Beca tries to surprise chloe but fails miserably but chloe is just happy that beca tried.
Crash.
"Fuck!"
Chloe jolts awake. She blinks a few times, shaking off the fog of sleep, and makes her way hurriedly down the hall and stops in the kitchen. There she sees Beca, one hand pressed over her mouth, eyes wide. It looks as though a light snowstorm blew its way though the kitchen; the floor is dusted with a white powder mixed with what looks like broken glass.
"Beca, are you okay?" Chloe asks, and Beca looks up as though she has just noticed her presence. "What the hell is going on?"
"I'm fine," Beca says, looking a bit sheepish. "But our mixing bowl is not."
Chloe steps back into the hall and grabs a pair of shoes from the closet and tosses them to Beca. "I don't want you to step on any glass." She steps into a pair of flip-flops and enters the kitchen, armed with a broom and dustpan.
"Thanks," Beca says, slipping into the shoes and brushing white powder from her pajama pants.
"What happened?" Chloe begins systematically sweeping the powder and glass shards into a pile.
"Um," Beca says, "extreme pancake making?"
Chloe snorts. "You should come with a warning label."
"No kidding." Beca wets a paper towel and wipes the pancake mix off of the counter. "Next time I try to make you breakfast in bed I'll just buy it."
Chloe stops sweeping and looks at Beca. "You were going to bring me breakfast in bed?"
"That was the plan," Beca says, smiling shyly.
"That is so cute." Chloe leans the broom against the counter and hugs Beca from behind. "Tell you what," she whispers into the smaller girl's ear. "We'll go out and get breakfast and then get in bed. How does that sound?"
Beca shivers slightly. "That could work."