Beca's cheeks are a deeper shade of crimson than the nose of Rudolph on her endearingly ugly reindeer socks, and Chloe can't help awwing to herself as she notes that despite the girl's obvious embarrassment, Beca isn't bothering to deny what they both already know to be true. Shameless fluff and fun written for shits and giggles because I couldn't escape the Bechloe feels.