A/N: I can't believe it's been over ten chaps already! It took a lot of thinking of how I wanted these next few scenes to play out. I try to reply to the logged in reviewers, but I want to make a shout out to those who are anon! THANK YOU! Reviews make my day ten times better :) Here we go...

Chapter 11: Trouble

"Shhh! Shut up," a voice whispered.

"They're cuter than puppies laying in a bed of roses," another voice added.

"This is totally going to be Chloe's caller ID," the first voice mentioned.

"I didn't think Red was that hammered, but DJ Shorty was out of it," a familiar Australian voice shout-whispered, holding in a laugh.

Beca's head was pounding. Every word coming out of whoever's mouth echoed like thunder bolts in her brain. The light from the window streamed in, blinding her. Her stomach turned. She clutched it, but felt someone's arms around her. She felt someone's breath on her neck. She sensed someone, close to her body, behind her. She cracked open her eyes, using her hand as a shield. She turned slightly, looking into the face of a sleeping redhead. She peered up with Amy and Stacie smirking mischievously and Aubrey holding her phone in her hand, a proud look on her face. "What?" Beca growled.

"Nothing, we're just admiring how cute you two are! Who knew Badass DJ Mitchell was such a cuddler?!" Stacie said turning Beca's cheeks pink.

"I literally hate all of you," Beca groaned, gripping her head. She tried remembering how she even got here. She knew they had played Never Have I Ever, something about eating watermelon, and dancing, maybe? She couldn't remember anything. "Chloe? Chloe! CHLOE! Get off me!" Beca said pushing the sleepy ginger off of her. After Chloe backed away, her face looked distraught. Hurt. Beca gave her a 'what?' face, and the ginger just gave her sad puppy eyes. Aubrey noticed.

Without even having to ask, she knew what happened and shook her head. She wished she had known how extremely drunk Beca was. But she was drunk too, how was she supposed to know?

Beca was sitting with her head between her knees. Chloe sat awkwardly near the edge of the bed. Stacie shot Amy a look, mouthing, "What happened?" The Aussie shrugged her shoulders. Something was definitely off with Little Red. "What's wrong, Red?"

"Hmm? What? Oh, nothing. My head, I think I need some water," Chloe pouted. She knew this would happen. Or was worried it would. Beca completely forgot. How could she forget?! Beca's the one who pinned her, the one who made the first move, the one who kissed back. Realizing this, and knowing she couldn't possibly bring it up, Chloe's heart felt a little empty.

Suddenly, Beca shot out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Two seconds later, the four other Bellas heard an awful retching noise. Amy and Stacie laughed, joking about Beca's low tolerance. Aubrey was still concerned with Chloe.

"What happened?" Aubrey tried to whisper. Amy and Stacie tried pretending not to notice Aubrey's hushed tone.

Chloe held back a small tear, fake yawning to cover it up. She shook her head and forced a smile. Aubrey wasn't buying it. She reached over and flicked the small hickey Beca had given the older girl. "Ow!" Her reaction drew the other Bellas' eyes in as well.

"Is that from...?" Amy started, but Aubrey shot her a death glare before she could finish. Stacie looked around, trying not to show her surprise.

"It's nothing, thanks," Chloe seethed, now shooting her bestie a death glare. Aubrey raised her brow, pushing Chloe to say more. "It was a mistake," Chloe said quietly, getting up to help Beca, who was still vomiting in the bathroom. The other Bellas headed downstairs.

"Beca? Are you okay?"

"I just vomited watermelon. And it tastes like vodka."

"Yeah... Just let it out," Chloe offered gently. She crouched down next to Beca, slightly behind her and patted her back while Beca spat in the toilet. The simple act of touching Beca sent Chloe a flood of flashbacks of their kiss. She remembered exactly how Beca felt on top of her, how soft her lips were, how good she smelled and amazing it felt to have it finally happen. She frowned at the thoughts and uncontrollably, a couple tears fell from her eyes. Before she could wipe them away, Beca had turned just in time to see.

"Whoa, what's wrong?"

"Sorry, nothing," Chloe lied.

Beca wiped her mouth, feeling disgusting, but pushed. "I know you, you don't just cry for no reason. Did something happen? Last night...? OH GOD, Chloe did I say something mean? Every time I drink tequila, I get a little weird. Or angry. Did I say something?"

Now that Beca had confirmed she forgotten completely about their kiss, Chloe felt frustrated, irritated and bitter. "Are you fucking kidding? Really?" Silence and surprise. Chloe never really cussed unless she was upset. "Nothing. Nothing happened. You didn't say anything." The redhead went to stand but Beca pulled her back down.

"Tell me what I said! Or whatever! Look, whatever it was I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I'm so sorry," Beca pleaded, feeling really guilty at the whole thing.

"Lemme ask you this, if you said something to hurt my feelings last night do you really think I would have slept so close to you?"

"Well... no? I don't know, if you just tell me-"

"You didn't say anything. It's what you did. And I can't believe I was stupid enough to allow it to happen." Chloe said, a tear falling from her eye.

"What did I do? Chloe, just tell me! I basically blacked out last night, I don't remember shit!"

"YOU KISSED ME! Beca! You kissed me! That's what you did, and... and, I-I-I. God, forget it. This was a fucking mistake. I can't believe I thought for one second you knew what you were doing and you'd remember in the morning!"

Beca's face grew pale. Before she could stop herself, her head was in the toilet and she was vomiting more. By the time she was done, Chloe was gone and she heard the front door slam shut. She heard heavy footsteps sprint up the stairs, and moment later, the doorway was blocked by Aubrey. "What the FUCK, Beca?! What did you do to her! Don't you remember anything I told you last night?!"

Beca had cleaned herself up and reluctantly went down stairs to face Aubrey. The blonde demanded Beca and her talk after she brunette brushed her teeth. She shuffled downstairs, still extremely queasy, but not knowing whether it was from the vomiting or her conversation with Chloe. Her mind was everywhere.

She couldn't believe she kissed Chloe. Beca Mitchell doesn't do that. Slowly, the memories started coming back to her. She remembered wrestling with Chloe, talking, and then she just kissed her. Like that was a normal thing to do. Of course Chloe is upset... Wait. Why is she upset? Why is Beca upset? Why is everything so damn complicated?! Then, the DJ had flashbacks of talking with Aubrey. But still, only bits and pieces came through. She would have to talk to Aubrey if she was going to get anywhere, Chloe wasn't answering her phone.

Aubrey was perched on the couch, Stacie and Amy on the love seat. When Beca entered the room, she spoke. "Can we talk upstairs?"

"No! You don't get options, Mitchell. Chloe isn't answering her phone," Aubrey informed. Beca made a pained face, not wanting to carry on the conversation with an audience.

"Oh, Becs, we already know," Amy offered, shrugged her shoulders. Stacie nodded readily.

"Know what?" Beca was feeling sicker by the minute. Was her crush on Chloe that obvious? Was it even a crush? Where do you draw the line between just liking someone as a friend and liking them as more than that? Probably when you start making out with them, Inner Beca answered.

"About you and Chloe?" Stacie said, a 'duh' look on her face.

"Seriously? There's no 'me and Chloe', I think there was a misunderst-"

"Beca, really? Where'd that hickey on Chloe's neck come from then?"

"I don't know! I was asleep because some people decided it would be super great to get me wasted," Beca argued. She knew she was being defeated. She knew Aubrey, Amy and Stacie were forcing her to face her emotions. She hated it. Mostly, because she wasn't sure what to do, feel or think. "Why doesn't someone fill me in because I have no idea what's going on. Chloe's pissed at me and I don't know why, and I'm about two seconds from saying 'fuck it' and going home."

"Because you screwed with her! Something happened between you, I don't know if it was like two weeks ago, maybe something more? But, come on Beca. Face the facts. There's something between you two, and whatever it is, you need to fix it."

"First, mine and Chloe's friendship is no one's business. Second, why is this all my fault? Whatever you think happened, didn't happen. I don't have to sit here and listen to you lecture me. I'm going home," Beca fought back. Before she could make it to the door, Amy and Stacie blocked her in. She tried to push past, but no use. Aubrey grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the living room, Beca bitching under her breath the whole time while the tall blonde forced her into the couch.

"What'd you do, Mitchell?" Aubrey ordered.

"Nothing!"

"What'd you do?"

"I don't know, nothing!"

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Aubrey shouted. The pressure was overwhelming Beca. She was sweating. Her head was spinning. It felt like a dream. She broke.

"I KISSED HER!" She let out, covering her mouth after she said it. Stacie, Amy and Aubrey gasped. Beca put her head in her hands, embarrassed, frustrated and confused as ever. "I didn't remember until she said something. She got mad because I didn't remember." Beca whimpered out. She was fighting tears, feeling a lump form in her throat.

"Oh, Beca..." Amy said sympathetically. Stacie sat next to Beca and rubbed her back.

Aubrey bit her lip. She couldn't help but feel guilty. She would feel like this unless she said something, "Beca, it's not just your fault." The brunette looked up confused. "Last night, Amy and I put you in Chloe's room. You could have stayed on the couch, but after what Chloe said... I mean, I wanted you to sleep in her bed. I thought you would say something to her, tell her you liked her if you got a little encouragement. I didn't think you'd ever make a move. I didn't know you were so drunk, and I just want Chloe to be happy. And you make her so happy, and she cares about you so much." Aubrey finished, on the brink of tears.

"Why would you do that?! You should have left me here! I wouldn't have done anything! And what did Chloe say?" Aubrey stayed silent, knowing she shouldn't say a word about Chloe liking Beca. "AUBREY! You owe me, you set me up. You have to tell me," Beca argued, getting fed up with this whole stupid situation.

"I didn't set you up! I was trying to help!" Aubrey said, hurt.

"Jesus, it's obvious! Chloe likes you, she always has. Everyone knows, well, at least everyone here. She adores you, Beca. It's that simple. If you two could stop denying it, then we wouldn't be sitting here arguing over stupid shit that no one can change," Stacie chimed in. Why were her friends so naive!?

"I-I'm not... I can't deal with this," Beca stood up and headed for the door. No one stopped her this time. As she turned the handle, Aubrey spoke out.

"Beca, I'm sorry things happened this way. But what I said last night was true. Don't hide, don't be afraid."

With that, Beca slammed the door. She walked down the street, tears stinging her eyes. She hated herself. She was so upset for so many reasons. She tried listing them out:

1. She kissed Chloe.
2. She made Chloe upset.
3. Aubrey set her up.
4. Amy, Stacie and whoever else thought something was going on between them.
5. She technically cheated on Jesse.
6. She kept comparing Jesse and Chloe.
7. She barely remembered last night.
8. She didn't know how she felt about Chloe.
9. Part of her knew how she felt about Chloe, but she struggled to admit it.
10. She had absolutely no idea what to do.

There it was. Ten reasons why Beca Mitchell was a fuck up. This is why she never had relationships, let alone friends. Things were too complicated when feelings got involved.

A/N: Annnnnnd, that's it for this chapter! Thanks for visiting my story! :)