If the Lyrics Aren't the Same) - Part Ten
Author: slacker_d
Crossover: glee/Pitch Perfect
Pairing/Characters: eventual Rachel/Quinn, Beca/Chloe
Summary: Beca Mitchell is falling for Chloe Beale, while her roommate Quinn Fabray seems to be in love with Rachel Berry. Will they ever tell them how they feel?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~2,330
Spoilers: Pitch Perfect and general glee spoilers
A/N: singing in italics

Part Ten

Beca's taking the day off. She knows she's taking a bit of a risk after the confrontation with her dad yesterday, but she just can't deal with class today. After all, what's the point of trying if he's still going to yell at her. What the hell is he expecting from her?

Quinn gives her a sympathetic look before she leaves for class. Having mostly calmed down by the time Quinn returned to the room the night before, the blonde had gotten a more sedate version that Beca had ranted to Chloe and Rachel about. Still, she'd definitely understood and had just nodded as Beca had explained. If it's one thing Quinn understands is parental pressure.

Beca's still waiting for Quinn to explain why Mr. Fabray is so concerned about Quinn and her reputation, but she'd definitely not going to push. She knows something happened in high school and she has a few ideas, but she knows Quinn'll tell her when she needs to and not a moment before.

Watching the damn drinking bird on her desk, Beca wonders if she'll see Chloe at the audition for the fall play later. Quinn insisted that she come with for moral support, especially since Quinn went to the a capella audition. Beca doesn't know why she's so adamant that Beca be there, since she already had every intention of going to support her roommate. Beca figures it's just nerves on Quinn's part.

Seeing Chloe there will just be a bonus. The redhead was right about the damn bird, though. Whenever she looks at it, she can't help but smile; though she thinks it's more because it reminds Beca of Chloe and the redhead just seems to make everything a little bit brighter.

…

"You're still coming to my audition this afternoon, right?" Rachel asks.

Chloe nods and then looks up from her textbook. "Uh huh. You saw mine, so I get to see yours."

"Dirty."

Chloe just smirks at Rachel.

"Plus, I think Beca's going to be there," Rachel adds.

"Really?"

"Yes," Rachel replies. "Quinn mentioned it earlier in class today."

"Oh?"

Rachel nods. "She was somewhat nervous. We talked for a while after class and I think she's feeling a little bit better about it. I told her somenerves are a good thing."

"Which they are," Chloe agrees. "You've been hanging out with Quinn a lot lately."

"Have I?" Rachel asks. "I suppose. I mean, we both have time after History of Theater, so I guess it just naturally happens."

"It just happens, huh?"

Rachel stops organizing her desk and turns to face Chloe. "You're not really one for subtle, Chloe. Why don't you just say what you're thinking?"

"Quinn likes you, Rach."

"What? No she doesn't."

Chloe nods, smirking.

"She does not," Rachel insists.

"Have you seen the way she looks at you?" Chloe asks.

"How does she look at me?" Rachel questions.

"Like you're a prize that she'll never be able to claim."

"That is… Really?"

Chloe nods again.

Rachel doesn't really have a response for that, so she just returns to her organizing, trying to ignore the knowing smirk on her roommate's face.

...

If Beca thought the a cappella auditions were ridiculous, then the theater auditions are even more so and Beca can't even find the right word to describe it; absurd just seems to mild. Quinn's next to her, obviously nervous, mumbling to herself and taking a lot of deep breaths.

"You're gonna do great, Q," Beca tells her quietly.

"You shouldn't worry so much," Rachel says, suddenly appearing on Quinn's other side. "As freshman, they have no expectations for us."

"I'm not sure that's very reassuring," Beca says.

"Rach doesn't really do reassuring," Chloe says, sitting next to Beca. "She's more about the honesty."

"You make me sound rather tactless and cold hearted, Chloe," Rachel replies.

"I was thinking more pragmatic," Chloe replies.

"I'm not sure that's much better," Rachel says.

"It sounds better," Chloe insists.

"You're not a very supportive roommate," Rachel tells her.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

"Whatever," Rachel says. "We both know why you're here."

Chloe smirks. "Exactly. I showed you mine, so now you're going to show me yours."

"God, that sounds so dirty," Quinn mumbles.

Their banter seems to be calming Quinn down though, Beca notices.

"That's how I like it," Chloe says, with a wink.

The wink causes Beca to blush for reasons she'd rather not think about.

"What about imaging everyone in the audience naked?" Beca suggests. "Isn't that supposed to help?"

Chloe giggles.

Quinn shoots Beca a desperate look as she tries to subtly gesture to Rachel.

"Or maybe not," Beca continues, seeing the knowing look on Rachel's face as Quinn tries to bury her face in her hands.

"How about this, Quinn?" Rachel tries. "When you get up there, forget about everything and everyone else. It'll be just like earlier. You're practicing your monologue just for me. I'm the only one you're performing for."

"Yeah, singular focus," Chloe adds, softly.

"And," Rachel continues. "I already know you're amazing, so it's not like you have to impress me."

"Yeah?"

Rachel nods.

"Okay," Quinn replies, still a bit shaky. "I can do that."

"I know you can, Quinn," Rachel says.

"Yeah," Beca adds. "You'll be great."

"Aca-awesome even," Chloe says.

All three of them look at her.

Chloe shrugs. "It's an a capella thing."

...

The fall show is Oedipus Rex. Because of this, Rachel feels confident she won't be getting a part. After all, it's a male heavy show and add to the fact that she's a freshman, the odds seem against her. She's not too worried though. There are plenty of opportunities for other parts throughout the year. Besides, as long as she gets a decent part in the spring musical, she'll be happy with how the year turns out.

"So if you don't think you'll get a part, why are you auditioning?" Beca asks as they wait.

"It's good practice," Rachel replies. "Auditioning can be scary." Rachel tilts her head towards Quinn. "So if you have the opportunity to do so in a safe environment, you should do so."

Beca's reply is stopped by someone on stage calling for everyone's attention.

"Hello all. My name is Jeff and I'm the assistant stage manager for Oedipus Rex. Dr. Thom Yates is directing and he's in the back row with our stage manager, Meg. We audition people alphabetically. If you didn't hand us your head shot when you entered, you will not be called. We will be posting the cast list in three days next to Dr. Yates office." He looks at the clipboard he's carrying. "First up is Jim Amerson."

They watch three people before Rachel is called up.

"Hello my name is Rachel Berry and I'll be performing Ophelia's monologue from act four, scene five of Hamlet."

"Whenever you're ready, Ms. Berry."

Rachel nods and instead of speaking, she begins singing. "How should I your true love know from another one? By his cockle hat and staff, and his sandal shoon. Say you? Nay, pray you, mark. He is dead and gone, lady, he is dead and gone; at his head a grass-green turf, at his heels a stone. Pray you, mark. White his shroud as the mountain snow—Larded with sweet flowers, which bewept to the grave did go with true-love showers."

Rachel holds the note for a moment before speaking, "Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they ask you what it means, say you this…"

Rachel begins singing again, "Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day, all in the morning betime, and I a maid at your window, to be your Valentine. Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes, and dupp'd the chamber-door; let in the maid, that out a maid never departed more."

Rachel switches momentarily to speak again, "Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't…"

And then begins singing again, "By Gis and by Saint Charity, alack, and fie for shame! Young men will do't, if they come to't; by cock, they are to blame. Quoth she, before you tumbled me, you promised me to wed. So would I ha' done, by yonder sun, an thou hadst not come to my bed."

The last line is sung softly and left to trail off; Rachel continues, speaking. "I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it: and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night."

Rachel takes a moment and the gives a slight bow, before exiting the stage.

…

"Okay, so you were right about the singing," Beca whispers to Quinn as Rachel audition.

Quinn nods as she shushes Beca.

Though she does listen to the rest of Rachel's audition, Beca is more interested in watching Quinn and her reaction to Rachel. God, she's got it bad. Beca wonders if Quinn's ever going to do anything about it.

Beca's final amusement is watching Quinn just barely hold back applauding for Rachel as she gives a small bow and flounces off the stage.

"Nice," Beca whispers over Quinn as Rachel sits back down.

"Yeah, that was great," Quinn whispers.

Beca looks to her right and sees Chloe smiling and giving her roommate a thumbs up.

They watch four more people before Quinn's name is called.

The blonde nervously takes the stage. "Uh hi. My name is Quinn Fabray and I'll be doing Beatrice's monologue from act four, scene one of Much Ado About Nothing."

"Interesting choice," Dr. Yates says. "Begin when you're ready."

Quinn takes a deep breath and then begins. "Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonored my kinswoman? Oh, that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until they come to take hands; and then, with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancor—Oh God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place. Princes and counties! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly count, Count Comfect; a sweet gallant, surely! Oh that I were a man for his sake! Or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie and swears it. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving." She pauses, shakes herself slightly. "Thank you." And then Quinn walks off stage.

…

Quinn is good, really good. This is all Rachel can think as she watches her pace on stage. It's a monologue filled with anger and Rachel can almost feel it radiating from the blonde. The performance, combined with what Chloe mentioned earlier about Quinn having a crush on her, has caused Rachel to see Quinn differently.

"That was incredible, Quinn," Rachel whispers as the blonde sits down.

"Yeah, dude," Beca adds. "Totally awesome. Remind me not to piss you off."

"I was acting, Beca," Quinn retorts.

"Still," Beca says. "Way scary."

"You're terrible with compliments," Quinn tells her.

Beca smirks as Chloe leans over her and whispers, "That was great Quinn."

"Thanks, Chloe."

…

"So we should have another movie night Friday," Chloe says as the four of them leave the theater.

"What? Why?" Beca asks.

"To celebrate that Quinn and Rachel got parts in the play," Chloe replies.

"Or to commiserate that we didn't," Rachel adds. "After all, we are freshmen."

"Fine," Beca says. "But nothing with—"

"We know," Chloe interrupts. "You saw all the movies, Rach has. We'll find something for your sensitive palate."

"Thank you."

"Why did they pick such a male heavy show for the first show?" Quinn asks.

"Yates is a big fan of the classics," Rachel says. "Also he's a bit of a misogynist, which is maybe why he's a fan of the classics. I was talking to some upperclassmen and they said he always does a male heavy show, even if there are great classics with good parts for women like Medea or Antigone."

"That sucks," Beca says.

Rachel nods.

"As long as the rest of the department isn't like that," Quinn says.

"It doesn't seem like it," Rachel replies. "Dr. Groves is directing the next play and I've heard nothing but good things about her."

"Well you guys were both fantabulous," Chloe says. "If you don't get into this one, I'm sure you'll get into the next one."

"Your audition really was wonderful, Quinn," Rachel says.

"Thanks," Quinn replies, not quite looking at Rachel. "It helped that I pretended I was just practicing with you."

"I'm glad," Rachel smiles.

Beca is barely able to hide her grin at how adorkable Quinn is being. Rachel is lavishing Quinn with compliments and the blonde can't see to get enough. She and Chloe are walking slightly behind the pair and even from a few feet away, Beca can tell that her roommate is trying really hard not to blush.

"It was really sweet of you to go with Quinn to her audition," Chloe says.

Beca shrugs, feeling embarrassed. "Well, she came with me to the a capella one. And she was nervous. Besides, I was curious what Rachel would do."

"They were both really great, weren't they?"

Beca nods.

"So Friday night," Chloe starts. "You're not mad, are you?"

Beca shrugs again. "It's fine. I mean, I'll just be outvoted if I suggest another activity, anyway, right?"

"Exactly," Chloe agrees. "Don't worry. We'll respect your one movie a day limit."

"Thank god for small favors."