A/N: What's up awesome nerds! Here is another chapter for your Bechloe needs. Once again and forever always, credit for this fic goes to the brains behind this operation with her fantastic gif sets that never fail to give me feels. The one, the only, my absolute Tumblr crush, captainpeachperfect. This girl has completed the hole that I didn't think needed filling with this series. Thank you for being so amazing and continue to be aca-awesome cutie. Enjoy guys.

Beca had brought Kevin with her to look at one of the apartments she'd found, he was her best friend after all.

"And this room is a living area with a bedroom." Beca nodded as she took in the space. It was small but maybe she could make it work for her. "I just want to make it clear, it's really set up for one person and that's not really comfortable for a couple." The real estate agent looked between the two as Beca crossed her arms. Why the hell does everyone think she's with Kevin? So what if they fuck? That's all it is. They're not a couple.

"No-no we're not...Um, he just helped me to find you." Beca shrugged as the agent apologized quickly before showing them the rest of the house. Beca thought it was a decent place, but there's no way she'd take it for the price they wanted.

Kevin looked at her as they exited the apartment. "Wanna come over?"

Well, Beca didn't really care at this point so she just shrugged. "Yeah, sure, why not." She followed him back to his car.

They were sitting on the couch as Kevin told her this wild story about some blonde he met. "I even got scars. Jesus, she was wild but like a really bad kind of wild. Since then, I'm afraid of blondes. So tell me, Dr Mitchell, is it psychological trauma?" He joked and Beca couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her. However, she found herself beginning to question why she was there with him. She knew she shouldn't, she wanted...whatever it was between them, otherwise, she wouldn't have started it. She just couldn't stop comparing him to Chloe. He made her chuckle, but Chloe made her laugh. He was rugged, but she was soft. Beca couldn't help but think what it would be like if it was Chloe she was with right now. Kevin made his move and kissed the brunette, laying her back against the couch as he reached up her sweater. He was always too rough...too scratchy. Beca tried to lose herself in the moment, but everything he did, Beca would picture the redhead in his place. This had to stop. Beca had told herself over and over again that she couldn't think of the redhead like that. The lines that were blurred were now almost invisible. For God's sake, she was imagining having sex with a patient, with Chloe! It was all too much and Beca pulled away from him as he sat back confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, God. Oh my God." Beca had no answer, because she wondered if something was really wrong, or was she just worried about nothing. Well, people picture different people during sex sometimes, right? Right? Wrong! No, This wasn't just anyone, it was Chloe Beale.

She had to leave. She needed this to stop so she could think. She pulled her scarf back on, muttering her disbelief to herself. "Shit, what the fuck?"

"Beca, are you okay?" Kevin tried to reach out to her but she got up before he could touch her. She had to get out of there. She couldn't do this if Chloe was in the back of her mind the whole time. She needed to have control over all this.

"Yeah, sorry, I should go."

"Beca..." Kevin had no idea what was wrong with the brunette, he worried that it was something he did.

"I'm sorry Kevin, I can't. I really should go." She made her way out of the apartment.

She entered her brother's place and went to her room, setting up her laptop to distract herself the only way she knew how. Music. Her brother came in a short time after and laid back on her bed. "Hey, you're early tonight."

Beca shrugged. "Just tired."

"He's that bad?" He brother teased as he sat up and took her glass off the desk, taking a drink.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Avoidance was the only way she thought she could get out of this conversation. No one wants to talk about all this with their brother.

"Of course you do. I'm talking about your boy toy."

Beca grimaced and scratched her face. "He's not a boy toy, you ass. He's my best friend."

"Well, I don't fuck my best friends." Beca rolled her eyes.

"You fuck your wife." She retorted. "And you don't have friends." She added to the bite.

"I bet you wi..."

Beca cut him off quickly. Maybe he could have some decent advice for her. "I dreamed about having sex with Chloe."

"You what?!" He raised his eyebrows as the images came flooding back to Beca. So much for trying to distract herself. "Wow."

Beca slammed her head onto her laptop. "I don't know what to do. I can't even stop thinking about it. It's so fucked up." And it was definitely fucked up.

"You don't know what to do?" Her brother rolled his eyes as if it was obvious. "Turn that dream into reality, Becs."

Beca sighed. "I knew I shouldn't tell you." Of course she had already thought about it, but it always comes back to Chloe being a patient.

"I want details."

"You're so gross." Beca scoffed at his bluntness.

"Alright, alright. Don't think about it. Just go get your girl."

"I can't." Beca answered sadly. "I shouldn't have brought it up. Just...Let's talk about something else." She pleaded as more images flooded her mind. Chloe's lips against hers. Their tongues moving together. The hot breaths between them. Hands roaming. It was enough to make Beca's stomach flip, in a good way, which in turn was a bad thing because she couldn't let herself think these things.

"Fuck." She breathed.

"What?"

"Nothing." She said quickly. "Clicked wrong button."

"Beca, it's okay."

"No, you don't understand." She sighed. How could he not get it? "She's taking her meds again. She's getting better." Another thought crossed Beca's mind, yet another reason she couldn't pursue this...infatuation with Chloe. "I can hurt her, you know me. It's too dangerous."

"If I knew about your preferences..."

Oh God, no. "Then what? I wouldn't hit on girls with you."

"But why? We could be a really good team."

Beca rolled her eyes and snorted at that one. "Cause you're a loser. And I hated your fucking headlocks so much that I was happy when you moved out."

"No wonder, you're so scared to hurt Chloe. You're so good at it." She knew he was only joking, but that didn't stop it from making her think she was right about her potential to hurt Chloe.

"Get out, dude."

After he left, Beca slammed her laptop shut and crawled into bed. She had to stop thinking about Chloe. None of her thoughts about the redhead were okay. This. Had. To. Stop. She just had to keep saying that to herself as she settled in for a very restless sleep. Behind her eyelids were the blue eyes, dimples and small scar of Chloe Beale.