Chloe pulls back from Beca, her cheeks and neck burning as she gapes at the face behind the glass. Beca doesn't let go of her yet, her grip on Chloe's waist and expression both still, almost as if this weren't a big deal that someone had just caught them in such an intimate moment. There's a short moment of uncomfortable reserve and disbelief, letting Chloe's mind run rapidly about what move to make next.

"We're busy!" Beca suddenly shouts, making the redhead jump. She looks to the brunette with wide eyes, shocked by the girl's forwardness.

"Yeah, not anymore. Get out of the car." Mrs. Sanderson calls back shaking her head, as if she weren't surprised by Beca's bold outburst.

The shorter girl sighs then, finally unraveling her hands from around Chloe. They look at each other for a short moment, Beca's expression beaten. "Finish this later?"

"Yeah." Chloe nods, speaking softly.

Chloe follows the girl when she opens the door and gets out of the car, the redhead sliding awkwardly out of the backseat after her. She can still feel the immense blush on her skin, her heart continuing to pound quickly as she closes the door behind her. She pats her skirt down, watching as Beca prepares for the lecture.

Their art teacher walks around the car to meet them, wearing a Barden shirt with an authoritative glare and arms crossed. Chloe slowly steps behind Beca, hiding herself, the other girl still appearing nonchalant in her defeated steps. Chloe looks over the girl's shoulder, starting to think of every scenario that could make this moment even worse. Chloe can't ever remember getting in trouble before, it just wasn't in her to break the rules. What if her parents were called? She doesn't think they would like to learn about her sexual lifestyle like this.

"We were just having a little fun, that's all." Beca shrugs, playing the tension off with a small smirk.

"Yeah well, there's no having fun on school property." Mrs. Sanderson rolls her eyes, uncrossing her arms.

"You're right." Beca shrugs, her simper growing. "I never have fun at school."

"It's not what it looks like Ma'am." Chloe pipes up, making the brunette look back to her with an insulted expression. She awkwardly meets Beca's eyes, immediately regretting the attempted line. She didn't mean it like that.

"I don't care what it looks like Ms. Beale." The older woman tells them, catching their attention again. "I just care that it's not happening on school grounds...publicly I might add."

Chloe nods, feeling very small underneath her teacher's eyes. "You're not going to call our parents, are you?"

Beca rolls her eyes, stepping to the side to face the girl. "I have connections here, Mrs. S' and I are tight." She then turns to look back at her teacher with a smirk, "Right Jenifer?"

"I won't call your parents." Mrs. Sanderson ignores the brunette's statement, making Chloe blow out a puff of air in relief.

"Thank you." Chloe looks down, wishing the heat on her skin would subside already. She didn't understand how Beca was so cool with everything, did she not feel embarrassed about this?

"Don't you have some cheerleaders to manage?" Mrs. Sanderson then asks Chloe, making the girl nod shamefully. The woman then looks to Beca, a small sneer growing on her own lips. Sarcasm laces through her tone as she speaks again, "I just love how I'm the one who always finds you in the midst of trouble. It's quite the curse."

"You know you love me Mrs. S'." Beca slowly grins coquettishly, making the redhead smile faintly as she gazes at her. She knew they had a special relationship from what she's seen in their Art class, but always wondered how it came to be.

"I once found her smoking outside of the principal's office after school hours, you know?" Mrs. Sanderson then looks to Chloe, starting to dimly tease. Chloe's smile grows, looking to a blushing Beca with a bit of curiosity. "That's when I knew it was gonna be a rough four years ahead of me."

"Hey, you gonna reveal all my secrets?" Beca defends herself, continuing to play it levelheaded.

"Any girl crazy enough to date you, needs to know what she's getting herself into." Mrs. Sanderson advises before she begins to walk, making Chloe's eyes widen as she watches the woman head towards the bleachers. She looks to Beca seeing the girl stand with bafflement in her eyes, immediately turning to follow the teacher.

"We're not dating." Beca quickly steps in making Chloe grimace, starting to trail after them.

The woman smirks, glancing back before shaking her head. "Of course."

Beca rolls her eyes with a bit of annoyance, then looks over to the redhead who steps next to her. Chloe ogles back awkwardly, folding her arms across her chest. Beca scrunches her eyebrows as she gazes at the redhead, swallowing roughly before looking away again. Chloe stares down between them as they ineptly walk back together; at least she knows how Beca might feel now about the idea of dating.

Each of them is silent in their stride as they follow behind their teacher, finally reaching the bleachers again.

"You should go first. You know, so people don't see us walking back together." Beca stops Chloe with a hand on her arm, making the redhead look back.

"Yeah, okay." Chloe tries not sulk as she nods.

Beca watches the girl's expression for a moment, her own easing up as she reads her. "Meet me after the game by my car?"

Chloe contemplates the request for a moment, wishing she could just understand the girl's thought process. She smiles though, nodding. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Beca's lips curve up the slightest, surprising the taller girl. Another short moment plays out as they both stare at each other, Chloe taking in the girl's faintness. Beca got lost like this every now and then with her, she didn't know if it was an exclusive habit with only her, or just a 'Beca thing'. Either way, she's always hoping it isn't the last time it happens with her.

Chloe steps back and turns, leaving the girl as she takes a deep breath. Beca waits back, watching intently as the redhead returns to the crowd until she's out of sight. Chloe paces back to Aubrey down the sideline, finally feeling her heartbeat slow down. She couldn't understand how a short moment with the brunette always left her so breathless, and now she can only think of meeting her again after the game. She suddenly wants to control time, wishing she could fast forward to the evening ahead with the girl.

As she approaches her friend, she looks back to see Beca climbing the bleachers already. The girl sits back down next to her friends, each of them all reaching for her attention as soon as she does. Their eyes meet once though, Beca's expression remaining tender for a short moment.

A smile breaks onto her face a second later, the girl rolling her eyes lightheartedly as Chloe beams back instantly. Each of them holds a silent message of relief, their interruption before now feeling rather amusing. Chloe holds back a giggle as she watches Beca shrug with a shake to her head, enjoying the sight of the girl's insouciance. Chloe returns her attention back to the game, biting her lip as she continues to wish for time to pass.

Chloe can remember when she first had sex in a car. It was difficult and rather painful, no matter how hard Tom tried to make it pleasurable for her. Seat buckles would dig into her back, her head was propped up uncomfortably (resulting in a ache in her neck for a week after), and her sense of security gone as they sat parked in an empty lot outside of his work. She decided then that it just wasn't worth it to ever try it again.

Beca seemed to make everything that was awkward with tom though, a new experience Chloe wanted to relive again. She outclassed the boy with half the effort, and they weren't even dating. The way Beca made sure she was comfortable enough first, taking control as Chloe flew into her own bliss in the front seat of the brunette's car, straddling the girl's lap happily. It was almost caustic how well the girl made Chloe's positive view of sex increase immensely.

As soon as Chloe was able to escape her duties as a captain after the game, she met up with Beca quickly. The girl had driven them to a secure part up the small mountain behind her neighborhood, Chloe feeling far from the world as Beca kissed her. Neither of their houses were empty leaving them to come here, but Chloe was rather happy with this idea now that they were in the midst of it. It felt kind of sweet on Beca's part, making her wonder if the girl had intended it to be that way.

She could see the stars outside of the window, hearing a lax playlist crackling through the girl's stereo as nature's sound whirled through the opened windows. She felt secure under the girl's touch, her body vastly relaxed. She knew she would be asking to do this again, hoping the girl was enjoying it as much as she was.

When each of them came down from their highs, her body falls gently on top of Beca. The brunette's arms circle around her to keep her up as Chloe rests her own head in the crook of the girl's neck, breathing heavily with a smile. Her hands rest against the girl's chest, feeling the pounding heart underneath her palms.

"You okay?" Chloe wonders, hearing the girl chuckle in a reply.

"I'm great Beale." Beca breathes out, her arms tightening around the girl.

"Me too." The redhead grins, hoping Beca doesn't want to move out of their embrace anytime soon. Chloe listens to the girl's breathing, hearing the music around them. It consisted of a guitar, playing gently. No vocals covered the track. It wasn't something Chloe has ever heard before.

"What's this song?"

There's a short pause before Beca speaks, "It's…um mine."

"Really?" Chloe marvels softly, listening to the chords as they move along the melody. "It's really beautiful Becs."

"Thanks." The girl nods above her, modest ineptness in her tone.

"You record your own music then?" Chloe moves on, keeping herself snugged into the girl's arms.

"I mean, yeah." Beca shrugs with a short chuckle, "Sometimes…"

"Do you record with your band?"

"Yeah, we've recorded a few tracks before. When a song sounds really good. I mostly just record my own stuff though, a lot of guitar progressions like this." The brunette tells her, attentive to the query.

"Where do you do that?" Chloe awes, thinking back to the girl's room.

"I have a little headset and mic hooked up to my laptop, it's nothing much. It get's the job done for now though."

Chloe smiles, imagining the girl recording the song they're currently listening to. "Is that what you want to do?"

"Kind of." Beca muses, "I mean, I want to be a producer of sorts."

Chloe looks up, her eyes meeting the other girl's. "Really?"

Beca stares back, a surprising amount of shyness in her eyes. "Yeah…"

"I didn't know that." Chloe admits, smiling softly from the thought. She could easily imagine the girl sitting back in a studio, putting tracks together.

Beca shrugs, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. "I got into it a couple of years ago, sophomore year really. Mrs. Sanderson suggested it."

Chloe grins, "She did, huh?"

"Yeah." Beca nods with a small smile, "She knew I loved music and suggested I create my own. Tried it out, learned to play the guitar along the way…She was right."

"You guys seem close." Chloe points out, resting her head back against the girl's chest.

"We are." Beca tells her, "I don't know. We just have a weird dynamic, she's more than just a teacher."

"How so?"

Beca pauses again, reluctance in her voice. "She helped me get through some shit."

Chloe nods, hesitant about her next question. "Like?"

"Her mother died when she was young too." The shorter girl simply shares, making Chloe bite her lower lip. She can feel the shift in mood, as they both stay silent for a moment. The redhead can feel the girl's heart still against her palm, focusing on each pump inside.

"Are you okay?" Chloe then tests, making the girl shrug.

"Yeah. I have to be, right?" Beca admits, making Chloe scrunch her eyebrows together.

"Not necessarily." She replies cautiously, Beca hasn't spoken to her like this in years, especially about her mother. Beca had a habit to run about now, she doesn't want to scare the girl off again.

"Well, it is what it is." Beca speaks softly, "Cancer is a part of life, and so is moving on."

Chloe nods, her hand leaving the girl's chest and moving to her arm. She squeezes softly, not understanding why the girl is opening up in the moment, but hoping Beca doesn't regret it. She guessed it was something about the place they were in, the high they left off on and the atmosphere making it easier for the girl. Maybe Beca was tired of putting too much effort into her retrains around the redhead. If so, Chloe was happy they were finally leveling out a bit.

"Can I come over to your place tonight?" Beca attempts to move on, surprising the other girl.

"Sure…I mean, if you want." Chloe looks back to Beca, noticing the nonchalant expression on her face as she gazes up at the roof.

"My dad has just been real pissy lately, and I need a break from Aubrey." Beca tells her, answering Chloe's unasked question.

"What's going on between you and Bree?"

"Nothing. All she talks about is stupid nationals or what she's gonna wear to her cousin's wedding. It's driving me insane." Beca sighs, finally looking back down to Chloe. The other girl smiles back though, making Beca raise her eyebrows. "What?"

"You're just funny sometimes." Chloe shrugs, "You and Bree are so different."

"Trust me, I know that." Beca groans, "I'm reminded of it every time I try to use the bathroom. She's always there, you know?"

Chloe chuckles, shaking her head. "She likes to keep up her appearances."

"Why though? Like who cares?"

"Definitely not you, that's for sure." Chloe teases, getting a playful slap to her back in return.

"How rude." Beca gapes, her smile struggling to stay hidden.

"I rarely have quick retorts to burn people, let me have this one." The redhead tells her making Beca laugh. Chloe smiles at the action, happy she was the reason for it.

"Fine." Beca shakes her head, laying it against the headrest once again.

"I was kidding by the way." Chloe adds.

"About?"

"Your appearances. You don't have to try hard though." Chloe tries, resting her head back down again.

"You think so?" Beca questions, making Chloe already know she's smirking.

"Yeah." The taller girl nods, "I mean, I don't think we would be in this situation if it weren't for that."

Beca laughs again above her, making her grin. "Back at you Beale…You're pretty hot."

"Thank you." Chloe beams smugly, snuggling in closer.

"And that uniform, my god. It makes me want to believe in god again."
"What?" Chloe chuckles, eyebrow scrunched.

"Because it's a blessing. Keep up. Jesus..." She teases.

Chloe laughs, loving this side of her. "Don't you like it better when I'm not wearing anything at all though?" She then pulls up, scooting her face closer to the other girl's.

Beca grins, nodding her head as she mumbles. "So much better."

Chloe kisses her then, her hand rising to rest against the girl's neck to pull her closer. She smiles into the kiss, happy when the girl's arms tighten around her once again. Chloe's fingertips trace along the girl's skin, outlining the jawline underneath them.

She pulls back hesitantly though, eyes hooded as she looks down into Beca's.

Beca stares back, her breath short. A moment passes by before one of the brunette's hands reaches up to push away a strand of hair that's fallen between them. She places it behind Chloe's ear, eyes never leaving her own. Chloe is utterly intoxicated by the way the girl gazes back at her, and the way her eyes hold every wish the redhead has.

She was finding more and more lately, that eye contact was a dangerous thing with Beca. Was it lovely though.

"Fuck." Beca whispers suddenly, making Chloe knit her brows together.

"What?"

Beca gulps, jaw tightening. "Nothing."

Before she can ask anything more, Beca's lips are on hers again.

Beca ends up sneaking through the back door when they arrive at Chloe's house that night. The girl's parents were watching a movie in the living room, and her younger brother in the basement playing video games. Beca's already there though when Chloe walks through her bedroom door, sitting on her bed. Chloe couldn't explain how much the image made her heart plunder, loving the way the girl made herself at home.

Beca borrows one of Chloe's shirts, slipping under the covers as the redhead turns off the lights. She falls asleep quickly though, her body so close to Chloe's. She watches the girl for a bit, appreciating the fact that she was there. Beca always made her feel less alone, even when she wasn't saying anything.

Chloe had no idea why Beca asked to stay here, and not go to one of her friend's houses. Maybe they were all busy? Or maybe Beca liked sleeping beside Chloe too. She was hoping for the later.

Chloe wakes up the next morning, an arm wrapped around her from behind and sun spilling over her cheek. Beca was spooning her from behind, face buried in the redhead's neck. Chloe had no idea she was such a cuddlier in her sleep before this pas week. She definitely isn't complaining about it though. Chloe just leans back into the girl, taking in the contentment that is Beca Mitchell.

Saturday mornings were always her favorites, and now that the past two she had woken up next to Beca, they were becoming even more of a luxury. She knew her parents would be out in an hour for their weekend walk, never having missed one in years. Her brother would sleep in until noon, so she decides to get up soon to make the girl breakfast.

When she knows her parents have left, she slides out of the bed. She looks down at Beca, seeing the girl immediately cuddling into her comforter afterwards. Chloe smiles, leaning down to kiss the girl's forehead. She sighs as she pulls up, biting her lower lip as she turns and walks out of the room in her socks.

She saunters into the kitchen, pulling out the waffle maker and starting the espresso machine. She sings along to the music on her phone, twirling around as she licks off the batter on her fingers. There were a few clouds outside, but she had hope that the day would be a good one. Especially with the girl she had been falling for, still in her bed.

When everything is done, she grabs the plate of waffles, balancing the mugs of coffee in one hand as she walks back up the stairs. When she ambles into her room, Beca is still asleep, looking as if she hasn't moved at all since she left. Chloe sets down the food, getting on her bed and kneeling by the girl. The girl doesn't move then, looking almost dead. She wonders how deep of a sleeper the girl actually was.

She reaches down, brushing hair out of the girl's face. The girl stirs a bit then, her nose scrunching. Chloe smiles at the slightly smeared eyeliner underneath the girl's eyes, starting to run her hand through her hair gently. Her nails lightly trace through the girl's scalp, massaging the skin there.

The girl then mumbles, "Don't stop."

Chloe grins, continuing her motions as Beca's eyes flutter open.
"What time is it?"

"A quarter past nine."

Beca's eyebrows knit together, a small frown forming on her lips. "Why the hell are you up so early?"

Chloe rolls her eyes, smoothing out the girl's hair before standing up. "I made breakfast."

Beca raises her head, squinting at the plate Chloe picks up. The redhead sits back down, leaning back against the headboard as she crosses her legs. She holds out the plate and a fork, seeing the girl raise her eyebrows. "There's only one plate?"

"We can share silly." Chloe points out with a chuckle, waiting.

Beca rolls her eyes spiritedly, sitting up and mirroring Chloe's sitting position. She runs her hand through her hair, patting down her shirt with her other hand. She then grabs the fork and the plate, setting it into her lap. She starts to eat excitedly, sighing contently after her first bite. Chloe holds back a giggle as she watches her.

"What?" Beca mutters while chewing.

"Nothing." Chloe smiles as she shakes her head, leaning in and taking a bite for herself.

"Apparently it wasn't nothing." Beca argues lightheartedly, continuing to eat.

"It's just," The redhead starts, a teasing smile on her lips. "You're very passionate about food."

Beca shrugs, not surprised by the statement. "Food has always been good to me. What's not to be passionate about?"

"Mmhmm." Chloe nods, handing the girl a cup of coffee.

"Do we have to share this too?" Beca asks mockingly as she takes the cup.

"No." Chloe laughs, scooting closer to the girl as she takes another bite for herself. Beca pulls back the plate when Chloe tries to take another, humorously messing with the girl.

Both of them look to the phone on the bedside table though when a message rings through. Chloe scrunches her eyebrows as she picks it up, seeing that it's from Aubrey. She reads the message, feeling suddenly confused.

"What is it?" Beca wonders beside her, trying to look over her shoulder.

"Bree just asked me to go to your cousin's wedding with her?" Chloe tells her, receiving an equally as confused expression in return.

"What?"

"Yeah, I don't know." Chloe writes her friend a text back, asking for an explanation.

"Are you two having sex too?" Beca asks jokingly.

"Oh god." Chloe shakes her head with a chortle, staring down at her phone still.

Beca continues to stare at her though, eyebrows slowly knitting together. "You didn't answer my question."

Chloe looks back, slightly gawking before speaking again. "No Beca, I'm not sleeping with Aubrey."

"Good." Beca mumbles, looking back to her food.

"Jealous much?" Chloe queries suggestively.

"No, I just wanted to make sure my fuck buddy wasn't getting nasty with my stepsister." She covers up, giving Chloe a coy look. "That would count as a problem in my book."

"Sure." Chloe rolls her eyes, "So I've been promoted to fuck buddy, eh?"

Beca simply smirks back, sending a quick wink. Chloe bites her lower lip, holding back another bubble of laughter that wants to escape. She picks up her phone again though as it rings, reading the text quickly. She then snickers softly as she reads her friend's reasoning.

"What?"

"Apparently, she doesn't want to be stuck in awkward conversation's with her family."
"Still sounds like she's asking you out on date or something." Beca theorizes childishly, "But reasonable. Have you met any of her mother's family? Fucking bat shit crazy…"

Chloe gives her a look, trying to hide her own smile. She sets down her phone, returning her attention back to the food Beca's already halfway through.

"So?"

"So?" Chloe mimics.

"Are you going?" Beca looks to her, curious.

"I guess." Chloe nods, "I mean, it could be fun right?"

"Yeah." Beca shrugs, a small smile rising on her face. "Actually, not really…but now it could be."

Chloe looks to her quickly, a blush rising on her cheeks. "Yeah?"

"Sure." Beca continues to smile, going back to her eating. Chloe bites her lip, hoping it meant what she's thinking. She watches the girl eat, remembering how it felt to run her hands through her hair earlier. How the girl looked when she first woke up, eyelashes long and her own shirt rolled up over the girl's skin.
Beca looks back at her then, question in her eyes. "Got any more waffles?"

AN: I love writing dialogue for these cute dorks, so I hoped you liked this chapter. Things are getting fluffier and sweeter, who knows how long that'll last? though ;) Anyways, thanks again for reading! :D