A/N: New story! So I just got this crazy fantasy about Chloe being homeless and Beca helping her getting back on her feet and ofcourse they have to fall in love with each other :3 do not like, do not read.

"This awesome singer-songwriter and DJ, who is currently writing a new album, has once again won a 'best newcomer' award. This makes her one of the best uprising music producers in this century. Put your hands together for Beca Mitchell!"

The audience applauded and music started to play through the speakers as Beca made her way onto the podium.

"Hi Beca, how are you doing?"

"Hey Ellen, I'm good, thank you so much for having me."

They shook hands and they both took their seats.

"So, Beca let's talk about your new album that you're going to write. What will be in that new album?"

"I actually don't know yet. I have a few songs in mind, but I still need to work it out."

"Well, it's a start." Ellen and Beca both chuckled. "Are you going to collaborate with other artists? I mean, you won three best newcomer awards, music producers will fall in line I think."

Again Beca let out a chuckle. "Maybe, who knows?"

"Well Beca, you make me and your fans very curious." Ellen smiled. "So next we're going to play a game. It's called Oh Caption, My Caption, since you're so funny on twitter. You get 10 seconds to come up with a caption."

After they played the game it was time for Beca to leave the show.

"Thank you so much for your time, Beca. Good luck with your new album. For the last time everybody: Beca Mitchell!"

The audience clapped and whistled. Beca just stood there with her sheepish grin. She still couldn't believe this was actually happening. Not after all what happened. When she was 10, her father had left. She only had her mom in her life. When she was 17, she told her mother that she was bisexual. Her mother was very supportive. Two years later, her mom died, so she had to go back to her father, who was married to Sheila. She went to Barden University and when she graduated she moved to LA to become a DJ. She broke up with Jesse a few months ago, because she loved him more as a friend, though they still held contact. A few months after Jesse was dating Aubrey and he was actually much happier with her. And now, a year after she moved to LA, she had won three awards of 'best newcomer' in the music industry. She was 25 now and she had everything she could ever ask for. At least, that what's she thought.

Beca made her way back of the podium. She was proud of herself. All she ever wanted to be was a successful DJ and though she still has a long way to go, she made a jumpstart. Once she was lead outside she was greeted by a bunch a journalists and flashing lights before she was lead to her car. She pushed her way through the crowd. She still didn't like the attention she got. Sometimes it was just a little too much.

Once she was in the car she texted her friend Stacie the address of the club she was going to to celebrate her award wins. Beca arrived at the club and she saw already journalists standing outside. Since she was a little early, she decided to wait in the car, not wanting attention from the journalists.

Stacie arrived a few minutes after and together they went inside. Inside they were greeted by Jesse and Aubrey, who also came to celebrate. They hugged each other and went to the bar to get a few drinks. They all took some shots and Beca was already a little tipsy.

"Come on Stace, dance with me!" Beca yelled over the music. Beca grabbed Stacie by her arm and slurred her to the dancefloor. Beca and Stacie began dancing and not much later Jesse and Aubrey joined in.

They all had fun and after a while they went back to the bar to take more shots. Once they got their shots, everyone raised their glasses.

"To Beca!" they all yelled. Beca at this point, was pretty drunk.

They stayed at the club a little longer but at 2 am they all went home. Beca was brought back to her apartment. She managed to go upstairs and when she reached her bedroom, she fell on the bed. Not even bothering to take off her clothes and change into something comfortable for the night, she fell asleep.

Beca awoke the next morning at 9 am with the feeling if she was hit by a bus.

"Aargh." Beca groaned and grabbed her head. She stood up the get some Advil for her pounding head. She went to the kitchen and then she saw that she didn't have any Advil.

"Great. Now I have to get some." She groaned sarcastically.

Beca went upstairs again, changed into something wearable and brushed her teeth and hair.

On her way to the supermarket she was engrossed in her phone, texting Stacie about the little party they had last night with Aubrey and Jesse.

Beca didn't look where she was walking and she stumbled. She looked down on what she might could have stumbled on and she saw a pair of feet. She looked up and saw the bluest eyes somebody could ever have.

"I'm sorry miss…" the redheaded woman with the blue eyes spoke. "You have some change?"

"What? You let me stumble and now you're asking me for change?" Beca stood dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry…" the woman let her eyes fall.

Beca just turned around and walked away. Immediately she regret her action. There was something about this woman. She looked so young and so… so innocent. This woman definitely doesn't belong on the streets.

Beca snapped out of her thoughts. Why was she here again? Oh yeah, to buy Advil for her headache.

A while later she was back at her apartment with Advil. She didn't have to go out of her apartment today, so Beca decided to just relax a little and then later to work on her music. She still needed to make and write a lot of songs. She didn't even have a deadline for her new album, but better safe than sorry.

At 12 am Beca was getting hungry. She then realized she hadn't got breakfast. That explains why she's hungry. Well, not really because Beca's always hungry, sometimes she's still like a teenager.

Beca decided to go out and buy lunch. She went to her favourite place, Starbucks.

"Can I have the Cinnamon Dolce Latte and a chocolate croissant?"

"Yes miss, will be done in a minute."

"Thank you." And Beca paid.

Once Beca got her lunch she went to 'her' booth in the back of the shop where she stared out of the window and sipped her coffee, just looking out of the sight of LA. The hot coffee burned her lunges and it made her feel warm from the inside, since it was getting pretty cold outside. She ate her croissant and went back home. When she opened the door she saw a flash of red flying towards her. It bumped in her and they both fell to the ground. Beca looked up and saw a familiar pair of eyes and red hair.

"You again?"

"I'm sorry miss…" the woman said shyly.

"No, it's okay. Here, let me help you up." Beca stood up and reached out her hand. The woman looked at her hand and it seemed that she hesitated. Then she grabbed it and Beca helped her to stand up. When the woman grabbed Beca's hand, she felt a tingling. How could her hands be so soft? Beca looked the woman in the eyes.

"I'm sorry I was so rude last time." Beca smiled and grabbed her purse and took a 10 dollar billet out of it. "Here. Take this. You may need it."

Now it was the other woman who stood dumbfounded.

"Well…" Beca spoke awkward, because the other woman was still staring at her. "I guess I have to go."

"Wait. Thank-thank you…" she stumbled over her words.

Beca waved goodbye and turned around. If she looked back she would see that the woman was still staring at her. But she didn't. Instead she walked back to her apartment. The redheaded woman was in her mind the whole walk back to her apartment. There is just something about her that Beca couldn't describe. She was just really drawn to her. Maybe it was that she looked so young, or maybe it was her fiery red hair, or her eyes, that looked so sad and broken and they made Beca to wanting to find out her story. Or maybe it were her clothes, which were ripped and dirty. But Beca didn't care. She couldn't deny she found the woman beautiful.

Beca shrugged all these thoughts off. Don't have hope Beca. People always leave. Your dad left once, your mother left for good, and all your friends you ever had in high school are gone, and of all the friends you made in college you only have Stacie, Jesse and Aubrey left. People leave.

A/N: Let me know what you think of this story, I like to get feedback. I hope you guys like it so I should continue this.

I also writing an another story, their love conquers all, also a bechloe fic, so check that out too.

(I hope) onto the next time!

~bechloeeverywhere