Prompt based on song of Stacy's Mom where it's established Bechloe and Beca is best friends with Stacie and Chloe is her single Mum who Stacie still thinks she isn't dating anyone


A/N: In which we pretend Beca and Stacie are college-age so this is minimally creepy.


"What did you get for number three?"

"What?" Beca asks, tearing her eyes away and hoping that Stacie didn't notice that she'd been watching her mother unloading the dishwasher for the last five minutes.

"What did you get for number three?" Stacie repeats, tapping the math textbook that lies spread open between them on the table.

"Oh." Beca scans her notebook page. "Twelve."

"Really?" Stacie frowns confusedly. "Because I got—"

"Sweetie," Stacie's mother, Chloe, interrupts. "I'm going to run out to the grocery store." She looks at Beca as she says this, but Stacie doesn't seem to notice.

"Okay, Mom."

"Actually," Beca says, pretending to check the time on her phone, "I should get going. My dad will want me home for dinner." She begins stuffing her books into her backpack, standing as she does so.

"Okay," Stacie says. "We're still studying for the test tomorrow, though, right?"

"Yeah," Beca tells her.

"Do you want a ride home?" Chloe asks, looking at Beca meaningfully. "I can drop you off on my way to the store."

"That would be great, Mrs. Beale, thanks," Beca says, shouldering her bag and following Chloe down the hall to the front door.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Chloe?" Chloe says, adding a lascivious wink once Stacie can't see them.

"Shut up," Beca hisses, rolling her eyes.

Once they're safely in the car and around the block, Chloe cuts the engine and turns to Beca with a predatory glint in her eye. She unbuckles her seatbelt and leans across the gear shift to fist her hand in Beca's shirt in one swift motion, fusing their mouths together.

"Stacie… still… doesn't know?" Beca asks breathlessly as Chloe drags her mouth down the column of her throat, pausing to suck on her pulse point.

Chloe pulls back just far enough to look into Beca's eyes. (Beca swallows hard at how dilated her pupils are.) "Are you sure this is what you want to talk about right now?" she asks lowly, one finger teasingly drifting across Beca's collarbones, the younger girl's skin burning wherever she touches.

"Never mind," Beca says, tangling a hand in Chloe's hair and bringing her lips back to hers. She can feel Chloe smirk against her mouth.

"That's what I thought."


"Wait, but if x is equal to the square root of y, then why is—"

"Stacie?" Chloe says, knocking lightly on the door and poking her head into the room.

"Yeah, mom?"

Chloe holds up a pair of flowered boyshorts. "I was doing laundry. Are these yours?"

Stacie frowns, shaking her head. "No," she says, sounding confused.

"Then whose—" Chloe cuts herself abruptly when she notices how red Beca is turning, motioning to herself discreetly from behind Stacie. "Oh!" Chloe says, a little too loudly. "You know what? These are mine. Sorry!" She exits quickly, shutting the door.

"That was weird," Stacie comments, turning back to her notebook.

Beca just shrugs, willing the heat on her face to die down.

They have got to be more careful.