A/N: I don't know why I do an author's note before every chapter, I just feel like I have to thank you all for being so amazing. Like, every time I get a little email saying I have a new follower or favouriter or a new review I get a stupid grin on my face and I like having that stupid grin. So thank you :)

Also, in reply to your reviews, yes. Izzy is a massive bitch :P

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.


Chloe spent nearly every minute of the next few days at the brunette's bedside. By day four, Beca was beginning to go stir crazy.

"I'm so bored," she moaned, as they played blackjack. She tossed her cards onto the bed. "Can't we go out?"

"You're under strict instructions to rest," Chloe said, smirking as Beca huffed. "But I promise as soon as you're allowed out we'll go on our trip."

"I want to go now," Beca pouted. Chloe giggled at her.

"You're adorable," she said, gathering up the cards and shuffling them. Beca rolled her eyes and tried to adjust her position in the bed, wincing as she pulled on her stitches. "Okay?" Beca nodded, closing her eyes momentarily as she waited for the pain to pass.

"Fine," she said, eventually, letting out a shaky breath. "So tell me what's new with you?"

"Uh," Chloe said, biting her lip as she thought. "Well considering I spent 99% of my time here, I'm gonna say not much." Beca laughed.

"Come on, tell me something. These last few days have been about nothing else but me, I wanna hear what's going on with you," Beca said. Chloe grinned.

"I've been thinking about moving to a smaller place," Chloe said after a few seconds of thinking.

"How come?" Beca asked.

"I can't really afford the rent and it's too big to be living there by myself. Plus there are, you know, bad memories," she said, nervously fiddling with the cards in her hands. "It'd be nice to live in a place where I'm not surrounded by reminders of that asshole."

"Yeah, I can imagine," Beca said, reaching over and taking Chloe's hand. "Why don't you stay with me until you find a place? That way you don't have to be there any longer than necessary. That is, assuming I'll actually get out of here any time soon," she added with a laugh.

"Are you sure?" Chloe asked.

"Of course. I'd love for you to stay," Beca said, her thumb brushing across Chloe's hand. "Only if you want to, that is."

"I'd love to Beca," she said, her face breaking into a smile. "Thank you." She leaned across the bed and kissed her. As soon as their lips connected, the door opened and Izzy entered.

"Sorry," she muttered, standing awkwardly.

"What do you want?" Beca said with a sigh.

"I'm covering for a friend. I need to change your dressing," she said, looking frankly annoyed by the whole situation.

"Great," Beca mumbled, rolling her eyes as she sifted her position and lifted up her top.

"You'll have to wait outside," Izzy said to Chloe.

"Why?" Beca responded. "She's never had to wait outside before."

"Well she should have," Izzy said, irritated. "Hospital protocol."

"Bullshit," Beca said.

"Becs, it's fine. I'll go and grab us some dinner," Chloe said, kissing her on the cheek. She left the room and Izzy moved to Beca's side.

"She's pretty," Izzy said, after an uncomfortable silence.

"She is," Beca responded, wincing as Izzy was a little heavy-handed with her dressing.

"I heard it was her ex-boyfriend who did this to you," she said.

"That's right," Beca said, clenching her jaw against the pain. "Jesus, don't they train nurses any more? Take it easy will you."

"Sorry," Izzy said. "It's just... This is hard for me, you know? To come into the place where I work and see the girl I'm in love with kissing someone else."

"If you were so in love with me you wouldn't have cheated, Iz," Beca said, not feeling any sympathy for the girl. "But if it makes you feel better, just stay away from my room."

"I'm doing my job, Beca," Izzy sighed. "And I apologised a million times for that."

"And I forgave you," Beca said. "But I still don't want you back."

"I don't get it," she said as she finished re-applying the dressing. "This girl's ex stabs you in the stomach, almost killing you, and you still want to be with her. Aren't you like shit scared he'll come after you again? Is she really worth that kind of fear?"

"You're right," Beca said with a sigh. "You don't get it. I love her. I'd take a fucking million knives in the stomach for her. Of course I'm scared, but I'm more scared that she'll get hurt. And if she's with me, I can protect her." Izzy was silent for a few seconds. "Are you done?"

"Yeah," Izzy said, softly. "Sorry. Just," she hesitated, "just don't make my mistake, okay? Don't ruin this with her."

"I don't intend to," Beca replied. Izzy left and a second later, Chloe re-entered, carrying a large pizza box. "I love you so much," Beca said, practically drooling.

"Are you talking to me or the pizza?" Chloe laughed.

"The pizza, obviously," Beca said, smirking. She shuffled across the bed, trying to hide the pain it caused her. and patted the space she had just created.

"I don't know if I should," Chloe said, eyeing the door nervously.

"You will never hear me say this again, so make the most of it," Beca said. "But I'd like it if we cuddled and watched a movie." Chloe laughed and kicked off her shoes before climbing onto the bed beside Beca. The brunette opened her laptop and started up Netflix, telling Chloe to pick what she wanted, as she opened the pizza box and took her first slice. "Mother of all that is holy, this is the food of the gods."

"You're a weirdo," Chloe said, giggling. She put her arm around Beca's shoulders and Beca curled into her side. After they finished the pizza, it didn't take long for Beca to fall asleep, the steady rhythm of Chloe's heart relaxing her.


A few days later and Beca was finally allowed home. She returned to her apartment to find that most of Chloe's stuff had been shoved into the spare room.

"I hope this is okay," Chloe said, nervously when she showed Beca.

"Of course it is!" Beca said, brightly. "I mean, that room didn't even have a bed in it, it makes sense to keep it in there for now."

"No," Chloe said, "I mean, I hope it's okay with me just like, crashing here. I know we talked about it but we never like discussed a date and I didn't want to be presumptuous, but it didn't really make any sense for m-" Beca pressed her lips against Chloe's, cutting off her ramblings.

"It's okay," Beca said softly, her hands running down Chloe's arms. "You don't have to be so nervous about this kind of thing."

"Sorry," Chloe said, giving a shaky laugh and a forced smile. It dawned on Beca why Chloe would be so nervous, and she kicked herself for it.

"Hey," she said, her voice even softer than before. She brought her hand up to cup Chloe's cheek, her thumb brushing across the space where there was probably once a bruise. "I am never, ever going to hurt you like he did, okay?" Chloe nodded, tears in her eyes. "I'd like to say I'd never hurt you, but I'm a human. And humans have the innate ability to fuck things up. But I promise I will never willingly hurt you. I will never lay my hands on you and I will never say words to you that make you feel less than what you are. I promise." Chloe closed her eyes, forcing the tears to spill over before she nodded again. "Please, don't ever be scared of me."

"I won't," Chloe said, as Beca pulled her into her arms, not caring that pain rippled from her stomach as she gripped the redhead tightly. "I love you."

"I love you too."