A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I love you all! But you might not love me after this chapter!

Time Machine - Ingrid Michaelson

We wrote the story

We turned the pages
You changed the end like everybody said you would

Being at Semi-finals was pretty cool, Beca had to admit. There was a weird, nerdy energy in the. The old Beca would have wondered how so many people could so pumped up about something as dorky as making music with their mouths, but future Beca found it to be rather nostalgic. She felt her heart swell up as she looked around at the girls who would grow to be her best friends over the next for years. They were all dressed in their Bellla's uniforms - AKA flight attendant uniforms - and set to go on shortly; anxiously waiting for the two groups ahead of them to finish.

"I'm so nervous!" Chloe's whisper tickled her ear.

"Well, it can't go any worse than last time, so at least there's that." Beca whispered, thinking back to the catastrophe that Semi-finals had been the first time around. Chloe and Fat Amy had been the only Bellas to speak with her for 2 weeks after that fiasco.

"Last time?"

Beca froze.

"Yeah, you know, Aubrey barfing everywhere."

"Oh! Well that was Nationals, she was fine during Semis!" Chloe nodded assuredly before giving Beca a panicked look. "Does my breath smell like egg?"

"What? No? Did you eat egg salad or something?"

"No, Alice just always used to say that my breath smelled like egg, and now I'm paranoid."

Beca leaned in close to the redhead's lips, sniffing. "No, no egg smell." She pecked the lips with her own. "You don't taste like egg either!" She winked as the older girl giggled.

"Thanks for checking."

"Hey, anytime!"

The current group was applauded off the stage, and the Footnotes got ready to walk on stage. The nerves settled in and Beca was hit with a sudden realization.

"I have to pee, that Red Bull is kicking in!"

"Hurry!"

Beca jogged off as fast her heels would let her, ignoring Aubrey's glare. She quickly made her way to the bathroom and did her business. but when she exited the stall, Mia was leaned up against the counter waiting on her.

"What, I'm not sabotaging Semi-finals, I really had to pee." She washed her hands before reaching for a paper towel.

"I just wish you could do what you're supposed to for once."

Beca smirked. "Obviously you don't really know me at all, because I rarely do what I'm supposed to." She moved to the door but was stopped by a hand on her arm.

"This isn't how this was supposed to happen."

"I know, I know. I'm supposed to sing Bulletproof and mess everyone up so that we lose the competition. I remember. But I can't this time, I think we're good enough to win. I'll convince Aubrey to change things up some other way."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"What are you-"

All conversation was effectively cut off as Mia crashed their lips together. This kiss was nothing like Chloe's. Where Chloe's lips were soft and warm, Mia's were cold and unforgiving. Where Chloe was yearning and bubbly, Mia was desperate and angry.

Finally, Beca's muscles caught up with her brain and she shoved the other girls away as the sound of the bathroom door closing reached her ears.

"Becs?"

She turned slowly and by the look on Chloe's face, she had seen the kiss.

"Chloe-" She called out but the redhead was already out the door. She turned back to Mia. "Dude! What the fuck?!" She didn't wait for a response, but instead shuffle/jogged after Chloe.

As soon as she reached the area where the Bellas were gathered behind the curtain though, she knew she was too late. Chloe's usually expressive face was a mask of stone and her arms were crossed over her chest.

"Chlo-"

"Don't."

Chloe's voice was venom on ice and Beca's heart dropped to the toes of her overly tight shoes.

"And now, please welcome, the Barden Bellas!"

Beca was on autopilot for the entire set, her eyes locked on Chloe's fake smile.

They came in third, and while Beca was a little surprised, she had to agree with it, besides, she knew they would be back. The Bellas were good, but they were no match for the Trebles and the, (illicit) Footnotes. The girls were disappointed, obviously, but there was already talk of a party to drown their sorrows in copious amounts of alcohol. Even Aubrey seemed to be dealing with the loss surprisingly well, even managing to give Jesse a congratulatory kiss.

The only ones not happy were Chloe and Beca; the redhead with a permanent glare on her face while the brunette gazed at her with sad puppy dog eyes. Occasionally she would beg Chloe for an audience to explain herself, but the older girl wouldn't hear of it.

"Come on Aca-bithces!" Amy called out. "In the Treble van! We've got a pity party to get started!"

"Not Beca."

Chloe's voice was quiet but strong and the Bellas all turned to look at her.

"What?" Cynthia raised voiced the confusion that was present on all of their faces.

"Not Beca."

"Why-"

"Guys! It's ok, my dad is here; I'll catch a ride with him." She turned to Chloe. "Please don't read too much in to what you just saw. I know that you want to get all up in your head about this, but please don't. Trust me when I say that it isn't what you think it was. I'll give you your space tonight, but when you have had time, we need to talk about this." She turned to door leading to the auditorium, but a voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Where are you going Beca? Don't you want to finish what we started earlier?"

"Jesus Christ! Of course you're here! Of course!" She spun back around to face Mia, who had moved to stand next to Chloe. "I don't know what you think you're doing! I don't know if you actually think that we have something going on, or if you're just trying to ruin my relationship with my girlfriend, but just don't! Everything was completely fine until you stepped in and fucked everything up! Just leave me alone!" She turned to Chloe, "Please call me when you're ready to hear my side of things." She managed to make it out the door before the tears came, streaming out of her eyes unbidden.

What the fuck was going on? Why had Mia kissed her? What was her endgame? Was she just trying to break her and Chloe up? Chloe. Beca didn't think that she had ever seen someone look as heartbroken as Chloe had in that bathroom.

She saw her dad waving at her from across the auditorium, and she made her way over; weaving through the crowd.

"Hey, Becs! You did great up there! Bummer you guys didn't win! But there's always next year."

"Yeah." She swiped at the tears on her cheeks. "Listen, can I catch a ride to Barden with you?"

"Sure, but don't you want to ride with the girls?"

"They, uh, they aren't really happy with me right now."

His hand settled on her shoulder.

"Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really, I just want to go home."

"Alright come on, I'll buy you a milkshake on the way home."

They made their way to the parking lot and Beca pulled out her phone to text Amy.

"Please look out for Chloe tonight."

I should have seen it coming
It should have sent me running
That's what I get for loving you

If I had a time machine
And if life was a movie scene
I'd rewind and I'd tell me run
We were never meant to be
So if I had a time machine
I'd go back and I'd tell me run, run