Prompt: "When it comes to flirting, you're as subtle as a brick."

A/N: Back to a bit of fluff after the angsty last chapter!

"What are we doing here?" Beca whispered as she looked into Chloe's eyes. The redhead was lying facing her and upside down.

"We're bonding." Chloe replied, brushing a strand of hair from Beca's forehead and chuckling softly as the brunette swatted her hand away. "You seem so tense. Do you need a back rub?"

"Several body parts are rubbing my back right now, thank you," Beca stated, scowl firmly on her face.

Chloe thought it was completely adorable and she smiled, keeping her voice to a whisper. "You know, Beca, we're very close, but I feel like this retreat is really gonna let us discover everything about each other."

Dar eyebrows lifted. "Is that right?"

Chloe managed to move closer. There was barely a hair's breadth between them. "You know, one of my biggest regrets is that I didn't do enough experimenting in college. Care to volunteer?"

The redhead's blue eyes were infinitely soft in the lamplight of the tent and Beca swallowed as she felt something... tight... in her chest. "You're so weird," she managed to huff out, but it wasn't enough. She needed to put some distance between herself and her best friend before she did something stupid like...

She quickly got up, grabbed her sleeping bag and pillow and stormed out of the tent. Chloe closed her eyes and sighed, then grabbed her own stuff, ignoring the ooooohs and teasing from the other Bellas.

"Mom and Dad are fighting," she heard Fat Amy say as she left the tent.

"Beca is definitely the dad," Cynthia-Rose added.

The camp was lit only with moonlight and sporadic torches, but it was enough for Chloe to see where Beca had gone. The petite brunette was sitting on her sleeping bag in a patch of grass, and she was looking up at the sky.

The redhead made her way over and spread her sleeping bag out too, to sit down, quiet for a moment as she thought about what to say. She'd almost decided on something when Beca spoke first. "Sorry," she said, eyes still on the stars. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just... stressed out right now."

Chloe nodded. "I didn't mean to make you feel worse back there with my clumsy attempt at fliting with you. I'm normally a lot more subtle."

Beca laughed. "Chloe, when it comes to flirting, you're as subtle as a brick."

The redhead's mouth dropped open in indignation, but she didn't exactly deny the charge. Instead, she chuckled softly. "Then why are you always so oblivious when I try it with you?"

Beca blinked. "Uh..."

Chloe rolled her eyes and lay back, gazing at the stars herself. "I've been trying to flirt with you for years but, you never get it, Becs." There was a teasing tone to her words but the soft sigh at the end betrayed her disappointment.

"You have? Like for real?" Beca was slightly amazed.

"Yeah," the redhead said. "I guess I just have to accept that you don't... want me like that." She glanced at her friend and then looked back at the inky sky.

Beca was quiet for a while but then she lay back herself and turned onto her side, resting her hand under her cheek. "I... noticed. I just... always thought it was you just having fun and enjoying making me squirm."

"Oh, I DO enjoy that," Chloe grinned and Beca couldn't help but laugh. "But I was also trying to tell you that... I like you, Beca. More than just a friend. But it's cool if you don't feel that way about me."

Beca's eyes were shimmering in the moonlight, and she nodded a little. "But what if I do? Feel that way about you, I mean?"

The redhead turned onto her side to face her friend, a little hopeful smile lifting her lips. "Well... I guess if... you really feel that way about me, you probably want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you right now."

"Mmmm..." Beca replied seriously. "There's a distinct possibility that that might be true."

Chloe took a moment to sort through those words and then a bright smile lit her entire face. "That's a yes."

"That's a yes," the brunette agreed, and then they were pulling each other closer by the front of their shirts and kissing like they'd been starved of it for years. Which, Chloe hazily thought, they probably had.

Then they eased apart, blushing a little and laughing as cheering came from the direction of the Bella tent.

"Mom and Dad made up... and made out!" Amy yelled, voice echoing loudly in the quiet. "FINALLY!"

Beca and Chloe went back to kissing and then slept in each other's arms as the stars gazed right back down on them.