So belated season greeting to my faithful readers, I hope the year is fairing each and everyone of you well...

Two months, that's like eight weeks, which is fifty-six days, which is tthree-thousand three-hundred and sixty minutes but whose keeping track...but really I was shocked has it really been that long...I kept telling myself get this done by Christmas, and then it turned into by the New year, and well it still is the new year... It may be late...but I did keep my resolution(yes i do have one) for the new year I planned and promised to do lot's of thing this year and I also came up with some basic rules to get things done and so far... I haven't really fulfilled any of them 1)Don't procrastinate and don't be late [X] 2) Don't make lame excuses [X] 3) Don't make promises you can't keep [X] 4) Don't lie. [X][X]

I kid, I am doing my best to remedy all of many weaknesses that plague me as a writer, I hope to be more dependable from now on,

After much banging of my head against the wall(headbanging?) I finally have this, I'll be cutting this into three parts that I promise I will and I mean yes I said I will and I used promise so I will be posting over the next few days (note to self: that means three days or five at most not two more months) I've been doing a lot of rewriting and editing at a very early hour so um hopefully you'll enjoy this...Keepin my fingers cross that it's not a complete mess...


Along with their coach, we have Team Mitchell girls performing Little Mix's Move.

Four spotlights illuminate the four of you standing center stage, each with an old fashioned mic stand. Beca and you are at the middle, with Stacie on your right and Cynthia Rose on Beca's left.

You're humming first then Beca joins you, the two of your strike a pose one after another, you jut your hip, Beca dips the mic stand her head bowed low. Stacie kicks her leg up, before doing an elaborate twirl, while Cythia Rose does a Michael Jackson grabbing her crotch, tilting her hips with her hand.

Mmh, Mmh

Cynthia starts clicking her tongue, then Stacie joins in as well, then the four of you.

Mmh, Mmh
Mmh. Mmh

Beca starts it of, moving the mic stand partly to the front, with the three of you still backing her up with your humming, swaying and snapping your fingers.

Hey baby
Tell me your name
I got a fever for ya
I just can't explain
But there's just one problem
I'm a bit old school
When it comes to lovin'
I ain't chasing you
Ain't waiting
I'm on a roll
You've got to let yourself go

Then Beca moves back in place while Cynthia Rose steps forward for her turn, given the opportunity to belt, which she does beautifully...

Whoa,
You know that I've been waiting for you
Don't leave me standing all by myself
'Cause I ain't looking at no one else whoa

Stacie takes the lead, working her mic stand,

Hey,
Get your back off the wall
Don't you get comfortable
Looking so hot,
I think that I might fall (Woo!)
Feeling like it's my birthday
Like Christmas day came early
Just what I want
So when we move
You move

Then the four of you, dancing around each other, bumping hips with Stacie and Beca and Cynthia Rose

Get your back off the wall
Don't you get comfortable
Looking so hot
I think that I might fall (Hey!)
Feeling like it's my birthday
Like Christmas day came early
Just what I want
So when we move
You move

Then on to you, you strut to the front shaking your booty,

Oh silly
Why you afraid?
Don't be a big baby
Quit playing games
Put your arms around me
You know what to do
And we can take it down low

You move back to be parallel with Beca, who you see is smirking looking amused at you. You quickly stick out your tongue at her. While the other two move up front,

Cynthia Rose again, but with Stacie joining in,

whoa,
You know that I've been waiting for you (For you!)
Don't leave me standing all by myself (Myself!)
Cause I ain't looking at no one else (No one else, looking at no one else)
Looking at no one else whoa

Then all of you...

(Hey)
Get your back off the wall
Don't you get comfortable
Looking so hot (Yeah!)
I think that I might fall
Feeling like it's my birthday
Like Christmas day came early (Early! Yeahh)
Just what I want
So when we move
You move

Then Beca and you,

Move it baby, Whoa!
You know that I've been waiting for you (Ooh!)
Don't leave me standing all by myself
Cause I ain't looking at no one else
Looking at no one else
Looking at no one else

Then Stacie and Cynthia Rose,

Hey! Hey!
I'm ready, hey!
Boy come and get me
Don't be scared
Show me what you do
Don't you know a girl
Like a boy who moves?

Then Beca and you join the two of them,

Hey! Hey!
I'm ready, hey!
Boy come and get me
Don't be scared
Show me what you do
Don't you know a girl
Like a boy who moves?

Then the four of you again with Cynthia Rose doing the backing vocals, the rifts,

Hey,
Get your back off the wall (Get your back of the wall whoa)
Don't you get comfortable
(Looking so hot looking so hot I think that I might fall ooh yeah)
I think that I might fall
Feeling like it's my birthday
Like Christmas day came early (like Christmas day came early)
Just what I want
So when we move
You move

Hey! hey! I'm ready, hey!
Boy come and get me
Don't be scared
Show me what you do
Don't you know a girl
Like a boy who moves!

The applause that follows after you finish is long and loud, the energy in the studio way up.

The four of you go in for a quick group hug, with Beca offering words of encouragement before she quickly runs off to her seat,

"Good job ladies, let's see if that doesn't show our viewers that all of Team Beca deserves to get through. More group performances from the rest of the Voice contestants when we come back." Carson says, before going to commercial.

and just when you think it can't get any better it does...

Chloe Beale is the last of Team Beca to make it into the Top 12...

You got into Top 12, yippee. Yeah, you think for sure that would make you happy...but you just sound plain sarcastic, and just blah.

Because sure, you were happy, you're grateful for the people who had voted for you, still things weren't perfect. There was a lot going on behind the scenes; there was plenty of tension, with trouble brewing waiting for it's moment to strike.


You thought that after the Results night, the whole string of bad luck that you seemed to be attracting would come to a halt. You'd like to think things would start working in your favour, but the Baloney Barb scandal continued to loom over the two of you. It was done but not completely gone, it left quite a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.

The Spa outing had seemed so long ago...in reality it was mere days, but it seemed like in that short period everything had changed. The Girl's outing had been the last time were things still felt slightly normal between Beca and you.

Sure, you laughed and talked like you used to, but somehow...it felt different, like you had to hold yourself back somehow. Like you had to be careful about getting into any situations that would arise even more suspicion.

You became hesitant with your touches, some words you had to censor out when talking to each other. You weren't allowed to be alone together and yet in front of a large crowd it almost felt like you were playing a role for them.

"You know what's true, so don't let it affect you." Beca herself had said that,

Beca who said, who promised everything would be fine, who assured you that she is the one who's really getting affected. She tries to hide it and denies it, but you see it's taxing on her.

Beca who had been advised to not to stick so close to you anymore, and is now actually following the said instruction dutifully especially after Barbara's appearance in Entertainment Tonight.

And even worse there was the king of pricks always there, always observing, prowling about like some predator smelling out your weaknesses your fears, waiting- knowing that now was the right moment to strike. Turning up everywhere... or maybe it could just be cos he worked there,

It was deliberate, and little by little you'd see him find excuses, or make up reasons to converse with Beca taking full advantage or his Music Director status. At first it was about suggestions for group musical they would sing it back and forth to the other, tweaking it a bit each time.


It was late Friday night, thirty minutes into your one hour one-on-one practice, when he asked for her for what seemed like the millionth time that day this time sending Benji over to do the asking.

"Miss Mitchell, can I have a word." Benji says seriously, but his face brightens considerably upon noticing you, "Oh hey there Chloe!"

"Hi there Benji" you reply, trying to return his greeting with the same enthusiasm but falling short of the mark...you really were that exhausted... he doesn't seem to mind though; judging by his face breaking into an even bigger smile.

Beca then calls for a break, the members of the band and the camera crew that are in the room retreat(suddenly filled with more energy) to the adjoining room where all the snacks are set up,

"What is it Benji?" Beca asks, the last thing you hear before their voices drop to mere murmurs as they continue conversing,

You take a quick drink of water, opting not to eat until after practice...You expel a long tired breath before singing out the chorus to Sara Bareille's Gravity.

Set me free,

leave me be.

I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.

Here I am

and I stand so tall,

just the way I'm supposed to be.

"See ya Chloe!" Benji says in farewell waving enthusiastically, 'You sound great' he mouths before flashing you a quick thumbs-up

"Thanks Benji!" you say, walking up to give him a quick hug before he leaves rather hurriedly...

You turn to find Beca with this small smile on her face,

"What?" you ask uncertainly, it's the first time during the entire practice that you've seen a glimpse of 'friend' Beca and not coach Beca,

"You know I haven't seen Benji so entirely smitten with someone before..."

You think your face gives away your surprise, "Benji smitten... with me?"

"Oh c'mon he's entire face light's up whenever he sees you, Beca says, raising her eyebrow, "surely you've noticed..."

"Benji's such a sweetheart..." you say, not feeling put off at all, rather you feel yourself growing even fonder of your friend.

"You really didn't know? Don't tell me you're also completely oblivious to all the other male attention you get...like it's crazy, everywhere you go we literally have to beat the guys off you..." You're finding it all rather amusing; how worked up she was getting over it,

"Ohmygod! Really!?...I get male attention!?" you ask as though it was completely unheard of, trying to look shocked at the very notion, It takes everything in you not to laugh when Beca looks at you the expression on her face is gold; looking oh so very astounded, before her eyes narrow, not sure whether to take you seriously or not.

"It's not just guys...You have this 'wow' effect on people..." she says and her serious tone, quells the remaining giggles

"You sure you're not getting me confused with Stacie..." you say,

"No...Stacie is you know hot and all but your appeal is different, personally I dig it more..." you flush deeply, and so does she, her eyes widening realizing what she said and how it sounded, " I mean...I completely understand... If I were a dude I would totally go for it... I mean-you know what I mean..." she says floundering all over her words,

"So...what did Benji say You-know-who wanted this time?" you ask, cutting across her. Normally you'd be smiling widely, and you'd be teasing her about what she had just said thoroughly milking the rare moment of Beca revealing her true feelings/attraction for you. But you stopped yourself at seeing her look around first to see if anyone had heard her, and at sensing her wanting to get away from the topic, regretting it the moment the words left her own mouth...

"God knows what Jesse will ask of me this time." she just answers, before she turns toward the group of people still camping by the snack table, "Guys let's just call this an early wrap up since we're basically done here anyways..." The room is filled with cheering, Beca holds up her hand to silence them, "We will continue this tomorrow...Goodbye everyone enjoy the rest of Friday night..." They all start leaving the room in groups, calling out their goodbyes,

You retrieve your bag at the other end of the room, feeling your stomach grumbling in hunger when you see that the snack table is empty,

"Remember what I said about resting your voice okay..." Beca says from across the room as she gathers her own things. You don't miss her continuously glancing at the clock on the wall and then at her own wristwatch in the process, "I have to go" she says straightening up finally ready to leave, the two of you both walk up to each other- meeting at the middle, "Um Bye" she says hesitating before she opens her arms, you're the one who moves forward to give her a hug.

You missed her. How was it possible to miss someone so much even though you saw each other, where with each other almost everyday. But you feel like you haven't been able to hold her this close (without inhibitions, without anything or anyone in the way) in a while,

You don't say it aloud but you squeeze her to you tightly, trying to show her just how much you missed her and her responding squeeze conveys as much if not more as she burrows her head, settling into the crook of your neck,

You stay like this for a while, breathing her in deeply, (you always loved her authentic Beca scent; it was rather intoxicating) enjoying the moment of complete silence, of peace between the two of you.

You take one last deep breath, before you step back. Your eyes don't leave her face and hers don't leave yours, it's a stare down of epic proportions,

"Do you- ?" you begin to ask her, you know what you want to ask her next, what you want to do next God-help-you if she doesn't stop looking at you that way you won't be able to stop yourself from doing what you've been wanting to do to her-with her practically all your life...

You step forward much closer to her, and she doesn't move...You always knew this was going to happen, that it had to happen, it was always just the where and when that had to be cleared up,

Hopefully God deemed this place as the where and this day as the when for it to happen...

and then your stomach growls so embarrassingly loud,

And then Beca's laughing her ass of, you don't join in as heartily as your normally would have, feeling a bit miserable, not counting on your own stomach to be the one to betray you like that,

"What the hell was that..."she asks after recovering sufficiently, albeit still giggling occasionally...You roll your eyes amused at her child-like demeanor,

"I'm hungry okay! The crew practically snarfed down the buffet table..."

"Did you skip lunch; when was the last time you ate?" she asks, her face suddenly turning concerned,

"I wasn't feeling hungry?"

"Chloe when did you eat last?"

"Breakfast?"

"It's almost eight o'clock..." she says, before she starts riffling through her bag then brings out her Marie lunch box, taking out two gourmet sandwiches, handing both to you, with a piece of paper falling out in the process,

You pick it up and hand it to her. Your quick eyes scan the note without really meaning to, Becky have a great time today I made one of your favorites. Love you dear!

"Uh sorry I read it..."

Beca waves it away,

"Yeah Marie still treats me like a kid...packing me lunch leaving me notes...she asks about you all the time...you know she's been so worried about you ever since the you-know..." you were gonna take a bite but you stop yourself, she wants to talk to you about it...like seriously talk about it. You set down the sandwich in preparation for the talk, because with Beca there was always this small window of opportunity when and where she willingly opened up about personal things/issues (you'd been lucky to witness those few times; they never lasted too long, she was always set on moving on to lighter topics quickly afterwards) You had come to learn that whenever she was in that rare moment you had to give your full attention lest you miss something. Because there always seemed to be something more to whatever she said.

"So what about your family what do they think...about the..." she gives a little jerk of her head, "the uh allegations..."

"My entire family has been calling me non-stop about it...even Aubrey called me from back home-"

"She's not back yet?"

"She decided to stay a couple more days into the holidays, I'll be joining them shortly... well so my family..." you swallow thickly, feeling the sudden onslaught of home-sickness, "You know they're being as supportive as they can from all those miles away, offering advice and words of comfort and I appreciate it, really I do," you say breathing deeply, you really needed to get the next part out, "but I just really want to forget about it you know? I want it behind me...I just need to move on from it. Well yeah I already have, so why can't everyone else get over it already!" It came out more heated, angrier than you intended, you think maybe you really needed Beca to hear it, really hear it.

"It's Hollywood, well the sucky part about it. It's just how things work here...sometimes the trivial things are made bigger than they are, and yet the important things are belittled ...Funny how the scandals are the one's that seem to stick, outstripping all the good deeds, competing even with a person's accomplishments... well, at least until some bigger issue comes along..." she says a little to herself, You notice how tired she suddenly looks, then she looks at you plastering a smile on her face...then her eyes look at the untouched sandwich on your lap,

"Why aren't you eating...eat up already...You didn't have to stop for me. You really have to take better care of yourself, Chloe." she says chidingly.

You waste no more time, taking a hearty bite and nearly moaning at the taste. You recognize all the sandwiches elements the Turkey, Apple-Butter and Arugula Grilled Cheese...you chew slowly, eyes closed, Oh dear lord...you want to savor it but you have no choice but to swallow it almost against your will,

You take another bite and this time you can't help it; the loud moan escaping your mouth, You peel your eyes open and see Beca with a peculiar expression on her face,

"Good?" she asks,

"Mmmm-" you hum out before swallowing,

Her eyes are steady on yours, your smile happily, you stop yourself from nearly answering orgasmic but you think better against it, managing to get over the food-gasm to answer with a simple

"Delicious..."

"You have um something, just there by your...um"

This seemed familiar, you reach out to wipe the offending mess with your tongue,

"You're just spreading it...lemme.." she says rather distracted her eyes not leaving the mess that was now all over your lips,

Wait a minute she'd done this before, was this another way for her to get closer to touch your face, but this time would she be bold enough to do something more, to touch you with something better than her hands?

"Oh silly me I got all over my chin um do you- have anything wipe it with..." you wait for her as she comes closer..."Do you-"

And then Hanna, another P.A, comes into the room, sent by the devil himself to guarantee that there would be no kissing, no nothing for you..."Sorry...to interrupt Miss Mitchell, Chloe um Mr. Swanson...he heard that you just finished you're practice, and..."

"Do you have to go?" is what you do get to ask, simultaneously with Hanna's "he's wondering um when will you be free to go?"

"Yes...I know... I'm coming..." Beca responds to Hanna, then to you.

"Yeah, sorry Chloe, his majesty awaits. He'll just keep sending more people if I don't."

It turns out Jesse couldn't wait even a second longer, deciding to turn up himself.

"Hey Beca...did you get my message?" Are you done here?" he asks all but ignoring you. You really don't care, you've only got eyes for Beca who sighs heavily before nodding, answering both questions,

"Okay let's go then...I need you." He says before walking ahead to wait for her outside.

Beca promptly rolls her eyes gives you a what-can-I-do shrug before she follows him.

He comes back to look at you, "You've dirt on your face just there, thought you ought to know..." he says with a fake British accent.

You go to the nearest washroom to clean it up, argh that guy...and how dare her try to quote Hermione Granger and completely botch it.


You find the two of them later at the stage area, along with all the other artists who have assembled there for last minute-announcements.

They were singing that Say Something song, (Jesse taking the part of Adam) and their voices went together perfectly, not as perfect as Beca and yours had but it sounded effortless, two singers who knew the others voice so well they adjusted almost unconsciously to suit the other.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
I'll be the one, if you want me to.
Anywhere I would've followed you.
Say something, I'm giving up on you.

You think you're a bit transfixed for a moment there, pulled by the beautiful harmony that almost made you forget how much you hated the guy.

And I am feeling so small.
It was over my head
I know nothing at all.

And I will stumble and fall.
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl.

You're annoyed that his voice was so freaking nice that you can't even find it in yourself to insult him.

Oh yeah he started at Broadway as well, in Spring Awakening, he was this secondary character...

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.
Anywhere I would've followed you.
Say something, I'm giving up on you.

You sit between Stacie and Fat Amy. Each second of the performance that passes, there's a slow boil building from watching him getting unnecessarily touchy with Beca, his meaningful glances, his stupid smiles. He's got to know that he's making Beca uncomfortable.

You seriously want to tell him to ease up, but seriously why isn't Beca doing it herself.

And I will swallow my pride.
You're the one that I love

The slow boil's steaming as he takes her hand at that part, If you were her you'd puke in his face.

And I'm saying goodbye. Yeah, you did now leave her alone

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.
And anywhere I would've followed you. Oh-oh-oh-oh
Say something, I'm giving up on you.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
Say something...

"So that's Beca and Adam's opening duet..." Beca walks offstage, disappearing from your view.

"And that's how you do it..." Fat Amy kids, and a few titters going around the room. "Get it Chlo duet, do it..." Fat Amy says trying to get a response but soon gives up.

"Okay everyone, Tomorrow we will be rehearsing a Top 12 Group number, 'Sing' by My Chemical Romance..." Jesse says but you tune him out, but you glare unwaveringly at him.

"Hey cool it there Chlo, you don't wanna melt the Music Director with your glare..."C.R says joining the three of you,

"Yeah, tone it down a bit...try not to be so obvious about hating his guts..." Stacie says,

You turn your glare on them and they actual lean away, looking dare-you-say-it scared. You relax your face, and breathe out heavily.

"Jesus...for a moment there I understood why the majority of the whole world is shit ass scared of gingers." Fat Amy mutters,

"Sorry I just can't help hating everything about him- how he talks, how annoyingly superior he sounds bossing us around. How fake he is...look he's back to his nice-guy act, seriously why is Beca putting up with him."

"We know as much as you, " Stacie says, you're about to reply but then there's a kick to the back of you chair you turn around and meet Bumper trying to stiffle a smile,

"What the hell is your problem?" you say aloud, he laughs at seeing you riled up, but then he merely motions for you to turn around.

You meet everyone's eyes on you. Jesse's eyebrow is raised,

"Problem there Beale?" he asks in tat condescending tone of his. Yes, you, you freaking asshole. "Chloe calm down" Stacie whispers, catching you curl your hand into a fist. Fat Amy puts a hand on your back,

"Like you didn't see what Bumper just did."

"Enlighten me...I was paying attention to the task at hand which was briefing the voice contestants, and the contestants which includes you and your friends are supposed to be listening..."

"He kicked my chair..."

"Well seeing as that was the only way I successfully got your attention, I won't fault him for it. You want to share what you're gossiping with your girlfriends that's more important than our schedule for tomorrow? Or do you think you're too good for it?"

"Cool it ginger, don't take the bait...He'll only make you look worse for it..." Fat Amy mutters,

"You think you can just get by-that you're exempted? It doesn't just take talent it takes discipline which you obviously lack..."

You're own your feet before you know it. You've never felt hatred or anger at this level, you don't care that your bag which was on your lap is now on the floor and that it's contents have rolled every which way. You really want to swear at him, to tell him to shut the hell up, but that would be stooping down to his level, that's what he wanted and you wouldn't give him the satisfaction instead you smile coldly at him,

"If you're concerned about practice schedule you should take into account how much time you keep hounding Beca, taking her away from our one-to-one sessions, at the rate you're going none of her girls will be ready for the show..." Cynthia Rose claps a hand to your back, squeezing your shoulder.

Ohhh some of the boys react, some hushed whispers, almost like buzzing erupt all around, they are silenced by a single look from Jesse,

"Okay, that is a legitimate concern...don't worry I won't steal her away much longer we've worked that problem out..." He says, before he turns to Beca who you just now notice standing by the gigantic The Voice statue (had she been standing there long?) "but Beca feel free to come to me with any concerns music-related or not...I'm sure I can help...he says winking, before he looks back at you, "the latter part, Miss Beale, I'm sure you know is out of the things deemed as your concern..."he says what you hate the most with that sentence is how he delivered it sounding so formal and polite, you'd never suspect that there was anything underlying it.

"She's no longer your concern either...you broke up with her remember?"

Beca steps up to the stage,"

"That's enough artists, you guys can leave now. We'll send you the schedule tomorrow it's all fine...have a good night."

They all start to file out, but you hang back taking your time at picking up your things, Stacie and the others offer to help but you tell them to go ahead.

"I'll meet you guys outside."

"Beca get a hold on your girl before she does something even more newsworthy that will drag more people's reputations down with her..."

"Don't act like you weren't trying to get a rise out of her and you were talking down to her..."

"Well I'm a member of the show, I'm the Musical Director meaning I'm still senior to her...and you know this isn't the first time she's disrespected me in front of a group of people. She tends to do this on almost daily basis."

Could he blame you? With the way he'd been turning up his nose on you, scoffing at your hard work and at your progress, his stupid little comments-maybe it was just because it was him saying them that prompted many an outburst. You know it isn't all in your head he's out to get you. And you've never been such a fan in the first place and now that he and Beca were no longer associated, you felt free to let him now what you really thought of him.

You quickly sneak out as they continue talking, catching the girls waiting by the entrance of the building, they all were too tired to go out so for once all of you decide to call it a night and get in to bed early so that you were fresh for the 'morrow.

"See you guys...Don't worry about me I'll take one of the Voice cars..."

you say before hugging each of them goodbye,

"You're really asking for it sometimes..." Stacie says, "You naughty girl...keep that fire for a different activity one less stressful." she says whilst wriggling her perfect brows

"Alrighty then..."

Fat Amy's next,

"Still gotta admire your pluck, next time when we tell you to cool it we mean shut the hell up okay..." she says laughing,

Cynthia Rose looks uncharacteristically soft and how could you say girly for a moment,

"We don't want him to have an excuse to kick you out..." she says softly, seriously.

"Oh Cynthia..." you say hugging her tightly,

"How come whenever I come across you girls you always seem to be hugging each other..." Beca says, turning up behind you.

"Nothing wrong with a good hug..." C.R says, stepping back,

"Chloe gives the best hugs...I swear" Stacie adds

"Yeah I don't doubt that." Beca says sharing a meaningful glance with you,

"Hugs makes me feel warm and happy inside, like I swallowed gummi bears whole and they're bouncing along happily in there having a right party going bounce bounce woot woot...unlike the poor gummi worms that are in little pieces, who thinkin about it couldn't really bounce even if they wanted too as they have no legs...I think they'd just slither. Like slither slither ssss sss." Fat Amy says,

You all nod slowly, getting the gist of what she was saying...

"Yeah...that too...I agree completely."

"So I'll see the rest of you tomorrow."

"See you Coach!"

"Bye Becs."

"Bye!"

She waves at them as they get into their vehicles, Stacie had her car with C.R hitching a ride with her, Fat Amy gets onto a purple motorbike, she flashes the 'rock on' sign before expertly starting the engine and revving off,

"Chloe, Can I have a word with you?" You look around wondering why she was being formal when the two of you were alone,

"Okay what is it?"

"Mister Swanson shared his concerns with me, about you, that is-about your behavior..."

"Jeez Beca just tell me straight."

"You can't talk to him that way Chloe...you have to show him respect" Your mouth's agape, did she really just tell you that?

"Why not, he's an ass..." you quickly reply,

"You think I don't know that..." she spits out,

"So why are you just letting him talk to you that way..."

She'd started pacing back and forth, halting only to look at you, before walking away.

"I can take care of myself...I understand what you're doing okay, and I appreciate it but...in case you've forgotten he's an essential part of the production team, the show needs him, and yes in ways I need him too, and by extension so do you...so we both just have to suck it up...and he had a point Chloe, you can do better, don't embarrass him in front of the other artists...

"I will if he stops singling me out, and stops talking to me about you.." you grumble "he has no right..."

"So you will try...?" she asks, as you cross your arms defiantly, "for me?" Unfair move that was, those two words were exactly what she needed, you sigh in defeat,

"I'll try...but if he says something to you or so much as looks at you funny..."

"He and I are okay...we can make this work or something. The situation it's livable if not entirely unbearable, not that I won't be suffering through every minute of it."

When you think about it, it was Beca who had the most to complain about; she was the one being forced to interact with her ex. And you can't lie you were totally looking forward to her wrath, woman being scorned act...but there she was being uncharacteristically submissive-withdrawn around him. Maybe you just had to wait perhaps Beca's was a really slow boil...with plenty of heat gathering underneath it. You expect it to be more explosive than yours.

"Okay then...See you tomorrow..." she says and right on time her car pulls up, Hank beeps the horn before waving at you, you hastily wave back,

Beca gets in, closing the door, you step away from the car but then the window goes down,"We can totally do this, we have each other to count on don't we?" she says offering you her wide-smile of hers, you don't reply only lean in to hug her, she rubs your back, "Gummi bears in my tummy, they're right...you do give the best hugs." She squeezes you before leaning back as the car slowly drive off...but she appears again leaning out of the window kissing her hand and sends a flying kiss your way,

"Give me one more I think you missed..." you shout after her, She shouts back

"No you dropped it! My kisses aren't easily given away...you have to work hard to get another one!"

"Do I get another chance tomorrow then?"

"Perhaps if you're extra good tomorrow."

"I will be."

"We'll see!"

"So long!"

"Farewell"

"Au revoir"

"Auf wiedersehen"

You shake your head, at how weird the two of you could be together..

but who cares if tomorrow you'd be spending the whole day working on the group performance with Jesse, as far as you're concerned tomorrow can't come soon enough.


I bet you all are like when will they kiss please let them kiss! And I hear you really I do I'm totally thinking to myself twenty chaps and still no action this is a real slow-paced moving fic so here I'll make a promise that the new keeping promise me will keep, expect that in the next say two chaps a lot of shiz is gonna go down, so buckle up lovelies, you ain't seen nothing yet!