Prompt: "You have to choose now."
A/N: How PP3 should have ended?
Chloe was standing with her hands perched on her hips as Chicago and Beca glared at each other. The brunette had come off stage after her special USO performance and she was feeling a little overwhelmed by it all. Then she'd seen Chloe kissing Chicago and her world had collapsed. Fat Amy had found her crying and pried the truth out of her.
"What…" Chloe held up a hand. "Is going on here?"
"Nothing!" Beca exclaimed. "It's nothing, Chlo."
"It's not nothing!" Chicago almost screeched. "I heard her talking to Fat Amy and it's definitely not nothing!"
Chloe looked back and forth between them. "I still don't know what's happening?"
Fat Amy just looked around. "Lesbihonest… again."
Chicago turned, pointing a big finger in the petite brunette's face. "She's in love with you and she's trying to come between us!" He folded his arms petulantly. "You have to choose between us, and you have to choose now."
Chloe was so stunned that she just shook her head. "Wait, I'm… Becs, is this true?"
"Which part?" Beca mumbled, looking down.
The redhead moved closer to her friend. "Are you in love with me?"
"Yes," Fat Amy said and Beca slowly turned to make big eyes at her.
"Thanks, Amy. Um… yeah… I might be actually."
"HA!" Chicago exclaimed. "Now you definitely have to choose! Tell her it's me you want to be with, Chloe!"
But Beca shook her head. "No, actually," she said. "You don't have to choose, Chlo. Because you'll always have me, no matter what. I'm always going to love you, even if we're just friends."
The redhead looked down biting her bottom lip as tears welled in her eyes. Chicago kept pressing. "Tell her, Chloe."
Beca just waited, her gold jacket and skirt sparkling in the light from the floodlamps of a nearby fountain. She offered her friend a tentative smile and then closed her eyes, letting out a long breath.
"Tell her you want to be with me, Chloe," Chicago said again.
But then there was a collective gasp and Beca opened her eyes to see her best friend standing in front of her, tears creeping down her cheeks. "You're really in love with me?" she whispered.
Beca nodded and took a breath to reply, but Chloe's hands were already holding her cheeks and Chloe's lips were suddenly the softest things she'd ever experienced as they captured her mouth. Beca kissed her back, hardly believing this was happening.
"I choose you," Chloe said then, as she eased back and pressed their foreheads together. "And I should've done it a long time ago, Beca."
The brunette grinned. "Dude, I could have said something t..."
But Chloe was already kissing her again.