Guys, we finally did it! We got our Bechloe kiss! Now, I was originally planning on doing a Staubrey ship, but I have to do a one-shot based off of this. I can't not. So here we go- and warning, this chapter is going to get rated R! Don't like, don't read.

Beca crosses her arms as she watches Chloe kiss Chicago, scoffing a little at how sloppy the whole thing is- and the fact that it isn't her she's kissing. She knows that the kiss would be perfect if it were her kissing Chloe, not Chicago, her being the one to hold her in her arms-

"You were great." Theo interrupts her, but not before she's made up her mind. She can't sit around anymore and watch Chloe hop from guy to guy, especially when she gets her heart broke every time. She can't allow herself to be heartbroken any longer either- if Chloe doesn't feel the same, then at least she knows. Right?

"I gotta go show this guy how it's done." She cockily says to Theo, shoving his chest lightly as she makes her way to Chloe. She fights off any nerves that she has, pretending to be so confident one might say it was almost arrogant. She distinctly hears Theo say "oh, I always knew" in the background, but ignores it as she pulls Chloe away from the soldier, unable to stop the grin from forming on her face. She immediately pulls the ginger in for a kiss and is super surprised when Chloe kisses her back right away, putting a hand on the back of her head as their lips move together. To Beca, there's nothing that could be better than this moment. It's almost as if their lips were made for each other (and she wants to slap herself for even thinking that), they fit together that perfectly. It's in this exact moment that Beca knows she wants to spend the rest of her life kissing Chloe Beale. Now that she's here, now that she's kissed her, she knows they can't ever go back to being just friends after this. Because this kiss, it means too much to both of them.

Beca almost squeals when Chloe hoists her leg on her waist, raising her up a little to deepen the kiss as she moves her hand to her back. Beca responds by wrapping both arms around her neck tightly, almost as if she's clinging onto her. She can tell by the way Chloe reacts that she feels the same, understands the longing and affection behind Beca's moves, even if she did pretend it was to teach some dumb guy (who looks like he could be an Abercrombie model, she won't lie) how to properly kiss a girl. Because Beca knows, as Chloe's tongue swipes her bottom lip, begging for entrance, that this kiss is nowhere near proper.

She figures Chloe must realize this as well, because when they hear movement behind them, she quickly pulls away. What she doesn't expect, though, is when Chloe laughs. Beca turns to see Theo and Chicago making out, her eyes widening momentarily before Chloe takes her hand and pulls her away, her look of shock being replaced with a genuine smile.

"So..." Chloe finally says when they pull away, and she looks shy for the first time tonight as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, looking anywhere but at Beca. "What... was all of that about?"

"What?" It's the only thing Beca can think of to say at the moment.

"I heard what you said to Theo, right before you kissed me." Chloe crosses her arms, and Beca sighs, finally understanding.

"I only said that to Theo as a coverup." She grabs Chloe's jaw, turning her head slightly to get her to look at her. "I swore to myself that I would never tell you this, but I'm in love with you." Her jaw drops open as Beca speaks, and she grins in response. "I've actually been in love with you for a very long time now."

Chloe sighs, letting out a small laugh. "Oh, that's a relief." Beca's smile only widens when she says, "I'm in love with you too, Beca. I only kissed Chicago because I thought you'd never feel the same way about me that I do you."

"So I felt jealous all this time for nothing?" The brunette feigns disappointment, and Chloe whacks her arm. "Oww, I was kidding! Kidding, babe, sorry." The term of endearment escapes her mouth without her even realizing it, and her eyes widen with fear as Chloe freezes.

Suddenly, a predatory look crosses Chloe's face, and Beca gulps as a wave of arousal travels through her body, ending right between her legs as the tension in the atmosphere changes. "I like it when you call me that. Babe." She takes a step closer, forcing Beca to tilt her head upward in order to actually be able to see her. "It makes me feel..." she shakes her head. "I can't describe it." Her voice drops an octave as she takes a step closer. Beca simply freezes, unable to move even if she wanted to.

Deciding not to respond- because she doesn't trust her voice right now- Beca presses her lips to Chloe's again, wrapping her arms around her waist and bringing their hips together roughly. Chloe immediately moans at the sudden contact, wasting no time in running her tongue along Beca's mouth once more. Beca complies, and their tongues fight for dominance as Chloe shoves Beca into the pillar behind her. Beca grunts as her shoulder makes contact with the rough stone, pushing away the thought that she'll definitely have a bruise there in the morning. She decides to take control of the situation and abandons Chloe's lips, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses along her jaw and neck. Another sweet, soft moan emits from Chloe, only spurring Beca on as she sucks on her pulse point.

"Beca." Chloe manages to whisper, lightly pushing her away enough to look at her. "Do you want to do this? Because if we keep going, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop." Her voice seems tiny as she admits this, and Beca presses a quick kiss to her lips before nodding.

"We've been waiting way too long for this, haven't we?" She asks, and Chloe laughs as she nods. "Let's go somewhere a little more private though. How far is it to the hotel from here?"

Chloe shakes her head. "I don't know, but we don't need the rest of the girls eavesdropping on our first time."

"I agree." Beca nods.

"Is there a room backstage we could go to?"

"Don't you think that's a little risky?" Even as she asks, her eyes shamelessly examine Chloe's body, and she has to ball her hands into fists to stop herself from kissing her again.

"Risk makes it fun." Her voice deepens again, and Beca's face turns red when Chloe winks suggestively at her. Taking her hand, she says, "Come on, let's go look." She takes her hand in hers and practically drags her back to the place they had first kissed, both letting out their own little sighs of relief when they notice that Theo and Chicago are gone.

"You think they're together right now?" Beca asks, slightly amused with the idea of those two hooking up. Chloe simply laughs in response before shoving open the door to backstage, then whirls around to face Beca.

"Where is your dressing room?" Without a word, Beca takes the lead, speed walking down the hallway until they see a door that says 'Mitchell.' She carefully tries the doorknob, breathing out a sigh of relief when it's unlocked. Not wanting to waste another second, she shoves the door open, dragging Chloe inside. She walks right to the counter, shrugging her jacket off as she clears the makeup off the marble. As soon as she turns around, she squeals; Chloe's standing right behind her, waiting for the minute she can get her hands on her again.

"I'm sorry this isn't super romantic." Beca says, grabbing her wrists and swirling her around so that she's the one up against the counter. "But it's better than nothing, right?"

"Yeah, now shut up and let me kiss you." She growls in response before lunging forward and connecting their lips again, sending another wave of arousal through Beca as she kisses back. She grabs onto the back of Chloe's thighs, lifting her onto the counter and stepping in between her legs- all while never breaking the kiss, which she's proud of, somewhere in the back of her mind. Their tongues once again meet as their kisses get sloppier, but neither one of them would change it for anything. Chloe's hands find their way under Beca's tanktop, and Beca shudders in response at the sudden contact. She almost laughs at herself as she feels her muscles jump under Chloe's fingers, and Chloe responds to it by trailing light patterns on her sides and stomach.

Both Bellas groan when Beca's phone starts ringing. "I can get it later." Beca shrugs before going in for another kiss, but Chloe stops her with a simple shake of her head.

"That could be something important."

"You're right." She grabs her phone and answers it, not even bothering to look at the number before saying, "this better be fucking important."

"Wow, feisty much? Fat Amy's voice responds, and Beca groans again, this time way louder than the first. "Aubrey's super pissed, Shawshank. She doesn't know where you or Chloe are."

"Oh my GOD, tell her we're fine." She snaps in response, rolling her eyes at the sharp look Chloe sends her way. "I'm really busy at the moment, ok?"

"Uh, I can't tell her. She already went out to look for you. I'd hurry up with Chloe if I were you."

"W-what?"

"Oh, don't think we don't all know you've been boning each other for years now."

"I'm hanging up now." She presses the end button and tosses the phone down on the chair that's pushed off to the side. Sighing, she tells Chloe, "Aubrey's looking for us."

"Well then, let's hurry." She winks, and Beca nods hungrily. What surprises Chloe though is when Beca suddenly drops to her knees, lifting the bottom of her dress up. Chloe finishes, pulling it all the way off, as she knows it will just get in the way. Beca gulps when she sees Chloe's matching lavender, bra and underwear, and she can't hold herself back from saying the next words that leave her mouth.

"You're so fucking gorgeous."

"Beca, just fuck me already!" Chloe growls. "Please. I can't take this anymore."

"Yes ma'am." Beca sarcastically salutes before slowly pulling Chloe's underwear off her legs, marveling at the sight in front of her. Remembering the task at hand, though, she hoists Chloe's legs onto her shoulders, leaving kisses up her inner thighs. She hears Chloe's breathing hitch, and she grins in satisfaction before running her tongue through Chloe's wet folds without warning.

"Shit!" Chloe's hips buck against Beca's mouth as she teasingly licks her again, this time slowing her movements. "I n-need more, Becs." She grins against Chloe before moving slightly upward, her tongue swirling around her bundle of nerves. Chloe's moan at this is so loud it's practically a scream, and Beca hisses against her before pulling away.

"Dude, you need to be quiet." She scolds, and Chloe nods apologetically.

"Sorry." Beca just shakes her head before lowing her head back down, resuming her soft strokes of her tongue. She hears Chloe's teeth clamp together when he lips close around her soft spot, and she starts humming the first song that comes to mind; "Titanium," of course. Chloe's hips buck rather wildly again, and Beca takes the opportunity to slide a finger inside her.

"Fuck." Chloe whispers, biting on her bottom lip so hard Beca's surprised she doesn't draw blood. She easily thrusts her finger inside her, Chloe's breathing turning more into a pant that exaggerates with every motion. "Oh my God."

"Close, it's Beca." She releases her long enough to retort sarcastically, and Chloe half-heartedly attempts to whack at her. Her arm falls limp to her side, though, when Beca goes back to licking her roughly. She slides in a second finger, looking up at Chloe and whispering, "I love you."

As soon as the words escape her lips, Chloe suddenly becomes rigid, her eyes closed as tightly as possible as she bites her own hand. It finally hits Beca that she just gave Chloe Beale an orgasm, and she gasps and pulls her fingers out of Chloe immediately, resulting in a soft whimper from the redhead. She recovers though and grins down at Beca, saying, "that may have been the best orgasm I've ever had." She frowns as she takes in Beca's shocked expression. "Hey, are you ok?"

At the softness in her voice, Beca snaps out of her trance. "Yeah. Everything just sort of hit me."

"Oh." Chloe giggles as she pulls her underwear back on, hopping off the counter and grabbing her dress. "Well, it happened."

"We're not going to be friends again, are we?"

Chloe gives her a blank look. "What?"

Suddenly, Beca stands up, grabbing Chloe's hands in her. "Be my girlfriend. Please, I can't go on if something doesn't happen out of this. I just can't. I need you."

"Neither could I." Chloe admits, biting on her bottom lip momentarily before grinning, her face lighting up like a kid's on Christmas. "Of course, I'll be your girlfriend. There's nothing I'd want more in the world than to be with you."

Just as the two girls lean in for a kiss, the door bursts open. "There you two- oh my gosh!"

"Dude!" Beca screams as Chloe laughs. "Get out!"

"I'm sorry!" Aubrey responds, covering her eyes. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok." She coughs awkardly. "And to tell you to get your asses back to the hotel right now."

"Sorry, boss." Beca rolls her eyes, turning back to Chloe. "Let's go."

"Alright, baby." She emphasizes the last word, and Beca turns to see Aubrey grinning at the two of them.

"What?"

"Nothing." She shakes her head, but the smile never fades. "I'm just happy, is all."

"Oh... thanks?"

"Uh-huh. Now hurry up." With that, Aubrey leaves, intentionally leaving the door open.

"I swear, I could kill her sometimes." Beca grumbles, turning once again to find a fulled clothed Chloe handing her her jacket. "Thanks." She quickly slides it on.

"Hey Becs?"

"Yeah?"

Chloe grins as she says, "I love you."

Grabbing her hand in hers and smiling as well, Beca responds, "I love you too, babe."