A/N: I lied; I've decided to post one snippet at a time because the last chapter looked a little weird with two unconnected snippets next to each other with no ending. So...here is the one with the donut and stay tuned for more!

P.S: Emojis are used in this chapter, but ff .net won't allow them to be shown, so if you want to see them with the text messages, head on over to ao3 (archiveofourown .org) and read this story under my username: pinkpastels113.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Pitch Perfect universe.

Chapter summary: The one with the donut.

Chloe giggles as she hits send on her latest text message.

Chloe [9:47 AM]: beca wake uppp :)))

She's delighted when this time, the message comes with a reply.

Becs [9:48 AM]: you do know that my phone is on silent when I sleep right

Chloe's fingers fly over the small keyboard on her screen, giddy with happiness at the prospect of the grumpy brunette finally getting out of bed as she types up her reply.

Chloe [9:48 AM]: maybe ;)) but that doesn't mean that I can't spam your phone until you get your cute butt out of bed and come down here to hug me good morning

Beca's response is immediate, as if she is staring at her phone and waiting for her to answer just so she can text back.

Becs [9:48 AM]: don't call me cute. and i'm not doing anything before i take a shower

Chloe bites at her lip, suppressing a smile as she taps furiously at her screen.

Chloe [9:49 AM]: but I want my good morning hug now. care for me to join?

This time, there is a pause before the anticipated three floating dots appear once again.

Becs [9:50 AM]: dude no. i'm not hugging you completely nude under the fucking shower.

An image of exactly that flashes through Chloe's mind and her heart flutters in her chest, toes curling against the carpet under her feet in her socks.

Chloe [9:50 AM]: why not? it's not like there's anything I haven't seen before ;)

Becs [9:51 AM]: because it's weird.

Chloe [9:51 AM]: it's only weird if you make it weird, becs :))

Chloe's knee bounces anxiously as she waits for Beca's response, her index finger tapping swiftly at her screen to light it back up when it dims.

Becs [9:52 AM]: okay i'm taking a shower now so don't expect me to answer for the next fifteen minutes or so.

A frown pulls at her lips once her eyes have finished reading the text and Chloe quickly shoots off a message of her own before the brunette can make good on her promise.

Chloe [9:52 AM]: noo, take me with you

The little notification at the bottom right of her screen indicates that her message is read, but there is not an accompanying response or the reappearance of a trio of floating dots.

Chloe's frown deepens, but before she can do much else besides pull back her keyboard and have autocorrect fix the first word, Cynthia Rose's voice floats into the living room from the kitchen.

"This donut is mine if nobody else is going to eat it."

Chloe looks up at the statement, her brain immediately catching on to what her fellow Bella has said, and she quickly locks her phone and shoves it into the back pocket of her jeans before getting up from the loveseat to slide the five feet of floor to the kitchen doorway, "No, wait, hold on." She is pretty sure that the donut that CR is indicating is the one with the chocolate cream. "Beca is going to want that."

"She's not even up yet, Chloe," she replies, putting her hands on her hips and turning to face her instead of the cardboard box on the kitchen table.

Chloe is now making a beeline towards her, eyes zoning in on the darkly glazed donut sitting lonelily in its once filled container, and her hands reach for the lid and closes it as soon as she reaches the kitchen table, lifting it up carefully to balance it in the underside of her arms, "Oh, no, she's up. She's just in the shower."

A shower in which she is not explicitly welcome in but in which she is now totally imagining her co-captain "completely nude" and unwilling to hug her in.

She decides to keep that information to herself.

Sparing her friend an apologetic glance, Chloe spins on her heel to head in the direction of the staircase up to Beca's room, but is not even two steps in when Cynthia Rose's voice pipes up, "In the shower? How the heck do you know that?"

It was as if her thoughts were loud enough for the indignant woman to hear.

Heat surges through her entire body as her mind thinks back to the virtual conversation she had had not minutes prior—to the half teasing, half genuine comments spilling from her fingertips—and Chloe has to force herself to continue on her walk up the stairs lest her friend sees her reaction, shrugging a shoulder while mumbling something along the lines of "I just know."

Chloe can sense the disbelief in her voice when CR grumbles, "Whatever you say, Chloe. Just tell her that she'd better be grateful that you were down here to save it for her 'cause if you weren't, that donut would've been gone by now."

She chooses not to comment as her feet land on the top step, and despite the warmth still seeping through every pore of her being, Chloe allows herself a small smile as she takes a mental note.

Reaching Beca's door, Chloe shifts the box in her hands so it won't tumble to the floor and turns the handle, stepping quietly inside and clicking it shut behind her. She then makes her way over to Beca's bed and sets the box onto one of the nightstands before walking over to the bathroom door, leaning against the wall just beside it, listening to the soft humming from within.

Her heart thumps wildly against her ribcage as the sounds of water streaming from the showerhead on the other side of the door pattering down to the shower pan below reaches her ears, and Chloe closes her eyes and folds her hands and brings them up to her lips, envisioning the person inside emitting the indecipherable but melodic tune and the person inside obstructing the path of the water trickling down to the drain below, and her breath quickly becomes ragged and uneven as the image burns and dances behind her eyelids, teasing her and reminding her of what could've been, had she had the courage to lean in that fateful night in the shower stall, had she had not cared about what it could potentially mean for their short acquaintance, for their hopefully long future friendship.

Had she had not cared about the feelings she had already felt herself feeling even back then, when Beca had merely been a pretty face with an intriguing attitude and talented voice.

In all reality, she wishes for nothing more at the moment than to barge in (in all her protests against Chloe showing up unannounced into her shower, Beca usually forgets to lock the door) and strip and join her, but she knows that now's not the right time and now's not the right moment to betray Beca's trust—however small of a segment that is—as shown in the implication of her denial in the text message she sent still on her phone in the back of her pocket.

So she waits, with her hands on her lips and her head tilting unseeingly to the ceiling, and she tells herself that she's doing the right thing for her Beca, even if it may cause another layer of ache and longing to wrap itself around her heart.

The sound of the shower stops, replaced by the rattle of the shower curtain, and Chloe snaps open her eyes and straightens against the wall, taking in a deep breath to calm down her racing heart and to push the enticing vision away to the back of her mind.

Beca spends about three or so minutes at the sink before opening the door, and Chloe waits until she has stepped fully out of the steamy bathroom before removing herself from her hidden position against the wall, her arms instantly moving forwards to wrap themselves around the brunette's neck.

Beca jumps, her hands gripping at the towel around her breasts for a brief second as a squeak of surprise leaves her lips, but Chloe just hugs her tighter, burying her nose in her hair—which is tied up in a bun—and she relaxes, chuckling and returning the favor.

"Jesus, Chloe, you scared the shit out of me."

"I got you a donut," she whispers in Beca's ear, "That Cynthia Rose says you better be grateful for, seeing as how it was supposed to be her breakfast."

Beca pulls away from their embrace long enough to look over her shoulder at the box containing said donut, "Yeah?"

She nods, fixing a grin to her face, "Uh huh."

Smirking blue eyes finally meet her gaze, and then soft lips are pressed to the left side of her cheek, "Okay." She lingers for a second or two before pulling away, and murmurs with something in her expression that Chloe is now too light headed to read, "Thank you Chlo, for being there to save a donut for me when I couldn't, and for being there to be the thief to Cynthia Rose's breakfast even when I couldn't be bothered to get my ass out of bed earlier to go downstairs to properly give you your good morning hug."

And Chloe thinks she just might have fallen a little deeper.

A/N: Holy heck, I have no idea how that went from fluffy to cute to hot to emotional to fluffy back again; it was totally NOT planned and totally NOT what I had in mind when I wrote QoW XD.

Let me know what you think!

(And how excited are we for another? ;))