Hey can you do a prompt where Beca and Chloe are at a rave
"What the fuck is a rave?"
Beca was under the assumption that 'a night out' meant their usually club, but she could've guessed there was something else going on. Could've known by how Chloe's eyes sparkled more, how she was grinning the entire walk over here, how she packed a bag. Beca doesn't even wanna know what's in there, her answer to the question where they were going was scary enough. A rave. What even is that? It doesn't sound like a real thing, more like something someone yelled who was popping pills or something. They're not even inside yet and Beca can already hear, feel, the pounding of the music, the light flashes come out from under the doors and Beca already dislikes this place.
"Chlo, seriously, what is this?" She didn't know she was holding her girlfriend's hand so tight until Chloe bends her fingers in that way she always does when Beca was freaking out. "Sorry." She releases her grip, but not the hand. Beca never liked the unknown. She feels like she has to check it out first, just to know where it is, what kind of people there are, what she should wear, bring cash money or do they take card here? Beca doesn't know. And Beca needs to know.
It's not so much that she can't be spontaneous, but it has to be little things, like buying Chloe a rose before going to dinner, or go to a place she knows isn't filled with people, like the snooker center just out of town. But the door they're standing in front of right now, screams for Beca to make a run for it. This is everything she can't do.
Then Chloe smiles and her hand squeezes hers in reassurance, and most of the worries slip of Beca's shoulder, off of her body and onto the pavement. Somehow, being with Chloe, was all the safety and familiarity she needs.
When they make it inside, Beca's surprised to see the club isn't completely stocked with people; sure, around the DJ table, there's a crowd, but overall, most of the dance floor has small groups of people dancing, and it's somehow not that intimidating anymore.
"I thought you'd like the music here." Chloe yells close to her ear to overcome the noise the DJ is producing. And Beca does. She wouldn't ever listen to it by herself, alone in her room, because somehow there's no depth in music without lyrics to her. She needs lyrics, even if there's just a few lines, even if most of them are the same, it doesn't matter. She just needs them to drown out her thoughts, which this house music doesn't do. But dancing also drains the brain and, unfortunately, there are no clubs where you can dance to Halsey for instance, so Beca's accepted that this is the kind of music they hear when they go out.
It's not bad music, though. Beca likes to mix as well. But she always needs lyrics in them.
"You want a drink?" Beca asks while she heads towards the bar. When she returns, the two beverages almost fall out of her hands. What the fuck is Chloe Beale doing? She's got her bag on the floor and in her hands holding two small sticks that are lighting up the air around her and Beca knew she didn't wanna know what was in that bag.
The girl is dancing while swaying the sticks around her, moving them fast, over her head and back to her front, while twisting her wrists continuously.
"Chlo? What's-" She doesn't really wanna be an ass, especially because her girlfriend looks really cute and happy, and Beca's sure she'll fall in love even more tonight, but that happens after this confusion is swept away. "-are you doing?"
"I'm glowsticking!" Her voice is overly excited and Beca just shakes her head, because of courseshe's glowsticking.
"I don't think that's a thing, babe." She yells back, downing her vodka Red Bull at the end of her sentence. Which is a good thing because next thing she knows, Chloe has taken her hands and pressed two objects alike the ones she's holding in her small hands. "No!" Beca says firm, but ten seconds later, Chloe's body is around her and her hands are on her wrists, and damn it, Beca Mitchell is being taught the art of glowsticking.
It's actually really hard, to get the sticks to move like Chloe's move; her sticks leave a pattern in the air, mostly circles but occasionally a whole other shape that intrigues Beca and get her to stare at the movements Chloe's hands leave behind. Chloe looks kind of breathtaking to be honest, the sticks and her eyes are lighting up the room, her hair is floating as she jumps up and down, and then there's the smile of course. She's probably laughing because Beca's not even trying to get the sticks to move in sync, she's just pounding them with the rhythm her arms and hands have taken on. But Beca doesn't care, she'll do anything to keep that smile going.
"I said, you're just dancing with the glowsticks in your hands, Becs!" Chloe screams for the second time, because Beca couldn't understand a word she said the first time. This music is really fucking loud.
"You're just jealous, because I can do this better than you." Beca winks and then that smile is back on her girlfriend's face.
And although glowsticking might be the stupidest thing Beca's ever done, she'd go here every night if she could just see that smile once again