Right, here's the one you've been waiting for! Hope you enjoy, struggled writing this one a bit but finally got it out to you guys.

Bonus points if you get what series I reference at the end :)

"Beca what the fuck did you just do." The brunette had exited the club in a hurry, her was mind racing.

Maybe not racing, more just panicking.

"Why the fuck would you say that. You've just ruined everything you idiot."

She was spiralling now, and she couldn't even run away, away from her problems- eg Chloe, because she was currently sleeping in the same room as her.

She pulled out her phone to search for a cheap hotel for the night, the last thing she wanted to do was go back to the house where Chloe would inevitably be waiting for her.

There was one a five minute walk away, so she immediately hurried off, it was almost midnight and she didn't know the area.

Once she'd checked in she collapsed onto the bed, face down on the pillow, contemplating what she'd just done, when her phone started pinging.

*missed call from Chlo*

*5 text messages from Chlo*

Beca, I'm heading back to the house.

Beca where are you?

Pick up ur phone please x

Beca please text me I'm worried.

Beca where the fuck are you?

Beca started to type out a message in reply, as much as she had no clue what she wanted to say to the redhead, she knew that she couldn't let her worry.

Staying at hotel down the road, didn't think you'd want to share a room tonight, needed to give u space.

And then quickly after she'd sent that one

I'm sorry x

She immediately turned her phone off after that (not wanting to see whatever Chloe would reply with), then stripped down to her underwear as she had no other clothes with her and fell asleep almost straight away, despite the fact she her head was still spinning. The alcohol probably helped.

Beca awoke to the sun streaming through the windows which she had failed to pull the curtains across last night. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, adjusting to her surroundings, before the panic set in. The panic, the realisation of what she'd done and the fact that she had a very long car journey with Chloe to deal with. It was probably a good thing, she may admit, because otherwise she would just run, as far away from the red head as possible- but now she has to face up to it.

Reluctantly, she got dressed, checked out of the hotel and then turned her phone back on to find more messages from Chloe.

Beca, please just come back.

It's fine.

That was last night, just after Beca had turned her phone off.

And now the brunette was cursing herself- she didn't know Chloe's parents address, had no idea how to get back there, and they were supposed to be leaving in less than an hour.

Reluctantly, she texted the red head.

What's your parents address, I'm just leaving the hotel.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately after she'd sent the text.

I'll come and pick you up, what hotel is it?

Beca groaned, she knew that Chloe would insist that she pick her up and wouldn't give her the address now.

You don't have to, I can get a cab.

Beca it's fine, I'm coming to pick u up, is it the Park hotel?

Yeah.

Right, see you in 5.

Beca sat down on a bench opposite the hotel to wait for Chloe, she was dreading it and had vowed never to drink again, in order to prevent any more intoxicated confessions, to her best friend or otherwise.

For next five minutes Beca just sat, staring into space, her stomach turning at the thought of her next interactions with the older woman.

The brunette was still lost in her thoughts when Chloe's Fiat pulled up next to her. The red head beeped the horn to bring her to her senses. Beca reluctantly got up from the bench, but confidently climbed into the car. In the five minutes she was waiting, she'd decided to go with the usual Mitchell approach, pretend everything was fine and ignore the blatant issues she was facing.

"Hey Chloe!"

"Uh... Hi Bec."

"Right, lets get going, I need to pack before we leave."

"Um, ok Bec."

They drove back in silence and Chloe parked up in the driveway, but when Beca tried to open the car door it was to no avail.

"Chloe can you open the door please."

The reply was a shake of the head. "Nope."

"Hilarious- just open the door."

"Beca you're not going to do this," her tone was serious.

"Do what?"

"What you always used to do- I thought you'd got past this! Bottling everything back up and not just stepping up and facing your problems."

Beca breathed out, trying to stay calm.

"And don't play the I don't remember card, because we both know you weren't that drunk."

"I'm not going to, of course I remember, and I'm living to regret it now."

"Why are you regretting it?"

Beca frowned, "Why do I regret it? Are you serious?"

"Yes I'm serious!"

"I regret it because why on earth would you feel the same way and now it's going to ruin-"

Chloe cut Beca off by placing a hand over her mouth.

"Beca, just shut the fuck up."

The brunette's eyes widened as Chloe leaned across the dash and rested her forehead on Beca's.

"Chlo... what-"

The red head smiled and closed her eyes "Shut up and stop panicking idiot, because this definitely isn't going to ruin anything. I'm pretty sure

I've liked you, loved you, since we first met, and I ignored it for however many years, but I think this trip has brought those feeling back out, and I should have gone after you last night but I was confused and needed to think."

She took a deep breath, "But I've thought now."

She leaned in and pressed her lips against Beca's, who's initial shock quickly subsided and she kissed back, it was slow and gentle, but filled with years of unaddressed urges and when they pulled away, tears started to form at the corner of Chloe's eyes.

"Hey, hey don't cry!", the brunette wiped them away with the pad of her thumb.

She giggled, "They're happy tears Becs, don't worry. I love you, and I like you."

"I love you and I like you."