Title: We're Singing the Same Song (Even If the Lyrics Aren't the Same) - Part Eleven
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: ~2,795
Spoilers: Pitch Perfect and general glee spoilers

Part Eleven

The rest of the week passes quickly for Rachel and before she knows it, it's Friday. There's a fair amount of giddiness in her when she wakes up in the morning and she's not sure if it's because the cast list for Oedipus Rex goes up today or her evening plans. Considering she doesn't actually expect to get a part, it must be the latter. She never really had any close friends in high school and the prospect and having people to just hang with makes her smile.

…

"So any big plans for the weekend?" Matt asks.

Beca sighs. "Yeah, they're making me watch another movie."

"They? Like the proverbial they?"

"No, my… friends, you know Quinn and Chloe and Rachel."

"That looked painful to say," Matt teases.

"Shut up," Beca replies. "I've had friends before."

"Uh huh," Matt says. "Were you seven?"

"Nine, actually."

Matt smirks. "What movie are you being forced to suffer through?"

"Dunno," Beca shrugs. "We usually figure it out then."

"You should watch Empire Records," Matt tells her.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah," Matt says. "You'd totally hate it. The guy gets the girl and the underdogs totally win."

"Sounds horrid."

"But before that there's gambling, a suicide attempt, drug abuse and a running Warren Beatty gag."

Beca sighs. "Maybe one day when I like you more, we can watch it."

"You always say the sweetest things."

…

Rachel is surprised to find Fat Amy waiting for her outside her English class.

"Hello Amy."

"Hey Rach."

"What brings you by?"

"You check the cast list for Oedipus Rex yet?" Fat Amy asks.

Rachel shakes her head. "I've been in class for the past few hours. Is it up?"

Fat Amy nods.

"I take it that you've looked at it?" Rachel asks.

Fat Amy nods again.

"And based on the fact that you're here, waiting for me, I'm going to guess my name is on it?"

"Spot on."

"Well then I guess we better go look at it, then," Rachel says. "Join me?"

"We're so celebrating tomorrow night," Fat Amy tells Rachel as they start walking towards Dr. Yates office.

"Why tomorrow night?"

"I have a date tonight," Fat Amy replies.

"Can I bring some people? Like my roommate?"

"The ginger? Sure. We'll do something crazy."

"Not too crazy," Rachel says.

"This is college, Rach," Fat Amy says. "Crazy is the name of the game."

"I have a feeling you're going to be a bad influence on me," Rachel mutters.

…

When Beca returns to the room, Quinn is once again dancing and singing around the room. Only this time it's to Madonna. This time when she slams the door to announce herself, Quinn just spins around and smiles, but doesn't stop dancing. She does bop over to her laptop and turn down the volume, though.

"Good day?"

"So guess who got into Oedipus Rex?" Quinn smirks.

"Holy shit, really?"

As the song finishes, Quinn hits pause and the music stops.

"Okay, so it's a horrible part," Quinn say. "And I don't have any lines."

"But?"

"I get to spend all my rehearsal time with Rachel," Quinn finishes. "We're playing sisters. And neither of us has any lines, but still."

Beca shakes her head. "You should just ask her out."

"What? Why?"

"Really?"

"It's…complicated," Quinn replies.

"Isn't it always?"

…

It takes less effort than Rachel expected to pick a movie for the evening. With the apparent success of the last movie, Beca seems a bit more willing. Or maybe it's the pleading looks that Chloe is shooting her.

Either way, they settle on Soapdish, which Rachel owes because it speaks to her melodramatic side, and everyone settles down on Rachel's bed, just like last time.

…

The movie is ridiculous. That's the only thought running through Beca's head as it progresses. But she still finds herself laughing, a lot. It's also odd to see actors she's familiar with looking so young.

Chloe is also a bit distracting. Despite the space between Chloe and Rachel, who are occupying the middle of the bed, the redhead is pressed closely against Beca. It doesn't bother her, but her lack of annoyance does confuse Beca. After all, she's a huge fan of having plenty of personal space. Admittedly, Chloe has never respected that line. But what's stranger is that Beca really does mind.

It took Beca a number of years, most of her high school career actually, to become comfortable with her sexuality. Nowadays, not bringing it up is related more to her inability to let people in than any sort of insecurity about her orientation.

Beca's attraction to Chloe is a given; after all, she's not blind, plus Beca has already seen Chloe naked. Even if she wanted to, which she definitely doesn't, Beca's fairly certain that she'll never forget the image of a naked Chloe in front of her grinning as they sing Titanium. It's destined to become one of her favorite memories of this year and not just for the obvious reasons.

Glancing over at the redhead, Beca catches her eye and can't help but grin. A delighted Chloe smiles back.

…

Rachel's not entirely sure how the idea of Truth or Dare came up. More specifically, she's definitely unsure of how the Tequila became involved. Apparently, it was a gift from Quinn's older sister before she left for Barden. Something about escaping the confines of Ohio, it was difficult to comprehend since Quinn mumbled her way through the explanation.

Chloe had suggested they all take a shot before starting because Truth or Dare always requires a bit of liquid courage.

It had started innocently enough, easy, basic questions like how many siblings do you have because Rachel, and Chloe too she's sure, are aware how guarded both Quinn and Beca are.

But after a few rounds and a couple more shots, Chloe gives Rachel a saucy grin and asks, "Truth or dare, Rach?"

Apprehensive of the twinkle in Chloe's eyes, Rachel says, "Truth."

"Most embarrassing moment."

Rachel instantly blushes. "I'd really rather not."

"I think that's the point," Beca says.

Rachel sighs and takes another shot. "I had just gotten my driver's license, maybe a month earlier. I was driving home from school very slowly because the roads were slippery. There had been freezing rain earlier in the day and so the roads were basically ice. My little hybrid was doing fine, but to help with traction, I'd put a small garbage bag of snow in the trunk, you know, for weight. And it actually did seem to help, my turns didn't feel so out of control. However, at one point, I slid through a stop sign because I thought it might be safer than trying to stop completely. No big deal. But I still got pulled over for not stopping."

"Oooh, did you get a ticket?"

Rachel continues as if Quinn hadn't spoken. "The officer had just given me back my brand new driver's license and was asking questions, when this thump came from my trunk. The police officer's eyes got really big and he became wary. He asked me what was in my trunk and I told him just the usual, forgetting about the bag of snow. He didn't believe me and walked to the rear of the car. He pushed down on the trunk a bit and another loud thump was heard. He made me get out of the car and then he handcuffed me—"

"He did what?" Quinn interrupted.

"Apparently the last time he'd heard a noise like that in someone's trunk, he'd found a kidnapped child. He told me that even though I looked harmless enough, he wasn't willing to risk it. He'd cuffed my hands in front of me, so he had me slowly open the trunk. His eyes went right to the garbage bag and I probably shouldn't have said, 'Oh, yes. I forgot about that.' because he started to read me my Miranda rights."

"Without looking in the bag?" Beca asks, grinning.

Rachel nods. "When I pointed that out, he'd already recuffed my hands behind my back and so he so slowly undid the twist tie. Seeing the snow wasn't an immediate sign of innocence either. He then preceded to dig through the bag to make sure I wasn't transporting any body parts."

"Which you weren't," Beca says.

Rachel scoffs. "As if I'd put them somewhere so obvious."

That makes the other three pause and gape at her.

Rachel shrugs and continues. "Once he'd determined that I wasn't a kidnapper or body part transporter, he uncuffed me and apologized. Unfortunately, he'd already called it in, so there were three other cops there to witness it. And so an incident that should have been kept between myself and the overly cautious officer, spread all over town. I was ridiculed the rest of the school year for being a serial killer who collects body parts. My daddy tried to fight the city over it, but it didn't matter, once it got out…" Rachel shrugs.

No one seems to know what to say after that, so Rachel takes another shot because she has to do something.

"Beca," Rachel says. "Truth or dare."

…

The only word that Beca can think of, in her alcohol soaked state, to describe Chloe tonight is instigator.

"Quinn," Chloe says. "Truth or dare."

Everyone is afraid of Chloe's dares after she'd dared Beca to run through the dorm naked. Beca had willingly taken three shots to get out of that dare. She might be okay singing naked in the shower with her stalker, but running through the dorm naked is not an option.

"Truth."

Chloe smirks. "Have you ever kissed a girl?"

Quinn turns beet red and nods.

"Details, please."

"My, uh, two best friends in high school, Santana and Brittany were dating. Actually, they were dating the entire time I knew them, even if none of us realized it. They were just always so… coupley. We were drunk. We'd just won the National Cheerleading Competition and it was our senior year, so it was like our last big hurrah. Santana had already passed out, but Brit was still awake and even though I was drunk, I was wired. I asked Brit if she preferred kissing boys or girls more. She said girls. So, I asked why and her answer was to lean over her girlfriend and kiss me." Beca didn't think it was possible, but Quinn gets even redder. "And it wasn't just a peck either. It went on for a while and there was a lot of tongue. We only stopped because I had to pee. And when I came back from the bathroom, Brittany had fallen asleep too. In the morning, it was like it'd never happened." Quinn keeps looking at her lap, once she stops talking. She takes a deep breath, looks up and says, "Beca, truth or dare."

"Truth," Beca mutters.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Are you?" Beca can't help but retort.

"I already answered a question," Quinn replies. "So?"

"Yes."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Chloe says.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Beca scoffs. "I just never found anyone I wantedto do it with. Everyone in my high school sucked."

"That," Rachel says. "I can understand."

"Okay, then, Rachel, truth or dare," Beca says.

"Truth," Rachel smirks.

Beca wonders what she's expecting the question to be; probably about her virginity. But for Quinn's sake, Beca has a different question.

"So have you ever kissed a girl, Rachel?"

Beca can see Quinn blushing and trying to look everywhere, but Rachel. But Beca knows that Quinn is listening very closely.

"I have," Rachel nods.

"Quinn gave details," Beca says. "So, spill."

"I was a freshman and she was a senior. She had one of the main roles in the spring musical, Into the Woods, as The Baker's Wife. As a freshman, I was lucky to be given the role of Cinderella's Mother, which is really just offstage singing into a mic. She just cornered me one afternoon after rehearsal and told me that my voice was awesome and that she couldn't stop thinking about kissing me. When I told her she could if she really wanted to, well… We dated in secret for the rest of the school year, which was really only a month and a half." Rachel shrugs. "It was never anything serious. I mean Marisa was still technically dating Matthew Jamieson publicly, so I knew it would never really go anywhere. But I liked her and she was the first person to really, you know, show any interest in me. I didn't even have a lot of friends at that point, more like people I sat with at lunch so we didn't look like complete loners. I don't know. Maybe I just have a thing for blondes."

Beca's drunk enough to elbow Quinn at that point, but her roommate ignores her as she continues to stare at Rachel.

"You," Chloe says to Rachel. "Are full of surprises."

Rachel just smiles.

…

"Truth or dare, Chlo," Rachel says.

"Truth, I guess," Chloe replies. "Your guys' dares are so boring."

"Just because our dares don't involve nudity, doesn't mean they're boring," Beca retorts.

"First kiss," Rachel says.

"Josh Chambers. We were ten."

"Any good?" Quinn asks.

"It was all right," Chloe replies, smirking. "My second one was better."

This seems to grab Beca's attention. "Oh?"

"Yeah," Chloe nods. "His twelve year old sister, Alyson."

Rachel can't help but laugh. She's not surprised, even if she wasn't expecting that answer.

"What? She kissed me."

"Irresistible, even at the age of ten, huh?" Rachel teases.

"You know it," Chloe grins.

…

Beca isn't sure if it's the alcohol or the avalanche of information, but she feels like her head's going to explode. She's also starting to feel slightly sexually behind, like she missed trying all these crazy high school things because she was such a loner.

"Whose turn is it?" Chloe asks.

"I think I might be done," Rachel says. "The room seems to be spinning."

"It's cause you're so tiny," Chloe mocks.

Beca finds it highly amusing that both Chloe and Quinn tease Rachel about being short, while seeming to complete ignore the fact that Beca is actually a bit shorter. She'd like to say that her presence is so big that it distracts people, except Beca is never trying to fill a room with her presence like Rachel, ever the actress, is. Maybe it's the indignant, drunken rant coming from Rachel. Beca can agree that it's entertaining.

And though she's not going to admit it, the alcohol is definitely hitting her hard too. Maybe the last two shots she took were a bad idea. She should have known when they went down so easily.

"You okay there, Becs?" Chloe asks.

"Yeah. Just, uh, day dreaming."

"Uh huh," Chloe replies with a knowing smile.

"So what's next?" Quinn asks.

"Anything, as long as it doesn't involve the consumption of any more Tequila," Rachel says.

"Agreed," Beca says.

"We definitely have to work on your guys' tolerance level," Chloe smirks.

"Whatever," Beca retorts. "You had the fewest shots of all of us."

"Not my fault that you guys are so bad at Truth or Dare."

…

Blinking at the sunlight streaming through the windows, Rachel curses the fact that neither she or Chloe remembered to close the blinds yesterday. She tries to roll over and hide her head under the covers, but finds she can't move. She panics for a moment before she realizes it's because she's being spooned. Pushing through the fog in her brain that alcohol caused, Rachel vaguely remembers that it was decided that Quinn and Beca should just crash in their room because of their inebriation; the fact that they lived at the other end of the hall, seemingly not remembered by anyone.

Looking over at Chloe's bed, Rachel can't help but smirk. With the blankets tangled around them, it's hard to make out, but it looks like Chloe is on her back with Beca laying right on top of her. The redhead has both arms wrapped around Beca as if she's afraid she'll try to escape. However, since it looks like Beca's arms are wrapped tightly around Chloe, Rachel doubts the redhead has anything to worry about.

The arm around her waist tightens slightly as Rachel once again tries to roll over to hide from the sun. It seems like Quinn's still very much asleep and so Rachel reaches for her blanket and awkwardly pulls it up, so she can block out the sun. She definitely won't be getting up early today. Instead, she snuggles deeper into Quinn and enjoys the feeling of contentment that being wrapped up in Quinn's arms gives her.