A/N: There will be an epilogue! Why? Cuz I like even numbers.

The walk to the battlefield was a slow and cautious one. The soldiers wanted to help their troops, but they knew the battle would be a dangerous one. The enemy? Beca's emotions. Chloe took a deep breath as she and Jesse finally arrived at Beca's dorm.

Jesse awkwardly shuffled his feet. "Aubrey says that this conversation should be between you and Beca. So, it looks like you're on your own after this, soldier."

Chloe nodded her head. She knew it was her battle, her and Beca's problem. Chloe prepared herself for the worst as she opened Beca's door. A soft gasp escaped her lips. Beca's room was a mess, various items littering the floor, scattered everywhere. But the biggest surprise was Beca herself. Sobs racked the brunette as she buried her face into the crook of Aubrey's neck. Chloe didn't know what to be more afraid of: the fact that Beca's having an emotional breakdown or that she's practically cuddling Aubrey. "What happened in here?"

Aubrey's head snapped to Chloe. "I don't know what happened but I can tell you what's going to happen. You and Beca are going to sit down and talk this out. Jesse and I are going to the spa to take a break from YOUR relationship drama."

Aubrey had to coax Beca off of her. Once Beca got her face out of Aubrey's neck, she finally registered Chloe's presence. Beca turned to Aubrey. "No."

Aubrey shook her head. "Not taking no for an answer. You two are going to fix this...whatever it is."

After Aubrey and Jesse leave the room, the two remaining occupants stare at each other, not knowing what to say. The redhead finally decides to break the silence. "...Hey."

Beca's voice sounds raspy as she responds. "Hi."

Chloe let out a frustrated groan. "Look, we're not going to get anywhere like this. We have to address the problem at it's source."

Beca nodded her head, slightly surprised that the redhead was being assertive. "Alright. So we've established that you...love me. But that's impossible."

Chloe put her hands on her hips. "And why's that?"

Beca ran a hand through her hair. "Because you're you and I'm me. It just doesn't make sense."

Chloe was usually a very composed and bubbly person but she was losing her patience. "Doesn't make sense? Beca, the Bellas have a fucking couple name for us! We know each other better than we know ourselves. We can't stand being away from each other for too long. What about that doesn't make sense?"

Beca was getting frustrated. It seemed like no one had the same logic as her. Aye, the life of a Mitchell was a hard one. "You're a loving person, I'm a closed-off, sarcastic bitch. You're so full of life and optimism, I'm full of dread and pessimism. You're perfect—"

"Nobody's and nothing's perfect, Beca. But do you know what I think would be perfect? Us. Together. Bechloe."

"And what makes you so sure we'd be perfect together?"

At this point, Chloe was yelling. "Because I fucking love you! And I know, deep down under all of those emotional walls and ear monstrosities, that you love me back!"

Tears were starting to reform in Beca's eyes. "See? This is exactly how my mom and dad were. This is exactly what I didn't want for us! Screaming matches and broken relationships."

Chloe's face finally softened as she walked over to Beca's bed and sat next to her. Beca was now sobbing with her face in her hands. "Beca. We're not going to end up like that."

Beca refused to look at Chloe. "How do you know?"

Chloe sighed. "I can't promise you that we won't have little fights and disagreements. But I can promise you that I'd never leave you."

"And you can promise that I'd never leave you?"

Chloe laid her head on Beca's shoulder. Her voice had grown soft. "I can't promise that either."

Beca's eyes closed. "Then what's the point of trying? What's the purpose of potentially getting hurt?"

Chloe absentmindedly drew patterns on Beca's hand with her finger. She contemplated her response before answering. "Remember that one David Bowie song?"

Beca furrowed her eyebrows. "Heroes? Yeah. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"I think that that song is true. That love is meant to hurt us because that's just what love does. But even though love hurts, love also makes us believe that we can do anything and I think that that's the greatest feeling you can have. You give me that feeling."

Beca finally opened her eyes to look at Chloe. "You give me that feeling, too."

Chloe smiled for the first time that day. "Well, there you go. There's the point of trying, the purpose of potentially getting hurt."

Beca smiled back and wrapped an arm around Chloe. "There's still the risk of ending up like my parents, but I'm willing to take that risk for you. And I promise that I won't run away this time."

Chloe's smile broadened. "Good. Now, get over here and give me a kiss."

Beca's smirk returned. "What do you mean by 'get over here'? We're already impossibly clo—"

Beca's sentence was cut off by a pair of lips. Beca melted into the kiss until a camera flash was heard. The two girls jumped apart. "I thought you were going to the spa?!"

Aubrey smirked. "You think we'd miss out on an opportunity to witness Bechloe gold?"

Jesse wiped a fake tear from his eye and wrapped an arm around Aubrey. "Our little girls are growing up."

Beca growled. "You're such a cockblock."

Chloe spoke up. "Neither of us has a cock to block."

Beca pondered for a second before rephrasing her sentence. "You're always scissorcepting."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "You're such a dork."

Beca Eskimo-kissed Chloe. "But I'm you're dork."

Aubrey gasped dramatically. "Oh no! Beca's been infected with Chloe's sappiness."

Jesse's eyes widened. "And Chloe's been infected with Beca's snark. The horror!"

A pillow to the face shut Jesse up pretty quickly. "Hey!"

Chloe grinned sheepishly. "My hand slipped."

Beca kissed Chloe on the cheek. "That's my girl!"