Regionals went as smoothly as expected. The Bella's won by a land slide, followed close by the Treble's, but no one was surprised. Even with the obvious tension between the two captains, they still ran through their routine and freshly mashup on Missy Elliot and Kelis, with perfect ease, owning the stage with pure confidence and swag. Or so Fat Amy said, Chloe wasn't sure how they had 'swag' but she wasn't going to argue. They were going to nationals, with a strong team.

Of course Fat Amy and Stacey had decided right away that they needed a celebratory party for their gracious win, which had in turn roped the Treble's into having a party. Chloe had to admit, it was quite nice having the Treble's on friendly terms now. Bumper and Aubrey had always been at one another throats since freshman year, and the hate just intensified through out the years. But now that Jesse and Benji had control of the male acapella group the tension had disappeared and they were always quite happy to host parties or let the Bella's invade their pool for hours at a time.

Chloe was currently watching Benji perform his so called famous gerbil Cape trick, which had Jessica and Ashley entranced. The red head wasn't quite sure what was happening, but Benji's soft face and warm smile had a very calming effect on her.

Across the pool Beca watched her girlfriend with sad eyes. She knew she'd done wrong by Chloe, by simply not speaking to her, about anything but Bella related issues,

"Hey Shawshank!" Jesse's voice cut through the brunette thoughts as he appeared in her vision, holding out a red solo cup to her. She took it and gave it a quick sniff, deciding whether it was safe to sip,

"I didn't get arrested this year dude," she muttered in response, sipping the amber liquid within the cup. Whiskey, her favourite.

"Yeah, but it's been a whole year. The anniversary of your first arrest!" the boy grinning happily, nudging her shoulder,

"How do you know it wasn't my first?" Beca mused with a coy smirk. Jesse frowned and eyed her carefully, "Jesus, it was! Man, how bad do you think j was before Barden!" Beca rolled her eyes and finished her drink, glancing over to the red head once more. Jesse followed her line of sight and sighed softly,

"You can just go talk to her. She is your girlfriend,"

"I don't think it's that simple dude," the brunette dropped her eyes as Chloe looked over. Jesse gave a small wave, beckoning the other Bella captain over. He anxiously looked between the older girl and Beca as Chloe moved around the pool, somehow Jesse had managed the movement without the brunette seeing.

The sophomore boy wasn't about to let his beat friend fuck up the best thing she had. Sure when they'd first met he'd tried to get up close with her and even hoped he'd have a shot, but after their brief conversation about fake male anatomy, Jesse had realised he didn't stand a chance. But Chloe did. Chloe was by far, the nicest, coolest and secretly nerd girl he'd met, next to Beca. And she seemed to see the sun shining out of Beca's every pour.

The red head was gingerly moving over to them, clutching her own red plastic cup,

"Hey Chlo! Awesome win tonight!" Jesse said excitedly, drawing Beca's attention away from the empty insides of the red cup. The brunette met Chloe's eyes and dropped her gaze again,

"It was all thanks to Beca actually, she figures out the music, and she's always Amazing at it," Chloe said softly, knocking a knee against Beca's. The brunette shrugged slightly and made a low grumble in her throat,

"Oh my sweet aca-gods guys. I can't deal with this anymore. The Bella's can't deal with this anymore!" Jesse cried dramatically, standing, gripping both their wrists and dragging them into the Treble house. The crowds parted ways as Jesse led the two protesting Bella's by the wrists. For a moment Jesse had no idea where to put them, then he realised the perfect spot.


"I swear to God Jessie if you don't let us outta here-"

"You're not going anywhere till you sort this shit out!" Jesse called back through the basement door. Beca roared, slamming her fists against the woos again, till her hands hurts,

"Becs, let's just, I dunno, actually take his advice?" Chloe called from the base of the steps. Her tone tired and meek. Beca sighed, pressing her forehead to the door, eyes closed. The brunette hated Jesse right then. Hated how he was right, how the situation had gotten to this point, how she just needed to man the fuck up,

"Alright, fine. What do you want to talk about?" Beca grumbled as she walked down to the basement, seeking out something to sit on. The Treble basement was much like the main Treble house. Filled with random boxes, furniture and a mini-fridge. A quick sweep of the junk and she'd found two lawn chairs, passing onto to the red head, Beca dropped onto the seat,

"Seriously?"

"Well yeah, you must have a topic in mind?" Beca muttered nonchalantly, avoiding the brilliant blue eyes. Chloe let out an agitated sigh,

"Fine. Let's talk about the last month, since the LGBT meet, since your mom came to visit, you've been off with me. You've barely spoken to me, unless it had to do with the Bella's. You don't look at me, you barely touch me, what's going on?" Chloe glared at her girlfriend, her fists clenched tightly, frustration running through her veins as the brunette still refused to make eye contact with her, "Are you seeing someone else?" the red head blurted out. Instantly Beca's navy eyes were on her, filled with shock and hurt,

"What the actual fuck?! You think I'd do that? To you? Do you even know me?" the short girl shot back, standing quickly,

"I don't know anymore Beca, do I know you? My girlfriend talks to me and is open, caring and actually shows emotions!"

"Oh god Chloe, you're being dramatic!" Beca rolled her eyes and dropped back into her seat,

"just, please, Beca, please, talk to me. Tell me why we aren't how we were over summer, tell me what I've done wrong, please?" Chloe begged, feeling the wave of tears prickle her eyes. She dropped into th dust lawn chair, her hands clutched to her face, "please, just, please," she whispered. Beca tried her hardest not to look at her, to force a wall up.

She been convincing herself for the last few weeks that Chloe didn't need her, not with her alcoholic, homophobic mother, and harassment from a blue haired woman left right and centre. That the red head would be better off without her baggage. But now, now Beca wasn't too sure. Chloe was openly crying in front of her, begging for her to talk to her. Beca took a breath and reached forward, pulling one of Chloe's hands away from her face, stroking her thumb over her knuckles,

"Its not you, it's me Chlo,"

"Your breaking up with me?" the red head sobbed,

"No, no. Not unless you want -" the slap sting Beca's face. Quick and half, Chloe put her hidden ninja skills into quick practise as she slapped the brunette,

"Your a fucking idiot Beca Mitchell. Seriously."

"I can't, seriously, oh my God Chloe. You want me to talk? Fine, I'll talk! Ever since my God damn mother came and disowned me I've been fucked up in the head. She looked at me like I was dirt, like I was nothing. I feel like nothing, I feel horrible and insecure and totally not worth your attention!" Beca practically yelled as she rubbed her still stinging cheek, "And to top that off, that blue haired girl, Naomi, had been stalking and harassing me at the station. I can't get away from her every Thursday and Friday! And all the girls are expecting fucking gold when it comes to the setups, and I just, I don't know, freaked out? What ever, you didn't need my shit, you didn't need it. No one does," Beca took a breath, shaking her head slightly, "I don't want to break up with you. I'm not cheating on you, I, I love you Chloe," Beca fumbled to a close, finding herself standing before the red head, unable to lift her head and meet the eyes she knew were on her. She took a shaky breath, processing her own words that had flooded out of her. Everything was out in the open. Even her confession of love.

And Chloe was silent. Deadly silent.

Beca raised her eyes with trepidation, scared to what she might see.

Chloe was still seated in the old lawn chair, her cheeks stained with tears and run mascara lines, her mouth hanging open slightly. Nervously Beca wrung her hands together, chewing her bottom lip, "Say something..." she muttered.

With a blue of movement Chloe had Beca's face in her hands, pressing their lips tightly together. It wasn't heated or feverish, just love. Beca could feel it, surging between them both, as bodies and hands clasped them together they kissed like there was nothing else in the world. Just them. Only them.

"Oh Becs, I want it, I want it all. All your pain, worried and sadness. All of it. I love you, I love all of you, you weirdo. You idiotical weirdo," Chloe muttered softly between the kisses she laid on Beca's lips. The brunette couldn't help but laugh, her own tears streaming down her face as she hugged herself tightly to the older girl.

"But I swear to the aca-gods, next time I see Naomi, I'm kicking her ass!"