Chloe's face lit up as she threw an ice cube at her sleeping girlfriend. Beca swung her arms around as a natural defense "What the Hell?" Chloe smiled and waved her phone around before tossing it over. Beca let it bounce off her and fall into her lap. She unlocked the screen and read the text message.

The Footnotes were disqualified for having a kid not from their college sing with them! We're back in! Rehearsals the day we get back from break, okay? 4 pm.

Beca looked up to meet Chloe's gaze. She was smiling so wide it seemed unnatural. The brunette felt a vibration in her hand and looked down to find Aubrey had sent another text message. She opened it.

Don't tell Beca. She still isn't a Bella.

Beca got up from her chair and walked over to Chloe, handing the phone back so she could read her text message. "Chloe, I don't think a should go to rehearsals with you. I mean, Aubrey's the leader, and she doesn't want me back." The redhead pushed her. "Don't fret, I'll still be around. I just won't be a Bella. I think you guys are better off without me." Chloe pushed her again, making Beca take a step back to catch herself. "I can't wait until you can use your words and not your hands again," she retorted. Chloe smirked at her. "And not that way! You sicko."

Chloe moved over a bit and lifted up her blanket, allowing room for Beca to join her in the small bed. Beca slid in and careful held onto the redhead, making sure not to touch her around her neck. The doctor said her upper chest, neck and lower face would hurt for a few days, but the medicine they were giving her through an IV would help the healing progress faster.

Beca wrapped her arm over Chloe's waist and buried her face in her side. She had intentions of falling back asleep, but Chloe did not.

Chloe, being the expert she is, started to use one hand to undo Beca's pants. "Chloe!" she hissed. "The doctor could come over here at any moment! What are you-" her protest was interrupted by a throaty moan, due to the sudden contact. Chloe knew she had to work fast, so she didn't waste any time and quickly started running her finger along Beca's clit. The small brunette was forced to clamp down on Chloe's side to muffle her moans.

"Please," Beca whimpered. Chloe smiled the best she could as she easily slipped two fingers inside her girlfriend, loving how quickly she could get her love wet. She started slow at first, teasing, enjoying the small cries coming from Beca's throat. She saw a man on the other side of the door walk by. She almost forgot their time was limited. Chloe changed her pace instantly, doing quick and hard thrusts. Beca tried to muffle her screams, but failed when Chloe hit her G spot.

With her hips bucking and her walls clenching around Chloe's twisting fingers, Beca knew she was close to falling off the edge. In an attempt to stay somewhat quiet, she shoved her mouth in the small crevice between Chloe's back and the bed, but she was too late. The orgasm ripped through her just as she started to move. Chloe's free hand covered Beca's mouth as she helped the brunette ride it out.

When it was all said and done, Chloe wiped her fingers off on a tissue from her bedside table and tossed it in the trash. She readjusted herself, and, in the process, accidentally hit the button to give herself medicine to ease her to sleep. Beca kissed Chloe's side repeatedly and looked up a few minutes later to find Chloe fast asleep. Beca pulled herself up into the sitting position and looked over her girlfriend's injury. Her neck had a few small bruises on it. The doctor said it was due to the bleeding and she'd be perfectly fine, but Beca still hated it.

She scooted up so she could rest Chloe's head on her chest while she slept. Beca ran her fingers through the red curls lying on her exposed skin. Smiling, she thought back to the morning of the day before. Chloe was going to go have fucking surgery, and she still refused to not do her hair. "Is she sleeping?" Chloe's mother asked, coming out of nowhere. Beca jumped a little.

"I didn't hear you come in." She sighed, so relieved that she hadn't walked in not five minutes sooner.

"I just got here."

"Yeah, she's asleep. I think she accidentally gave herself medicine. So clumsy." Beca watched the older woman sit in her chair and set her purse down on the floor.

"Thank you."

"For what?" Beca asked. The woman pointed at her daughter.

"For this. You take really great care of her. I'm so thankful she has you." Beca smiled.

"Thank you." The woman nodded and sat back in her chair. They talked about the surgery and how Chloe was recovering. Just general small talk.

Beca cleared her throat a little before saying, "When we were back at the house, you said Aubrey ran around and got dirty all the time. That's not like the Aubrey I know." She looked up from the tiled floor to find a sad woman, lost in her thoughts, reminiscing. She remained quiet, just observing and listening once the woman began to explain.

"When Aubrey was six, her mother died. It hit their family pretty hard. Her father locked himself in his room for three days, refusing to leave. Ryan, Aubrey's older brother, couldn't look at Aubrey. She didn't understand why her family was avoiding her. She's a splitting image of her mother. She had to live at our house for the week of her mother's death, until after the funeral.

"Whenever Aubrey's father felt Aubrey needed to be punished, even if it was something small that deserved a simple scolding, he would hit her. I never saw it with my own eyes of course, but Chloe didn't keep secrets from me. She would run home with a bloody Aubrey in toe to explain what happened. It killed me to see the little girl like that, but whenever I called child services, they would check it out and come back saying nothing was wrong. It floored me. So, for her elementary school years, Aubrey spent most of her days and nights in my home.

"When middle school came around, Aubrey dove into the world of extra-circulars and sports. She joined as many clubs as she could. I say it was to not be home as much as possible, but she claimed it was because they were fun. Either way, she was happy, so I was happy for her. Chloe as well. Chloe even joined some of the clubs. That's how she found singing, actually. Choir club. Who knew, right?" she chuckled softly. "Once Aubrey became president of one of her multiple clubs, her father started taking an interest in her again. He started to support her for once. He even came to her cheer leading events, no matter how much he hated them, just because she made captain.

"In high school, she became the Aubrey you know today. The strict blonde who craves perfection. She realized that when she did something, if it was perfect, her father would be proud of her. It's sad really, considering their relationship failed because of her looks. It's not her fault she looks like her mother. She used to be so carefree and now..." she trailed off.

"My god." Beca saw the sorrow in her girlfriend's mother's face. She really loved Aubrey, she could see it. She really felt for that girl.

"I just hope she finds her way back to how she used to be. I can't imagine it's fun being the way she is now."

"I'm not much of a help," Beca whispered. "We fight constantly."

"I expected so."

"We have totally different views. We have nothing in common, and-"

"You do," the mother interrupted and smiled at the girl in Beca's arms. Beca looked down and smiled too. She was right; Chloe was they had in common. They both loved the same girl. They would both die for her. If that wasn't enough to bring the two together, Beca wasn't sure what was.

"Do you have everything? Your clothes? Snacks for the plane? A blanket? Your medicine?"

"Yes, Mom," Chloe groaned and smiled over at Beca. She hugged her mother good-bye for the fifth time before stepping into the taxi.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you?"

"We're fine."

"Thanks for everything, Mrs. Beale." Beca hugged the woman, giving her a tight squeeze, and threw the suitcases in the trunk. She walked around to the side of the car and got in.

"Do you have your tickets?" Chloe held them up and waved them around. "Bye girls! Love you! Be safe!" she called out after the taxi as it pulled away from the curb. Chloe grabbed Beca's hand and rubbed the top of it with her thumb.

"I'm so glad to go home."

"So am I," Beca beamed. "California is great and all, but I don't think I'm ready just yet to live out here." She looked out the window and watched the palm trees pass by.

"Still want to move out here?"

"Definitely. I mean, look around. It's gorgeous." Chloe watched Beca's eyes wonder at the beauty of state. She loved the twinkle in her eye. Beca glanced over at her. "What?"

"Nothing," she shook her head, failing to hide a grin. Beca quirked an eyebrow. Chloe let go of her hand and cupped the smaller girl's cheek, pulling her in for a kiss. "I just love you."

"I love you too."