A/N: My heart is broken & my head is spinning from last night's events in Las Vegas. Country music is my safe haven & my happy place. That being said, I feel like we could all use a little pick me up today, so here's some fluff. I love you all. My inbox/messages are always open. xx Morg
PS - I used this prompt list. There's tons of prompts in my ask but they're all the same and/or cliche and i'm sometimes I'm just not feelin them (sorry fam). This one was "It was all me, by the way." and idk about you but i pictured Beca saying it the second I read it. SO uh yeah have fun.
PSS - i also just realized AFTER FINISHING THIS that I already have a fic that is very similar but WHO CARES I WRITE WHAT I WANT OKAY
Beca Mitchell liked to consider herself a closet romantic. She would deny every instance when interrogated, but the second it came to Chloe she would drop everything to make her wife swoon. To not only Chloe's, but pretty much everyone's surprise, the brunette got pretty creative when it came to throwing the redhead off guard romantically. To which, of course, Beca would reply, "always the tone of surprise..." and then insist that Chloe kiss her and rub her feet.
Chloe's day at work had been eventful to say the least. Between the usual kid eating paste under a table in the back of the room to someone flicking boogers at someone else, things were pretty normal for the most part. But it wasn't that part that threw her off. It was the little post it notes she found all over her classroom when she got there.
Not to mention that none of them were handwritten so that wouldn't help to narrow it down by handwriting. The first one was on her mailbox in the teachers lounge.
1. today might suck, but don't let it.
No one that she knows of has access to the teachers lounge other than the staff at her school. She checked her phone to see if Beca had texted her or called, but nothing. Usually Beca would at least have sent a meme or two by eleven. She would just take this as someone trying to add a little extra sparkle to her shitty-so-far Friday and remind herself to pay it forward later.
Throughout the day she kept finding them in the most random places. Not just on her desk or on the board. They were in nooks and crannies all over her classroom. On books, in shelves, taped to decorations, you name it.
She found the second note while the kids were having their designated time in the art room and her sanity could have thirty minutes reprieve for the day. It was taped to the inside of the coffee mug she pulled out of the third drawer down in her desk.
2. This morning, with her, having coffee. - Johnny Cash when asked his definition of paradise.
The Wife 11:17am: Hey Becs, hows work?
She thought it sounded innocent enough.
Becs 11:19am: fine. busy. talk later. xoxo
The Wife 11:19am: did u break into my classroom again
Becs 11:20am: No idea what you're talking about babe
The Wife 11:21am: so you're telling me you have no idea what I'm getting at?
Becs 11:22am: seriously no clue dude. I gotta go though, call you in a bit xx
The Wife 11:23am: sounds fake but ok
Lunch rolled around, she usually met up with Beca depending on the day and how busy they both were. She called Beca's studio and her call got sent back up to the front desk receptionist. So much for 'calling her in a bit.'
"Hey Chloe, yeah sorry Beca wanted me to tell you she won't make it for lunch today but she said she packed you one, you should have it."
"I should have it? Where?"
The receptionist sounded like she was whispering hastily, like Beca was standing right there acting out the whole conversation via overdramatic hand gestures at her, "I think she said something about it being in the trunk of your car?"
Lo and behold, after dropping off her students at the cafeteria, she went to her car to find a cooler and another note. "No idea my ass, Mitchell."
She pulled the cooler out of her trunk and undid the zipper.
3. I'm bananas for you.
Taped to a banana, obviously.
The Wife 12:15pm: I always told you none of us would know how to spell bananas if it weren't for Gwen Stefani.
Becs 12:15pm: it's harder than it sounds okay
The Wife 12:16pm: I'm bananas for you too, nerd.
Becs 12:17pm: are you on a food pun kick again? Because ugh that was exhausting, Chlo.
It wasn't until around 1:45 again that Chloe found another note. This one one of her students found. They had designated reading our after recess. She discovered that it helped calm them down and relax rather than having to try and contain twenty-four fifth graders on her own after they'd just been fed sugar and unleashed on the playground.
"Um, Mrs. Mitchell? This book was in the back of the new books shelf, I wanted to read it and I know we're supposed to ask you first to check it out, but..." he leaned in closer to whisper, "this one has a note for you taped to the front. Did you see it when you put it back there?"
"Oh. No, I didn't. Thanks bud, go pick another book, okay?"
He nodded and walked back over to the book shelf while Chloe opened the book to the specific page indicated on the post-it. It was Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. She has no idea how this book wound up in a fifth grade classroom and she's not sure she's ever even purchased a copy of it for herself.
4. page 73, line twelve.
There it was, already highlighted and underlined.
He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking
This had Beca Mitchell written all over it.
The Wife 1:55pm: I'm onto you, Mitchell.
Becs 1:59pm: see you at home, weirdo.
It was a rarity that Beca ever made it home before Chloe. Beca was addicted to her work and she usually wouldn't make it home until well after Chloe had dinner ready and called her to come home twice already.
She left school that day full knowing her wife was all over this post-it note scandal. She also knew that Beca probably thinks she's getting away with it and that Chloe has zero idea it was actually her, so she let her believe that a little while longer.
She pulled up into their garage with one more post-it on the door that lead into their kitchen from the garage.
5. Your wife is hot.
Ah, yes. Definitely Beca Mitchell.
She ripped the post-it off the door with a smirk to follow and walked through the door to see Beca standing at the stove. Another odd site, considering the girl burnt mac and cheese the night before.
"Hey Chlo." Beca called over from the opposite end of the kitchen.
"Hi you." Chloe threw her bags on the floor next to her island and her keys, wallet, and phone, in their respective hooks next to the door.
"Have a good day?" Beca was at the stove, stirring Lord only knows what.
"Yeah, I didn't let it suck." The redhead walked up and wrapped her arms around her wife's waist, resting her chin on her shoulder.
"No idea what you're talking about." still stirring, staring at whatever contents were in the pot.
"Mhmmm." Chloe poked her in the ribs, getting a squeak in return. "Hey. Kiss."
Beca quickly turned, pecked her wife on the lips, easily wanting to let herself fall into it, then went back to the pot she was stirring on the stove.
"That's it? I haven't seen you for ten hours almost and I get a peck? What, are my parents here or something?" Chloe looked up and around the kitchen.
"Uhummm I'm a little busy." she gestured to the multiple pans on the stove, "And no, they're not. Besides, even if they were here, I'd give you more than a peck. Hell, we used tongue at our wedding." Beca cleared her throat, "go upstairs, I'll let you know when dinner is ready. Don't you have like papers to grade or something?"
Chloe was trying to hide her smile, but obviously failed. She's Chloe Beale, people. She can't control that shit. "Uh, yeah." she let go of Beca's waist, "yeah I do."
"Okay. Go. I'll call."
She trudged upstairs with her book bag and threw them all onto the bed when her phone buzzed.
Becs 4:37pm: no peeking. I know which floor boards creek.
The Wife 4:38pm: no peeking.
What felt like hours later, which was actually only like thirty minutes, Beca finally yelled up the flight of stairs for Chloe to come down.
Chloe walked downstairs, having changed into leggings and an oversized Barden sweatshirt, to see that the kitchen table (that they rarely ever used) was decorated with candles and different dishes of food. Beca was waiting for her at the foot of the stairs with her arm raised to escort Chloe to the table.
"M'lady."
They got to the table and Beca pulled the chair out for Chloe who then cautiously sat down, placing her napkin in her lap. "Becs, what is all this?"
"What?" she walked around to her own chair on the other side of the table, "am I not allowed to make my wife dinner?"
"Well, no not that. But like, I would've been fine with chinese takeout again. You didn't have to go through all this. You don't even cook."
"Ah ah.. didn't even cook. PInterest is amazing, Chlo."
Beca slid a plate over to Chloe, one more note was taped to the plate.
"So it was you. Wow I had no idea, babe."
"Shush and read it."
6. Happy 6 years, love.
"Oh my god. No." Chloe gasped and threw her hands to her cheeks.
"No sh stop." Beca started waving her hands in Chloe's direction, who was starting to cry.
"Becs, I had no idea. Oh my gosh, what day is it? I thought it was Saturday?"
"It's the twenty-ninth, but dude it's fine. You've been up to your elbows with work and school. Besides, I forgot year number three."
"Beca. I'm horrible! I can't be-"
"YOU are a golden ray of mother fucking sunshine and don't ever tell yourself otherwise." Beca got up and walked over to Chloe, kneeling next to her chair. "You've been so stressed out lately, I wasn't planning on doing anything obnoxious anyway, I just wanted you to have a better day than you've had all month. Midterms suck no matter what grade it is." The brunette tucked a piece of hair behind her wife's ear and simultaneously wiped away a tear falling down her cheek.
"I'm so sorry."
"I made your favorite."
"I'm so sorry."
"Shut up, I freakin' cooked real food. I should be the one apologizing."
That got a small chuckle out of her. "I really am sorry, Beca."
"It's okay, sweets. Let's just eat and then you can pick out whatever movie you want, we'll get some ice cream, and curl up on the couch, mkay?"
Chloe frowned and nodded while Beca got up, kissed her forehead, and walked back to her chair.
"Will you take the first bite?"
"That scared, huh?"
"I mean no, but I may or may not have the pizza place down the street on speed dial already just in case. Besides, if it's terrible then you can consider us even for you thinking today was the twenty-eight and not the twenty-ninth."
"Deal."