A/N: And as promised here is the sequel to 'Blank Slate'.
Slow start but I promise to deliver as best as I could.
I'm trying to write two fics at the same time so let's see how my upload schedule will work. I'll try to upload a chapter every day or at least every other day.
This is less angst and more on lighter matters (I swear it is, but you know, I need to build up some suspense to introduce some new characters).
Reviews and comments are always appreciated.
I don't own pitch perfect.
Everything was perfect.
And Beca knows that nothing is perfect of course. But there was just no other way to say it.
Everything was perfect.
Because every morning she gets to wake to see the sunlight filter through the windows, striking Chloe's face t just the right way that makes her look so peaceful and angelic in her sleep.
And it takes Beca's every breath away to see that oh so glorious view.
One reason why Beca's starting to wake up earlier each passing day.
And it only gets better as Chloe slowly stirs awake, her ocean blue eyes meeting her stormy blue ones, a smile forming on her lips.
Of course Beca goes back to sleep after Chloe gets up, both the success of her club and the DJ night life keeping her busy.
But that was their thing.
Their set routine.
And Beca has made it a point over the past year to make it up to Chloe for disappearing from her life for five long years.
From little surprises like a new mix of a song that reminded her of Chloe and cooking dinner at times, to big gestures like the surprise trip to Switzerland for Valentine's Day.
All culminating of course with her brilliant masterplan, the one she has finally decided to act upon and share with the one and only Aubrey Posen one Saturday afternoon while Chloe was out.
Beca thought she better make the most out of the sudden alone time with Aubrey.
Especially since the blonde had started packing for her move.
Not that she would be too far away, she was just moving downstairs with Stacie.
But still, Beca wanted to make sure that Chloe wouldn't be suspicious of anything, and she was sure the redhead was bound to get suspicious that something was up if she keeps on hanging out at Stacie's.
Thus Beca told Aubrey.
And of course Aubrey was thrilled.
Because it would mean a happy ending for her best friend…
…and Beca…
…because, you know, even after everything Aubrey still would not admit that Beca Mitchell has become one of her best friends too.
But something was bugging Aubrey, and Beca could tell.
"What is it?" Beca asked, reading the concern on Aubrey's face.
And so the blonde told her what's on her mind.
Thus start the pacing…
…for the next thirty minutes as Aubrey expressed her thoughts about 'the matter'.
"Beca, if you don't sit down in the next five minutes I will tie you down. You're making me dizzy." Aubrey then said watching the tiny DJ pace the length of their living room.
"Yeah, well I blame you." Beca retorted. "After one whole freaking year you tell me this now?"
"I don't get why you're so upset about it, if you ask me, it's in the past. I didn't tell you sooner because I thought you'd at least eventually talk to Chloe about it and, you know, I'll know because then Chloe would be all cryptic about ways to 'make things better' and that would convince me that you actually are ready for the next step. No secrets. Just you and my best friend." was Aubrey's response.
Beca groaned. "Yeah, well, tell me how you feel when you get blindsided by the fact that your girlfriend's best friend knows one of your deepest secrets and she found out because you had stupid amnesia."
Aubrey sighed. "You're overreacting about this Mitchell. I just thought you ought to know that I found out about it through my personal digging. And I guess, well, judging from how you're reacting right now, that Chloe doesn't know either. Relax, I didn't tell her. I just think that you ought to tell her, you know, face your past. I don't think you can move forward if you're hiding secrets."
"I'll ask for your opinion if I need it Posen." Beca huffed.
"Well, I'm telling you that you do." Aubrey replied. "I think Chloe deserves to know if you're planning a future with her. Besides, it'll give you closure from the past."
"You don't get it Aubrey." Beca argued.
"You're right, maybe I don't. But if anything, please don't blame yourself Beca. It was trivial matter. Okay, maybe not that trivial, but I'm sure you're blowing it out of proportions in your mind."
Beca opened her mouth, tried to say something, but when nothing but garbled noise came out she simply sighed and slumped down the couch next to Aubrey.
"Knowing Chloe, she'll try to fix everything." Beca mumbled, sounding defeated.
And Aubrey smiled. "She does want to make you happy." she then said. "Please tell me you're going to tell her?"
"Maybe. I'll think about it. I wouldn't even know where to begin." Beca replied honestly. "Tell me, Posen, did you… what did you find out about… you know… current situations?"
"Nothing much." Aubrey sighed. "Don't get me wrong, I tried hard. But they seem to be more powerful and influential compared to the von Albrechts so I guess that makes them harder to… um… you know… 'reach' with our unconventional methods."
"Oh." Beca replied thoughtfully.
"What are you so afraid about it Mitchell?"
"That she hates me. That I ruined everything." Beca answered in a low whisper.
"You know Mitchell, I don't think that's the case. So step up and face your fears, you stepped up with everything you've done to make up for missed times with Chloe already. I have faith in you."
"Gee, thanks Aubrey." Beca replied dryly. She could feel Aubrey's eyes on her, studying her face as she looked away, trying to calm herself.
She needed to focus, zero in her sights on the main tasks at hand.
And Aubrey seemed to have the same thoughts as she changed the subject, asking Beca about the details of her grand scheme.
Beca took a deep breath before giving her full attention to Aubrey.
She has to focus on her plans for the coming days.
But as it would seem, as they move towards the future, her missing past was trying to catch up to her.
Especially the things she thought she's left behind.