It was Monday again, and Tracie had given the girls the night off of dance classes. Beca invited Chloe to come over for the evening after dinner. Chloe readily accepted.

Beca showed Chloe to her room, and Chloe was amazed to see the music equipment in Beca's room. "Wow! That's a lot of equipment for 'just playing around with a program,' Beca," said Chloe.

"Okay, so maybe it's more than just playing around," said Beca, smirking. "It started with that, but then I really got into it and saved up to buy the equipment."

"That's amazing. What does it all do?" asked Chloe.

Beca showed Chloe the basics of how the different levers and dials worked. She grabbed a microphone and encouraged Chloe to sing into it.

"Are you recording?" asked Chloe.

"Not yet," Beca said. "Just sing into it with the headphones on so you can hear yourself." Chloe did as Beca said.

"Cool," said Chloe. "Can we try recording me?"

"Okay, I'll set it up and give you a tempo," said Beca. She counted Chloe in, and she began.

I hopped off the plane at LAX
With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess,
Am I going to fit in?

Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous

My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous,
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
And the Jay Z song was on
And the Jay Z song was on
And the Jay Z song was on

So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away
Noddin' my head like, yeah
Movin' my hips like, yeah
I got my hands up,
They're playin' my song
You know I'm gonna be okay
Yeah, it's a party in the USA
Yeah it's a party in the USA

Beca added the track to the mix and fiddled with a few settings. "Okay, this is a bit of a rough cut, but what do you think?" She played the track for Chloe.

"It's great!" exclaimed Chloe. "Hey, Beca, I have an idea."

"Okay, what?"

"Why don't we let Tracie listen to this mix?"

"Why?"

"Because maybe she can use it for our duet. She still hasn't found music for us. It would be really fun to dance to something that we're both singing."

"I suppose it's worth asking. She said she hadn't found anything that seemed right yet, so it's worth a try." Beca was excited and nervous about dancing with Chloe to one of her tracks. She still was a little uneasy about sharing her mixes with anyone. Still, she found it hard to say no to Chloe, especially when she was obviously so excited.

"Great! She's going to love it!" said Chloe, excitedly. She leaned over and planted a kiss on Beca's lips. Just then, Beca's mother walked by the room. Beca hadn't realized she'd left the door open.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Ummm..." said Beca. "Nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing. Were you two just kissing?"

"Yeah," Beca said, quietly. She took a deep breath and said, "Chloe's my girlfriend, Mom."

"Huh?" said her mom, dumbfounded. "Since when?"

"Uh...since last week. I wasn't sure what you would think," said Beca. Her mom didn't respond.

Chloe said, "Well, it looks like you have a lot to talk about. I should probably go. For what it's worth, Mrs, Mitchell, I really like Beca." She texted her parents to come and pick her up.

After Chloe left, Beca sat down with her parents. "So..." she began, not sure where to go from there.

"When were you going to tell us about Chloe?" asked her mom.

"I don't know," said Beca.

"Is this your first girlfriend?" asked her mom.

"Yes," said Beca.

"So, are you gay?" asked her mom.

"Yeah, I think so. Chloe's the first person, male or female, that I've been interested in dating."

"I don't know how I feel about this," said her dad. "I never thought I'd have to deal with my daughter dating a girl."

"What's the difference, Dad? I'm 15, you know, and it's not exactly weird that I'm dating. Would you be happier if it were a boy?" asked Beca.

"Well, maybe," said her dad. "I just had no idea you were interested in girls. It's kind of weird."

"Dad, it's the 21st century. It's not that weird."

"She has a point," said her mom.

"I guess it's okay, but it's going to take some getting used to. And there will be rules for when she's with you," said her dad.

"Like what?" asked Beca.

"Well, for instance, your bedroom door stays open when the two of you are in there," he said.

"Dad!" she exclaimed.

"It would be the same if Chloe were a boy. You're too young and the temptation is too great," said her dad.

"Ugh, fine," said Beca.

"And no more sharing hotel rooms," said her mom.

"But I love sharing rooms with Chloe!" said Beca.

"Oh?" asked her mom.

"Not like that, Mom. Geez. I swear we haven't had sex. We've only kissed. We enjoy each other's company, and she's really helpful with my competition makeup. You know I can't do those stupid fake eyelashes myself," said Beca. She decided not to mention that they'd shared a bed every time. She figured her mom would never believe they'd shared a bed and not had sex, even though it was true.

"I don't like the idea of you two being alone in a hotel room," said her mom.

"Ugh," said Beca, rolling her eyes. This was one of the reasons why she hadn't wanted her parents to know yet. "I swear we have been behaving ourselves."

"For now," said her mom. Her dad nodded in agreement.

"Is there any way I can convince you otherwise?" asked Beca.

"I don't think so," said her mom. Beca looked dejected but realized they weren't going to budge. "Does Tracie know about you two?"

"I doubt it. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't let us share a hotel room if she did," said Beca. "I'm not ready for her to know. It's going to get weird."

"We'll think about that one. She should probably know, but maybe we can wait on that. If I find out you two are still sharing a hotel room, I'm telling Tracie. I don't want her allowing it," said her mom. "Okay, enough for tonight. Your dad and I have some thinking and talking to do. It's late, and you need to head to bed."

Beca nodded and headed up to her room. She texted Chloe.

Beca: Well, that was awkward.

Chloe: That bad?

Beca: I guess not. But they're not thrilled.

Chloe: What did they say?

Beca: Well, they asked if I was gay. I told them I thought I was. I really haven't had any interest in anyone besides you.

Chloe: How'd they take it?

Beca: They said it was a little weird, but they seemed to not be that upset about it. I reminded them that they wouldn't like me dating a guy either.

Chloe: That's not so bad.

Beca: They said we have to keep the bedroom door when we come over, and we're not to share hotel rooms anymore.

Chloe: That sucks. I really liked cuddling with you. Are they going to tell Tracie?

Beca: Only if we don't listen.

Chloe: Hey, at least they didn't say you weren't allowed to date me, and they didn't make you change dance studios. It's going to be okay, Beca. Really.

Beca: I guess.

Chloe: Relax. Seriously.

Beca: Have you told your parents?

Chloe: I told them tonight. They wondered why I asked them to pick me up early.

Beca: How'd they take it?

Chloe: They weren't surprised. I guess it helps that they already knew I was gay. They're pretty cool about us dating.

Beca: Lucky you.

Chloe: Beca, babe, your parents will come around. Now that they know we're together, maybe you can suggest they talk to my parents.

Beca: Maybe so. I should get to bed. Long day tomorrow since dance starts back up.

Chloe: Okay, good night.

Beca: Good night.

So, that obviously wasn't the way Beca wanted to come out to her parents. She hadn't exactly had a way in mind, but her mom catching her kissing Chloe wasn't exactly how she'd envisioned them finding out. Still, it was better to have it out in the open now. They seemed more annoyed that Beca was in a relationship without their knowledge than anything else.