It was 3 o'clock, Chloe and Beca were sat on the second row back in the garden. It had been decorated beautifully, with a gorgeously carved wooden arch at one end, where Chloe's brother, Adam, was stood. Beca had briefly met him earlier, she had quickly grown to like him, he was almost as bubbly and funny as his sister and the two of them had gelled instantly, much to Chloe's delight.

The seats were filled and the wedding march started to play, as Chloe turned to see Adam's soon to be wife, Hannah, walking up the aisle in a stunning white dress.

The ceremony was beautiful, and the fact that it didn't go on for hours definitely helped with Beca's enjoyment of it. She saw a small tear roll down Chloe's face at one point, so offered a hand for her to hold, which the red head gratefully took.

Beca only realised they were still holding hands when the ceremony finished and everyone around them stood up as the bride and groom walked back down the aisle, but she made no attempt to let go of the older woman's hand, and simply stood up and joined in with everyone else. Chloe was surprised by this, as Beca doesn't usually initiate or extend physical contact, and it brought a smile to her face.

The reception took place at a lovely boutique hotel, on the outskirts of town. So after the ceremony finished, the guests slowly dispersed as they made there way, by car and taxi, to the venue.

The pair were seated at the second table, but before they sat down, Chloe insisted that they had to go round for the usual family greetings and introductions. Everything went smoothly, apart from Chloe's great aunt Muriel. Who Beca now wanted to slap, even if she was 89.

Chloe had introduced Beca as her girlfriend, obviously, to which the old woman turned up her nose in disgust and made snide comments throughout the, thankfully, short conversation. Chloe quickly guided Beca away, because she could feel the brunette's hand squeezing her's continually tighter as Muriel made her homophobic, dated remarks.

Like any good, normal person, Beca couldn't stand anyone who was homophobic, but when it was aimed at Chloe she felt something deep inside that just made her want to lash out. Maybe it was just a protective instinct over her best friend. Maybe it was something different.

Despite that terrible interaction, Chloe managed to cheer Beca up and they enjoyed a delicious meal and then, after several drinks and a lot of persuasion from the red head, a dance.

As the pair danced, they could see great aunt Muriel glaring at them with a disgusted look on her face.

Chloe had had enough, so she put her arms round Beca's neck, brought her close and kissed her, just to spite her great aunt. Obviously.

She could sense the younger woman's eyes widen, but she went along with it and kissed back. Really well, thought Chloe. It was only a short kiss, about five or six seconds, but once they'd broken apart they turned to see Muriel marching off and both smiled to each other.

Beca's smile was short lived though as she broke eye contact with Chloe and started to mumble about getting drinks for the two of them, but before she could walk off, the older woman stopped her with a hand on the shoulder, causing Beca to turn around.

"What..."

"Beca." The brunette shifted uncomfortably, looking down at her shoes. "Look at me."

She did as requested.

"You don't have to worry about it ok? It doesn't have to be a big deal."

"Ok, yeah, I know. It's totally fine, I'm good."

Chloe wasn't convinced, but didn't want to press Beca right now.

"Ok, good, but you know you can talk to me right?"

"Of course Chlo."

Chloe gave her a quick hug before heading back to their table.

"I'm just going to head outside for a sec, my mom texted so I just need to call her quickly."

"Ok Becs, see you in a bit."

The brunettte quickly grabbed her bag and rushed out the door of the hotel that led to the gardens. She sat down on a bench, breathing quickly into her hands.

"Beca? Are you okay." Aubrey had stepped outside and found Beca on the bench.

"I'm..." she breathed heavily, "I'm having a...pan-panic...", she was trying but couldn't finish her sentence.

"It's ok, stop trying to to talk, focus on your breathing for me."

Beca nodded slightly, and Aubrey rubbed her back reassuringly.

After a few minutes, Beca's breathing had almost returned back to normal and as she sat there, a tear started to form in the corner of her eye. Aubrey didn't fail to notice it.

"Hey, what's up Bec, has something happened with Chloe?"

The DJ sighed deeply, "It's... complicated."

"Please talk to me Beca, because I know that the only other person you open up to is Chloe, and this is clearly something you can't talk to her about."

"I want to talk to you Bree, I really do. I just- I don't know if I can."

"What do you mean?"

"There's something I need to say, but I don't know how to say it, and, well, if I want to say it there's some explaining to do before."

"Just talk to me Beca, please."

"Ok, I'll try," she took a deep breath. "Me and Chloe aren't actually dating."

"What?", exclaimed a shocked Aubrey.

"She wanted to bring a fake date to the wedding so her family would get off her back."

"Ok... well, I mean I'm surprised, but is that what all this is about?"

"No, it's...", tears suddenly started to flow freely down the brunette's cheeks and Aubrey pulled her into a tight hug. "I don't know what it's about..."

"I think you do."

"I'm- I'm just confused ," choked out Beca.

"Are you?" The blonde gave Beca a minute to sort out her thoughts, but the tears still ran down her face.

She let out a small sob, "I think... I think I'm in love with her."