Prompt: "How do you become accidently married?"
Beca woke up suddenly, mouth as dry as the desert not far from her hotel, and with a pounding headache that made her stomach roll before she'd even moved.
"Oh God..." she groaned, moving her hand to her eyes to block the sunlight streaming in through the window. Beca slowly lifted her head to survey her surroundings. She recognized the hotel room. It was some Las Vegas property she couldn't remember the name of, and she'd performed there the night before in front of a sold-out crowd. Fame was cool that way, but the nights and venues all blurred together over time.
She was about to drag herself up enough to look at her phone when another loud moan scared her half to death and she quickly rolled over, clutching her sheet to her bare chest to see who her bedmate was. The intruder was lying face down, red waves cascading over the pillow and sheets pooled around her waist. Beca swallowed at the sight of the curve of the woman's creamy skin and suddenly, everything came flooding back.
Meeting Chloe with her group of bachelorette party friends at the bar after her show; drinking WAY too much with them; going out onto the strip and walking around, drinking even more; helping a staggering redhead to her room to sleep off too much champagne; the hug and kiss goodnight; the longer kiss goodnight which turned into incredible sex...
"Chlo? You awake?"
"Oh my God," Chloe suddenly said, lifting her head and then rolling over, clutching her own part of the sheet to HER bare chest. Her light blue eyes were red-rimmed, and her mascara had made the trek of shame down underneath them "We..." She looked around the room. The suite was amazing, fit for a star like Beca Mitchell for sure, but all Chloe could see were the hastily discarded clothes on the floor, the evidence of her cheating on her fiancé. "Oh my God," she said again, her hand lifting to her mouth.
"Hey, listen it's ok," the singer replied. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?"
"That's not funny," the redhead glared. Then she gasped again and almost choked on it. "What the actual FUCK, Beca!" She held up her hand and pointed at a gold band sitting on her left ring finger.
Beca swallowed as she looked down at her own hand, then closed her eyes and let out a breath. She was wearing the ring's twin. "Oh God." The memories of standing in front of Elvis and saying 'I do' were sketchy at best, but they were there. "Looks like we got married accidentally."
"Beca," Chloe said, taking deep calming breaths. She was, after all, one of the two married parties. "How does anyone end up getting married accidentally?"
Beca tried to remember. There was a chocolate shop... with milkshakes… and Chloe had looked so beautiful and... "Jesus Christ, Chlo, we kissed at that diner, and then YOU proposed to ME!"
"I did not!" the redhead replied, completely scandalized. "I already have a fiance!"
The brunette looked down, rubbing absently at the gold band. "Who you don't want to marry. You asked me to marry you so you wouldn't have to marry him. I guess it made total sense at the time."
"What?! No... I do want to... I..." Chloe trailed off, looking down at the diamond engagement ring nestled behind her new wedding ring.
"I remember what you told me last night, Chloe," Beca said gently. "How you didn't want to disappoint him when he asked before leaving for Afghanistan."
"Fuck," the redhead whispered and then buried her face in her hands. "I did, didn't I. I remember everything now. What have I done, Becs?!"
"You admitted the truth about how you feel about me, and we can't really put that genie back in the bottle, Chlo. You have to tell Chicago the truth too. Honey, you can't marry a man you don't love. You know how it'll end."
"I know," Chloe sighed softly. She looked at her rings again and slid them both off, but to Beca's surprise, she set the diamond ring on the nightstand and slid the gold band back onto her finger. Then her eyes met the brunette's. "I think we need to talk."