Authors Note: Bechloe is my OTP. So most of my fanfics are about them-i actually bit off more than i can chew posting all three of them-hence the late update on this one. But i'll try to steadily and regularly keep updating all of them- if you'll all just stick with me. I have a lot of exciting things planned for this one. So sit back enjoy.


It turns out Adam Levine is a really nice guy. You don't know why you would think otherwise, some preconceived notion about male lead singers in bands maybe? He actually goes out of his way- he makes you feel at ease as he sits you down in one of the offices. Together him and Benji/ Mr. Applebaum lay down your schedule for the week; some coverage on your background story where you come from something like that and also a photo shoot. But none of the practicing stuff just yet, though he does ask you to provide the songs in your repertoire just so he can get a gist of what songs you like singing, your musical preferences.

After requesting to hear you sing a scale, he looks pretty satisfied towards the end of it. The meeting draws to a close as Adam is gently reminded that he needs to be somewhere right after by one of his assistants, "Thanks Chloe, at this rate I'm hoping I still have something left to teach you- I'll be having it easy with you." He moves to shake your hand.

"I'll try not to disappoint coach" you say giving him a salute right after you drop his hand.

"Please, you can call me Adam, it was nice meeting you Chloe- I meant what i said you won't regret it, I'm determined to see you through to the finale. I really was lucky you chose me, though I somehow got the feeling i wasn't your first choice..." You were ready to leave but that stops you in your tracks.

"Uh-what makes you say that?" the pause you had given before saying his name had been quite long

"Just a feeling...and also the candy-taken-from-a-baby-face you were sporting when our Miss Mitchell only turned once you had finished. You a big fan of hers?" There's a definite twinkle to his eyes, he could be asking so much more in that one question.

You are trying to school your features, but all that comes out is,"That's definitely an understatement"

"Noted. Okay, okay-I'll get going" He gives you a wide grin and a friendly pat on his way out as his people swarm around following him, his secretary, production assistants, Benji too, as he slips out handing you a card...

"We'll keep in touch Chloe-Don't call us we'll call you..." he was in a hurry just a moment ago but he does a double-take as his eyes zero in on your watch and he completely stops "Hey wait is that a Star Wars The Empire Strikes back collection timepiece?" He's supposed to be following Adam but he's still talking to you..."Er-yeah my grandfather was always very fond of it, he introduced the first few films to me when I was younger-so I bought this for him during one of his birthdays...I guess i wore it today without really thinking-for luck I guess."

"It's really nice watch, I bet your grandfather really likes it..." For the first time since meeting him-Benji gives you a truly unhurried genuine smile...he looks younger with it.

"Yeah, he did..." Your tone immediately softer

"He seems like one cool guy-I would've liked to share Star Wars with someone too-I mean not a lot of people I know think it's respectable for a grown man to still dress up and collect "toys" here he motions the quotation marks, " -as they call it...so do you guys maybe go to conventions or..."

"Well no, we haven't really-I've been busy"

"Oh-it's really great, I bet your grandfather would like to go to one, you could take him, I tell you it's heaven; people dressed up, all the merchandise and no one makes fun of you-well sometimes the characters tend to argue about who's the best...Wait, I can be the one to tell you when the next one is! It's the month after the next-no, wait here's a better idea...we can go together."

You really don't know how to stop him at this point, Benji's all worked-up beyond just plain excited. Poor guy he must not really have any guy pals or just friends to go with.

"Okay, sounds good Benji, " you say, trying to break it to him gently. "-but...I don't think my grandfather can go, No he uh really he can't...he's indisposed... right...now"

"Of course he can! Every Star War fanatic should be able to experience it just once-I think he would really like it. He won't forgive you for not taking him Chloe, for as long as he lives." Benji goes as far to hold your shoulders you think he wants to shake some sense into you-

Oh gods you give up.

"That's the thing, Benji my Grandpa's no longer living-he hasn't been around for quite... a while now", but you're still not used to it. It still hurts every time you say it out loud, whenever you acknowledge that he's gone forever

"oh-oh! he's- i'm sorry, argh I don't really pick up on hints or just any social cues very well." Now he's getting worked up in another sadder way.

"Benji, your needed at the set!" one of the runners come by running as he says so

"It's alright Benjie...okay?" You give him a pat on the shoulder as he makes to leave hopefully it's reassuring "Hey you need to go right? We'll talk more about Star Wars some other time"

His face momentarily lights up but he continues on somewhat downtrodden... he turns then, "I would like that, and I really am sorry Chloe..."

"Or so you already said...and like I said it's alright...you didn't know. Next time, Benji" you give him one last wave as you part ways.

Now that, was an interesting first day. You liked how some people tended to surprise you, being so much more different than they first seemed;Adam not only being a charmer but he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. Benji Applebaum had seemed like an impatient, clipped, serious sort until a while ago... but you were glad that Beca had been exactly as you imagined her to be, perfect.


The rest of the week goes by relatively slow... and thankfully without a hitch as you distance yourself away from all things The Voice-related. You resume the normal lifestyle.

But normalcy came with a price, you had to resort to the next best thing being away from Beca- you resort to your long-time hobby of Beca-watching, keeping tabs on her current activities, her whereabouts- Somehow it didn't really seem enough, now that you'd seen the real living breathing thing. (and thank goodness that you're on an official break from work anyways)

Had it really been almost a week ago when you were face to face with the object of your obsession? The whole interaction between the two of you had seemed like something from a dream. Note to self make sure to change some of the details to something more romantic-to anything other than outside a bathroom stall for when you recount the story to yours and Beca's kids in the future.

But you couldn't deny it, you had clicked. She seemed to genuinely like you, you can tell...well just enough from the little that you had said to each other in the limited amount of time. Why be surprised though, Beca was always a very sociable friendly person Another thing you had in common.

The media doesn't disappoint, you see her everywhere-and currently right now on your television. Beca's been in the news more often as of late, though you tended to blur out the reason as to why: her engagement to longtime on and off again boyfriend Jesse freaking Swanson

Whatever engaged didn't mean married-not just yet, not if you had anything to say about it... you'll see-she'll be yours soon.

"Soon Babe, soon." you say your face inches away from hers-as it should rightfully be... You're interrupted out of your conversation with Beca when Aubrey gets in.

"Chloe, you better not be talking to the television set again, and I swear if I catch you making out with it one more time..." Aubrey says as she sets down her suitcase and some groceries that she picked up on the way home from work.

"Okay, that was just the one time-" that Aubrey had seen. She didn't need to know about the others.

"I honestly don't know what you see in her..." Aubrey was always more snarky when tired...

"She's perfect- she's really funny, she's beautiful-a good conversationalist..." You just barely glance at Aubrey too preoccupied with watching Beca's interview where she's all out grinning, you remember that particular smile of hers, you remember that smile being directed at you-you can't help but grin in return.

"So are most normal people..." Aubrey says as she settles sown on the coach after ridding herself of her coat and shoes.

You are shot straight out of your happy place-"Are you trying to say she's not normal or something?"

"I meant... like a regular person, a non-celebrity, though she does use too much eye make-up much more than a normal person really needs and those... those piercings what is she some goth-emo-hard edged chick? Also she seems a bit cocky." You done, you done now...

"She's actually not like that at all, she's really nice!" You try not to get to defensive when talking about Beca to Aubrey, she just didn't understand.

"And you know this personally, do you?" Aubrey fires at you, her eyes glinting knowing full well what she's doing knowing this is what the witnesses on the stand experience when lawyer Aubrey Posen questions them during a court hearing, were they are put in their place and the opposing counselors suitably intimidated. But you've been friends a long time and you actually know how to put Aubrey in her place by now...but only when the situation calls for it,

"Yeah, we've actually already met...had an actual conversation together... the two of us, alone..." You say this off-handly

She looks impressed for a second, you can tell she wants to ask the how and the why- but she doesn't miss a beat

"So-did she put a restraining order on you yet? I mean, you were probably standing there with your tongue hanging out-or worse went all energizer-bunny and you were all-over her, I won't put that one past you, I've seen you do some pretty crazy stuff when it comes to Beca."

"You always exaggerate-I'm not that crazy..."

"Oh really, remember that one time when you almost used up your credit card to buy one of her signed Broadway posters from when she was a kid just starting out? You went and found it on ebay and ended up having to borrow money... from your mother."

"I had saved up for that-there are only 3 of those out there Aubrey, and the one who posted it had set a deadline for the bidding and it was a sure thing till he or she decided to extend it another day and so more people started bidding higher for it, I just had to have it alright...it's the crowning piece in my collection."

She rolls her eyes at that, "What about just a few weeks ago, you almost tore the hand of one of those girls to get the last Beca Mitchell earphones?"

"I'd been waiting in line for them for hours, Bree." you whine at her, begging for her to understand.

"Yeah I was there too, you practically dragged me to the shop at the crack of dawn...I don't get it, who in the right mind would line up for earphones, oh wait..." She's doing the whole amused best-friend thing. No, more like the older sister thing, now mercilessly teasing.

"I'm not that over the top, and I had gotten my hands on them first and they were the last in the color I liked, it was navy blue the same color of Beca's eyes." People didn't really know it, that Beca had blue eyes- they were a dark shade almost black, till they were up close...and you, had gotten that close.

"What am I to do with you, Chlo-how can I cure you?"

"You don't need to say that just because you don't get it, I don't hate on the things you like..." you act exactly like the younger sister, all petulant.

"I'm just saying Chloe-you know I love you-" Aubrey wisely backtracks knowing she hit a nerve,"- but it's really unhealthy having someone in that high a regard... she's practically on top of a pedestal-I don't want you to get hurt with unreal expectations just take it easy alright?" She holds your hand now soothing you, you heave a sigh in release of all the negative energy...things are silent for a while as you both watch the screen no longer on Beca Mitchell.

"-so just keep it in your pants ok, don't start humping her or anything."

"Bree!" you shout astounded as she just giggles, getting away from you and the couch pillow you throw at her as fast as she can.

You'll deal with her later. For now, there are more pressing concerns as you begin to count down the days until the cast photo-shoot, knowing all of the the judges will definitely be there.


Authors Note: Up next The Voice Photo Shoot with the Coaches-definite Bechloe interaction here to make up for the lack of it on this chapter. Thank you for all the Reviews!