Chloe was shattered. She closed her laptop and tried to get some perspective, tried to force her mind to overcome her emotions. It wasn't working. She crawled into bed, hugging her pillow like it was a lifesaver, keeping her from drowning, falling into an abyss of pain. This cannot be happening she thought. People that love each other aren't supposed to keep missing it. They're supposed to find each other, stay together forever, happily ever after, right? She actually believed that, or she did once. She didn't know what to do. Should she fight for Beca? Should she risk losing her friendship by telling her what she felt? Should she just move on? Beca, she thought, oh Beca, why don't you know how much I love you? Why can't you see it? Why couldn't it have been us? She sobbed, rocking herself, trying to find comfort any way she could.
When Beca closed her laptop on the other side of the country, she felt better for having told Chloe what had happened. She knew Chloe would understand. And Chloe did understand. She didn't judge Beca, only reassured her that she felt the same way about her, no matter what. True, she didn't have any answers yet. But she was sure that in time, when Chloe was feeling better, they could talk about it and Chloe could help her understand her attraction to Quinn. Shit, she had forgotten to call Quinn. She picked up her phone and punched Quinn's contact icon.
Quinn answered on the first ring, as if she had been waiting on Beca's call. "Hey you, is everything okay?" Quinn's voice was low and raspy, sexy, but there was a tone of concern in it.
"Hey you, everything's fine," Beca said, a smile evident in her voice. "I just got busy at the studio, then had a call scheduled with Chloe. I lost track of the time. Sorry."
"Chloe? Have I met her?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah you did, in New York at the afterparty."
"Oh, I remember, gorgeous redhead, right?"
"Right," Beca smirked at Quinn's comment, "and my bestie. If I'm going to date you, do I have to be constantly on my guard? It seems like when it comes to women, you don't miss much." Beca was teasing.
"Are you going to date me?" Quinn asked, a smile spreading from ear to ear.
"Maybe, it depends on whether or not I'm treated with the respect and adoration I deserve." She was in her element now.
"I thought I demonstrated the adoration part last night. Did I not get that message across?" Quinn could dish out as good as she could take.
"I don't know if I believe that yet," Beca snapped back, "it might take some more convincing."
Quinn groaned into the phone. "Dammit Beca, you're killing me. Can I see you?"
"When?"
"Tonight. Right now."
Beca laughed. "No you cannot. Not tonight. It's already late and I have a job you know. Which reminds me, you need to be in the studio tomorrow. No excuses."
"Fuck, I was really looking forward to showing you how much you're adored." Quinn was being playful, but she meant what she said.
Beca giggled at her frustration and at how cheesy Quinn was being. Still, it was nice to know that she was wanted in that way. Especially by someone like Quinn MacKenzie. She knew Quinn had likely been with scores of women, but right now, she wanted Beca, and it felt good. "I'll see you tomorrow, by 10:00am please Miss MacKenzie."
"Oh, alright Miss Mitchell, I'll see you tomorrow. But I can't promise I won't be thinking about how much I adore you, once I find my vibrator."
Beca gasped, audibly. "Quinn. I'm hanging up now. Guess you better go fuck yourself." she was laughing, but Quinn's remark made her flush with arousal. How did this woman know how to get to her? And so easily at that.
"Goodnight, Beca. Sweet dreams." Quinn was sincere now, voice low again.
Beca's temperature went up a notch or two, hearing that tone. "Goodnight, Quinn. I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow." She was being honest too.