Merry Pitchmas, postmjbuttercup :) Here's your christmasy bechloe fic. Hope you like it! xx
—fa la la la la—-
Fact: finals were done.
Fact: the house was decorated.
Fact: Beca loves Chloe.
Fact: Chloe has no idea. (or so she thinks).
You'd think the three and a half years of harboring feelings for her bestfriend would have burst out by now. But nope. There they sat. Locked up behind Beca's alleged tiny cold, dark, heart.
For a while she thought she was just going to tell her. Rip off the band-aid, get it over with. But every time she finally mustered up the courage to confront the redhead, something came up. Or more so, Beca made another excuse to not do it.
"Becs you can't just hide this shit forever. We graduate in a couple months, what are you going to do then?" Stacie lectured at Beca while sitting on the DJ's bed watching her pack to head home for a few days.
"I don't know, Stace. I'll figure it out." Beca let out a frustrated sigh. "Just. I just need to focus right now. I can't be thinking about her 24/7."
"You say that like you don't already." Stacie chuckled. "Seriously, Beca. If anything at this point I'm pretty sure she already knows. It's Chloe we're talking about. The one who openly discusses her latest bowel movement at the dinner table. She literally talks about anything and everything with you. Just bring it up in a conversation. Guarantee it'll all be fine." Stacie continued to preach at the brunette as she filed her nails.
Beca was now sitting on top of her suitcase trying to get it shut enough to zip it closed. Being the small human she is, Stacie rolled her eyes to get up and help her zip it. With the last corner of the zipper rolling, "Fine. I'll do it." and then Stacie replied with a pat on her head, "good girl."
Stacie walked out the door, closing it behind her. Beca let out another stressed puff of a sigh and sat down on her bed next to her suitcase. Most of the girls had already left for Christmas. Stacie, Chloe and Lilly were the only ones left in the house. Beca wasn't due to leave until tomorrow night, and Chloe the morning after. Lilly said that morning that she was leaving around noon, but half the time no one has any idea what she says, so for all Beca knew she was probably already gone or hiding upside down in the pantry.
She stacked all her bags next to her desk to get them out of the way, and went back to her desk to mix. She had been making a CD for Chloe for Christmas over the past few weeks. She wasn't usually a good gift giver and knowing Chloe she'd go ballistic over anything she gave her anyway, especially her mixes.
At firs it had just been a couple tracks of some of Chloe's favorite songs and other songs the Bellas had done over the years, but after Stacie's little "come to Jesus" speech with Beca earlier, she had a quick change in plan. After all, it was only 2:30pm on a Tuesday and campus was dead. What else would she be doing otherwise?
Welp. She ended up locking herself (figuratively of course) in her room, at her desk, until 9:45pm that night. The only break she took was to get more coffee, avoid Chloe at all costs, and to pee. She let nothing break her concentration, she HAD to get this finished before she left for Christmas. That was of course until Chloe texted her.
Chlo 9:47pm: hey you. Where the heck are you?
Beca 9:47pm: room. desk. mixing.
Chlo 9:48pm: do u want to come watch Christmas movies with me and Stacie?
Beca 9:48pm: while your offer is tempting (not) i'm actually busy. last minute christmas stuff.
Chlo 9:49pm: mmmkay. if you say so. (i'll pretend not to be bummed as long as the mixes are for me).
Beca 9:49pm: shush.
She set her phone back down on her desk with the screen face down and ran her hands through her hair. She only had one more song to go, one she knew for sure would get her point across to Chloe. If it didn't, she was literally out of options as far as spelling it out for her goes. But thankfully, Chloe wasn't all that dense.
Chloe was the only person Beca ever put any time and effort into making mixes for. Come to think of it, Chloe was the only person Beca put any time and effort into anything for, but that's beside the point.
She had put the finishing touches on the last song, loaded it on to a jump drive (it was pink, because duh) and tied a cute bow around it. She could have probably written a little note in a card to go along with it, but her eyes were so tired from looking at the screen that she said screw it and hoped Chloe would get the idea from the get-go.
After a shower and last minute packing, she walked downstairs to an empty house. Most of the girls had already gone asleep. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked up the one flight of stairs towards Chloe's room. She could see the light was still on from the crack under the door. She walked over slowly and knocked quietly. Within seconds Chloe opened it with a giant smile on her face.
"Hey Becs. I feel like I haven't seen you like at all today." she said as she opened the door farther, allowing Beca to walk in.
"Yeah well it's kind of your fault." shit. she was nervous. Why was she so nervous? It's just Chloe.
"Ha. Is that so?" Chloe laughed as she walked over to her bed to finish folding laundry.
"Yeah. I uh- I. I made you some mixes." Beca shyly handed the redhead the decorated jump drive and scratched her temple. "There's some new stuff, some custom stuff, and some old stuff on there for you. Merry Christmas, Chlo."
Chloe smiled that cliche melt-Beca-into-a-puddle smile and pulled her in for a hug. "Thanks Becs! That's awesome. But if this was some kind of scheme to get your present from me a day early, then nice try."
Beca threw her hands up in innocence, "No way dude. I just, I just needed to get it done and get it to you. I was almost getting sick of looking at it." she laughed nervously.
She wasn't totally lying. She had gotten sick of hearing the same. damn. love songs. over and over and over. She was sick of thinking of it, sick of picturing Chloe's face when she listened to the last song, and completely and totally sick of thinking about what would go down if Chloe didn't feel the same way.
"I'm gonna go up to bed, I'm not leaving until tomorrow late afternoon-ish, so I'll make sure and say bye before then. Night Chlo." and she turned as fast as she could out the door and ran straight up to her room.
Knowing Chloe, she probably had already started to listen to the drive. Hence the reason was laying wide awake staring at the ceiling at 3am. Playing scenario after scenario through her head and even thinking about running down stairs and stealing the jump drive in the middle of the night, which she thankfully decided against. Chloe was a light sleeper. There's no way in hell she'd survive that.
Just as she was finally about to fall asleep, her phone buzzed.
Chlo 3:32am: hey.
"shit. shit. shit. shit." she took a deep breath.
Beca 3:33am: heyy.
Chloe 3:34m: you up?
Beca 3:34am: nah, must be texting in my sleep again. damn.
the texting bubbles insinuating that Chloe was replying had popped up and disappeared three times before she heard a knock at her door. Well shit.
She sat up in her bed. Completely froze.
"Uh.. who is it?" Dumb question, Mitchell.
"It's Santa. Becs who the heck do you think it is?" with this, Chloe opened the door and walked straight over to Beca and sat down next to her on her bed.
"Titanium? Really?" Chloe was looking right into Beca's eyes.
"So you listened to it already?" Beca replied, trying to keep her breath steady. Chloe really needed to learn what personal space was.
"Twice." simply put, by the redhead who was now inching closer to Beca.
"And uh well. Did you lik-" Beca was cutoff by her best friends lips crashing into her own. Chloe smiled into the kiss while Beca was too busy trying to wrap her head around the fact that it was happening. After a few more seconds, Chloe pulled back and smiled while biting her now semi-swollen bottom lip.
"That is what you wanted to happen…right?"
Beca laughed softly, rolled her eyes and then grabbed Chloe by the cheeks pulling her back in for more. She broke the kiss and rested their foreheads together and whispered, "Merry Christmas, weirdo."
