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The next month went by without a hitch. Beca, Chloe, and Aubrey hung out together on and off when their schedules aligned. Beca didn't avoid them anymore or push them away and everything actually seemed easier now that she didn't. They all got to know one another without any of them running off when the conversation got serious. It was a comfortable rhythm for Beca. She was busy enough, but not too busy to make her mixes. Meanwhile, the Bellas moved up in the competition and they were getting closer to the top tier of groups. Aubrey and Chloe were ecstatic about it and Beca was happy they were. There was some friction between them about the set they used, but they tried to leave that at practice. They'd all become good friends and Beca was glad for it. In all honesty, she'd never had so many friends in her life. She was getting closer with all of the Bellas - she'd even say that Amy was one of her best friends.

Everything was great, except for the nights. Not long after she'd agreed to stop fighting Aubrey and Chloe, she started having nightmares. She'd had them often in middle school and throughout high school. In high school, it was Stacie who got them to stop, mostly by distraction. Now they were back in full force. Most nights of the week, Beca woke up in a full blown sweat, hands shaking, breath ragged. It took her too long to realize she was in her dorm room, entirely safe and not in middle school listening to her parents screaming. More often than not the nightmare gave her panic when she realized she didn't have her headphones to drown out their voices. Half way through the month the nightmares got worse. It wasn't only her parents fighting, screaming, and crying. It was Aubrey and Chloe fighting over her - breaking up over her. Since that started, the panic attacks got worse. She was lucky she hadn't woken Stacie up yet. She was sure Stacie would've told Aubrey or Chloe and it would've been a whole thing.

Instead, Beca avoided spending the night at their apartment. It was both because she was afraid they'd ask her to sleep in their room and because of the nightmares. It felt like an intrusion to sleep in their space. Like they deserved space away from her. They were, after all, a couple and she was just their friend. Though, that was getting harder to believe with the slowly increasing physical touch they gave her. Especially when they were alone. It made her nervous any time either girl put their arm around her waist. She felt bad when it made her shoulders tense. Still, she was getting to know them and that was the best part of the month.

Aubrey's father and her didn't get along too well and it felt like a point of contact between them. Aubrey's father always seemed disappointed in her in the same way that Beca's father was disappointed in her goal to become a DJ. Instead of majoring in business to one day take over the Posen family company, like her father wanted, she was double majoring in environmental science and psychology. She wanted to use it to go to graduate school and become a lawyer. Her father also seemed disappointed that she had no interest in the military. He had used the military to pay for his college education and after he served his time he founded the Posen PR. Aubrey didn't want to take over for him because she hated what he used the PR company for. It didn't represent anything real to her, just some corporate bullshit.

Chloe was going to medical school because she'd fallen in love with taking care of people when she was young. Her eldest brother got into a bad car accident when he was in high school and he ended up with a traumatic brain injury. With their other siblings, her parents had their hands full. Chloe went with him everyday for rehabilitation and physical therapy. Ever since than she'd decided that she wanted to be a physician and help people in any way they could. Beca thought it was sweet and that it explained why Chloe was so adamant about picking Beca up from the police station. Though, truth be told it was probably because of Chloe that Beca's injuries healed so well.

In return, Chloe and Aubrey both took time to get to know Beca. Chloe listened to the radio station during Beca's shifts everyday or night. She expressed day in and day out that Beca's mixes were the best. She often asked for Beca to make her a mix she could play on her phone, which eventually led to Beca starting a Spotify creator account. And as much as Aubrey didn't want to change their set, she had a lot to teach Beca too. She had been classically trained from a young age in music and it filled in some missing pieces of Beca's musical knowledge. Between Aubrey and the music business classes, her mixes were getting better and better.

In celebration of making it into the top five in the ICCA's national competition, the TrebleMakers were hosting a frat-esc party. The Bellas had been invited by Bumper, Amy's soulmate. It was a typical college party with red solo drinks and all. Drunk college kids jumped off the roof and into the pool, the music was loud enough to get the cops called, and the dance floor was the concrete patio. Beca wasn't as into it as she wanted to be. Really, she was just tired. The nightmares kept her up day in and day out. Over the course of the last week, Beca had gotten a total of four hours of sleep. She'd fallen asleep in business and had another nightmare which really sucked. She got some weird looks, but she wasn't friends with anyone in that class - thank god.

She was sitting at an outdoor bar, watching the Bellas dance from afar and drinking her second cup of some weird alcoholic mix that Bumper had thrown together in a sport jug. Jesse had sat next to her, being the only other one who didn't seem as hype about the party as everyone else. "How's it going short stack?"

Beca smiled, tiredly. "Just tired. I guess you know what that's like." She said, referring to the fact that Jesse was the only other a cappella singer who was also working at the radio station and taking on a full load of classes his freshman year.

Jesse nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I'll say. And here I thought that all I'd want to do in college was drink and find my soulmate. Neither are all that appeasing now."

Beca rolled her eyes at him, "Don't act like you're too cool to want a soulmate, Swanson."

"What, like you do?" He laughed and she did too. They each took another sip of the weird drinks and both cringed at the taste. "Seriously though, have you met yours?"

Beca took in a deep breath. She wasn't all over telling anyone about her two soulmates yet. If she did, she'd just feel more pressure to be in some kind of committed relationship with the two girls dancing twenty feet away. Not that she didn't want that. She just didn't know. "Yeah, I have." She mumbled back.

"That good, huh?" Jesse laughed and she rolled her eyes playfully at him. "Me too though.. he's just a mess."

Beca nodded and turned her attention full toward him, so not to look too uninterested. "I think I'm the mess in my situation." She told him and he laughed again.

"You're not a mess Becaw, you're just a little…" Jesse scratched the back of his head, "rough around the edges." The death stare Beca gave him made him recoil. He put his hands up. "You're the one who said you were a mess." He defended himself. Beca eased up and laughed with him. "So uh, fellow soulmate hater, you wouldn't want to get out of here, would you?"

"Becs, babe!" Beca wasn't sure when she took her eyes off Chloe and Aubrey and when they got behind her. She turned to see a rather drunk Chloe approaching them. The nickname made Beca flinch, but it wasn't too obvious that anyone would think twice about it. "Come dance with us!" Beca flinched again when Aubrey wrapped a protective arm around Beca's waist and looked at Jesse pointedly. Beca knew then that they'd heard him ask her to go home with him. She obviously wouldn't ever, but she could feel the possessiveness leaking off both of the girls. Chloe put her arm around Beca's neck. "Come onnnn,"

Jesse smiled at her. "I think she's tired, guys." He said.

Wrong thing to say Beca thought. She felt Aubrey's grip tighten on her. "Aw, should we take you home, sweetie?" The words were pointed and Beca swallowed.

"We can dance.." Beca stood up, despite her friend's arms wrapped around her. She looked apologetically at Jesse.

"You sure? I don't mind driving you back if they want to stay." Jesse stood with her and Beca wished he'd just let it go.

Aubrey smiled too widely, too happily. "It's alright, she's all ours." Beca's stomach flipped at the notion and at the same time she felt like she was a toy that a group of toddlers were fighting over. It caused mixed feelings in her. Jesse only nodded slowly and went in another direction. Beca was pulled in the direction of the dance floor. The speakers beat and vibrated her chest. Beca pulled away just before they entered and Chloe and Aubrey turned to stare at her.

She opened her mouth to speak - but after looking in their eyes she saw that both of them were more drunk than she'd ever seen either of them. They were staggering to stand up. "Aubrey, give me your keys."

"Beca, I'm not-"

"Yes you are. Don't fight with me. Give me your keys." Beca put her hand out expectantly and it only took a minute for Aubrey to give in and stuffed her hand in her pocket to produce her keys. Then Beca agreed to the dance floor, but the rest of the night she kept herself from drinking anymore. She was hardly buzzed so by the time they'd finished dancing and the party was winding down, she was sober enough to drive Aubrey's car. She let Stacie know she was taking them home and walked the girls to the car. Each of them were leaning on her more than she'd even expected. She wondered how they'd gotten so drunk. Beca had never seen them this far gone.

Back at their apartment, Beca had to do a little coercing to get them to sit down and relax on the couch while she got them some water. One thing her mom taught her was that the best cure for a hangover is a preventative cup of water and a pain killer. She got them both and leaned against the wall while they drank. "Becaaaa," Chloe wined when she didn't sit down with them. "Are you mad at us?"

Beca scrunched her nose. "We'll talk about it in the morning." She mumbled.

Chloe's face turned into a pout. "You're mad."

Beca smiled half heartedly at the drunk girl. "Just a little. It's okay. Let's just get you two to bed."

"We're sorry." Aubrey mumbled, but she seemed unable to stop smiling. "We just didn't like him."

Beca was surprised that Aubrey knew why she was mad. "Jesse?" Beca probed. Chloe and Aubrey looked around and avoided her gaze. "Get to talking."

They looked at each other and back at Beca. "You just.. don't tell anyone about us." Chloe said in a small voice.

Beca cocked an eyebrow at the redhead. "And? You want people to know that you own me? That I'm your object?"

"No, of course not." Aubrey said and Beca could tell Beca's words were sobering to her. "We just…"

When Aubrey didn't have more to say Beca cut in. "Come on, we'll talk about it when you're sober. Let's get you to bed." Aubrey and Chloe both went to protest. "No, no. To bed with you." Beca told them, more firmly this time.

She walked them back and refilled their waters, leaving them on each of the night stands. She had to make them change and tuck them in. They're faces were still bright red from the alcohol, but Beca knew they would fall asleep soon enough. "Beca?" Chloe asked when Beca went toward the door. Beca turned back to her. Her hand was on her light.

"Yes, Red?"

"Please come to bed." Chloe's voice was soft, almost a whisper. A plea. Beca almost didn't have the strength to hear it.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Not tonight, Red. Snuggle with Bree." And she turned the light out.

Beca slept in the guest bedroom and woke up the next morning the same as she had the weeks before. She felt like she was suffocating as she opened her eyes and took a huge breath in. She was gasping for air, her heart rate was rapid. Anxiety courses through her veins. It took her longer to realize where she was than it normally did in the dorm. It took her an extra minute to calm down. Then she checked the clock. It was too early for her usually, but she wasn't getting any sleep now. She decided to get started on breakfast, knowing Chloe and Aubrey would need it for the hangovers they were facing.

To her surprise, both girls were not whining in bed with migraines. They were in the kitchen, already cooking and it looked like finishing cooking breakfast. Aubrey noticed her first, a half hearted smile on her face. "You're up early." Aubrey noted before Beca could speak.

"I'm surprised you are with the night you had." Beca quipped back.

Aubrey visibly swallowed and looked at the floor. "I stress cook." She said, as if that explained anything.

Chloe added on to further Aubrey's explanation. "What she means to say is that we're sorry for last night." Chloe's eyes were wide and on her like she thought Beca would bolt for the door. With their past, Beca couldn't blame her for thinking she might.

"You didn't have to cook breakfast, I'm sure the two of you have hangovers." Beca replied, sitting at the breakfast table next to Chloe. Aubrey finished with the food and sat down too.

Chloe was twiddling her thumbs. "I really don't know what came over us."

Beca sighed. "It's okay. I might have overreacted."

Aubrey shook her head. "No you're right. We don't own you. You're your own person. We've just never been… jealous, before. With each other we were always really fluid about flirting and Chloe's just a physical person… but with you…you're just not..." Aubrey looked near tears and Beca couldn't handle it.

"I'm not a flirty person, so when you saw me with someone else, it made you jealous." Beca inferred and both girls nodded. Beca tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach when she thought about the two of them jealous. She didn't want to think it was hot.

"We're really sorry." Chloe didn't look at Beca as she said it. Her eyes were down cast.

Beca took Chloe's chin and made her look up. Chloe looked into her eyes and Beca glanced at Aubrey too. "I am yours.." She said in a small voice. "I… may not be really outspoken about how I feel, but you're my soulmates. I… can't tell you not to feel jealous. It's a natural feeling. Even if we are only friends for now."

"You mean that?" Aubrey asked. Hope was clear in her voice. "That you're ours?"

Chloe looked just as hopeful as she stared at Beca. "Yes." Beca said.