Prompt: "It's impossible to get rid of me."

Beca's expression was a mixture of disbelief, anger and devastation. She'd been looking for her girlfriend and had ambled out onto the patio by the pool to find Chloe, with her hands pressed to some guy's chest, kissing him.

The brunette's half-gasped cry had interrupted them, and Chloe's expression of utter shock had been enough to confirm Beca's suspicions. She lifted a hand to stop her girlfriend's words and then turned, running away from the scene of the carnage as fast as her legs would carry her.

It was three days later now. Chloe had tried everything she could think of. She'd sent texts, left voicemails, even tried knocking on Beca's bedroom door multiple times but each entreaty had gone unanswered. The brunette hadn't left her room for the rest of the weekend and the rest of the Bellas went on, thinking that she was just hung over after the Friday night party.

Cynthia-Rose was the first to realize something was wrong. Neither of the Bellas co-captains showed up for their Tuesday rehearsal.

"What the hell?" she asked, looking at her watch. "Anyone know where Bechloe are?"

Looking at each other in confusion, each of the Bellas shook her head. "I don't," Emily said with a shrug. "Last time I saw Beca was at the party last Friday, but I saw Chloe making coffee this morning before she went to class."

Just then, the door of the practice space swung open, and Chloe strode in, dropping her bag unceremoniously on the floor as she approached and rubbing her hands together. "Sorry I'm late," she said. "Long day. Why don't we get started."

Again, the Bellas looked at each other. Their redheaded captain looked awful. Her blue eyes were red-rimmed, and her hair was messy, as if she'd spent all day running her hands through it. She wasn't wearing any makeup either which, for Chloe, was pretty much unheard of and she'd forgone her usual contacts lenses for the black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.

"Chloe, what's wrong?" Fat Amy immediately asked, getting up and moving closer, a concerned look on her face. "Where's Beca?"

"I don't know where Beca is," the redhead responded somewhat snippily. "And I'm fine, thank you. So can we please just start rehearsal?"

Of course, the Bellas ignored her and, instead, crowded around her, all talking at once and making Chloe clap her hands over her ears. "STOP IT! STOP! PLEASE!"

Silence fell.

"Please," Chloe whispered, face crumpling into tears. "I... I can't... please." Her knees buckled but she was caught and lowered to the floor as loving arms came around her.

"Chloe," Jessica said softly. "What happened?"

"I... Some drunk guy kissed me and felt me up at the party on Friday night and I was trying to push him off me, but Beca saw it and... and... she won't talk to me or answer my calls or texts. I think she thinks I was cheating on her. And I'm torn between missing her SOOO much and being SOOO mad at her for ignoring me..."

"I'm sorry," a new voice sounded out. Beca had come into the room and was just standing there awkwardly watching the scene. "I'm... I'm so sorry, Chloe."

The Bellas stepped back to make a hole, and the brunette made her way to her girlfriend to kneel in front of her. Chloe stiffened and pulled back. "You didn't trust me," she accused. "You didn't stay long enough to see me slap the guy and shove him off me.

"Dick move, I know, Chlo," Beca replied, eyes brimming with upset. "I was just... caught so off-guard. I didn't know what to think. I should've heard you out and I'm really sorry." She was crying now, and the other Bellas moved away to give them a little more privacy. "But you know me, I went straight to wors case scenario; thought I'd already lost you to that guy. Then, this morning, I had this epiphany. A clue slapped me upside the head, and I realized you'd never do that to me... to us. But please, don't let my being an idiot ruin this, Baby. Please give me another chance?"

For a long moment, Chloe just breathed, letting the anger and exhaustion roll over her. Then she nodded a little and closed her eyes, giving herself a moment to think. Yes, she was mad. Yes, she was hurt but also yes, she loved Beca with all her heart.

"Since it's impossible to get rid of me, Becs, you have some serious making up to do."

"Anything, Chloe, I swear," the brunette whispered. "Anything for you."

Chloe nodded and hugged the smaller woman hard. "He was a real asshole, and I was scared," she whispered.

"I know," Beca whispered back. "I should have kicked his ass instead of running away. I'm so sorry, Babe. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"And Chlo? You look really hot in those glasses."

The redhead chuckled and hugged her girlfriend even harder.