**I have no idea what happened to this update before now - sorry!**
I've found a song that could so perfectly be Chloe singing about Beca throughout their time in college that I'm almost tempted to make a fanvid of it. In fact, I'll make that my next mission once I've finished this fic.
The song is Porcelain by The Lunar Year
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**warning - for those of you with delicate stomachs there is the mention of vomit and puke in this chapter.. I've tried not to be too descriptive!**
Three and a half weeks later and The Bella's were all sat in the booth of a bar in Prague, the final destination of their European Tour. Three hours ago they had successfully completed their final performance and had decided to go to the bar that was around the corner from the large apartment they had been renting for the week. Tomorrow they would return to their respective homes. For now though they were doing as Flo so often said, they were living for tonight! Well…that had been the intention.
Beca sat up straight, her head feeling heavy from the alcohol she had already consumed. That was the thing with the beer here, it was very strong. They were only on their third round and already most of The Bella's were plastered, partly shouting to be heard, partly shouting due to the alcohol. The bar was busy, with a band playing in the corner while people gathered around the small stage and the bar area. Beca felt Chloe put a heavy arm around her shoulders, pushing her mouth over to the brunette's face and slurring rather loudly, "I need…to go…to the bathroom." Beca didn't ask any questions. She slid off the end of the booth seat, holding the back of it to help steady herself. Her head was spinning a little, but she felt strong enough to remain stood. She glanced down and noticed that Chloe had made it to the edge of the booth seat but stopped there, swaying slightly. She was a notorious light-weight.
"I think she's gonna be sick short-stack! Better get her to a bathroom quick!" Beca's stomach sank as Fat Amy called out at her from the middle of the booth seat, squished between Flo and Staci. Was this her responsibility now? She hated sick. She could deal with most things, but sick wasn't one of them.
"I'm not going to be sick!" The redhead slurred angrily, flinging an arm around to point at Amy, and knocking two empty pint glasses in the process, making Jessica and Ashley leap out of the way for fear of beer being spilled down their fronts. "I'm fine! Watch!" and Chloe stood up suddenly. Beca found herself reaching out and grabbing her girlfriend's wrists before she toppled back onto Aubrey, who had dove into Staci to avoid being crumpled. "Becaaa!" Chloe squealed in glee as she put her arm around the petite brunette's shoulders, leaning into her, "You saved me!"
"Come on, let's get you to the bathroom." Beca winced as she struggled slightly under the weight of the woman who was fortunately just about able to walk. Not in a straight line. But anything was better than having to drag her. She could hear a couple of The Bella's wolf-whistle but Beca didn't have the attention span to identify it, instead her entire focus being on getting Chloe to the bar's bathroom as soon as possible. "I'm gonna need you to help me a bit here Chlo." She said, a hint of irritation in her voice as she pulled the redhead away from a couple that they were about to walk into. Chloe leant into her, whispering loudly, "You really care about me don't you Becs?" before letting out a giggle and pushing Beca's hair back sloppily with her free hand.
Beca rolled her eyes as she pulled them through the door of the women's bathroom. She had to admit, she was relieved the lighting wasn't too bright and that they were alone. It meant she wouldn't feel too embarrassed trying to help Chloe into a cubical so the redhead could pee. Her stomach lurched as she felt Chloe pull away from her and stagger over to the sinks, placing her hands on the edge of one to steady herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, taking shaky deep breaths. She wasn't seriously going to be… oh shit!
Beca suddenly found herself sobering up rather quickly as she lunged forward to join her girlfriend, who had just bent over and thrown up into the sink. "Ugh, Becaaa…I'm so sorry…" Chloe groaned. Beca stood beside her, panicking slightly. She had no idea what to do. Shit! She peered tentatively into the sink and suddenly felt queasy as she spied small chunks of food within Chloe's vomit. Beyond anything it was the smell that was getting to Beca, and she turned away with a grimace as Chloe groaned again whilst slurring apology after apology. The brunette tentatively brought a hand up and smoothed it across her girlfriend's back, "Shh…it…it's okay Chlo…"she said unconvincingly, but fortunately Chloe was too drunk to notice, as the redhead began to slowly lose her strength, her upper body beginning to dip dangerously close to the vomity sink. "Woah!" Beca found herself saying as she pulled Chloe to stand up a little straighter. She did not want to end up having to wash vomit out of Chloe's hair when they got back to the Bella's apartment. There were some 'first times' in a relationship that she was happy to keep a mystery, and the experience of washing vomit out of Chloe's hair was one of them.
With her right arm around the redhead's waist, Beca reluctantly reached her left hand out and turned the tap in the hope that running water would wash the vomit down the plug hole. She hadn't anticipated, however, that it would instead fill the sink higher, the chunks having blocked the plug hole. Beca quickly turned the tap off, cursing under her breath as Chloe gasped "Oh no! Becs you're making it worse!" Beca glared at her girlfriend who noticed the expression and immediately looked apologetic before letting out a giggle. The brunette shook her head slightly in disbelief. If someone had told her when she had first met this woman that six years later she would not only rent an apartment with her in NY, but that she would also be in a relationship with her, and that she cared about her so much that she would reluctantly consider having to push her sick down a sink in Prague… Well Beca would've definitely told them where to go!
Beca stared down at the sink, grimaced, and held her breath. Okay, she'd do it. She turned to look at her drunk girlfriend who had slumped back against the wall beside them and was currently staring at her with a lazy, apologetic grin. Beca stared intently into Chloe's eyes trying to ignore the fact that she had just slowly placed her left hand into the sink, speaking firmly, "You're lucky I love you or you'd be doing this yourself right now." The brunette was too focused on trying to ignore how disgusting her hand felt in the sink that she hadn't noticed she had just declared her love for her girlfriend out loud for the first time. After only three and a half weeks of being together. It seemed as though Chloe hadn't really realised either, instead choosing to bring a hand out and affectionately stroke her fingertips through Beca's hair. Though her drunken state meant that what Chloe defined as 'affectionate' was really more rougher than that, "You're looking so hot tonight" she slurred and Beca highly doubted it as she pushed chunks down the plug hole.
The brunette had to bring her arm from around Chloe's waist to swat the redhead's hand away, slightly irritated, a hint that wasn't taken by the other woman, who staggered forward into her, wrapping her arms around her neck with a giggle. But Beca wasn't laughing as she let out a small "argh!", the redhead almost knocking her off balance. Things could've got very messy. Suddenly the door of the bathroom opened and Beca's stomach plummeted as she noticed one of the bar's staff sticking his head into the room, an angry expression on his face as he noticed the vomit in the sink. "I'm cleaning it up! Er...cleaning…it up?" The brunette said awkwardly, trying to act as sober as possible while her girlfriend tried to keep a straight face, giving the man a vague thumbs up while laced around the petite brunette. He stepped out of the bathroom, a suspicious expression on his face as though he didn't quite believe that the American really was cleaning it up.
The moment the door closed Beca resumed frantically pushing the chunks down the plug hole, relieved when she noticed the level of the vomit getting lower. This really wasn't the easiest task now that Chloe had both arms around her neck and was busy planting heavy kisses on the brunette's head. "Let's go home…to our home…in New York…" she mumbled between kisses, "I want…to have sex with you…in every room of our apartment." If Beca hadn't been busy running the tap trying to wipe the last of Chloe's vomit down the drain she would've probably felt pretty turned on right now. But everything about this situation wasn't something to be turned on about.
"We'd better get ready for breakfast" she heard Chloe mumble against the brunette's face as Beca continued to pepper kisses along her jawline. Beca had never known herself to be this affectionate. But there was something about Chloe, the way she smelt, the way she felt, that made Beca addicted to kissing every available part of her soft skin at every available opportunity. They'd had a successful first performance in London last night. The Bella's had returned to the hotel bar for a few celebratory drinks afterwards. Beca and Chloe had wandered up to their hotel room around 1am. No sooner had the door closed behind them they had been tearing at each other's clothes lustfully, fingers running through each others' hair, kissing messily as they fell into bed together, eager to explore one another's bodies. And that was where they'd been since, dozing on and off in each other's arms between sex.
Beca let out a small groan in protest as Chloe sat up in the double bed with a grin, letting out a silent giggle, "You know Aubrey will tell us off if we're late" she said quietly as she made to slide out of bed. Beca reached out, grabbing Chloe's wrist gently, "But she knows about us Chlo. I'm sure she'll understand. Just another 10 minutes?" she begged, and her heart skipped a beat as Chloe turned to face her. The bed sheet that had been delicately covering her body had fallen down from her breasts and Beca felt her breath catch in her throat as the redhead slowly leant towards her, a soft smile on her face as she whispered, "You said that 10 minutes ago. And 10 minutes before that. And 10 minutes before that 10 minutes…" Beca knew she was breathing quickly but she didn't care as she felt lost in the bright blue eyes of her girlfriend, managing to croak out a low "Is it such a crime that I want to spend the whole day in bed with you?" By now Chloe had begun tracing the tip of her nose gently across Beca's, smiles on their faces, as she whispered affectionately, "We have the rest of our lives to spend in bed together…" and the redhead paused to lay a gentle kiss on Beca's lips, "…lives that may be a hell of a lot shorter if we don't go down to breakfast soon."
With a quick peck on the lips Beca reluctantly let Chloe slide out of their bed, "At least we'd die happy?" she offered with a smile, watching the naked redhead giggle as she walked around their bed and into the ensuite. A slightly horrified squeal sounded out and Beca froze. She knew what that squeal meant. Chloe had just looked at her reflection in the mirror. It would be difficult for her not to notice the three small hickeys on her neck that Beca had given her overnight to join the large one she'd given her yesterday before their show.
"Beca!" The brunette slid out of bed and sidled over to the ensuite, crossing her arms over her naked stomach as she stood in the doorway apprehensively. Chloe was leant over the sink, trying to get a closer look at the marks on her neck in the mirror. Beca bit her lip, not even considering for a moment of admitting to Chloe that she was pretty proud of the hickey's she had given her. "How the hell am I supposed to cover these up?!" But the redhead's annoyed tone of voice didn't match her expression of happy disbelief as she smiled at the woman standing in the doorway.
"Dude, I'm gonna need you to stand up for a moment while I wash my hands!" Beca said to her girlfriend strongly, attempting to peel Chloe's arms from around her neck with the cleaner hand. Her stomach plummeted as she heard the bathroom door open again, but to her relief she heard a familiar Australian drawl, "There you two are! I was beginning to worry I'd be walking in on you two making out" the blonde teased, but Beca grimaced slightly, "I am not kissing that mouth tonight!"and motioned to the sink that only had a couple of chunks left.
Amy peered over Beca's shoulder and reacted appropriately for someone who was an Australian wildlife presenter, "Oh relax short-stack, it's only a bit of puke."
"Right…well, Amy…do me a favour? Hold onto this mess while I finish cleaning up please?" And Beca stood up straight, relieved to feel the weight of her girlfriend shift over to Fat Amy as the Australian had no choice but to hold Chloe up, the redhead having staggered over to her obediently. Once Beca was sure that the sink was clean and she had washed her hands thoroughly she turned to Amy, motioning to Chloe as she thanked her for her assistance.
"No worries," the blonde said, pushing Chloe back to Beca, and Beca winced as she felt the weight of Chloe leaning against her again. Had she gotten heavier?! "I think we're all heading back now anyway."the Australian drawled, not entirely steady on her feet herself. The three women left the bathroom and Beca couldn't quite understand how Chloe was worse at walking since throwing up. They approached the booth to find it empty.
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"I'm not going to be sick! I'm fine! Watch!" Aubrey looked dubiously to her left as the redhead, who had just slowly slid to the edge of the booth seat they were sat on, stood up suddenly. Aubrey found herself quickly diving to her right, over Staci who was sat beside her, fearing that Chloe was about to topple backwards onto her. But fortunately Beca had seemed alert enough to reach out and grab Chloe's wrists to steady her.
"Becaaa! You saved me!" The redhead squealed, putting an arm around the petite brunette's shoulders. Aubrey watched the couple walk off to the bathroom. Well, more like Beca struggle to guide Chloe to the bathroom. She suddenly became aware that in her haste to get out of the way of Chloe's impending fall, she had leant firmly into Staci and her right hand still lay in the young woman's lap. Aubrey didn't draw attention to it though as none of The Bella's had appeared to notice, and thanks to the two beers she'd consumed (she was lagging behind the others) she was feeling confident enough to leave her hand there. Particularly as Staci had taken her right hand in her own and was now stroking a thumb across her skin under the booth table. Fat Amy was too busy wolf-whistling to Beca and Chloe who had almost disappeared from sight to notice anything.
"Poor Beca" Cynthia-Rose said with a shake of her head.
"Yeah, I give Chloe two minutes maximum before she chunders everywhere." The Australian said before taking a big gulp of her beer. The Bella's swayed slightly, grimacing at the thought of what Beca was probably going to have to go through. "Still, this has been an eventful tour. Who'd have thought we'd finally get to see Bhloe officially together?"
"Some of us have heard more than we ever wanted to…" Ashley said with another grimace, to which all but Jessica laughed.
It had been no secret over the past three and a half weeks that Beca and Chloe were an item, despite the couple trying to play it as cool as possible around The Bella's. Neither of them had announced it, nor had they been in the slightest bit couple-y in public. Well no more than they had been before their first date. At least, that's what they thought. The Bella's weren't stupid though. They noticed moments when they were all in a group and realised Beca and Chloe had disappeared. Whether it was on the underground in London, on shopping trips, backstage before getting ready for their performances… It had been the poor luck of Jessica and Ashley who had shared the hotel room next door to Beca and Chloe's hotel room in London a couple of weeks back. Both had had to buy earplugs to wear overnight, hating just how thin the walls appeared to be as Beca and Chloe made the most of the honeymoon period they were in.
"Yeah well some of us have seen more than we ever wanted to!" Staci quickly retorted. Aubrey cleared her throat slightly, taking a long sip of beer. It had also been the poor luck of Staci who had walked in on Beca and Chloe in a compromising position before The Bella's first show in Paris last week. Though it had been more of a shock for Aubrey who had appeared behind Staci moments later, neither woman expecting to find anyone in the storage cupboard that they had intended on hiding out in.
Aubrey stood in the large dressing room that all The Bella's were sharing, preparing for their first show in Paris. She was scrolling through their official Instagram page, checking that the photos each Bella seemed to be posting was appropriate enough for public consumption. That it wouldn't taint the Bella's reputation.
She was hovering over a photo that had been posted yesterday, probably by Fat Amy. It was a photo from their flight yesterday morning, of Chloe snoozing on Beca's left shoulder, while Beca leant her head against Chloe's, also snoozing. The redhead had her arms wrapped around Beca's left arm, her right hand fingers entwined with Beca's left hand fingers. The caption of the photo read 'Paris-bound #cityoflove'. Aubrey rolled her eyes, she knew the couple wouldn't have seen the photo, neither wanting to really be a part of the mass-social media surge that Aubrey had insisted The Bella's take part in to promote the group while on tour. She had to admit though, it was a really nice photo!
Suddenly her phone buzzed and her heart leapt into her throat as she read Staci's name: Storage cupboard. Two mins xx
Aubrey's heart began to race with excitement as she glanced over her shoulder and saw Staci walking with purpose out of the room, not looking to see if the blonde was watching her, knowing better than to draw the attention of the rest of The Bella's who were in the room. They'd been bad enough about Beca and Chloe. It would ruin everything if they began talking about them too. Because that was the thing about Aubrey and Staci. They were under a strict, unspoken agreement that this thing that was going on between them at the moment, that had been going on for almost three weeks now, would just be staying on tour. Come their final date of the tour next week they would part ways. Probably never to see each other again. And Staci seemed alright with that. And Aubrey told herself that she was alright with that. And so the two women had been more than happy to ride out the sexual tension throughout the daytimes, and find somewhere to heavily make out in the evenings.
After what Aubrey believed to be two minutes, though in reality it was less than a minute, she casually sauntered out of the dressing room and down a long corridor towards the storage cupboard that she and Staci had scouted out when The Bella's had visited the venue this morning. She looked over her shoulder, pleased to see nobody was there to see them, and smiled as she dashed over to the tall brunette who appeared to be stood in the doorway. Aubrey brought a hand out, smoothing it over Staci's back. But the woman had remained frozen to the spot, looking into the cupboard, and the blonde followed her gaze.
Her stomach plummeted as she saw Chloe being pushed up against the back wall of the small cupboard by Beca, who had her hand down the front of Chloe's jeans while they kissed each other ferociously on the lips. A low moan sounded from Chloe as Beca trailed kisses down from her mouth to suck and kiss the redhead's neck, both breathing heavily. Aubrey could now understand how Chloe had so many love-bites. Beca not only appeared to suck with reckless abandon but Chloe appeared to thrive off the sensation she felt when Beca gave them to her. Aubrey could also understand why Staci was frozen to the spot. This had definitely not been expected.
Aubrey felt her stomach lurch as Chloe fluttered her eyelids open and, upon seeing the two women staring at her in shock from the doorway, pushed Beca from her neck with a short squeal. The petite brunette had appeared confused at her girlfriend's actions but soon realised why Chloe was acting the way she was. "Shit!" Beca muttered under her breath, quickly pulling her hand out from inside Chloe's jeans and standing up straight.
"We'll…leave you guys to finish up…" Staci said awkwardly, closing the door whilst stepping backwards into Aubrey who had been peering at the couple from just behind her. The two 'intruders' walked back up the corridor to the dressing room. Aubrey felt too shocked at what she'd just seen to feel disappointed that her and Staci's prospective hiding place was already occupied. For some reason it hadn't crossed her mind that Beca and Chloe were having a sexual relationship. Which, based on what Jessica and Ashley had told The Bella's about the noises they had heard from their hotel room in London, was entirely stupid of her. Of course they were having a sexual relationship.
Before meeting Beca, Chloe had been so sexually active that Aubrey had often wondered how they'd ever become best friends, their opinions of how best to spend a night out differing immensely. Aubrey had always maintained back then that a few drinks and perhaps a bit of dancing was the best way. Chloe had always maintained that partying hard, kissing as many guys as possible, then ending the night with a one night stand was the best way. Then Beca fell into their lives. And Chloe had spent the remaining three years of her college life practically sex-free, as though fearing that she would essentially be cheating on Beca, even though they weren't together in the slightest.
"I'm going to get some fresh air." Aubrey announced, feeling flushed as she'd thought back on walking in on Beca and Chloe last week. Her head swam slightly as she slid away from Staci and over to the end of the booth seat, hearing Staci mutter that she'd join her. As far as Aubrey was concerned none of The Bella's had picked up on the fact that she and Staci were having a fling, and it was probably thanks to Beca and Chloe. She swerved around the people within the bar before yanking the bar door open and stepping outside into the chilly air.
Aubrey didn't stop walking, deciding to make her way down to the end of the building. She turned a sharp left to stand at the top of an alleyway, confident that she was out of sight. Confident that Staci was following her. And sure enough, the tall model appeared before her. Neither woman paused to talk or even look at each other, the beer and fresh air taking charge of their actions as their lips crashed against each other. Staci pushed Aubrey against the brick wall behind her, and despite the cold Aubrey boldly reached under Staci's shirt to pull down her bra and release one of her breasts to fondle.
If someone had told Aubrey even as soon as four weeks ago that by the end of this European Tour she would be involved in a passionate fling with a woman she would have yelled very angrily at them and sent them away. But here she was, being pushed up against a wall, down an alleyway by Staci, one of her hands fondling Staci's breasts while the other was reached around, gripping onto one of Staci's ass cheeks. She tried to pull the tall brunette closer to her but there really wasn't much more space to fill without them taking their clothes off. And other than the odd blouse removal neither woman had been naked in front of the other.
They didn't talk. They never normally did. There were never any whispers of sweet nothings in each other's ears. No compliments. No mention about what they were doing at the present time. And absolutely no mention of the future. Of what would happen once they finished this tour. Because there was no future for them.
Aubrey wasn't sure how long they had been out there for, but soon she could hear The Bella's laughing loudly as they stumbled out of the bar together. The two women broke their kiss. Aubrey pulled her hand from Staci's top, wiping her face in the hope that her lipstick wasn't too smudged. Hoping that it wasn't too noticeable. She froze as Staci took her hands. This didn't happen. The moment they finished any make-out session, Staci would immediately walk off. But the tall model remained pressed against Aubrey's body, gripping her hands firmly by their sides.
The blonde looked up and into Staci's green eyes and her breath caught in her throat, her heart racing. This was the most intimate moment the two had ever shared, and it terrified her. Terrified her because she feared she may actually be falling for this girl. Something that they had sworn they wouldn't do. This was a fling. What happens on tour stays on tour. They lived on opposite sides of the country to one another. They wouldn't even be able to use the excuse of 'booty calls' because they wouldn't live anywhere near each other to warrant the journey just for a make out session. Aubrey saw Staci bite her lip, as though trying to prevent herself from saying something. And she said nothing, instead giving Aubrey a seductive wink, before stepping away from her and walking out of the alleyway to join The Bella's. Aubrey gulped. What would her father think?
I'm going to let you in on a secret. I'm in my twenties. And I went on a European trip with my friends several years ago. Let's just say the situation with BeChloe and Fat Amy and the puking in bathroom? It's based on a true story. I was the Fat Amy in real life. And my two besties were two who I had spent a long time thinking would make a top couple despite one being 'straight' as it was so blatantly obvious that they dug each other. Then I found out on that trip that they were more than best friends. So yet again I was the Fat Amy to their BeChloe. I'm not saying all the scenes in this fic are based on true stories..but some of them are..and it's literally the BEST being able to retell it with BeChloe!
One more chapter to go! Then Epilogue(s). Then I'll need a little break to kinda finish my finals. THEN I'll be starting a new BeChloe story filled with one-shots and loveliness :)
Thank you again for the love and patience!
Keep them reviews a'comin' and I'll try to post the final chapter in the next couple of days xx