That during the confession scene, instead of Beca confessing she liked having friends (or Chloe confessing she had her nodes removed) she confesses she's in love with Chloe. (or Chloe's in love with Beca)?
A/N: Just to clarify, I am not taking prompts at this time.
Fat Amy is speaking.
At least, Beca can see her lips moving. She's a bit distracted by the deafening uncertainty clouding her mind.
This is a bad idea, she thinks, and quickly formulates a backup plan. Then she stops herself. No, I should.
When Amy's lips stop moving—and a strange look crosses everyone's faces—Beca stands. Then freezes, rooted to the spot, mouth slightly open.
It's only when Cynthia Rose clears her throat that Beca remembers how to talk. "Um," she says, wringing her hands anxiously. "So, you guys know that I wasn't too…" She glances at Aubrey. "…keen on joining the Bellas." Everybody chuckles (except for Fat Amy, who barks a laugh so loud that any pedestrians outside could probably hear her).
"Thanks," Beca deadpans. "So," she says again, "there was one person who changed my mind." She glances at the said person—Chloe—and then quickly looks at her shoes. "And that was Chloe. She convinced me to join and for a while she was the only reason I stayed."
She dares another quick look. Chloe is smiling, which is a good sign. Everyone else is either also smiling, except for Aubrey, who looks a bit surprised, and Amy, who is whispering something to Cynthia Rose.
Beca takes another deep breath, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans. "And I just wanted to say thanks. And also—" Another deep breath. "—that I really, really like you, Chloe."
A pause.
Chloe's expression is hard to read; her eyebrows are raised, but she has a half-smirk on her face. Aubrey looks a bit pale, though.
"And… Would you want to go on a date with me?" Beca says in a rush, some of her words blending into others, face flushing.
There's a moment of dead silence. This was a bad idea. This was a really, really bad—
"I KNEW IT!" Amy screams, jumping out of her chair. "Pay up, bitches!"
Cynthia Rose, Denise, and—wait a second.
"Aubrey?" Chloe screeches, mouth falling open. "You were betting on this?"
Aubrey gives a sheepish shrug. "I couldn't help it. What with you blathering on about Beca all of the time and Beca staring at your ass in practice."
"Hey!" both Chloe and Beca shout.
"I do not!" Beca adds, flushing brighter.
"You do," at least four people chorus—including Chloe. Beca crosses her arms and sits down in a huff.
"Don't worry," Aubrey says soothingly. "Chloe talks about your ass, too. And your boobs—OW!" She's cut off by Chloe smacking her on the shoulder. Hard.
"This is why I can't have nice things," she mutters under her breath, now also blushing. After a moment, Chloe notices everyone looking at her expectantly. "What?"
"Are you gonna go out with her or what?" Cynthia Rose asks, gesturing to Beca, who is trying to figure out how to disappear into her chair.
"Oh, right." Chloe turns to Beca, smiling. "I would love to go out with you."
"HA!" comes a shout. Everyone turns to see Denise holding a hand out to Cynthia Rose. "You owe me $20."