AN: Hi there everybody! This is my first fanfic ever, so I hope you enjoy it! It starts way back in Pitch Perfect 1 three weeks after the Bellas lost the regional competition. I am planning on it being mulit-chapter and I should have chapter two out in a day or so. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect 1 or 2 or any of the characters therein. (if you didn't guess that already)

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

The achingly familiar, yet completely unexpected voice, made Beca jump and let out a very surprised, very un-badass squeak.

"Chloe, what the fuck? You scared the shit out of me. How did you even get in here? The door was supposed to be locked." Still reeling from the surprise of the redhead showing up randomly in the DJ booth of the campus radio station in the middle of the night, Beca tried to speak coherently but instead word vomited questions at her favorite redhead, whom she had not spoken to since the debacle at the regional acapella competitions three weeks ago.

"No, Mitchell." Chloe spit out Beca's last name quickly and with venom, almost like simply having the word in her mouth was unbearable "You don't get to talk, for once you are going to shut your stupid mouth and listen to something somebody else has to say."

Beca had never seen Chloe like this, her hair was crazy, swinging wild with even the slightest move of her head; her crystal blue eyes seemed to burn with an angry fire. Beca had never seen an intensity like that before on anyone, but especially not on Miss Chloe I-love-everybody-and-everything-even-when-they-don't-deserve-it Beale, and even though Beca wasn't sure what exactly was causing her best friend, confidant, and in her most honest moments, the girl she was in love with, to be in this state, she knew that whatever it was, was her fault and it killed her. Wisely instead of trying to make a dumb joke like she normally would to try and make Chloe feel better, Beca did as instructed, kept her mouth shut and simply nodded her head.

With the small nod Beca gave, Chloe accepted that maybe Beca would actually listen to what she had to say. She crossed her arms over her chest, wanting to look as angry as she felt, and started to pace the small DJ booth.

"What the fuck Beca, what the actual fuck?"

Beca had never heard Chloe drop an f-bomb, and the sound of it, twice in one sentence no less, made her even more uncomfortable than she had been at the beginning of this conversation. The discomfort of the moment only grew as Chloe stopped pacing, drew herself to her full height and looked down expectantly at Beca like she was actually waiting for a response.

Beca still sitting in her swivel chair in front of the mixing board, looked down to her lap at her clasped hands before looking back up at Chloe and tentatively speaking.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean Chlo."

"Don't you "Chlo" me, Mitchell. And what the fuck" Chloe emphasized the word making Beca flinch almost like she had been slapped, "do you mean, you don't know what I mean? Regionals… Ring any bells?" Chloe finished only getting angrier with every word.

Beca felt a flash of indignance at the mention of the regional competition and got up from her chair, crossing her arms over her chest to mimic Chloe's stance. Not only had she already, kind of, apologized for changing the set, she was convinced she had been right. The judges and the crowd were dozing off and the other groups were standing there in the wings making fun of them, which they would have seen if anybody else had cared to look. Beca had done what she had to do to try and see her group through to the finals, because even if she rarely showed it, she really did care about them, and if they couldn't understand that, even if Chloe was suddenly a part of that they, then they could just deal with it, she was out of the group anyway.

"I already explained why I changed the set in the middle Chloe. I still stand behind what I did, nothing has changed." Beca spat letting the indignance she was feeling sound in her voice and show on her face.

Chloe's bright blue eyes widened almost impossibly for just a moment, before returning to their previous squinted glare only this time even angrier than they had been just a moment before. The intensity of Chloe's anger was actually starting to scare Beca, but as much as she wanted to sit back down, or at least back away from the enraged redhead, she held her ground and stood, arms crossed over her chest, steel blue eyes boring as forcefully as they could into the crystal blue ones in front of her.

Chloe let out a laugh. Not her usual bubbly giggle, but a harsh, cold almost coughing sound that held no true amusement at all. With a sound so foreign coming out of Chloe, Beca couldn't help it any longer and took a step back, suddenly not being so sure she was going to make it out of this conversation alive.

"You think that is what this is about?" When she spoke Chloe's voice was just above a whisper, but the quiet only served to emphasize the angriness blazing clearly in her eyes and also to scare Beca that much more.

Beca sat down, the indignance completely leaving her small body. She was truly stunned at, not only the redhead's capacity for anger, this was a side of Chloe always-happy-all-the-time Beal that she had never seen and couldn't even imagine existing, but also at the statement. If Chloe wasn't mad at her for "blowing their chances at getting to the finals" as Aubrey had accused her of, she legitimately had no clue what could possibly have Chloe fuming the way she was. Beca looked up at Chloe confused, when Chloe didn't speak but just continued to glare down at her waiting, Beca finally spoke softly.

"Chloe if this isn't about me changing the set, then I'm sorry, but I really don't know what it could be about."

Chloe's eyes flamed and Beca felt the energy in the room shift only a second prior to Chloe stepping forward, leaning in and forcefully poking a finger into Beca's chest before releasing all the emotion and hurt that she had been dealing with, alone, for the past three weeks onto the unsuspecting brunette sitting in front of her.

"I don't give a flying shit that you changed the set, in fact Bree is the only one who cares about that. The rest of the group thought it was surprising but great" Chloe said before leaning in even closer to Beca's face and poking her in the chest again. Then she added in a mocking voice full to the brim with acid "Don't, you don't have to pretend you have a say in the group anyway right" Chloe screamed Beca's own words back at her from only inches away. Beca suddenly realizing what this was about, shrunk down into her chair feeling worse than ever and letting it show on her face and in her posture; but Chloe was on a roll and made it quite clear she wasn't planning on stopping any time soon. Chloe knew she was ranting but she didn't care, and just to drive her points even further home she punctuated every few words with another hard poke to Beca's chest. "I tried to stand up for you, against my own best friend no less, the woman who has been by my side through every fucking thing in the last four years, and this is how you treat me? I've been trying to stand up for you all year, but every time I have, every fucking time I've tried, you push me away. You brush me off with some stupid comment, and I swear to God if I never hear the word "Queerballs" again it'll be too fucking soon. You mock me openly in front of Bree and the entire group, while I'm trying to stand up for you, and then you walk away; and you know, I think I could have forgiven you if you had called or texted or anything. Chalked it up to another Mitchell mood swing but it's been three fucking weeks Beca. Do you know how much shit you got me in with Bree? Do you? Do you know how many lectures I've had to listen to because of your little stunt? Do you know how many times I've had to sit and listen to her tell me that you're not a Bella and that you never were, that you're not worthy of my time at all, that you were just using me and my friendship? Do you know how close I've come to believing it?"

Chloe's voice cracked on the last question, all her rage having suddenly expended itself leaving only the hurt, she leaned heavily on the arms of Beca's chair and looked at Beca small and shrunken, just sitting there staring back at her. She waited. Waited for Beca to say something, to reach out to her, to do anything to make the ache in her chest stop. After a few moments of silence and Beca simply sitting stunned and looking at her like an emotionally stunted deer in headlights, Chloe stood straight, pushed the hair that had fallen into her face back and said, defeat and hurt clear in her eyes and her tone.

"I guess Bree really was right then."

Chloe turned to walk out but quickly stopped and glanced back at Beca for just a moment, giving the small girl another chance to say something, before finally turning and walking out of the DJ booth as quickly and quietly as she had walked in.

AN: You made it to the end. Yay! Still with me? So what do you think? I am planning on this being multi-chapter so anything you'd like to see happen in the future? Like I said earlier, I'm brand new at this, so any and all reviews/suggestions would be greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading!