Author's note: And I did it! Me, queen of procrastination, has completed something AHEAD OF SCHEDULE! This is Aubrey/Beca/Chloe/Emily/Stacie because why not go all out on the last day?

Stacie opened the door to the home she shared with Beca and Emily, unsurprised to find a crying Chloe on their doorstep. "Get yourself in here"

"She's really going through with it." Chloe cried, throwing herself into the tall brunette's arms. "Aubrey's marrying A MAN."

"I know Chlo." Stacie said, hugging Chloe tightly. "Trust me, none of us are happy about it. Beca is every bit as livid as you are."

"I know she's miserable, but she won't do anything about it." Chloe said, pulling away from Stacie. "I love her. Why isn't that enough?"

"She's scared." Stacie said, pulling out her phone and sending a text. By now, Beca and Emily had joined them. "They'll take care of you, I have to go out for a bit. Everyone arrange to take the next two weeks off, we're going to Chloe's family's cabin." Stacie kissed Chloe "I love you. I'll be back, and hopefully, things will be better."

"Stacie, what are you doing here?" Aubrey asked, as she opened her hotel room door. "You shouldn't be here."

"NEITHER SHOULD YOU!" Stacie shouted. "What the fuck are you doing Aubrey Lynn Posen? This is not you. Jesus fucking christ Bree, you're gay for fuck's sake!"

"Keep your voice down please." Aubrey begged, her eyes full of fear.

"Sorry Bree, but you know this is not right." Stacie said, calming.

"I have to get married, it's a requirement of my trust." Aubrey explained. "I can't come out, my family will disown me."

"Your sister won't, she's the one who told me where you were." Stacie explained. "You're a smart woman Bree, you've got a law degree from HARVARD. You don't need some silly trust, you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. And then there's me, I've got a PhD from MIT. Chloe's a veterinarian, Beca and Emily are two of the most popular performers in the world right now. We can take care of you. Besides, does your trust say you can't marry a woman? Does it say you specifically need a 'husband'?"

"It just says I need to be married before I'm 30." Aubrey acknowledged.

"Let me put it to you this way." Stacie took the blonde's hand. "Do you really want to go to Hawaii and lose your gold star to some dude named Derek who I promise you WILL cheat on you if he already isn't? Or, would you rather spend the next two weeks naked in a secluded mountain cabin with four women who adore you? Any of whom will gladly you marry you just so you can complete the obligations of your trust. Chloe is the one you should be marrying tomorrow. Or me. Or Emily. Or Beca."

"You're right." Aubrey sobbed. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Come home with me." Stacie said, smiling.

"Honeys, I'm home." Stacie called out as she and Aubrey entered the house.

"BREE!" Chloe called out, pulling the blonde to her and kissing her. "You're here! Does that mean?"

"Yes sweetie." Aubrey said, kissing Chloe again. "I can't apologize enough."

"Don't marry Derek." Chloe begged. "Marry me."

"Done." Aubrey smiled, kissing Chloe one more time