A/N: I'm not a smut writer, so I tried to keep things in this chapter PG-13. Sorry if you wanted more graphic descriptions! But enjoy this chapter :)

Chapter 10: A Night to Not Forget

The next morning Chloe had to shake Beca awake. It was 9:30am and Meg would be an angry bride if Beca wasn't down with the wedding party at 10:00am sharp. Beca groaned and threw her hand up trying to slap away the intruder of her sleep.

"Beca, get up. You gotta be a bridesmaid." Chloe yanked the blankets off and Beca immediately scrunched herself into a tiny ball and grumbled. "Up!" Chloe pulled on her arms.

"Alright, alright!" Beca swung her legs to hit the floor. She was clearly suffering from a massive hangover. "Holy shit…"

"What?" Chloe watched her nervously. "Do you need to puke again?"

"Again?" Beca looked at her in horror.

"Yeah, you kinda emptied your stomach contents all over the beach last night." Chloe laughed slightly, but also felt disappointment realizing Beca probably didn't remember.

"Dude, that's embarrassing." Beca slapped her forehead with her palm.

"I won't judge you." Chloe chuckled. "But you need to get your ass up to meet Meg and the bridesmaids. I'll go get you some tylenol." Chloe stroked her hair briefly before grabbing the hotel key and leaving for the front desk.

Chloe took her time getting ready while Beca was with the bridesmaids getting ready herself. Her phone would ping every few minutes with venting frustrations from Beca.

Beca: dude, everyone's constantly on the verge of tears

Beca: like the bride's hair is pretty, do we really need to cry about that

Chloe: you won't understand until you're married

Beca: psh, I'll never get married

Chloe: never say never ;)

Beca: Neverrrrrr

Beca: if this sob fest is what I have to look forward to….

Chloe: I'm looking forward to watching you walk down the isle

Beca: I said I'm not getting married, weirdo

Chloe: And I meant today, loser

Beca: touche

Beca: just looking forward to the reception when we can hang

Chloe: ditto :)

Beca: alright its my turn for hair and makeup, wish me luck!

Chloe: luck. You'll be beautiful!

Chloe put her phone in her purse with a goofy grin plastered on her face. She double checked her makeup, adjusted her dress and headed downstairs.

The wedding was taking place at a church a few miles away, and thankfully the reception would be here so she wouldn't have to worry about getting back after their inevitable over-drinking. She was disappointed she couldn't ride with Beca to the wedding, but she couldn't help but smile excitedly in her Uber, thinking of Beca all glammed up walking down the isle at the wedding.

Chloe sat for about half an hour in a middle pew on the bride's side waiting uncomfortably for the ceremony to get started. She knew no one here, and didn't want some stranger coming over and making awkward small talk. She pulled out her phone and called Aubrey to pass the time.

"Chloe? You alright?" Aubrey's voice sounded surprised.

"Yeah, I'm just bored. Wanted someone to talk to."

"Where's Beca? Did she just abandon you somewhere?!"

"No! No, she's with the wedding party, I'm waiting for the ceremony to start."

"Oh, okay good."

"You make her sound like a monster sometimes." Chloe giggled.

"Well…"

"Bree." Chloe scolded.

"Sorry, sorry. So how's it been otherwise. You know, being Beca Mitchell's date to an out of town wedding?" Chloe could feel Aubrey smirking and winking through the phone. She hesitated though, in responding. The previous night was...interesting. But she wasn't sure if she was ready to tell that story.

"It's been fun."

"Oh, how detailed. For serious, how's it been?"

"Really fun. We went to the bachelorette party last night and I got her to dance some since she was drunk. And we hung out on the beach afterwards."

"You took a romantic moonlight stroll on the beach?" Aubrey whistled.

"Shut up! Not like that." Chloe felt her cheeks blush, because in fact it was sort of like that. "Poor Beca ended up puking all over the beach."

"That's aca-amazing!" Aubrey busted out laughing.

"Don't be mean."

"No, but it's good you had fun."

"Yeah… we did. We...hey can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, Chlo."

Chloe paused, taking a deep breath before she saw the groom step out from the back room and the doors close at the front of the church.

"Oh, shoot, its starting. I'll text you later. Bye!"

There was some music playing for a few minutes before the mothers of the bride and groom were escorted down the isle followed by the flower girl and ring bearer. She could see a glimpse of the bridesmaids waiting in the foyer.

Beca was the first bridesmaid to come through, meaning she'd be last in line up front. But Chloe felt her heart catch in her chest. She gripped the back of the pew as Beca slowly started making her way down the aisle. Chloe could see Beca's anxiety and awkwardness but to the rest of the world she probably looked like a confident gorgeous woman just walking down the aisle for a friend.

When Beca caught Chloe's eye she shot her a wink. Chloe was taken aback, that was usually her move. She couldn't stop it, but she felt a dumb smile stuck on her face as Beca continued her slow step by step march. Once Beca saw her they didn't lose eye contact until Beca passed Chloe's row. When she reached the front of the church and stood in her place, Chloe could barely breathe watching her. What's happening to me? Chloe couldn't help but wonder to herself.

The rest of the wedding was a blur. But Meg and her new husband seemed over the moon happy and Chloe felt a wave of jealousy. As the wedding party exited behind the bride and groom, Beca shot her yet another playful wink. Chloe worried she'd have to much of an influence on her best friend.

Chloe waited outside the reception hall in the hotel for Beca to return. She had no interest in talking to any of the strangers in the room. She finally saw Beca emerge from a back room where the bridesmaids had prepared for the wedding. She was out of her dress and in black jeans and a purple silk blouse. Chloe rolled her eyes at Beca, who of course couldn't stand to be in a dress a second longer than she had to.

"Hey, stranger!" Chloe looked Beca up and down. "Nice outfit."

"Thanks, I like it." Beca shrugged confidently, ignoring the sarcasm.

"So? Shall we?" Chloe nodded toward the reception doors.

"For sure." Beca held out her arm and Chloe couldn't help but feel giddy as she grabbed it and led them into the reception.

The bride and groom had their first dance which was a poorly constructed choreographed number in Chloe's opinion, but still cute. They cut the cake and did the whole cliche shove cake in each other's faces. Luckily there were no group dances and the floor was open. Beca was also pretty excited they had a DJ rather than a lame wedding band.

When they had finished eating, Chloe looked up expectantly, "Do you want to dance?"

"Do I want to dance?" Beca thought out loud.

"Yeah, dance with me?" Chloe tried not to sound to pleading.

"Mind if I just sit for awhile, I've been put through enough stuff I'm uncomfortable with today." Beca gritted her teeth, hating to disappoint Chloe.

"No worries." Chloe waved her hand and quickly took a sip of her wine. "Care if I dance with someone else who's available then?"

"Yeah, sure...why would I...yeah go for it." Beca did her signature awkward smirk, thinking she was coming off as cocky.

"Okay, I'll be back soon." Chloe leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and left to find a dance partner.

Beca was on her fourth cocktail watching Chloe dance with a stranger. She asked you to dance, idiot, and you were the one who said no. You can't be mad. She sipped on the drink and seethed. As she downed the glass she was hit with a wave of confidence. She stood up and had to catch herself. She was a little drunk. She steadied herself and then marched onto the dance floor on a mission.

Chloe was stunned when all of a sudden her hands were separated from her dancing partner and the little brunette was squirming in between them.

"Hey there...I'm just...gunna stand...right here." Beca awkwardly placed her hand on the guy formerly dancing with Chloe.

"Excuse me, shorty?" He laughed.

"Well you see, sir." Beca's hands were flopping around as she talked. "She's my date!" She pointed her thumb back at Chloe. Chloe couldn't help but smile as she watched her inebriated friend stand toe to toe with a muscular guy who was about a foot taller than her. He cocked an eyebrow at Chloe.

"Its true." Chloe nodded and shrugged happily.

"So, listen you tall handsome, handsome man…" Beca awkwardly patted his biceps. "With really large muscles. I mean wow." She shook her head to get focused again. "I'm going to have to repectfu- refspec- respectfully cut in." She slurred. Chloe shifted her weight and swallowed hard. Beca was going to dance with her at a cheesy wedding?

"No worries, shorty." He patted her head and smiled at Chloe. "Didn't know she had a girlfriend." He turned to leave the dance floor.

"I didn't say girf- girlfriend!" Beca took a step to follow him. Chloe grabbed her arm to turn her around to focus her attention back to Chloe. "Oh, hey!" Beca smiled.

"Hey." Chloe's voice was low and soft. "So...you wanna dance?" Beca bit her lip and nodded. She took Chloe's hand in hers and placed her hand on the small of Chloe's back. She looked down, studying her surroundings trying to remember how to slow dance. Chloe had taught her awhile back, but not as thoroughly as choreographed dancing for the bellas.

"Relax." Chloe whispered and her hand slowly crept around Beca's neck. Beca's eyes shot up to look at her. They stared into each other's eyes like they'd never really done. Chloe released her hand from Beca's and put both arms around Beca's neck. Beca froze for a moment. Chloe chuckled, reached down, took Beca's free hand and placed it on the other side of her waist before returning to wrapping her arms around her favorite short brunette. Beca gulped and leaned into Chloe. They weren't so much dancing as they were swaying and soaking each other in.

"I love you, Chlo." Beca's breath was hot on the skin just below Chloe's ear sending goosebumps up and down her arms. Beca said I love you first? She never says it unless she's adding some sarcastic comment to it. Chloe rested her cheek next to Beca's.

"I love you too." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Suddenly she felt Beca's lips softly on her neck. She gasped audibly and gripped onto Beca's blouse. Beca stepped even closer and grabbed Chloe's waist like she was holding on for life. Chloe ran her fingers along Beca's neck, making the brunette pull her head back and stare intensely into Chloe's eyes. Beca brushed a strand of hair back behind Chloe's ear. Chloe could see Beca's eyes linger on her lips. Beca kept her hand resting on Chloe's cheek, her thumb stroking her skin slowly. With her other hand, Beca traveled from Chloe's waist to her mid back where the dress's fabric ran out. Chloe closed her eyes and let out a sigh, feeling a bolt of electricity shoot through her as she felt Beca's hand on her skin.

"I think...we need to get out of here." Chloe glanced around the dance floor.

"Back to the room?" Beca suggested.

"Mhm...like right now." Chloe nearly demanded.

"Alright, lets go." Beca grinned to herself.

Beca and Chloe fled the dance floor like they were on fire. Chloe had gripped Beca's wrist as if she was preventing Beca from changing her mind. She guided them through the dance floor, through the reception, past the cake, through the lobby, to the elevator. She tapped her foot impatiently as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. They clumsily tripped over each other into the elevator. They looked at each other longingly as the doors closed, just as a stranger put his hand to stop the door to step inside too. They both looked and stepped away from each other, frustration boiling over. They reached the 10th floor and Chloe grabbed Beca's wrist again, leading her down the long hall.

"Do you have the key?" Chloe asked, nearly out of breath despite the lack of physical exertion.

"Y-yeah. Obviously." Beca mumbled as they reached the door. She fumbled through her purse as she could feel Chloe's impatience steaming inches away from her. She put the card in the door and Chloe opened it. As Beca walked in after, Chloe slowly shut the door and then leaned against it, looking expectantly at Beca.

They were finally inside, all alone, away from everyone. Chloe put her hand on the brunette's chin and studied her eyes. There was so much hidden in those dark eyes. Fear, hurt, anger, doubt. Chloe was determined to tear Beca's walls down and make her eyes brighter. "Kiss me."

Beca held Chloe's gaze, eyes darting back and forth between Chloe's bright blue eyes. They were so bright as if life came straight from the blue orbs. There was so much love, kindness, and confidence in them and Beca was so jealous. She just wanted to try to maybe be a part of it. She crashed her lips into Chloe's, making her stumble back against the door. Chloe let out a soft moan. There was no waiting this time, their tongues instantly fought for dominance. Chloe instinctively placed her hands around Beca's ribs and gently started to push her further into the room. Beca groaned as Chloe deepened the kiss. Beca's hands were on Chloe's hips, pulling her as close to herself as possible.

"Hold on." Chloe gave her a quick kiss and moved across the room.

"Not fair." Beca groaned, feeling semi-stunned, standing in the room until she heard the music come on that Chloe had put on the speaker.

"I just wanted to put on my...playlist." Chloe winked, wrapping her arms back around Beca's neck. The first song playing was Somo's "Ride," which they had both agreed, awhile back in a random conversation, was a big turn on song. Chloe slid her arms down to Beca's shoulders as she gently pushed her onto the bed. Beca sank down and reached up to slide the straps of Chloe's dress off her shoulders. Chloe giggled into the kiss when she realized Beca was struggling with getting her dress off.

"Let me help you out." She murmured as she stepped out of the dress quickly to instantly return to Beca's lips.

"Mmm…" Beca tilted her head as Chloe tilted the opposite direction. They were in perfect sync. Chloe's hands reached down to unbuckle Beca's belt.

"You would wear your stupid jeans with a fancy belt to a wedding reception." She rolled her eyes as she was out of breath trying to get the belt off.

"I didn't know I'd be getting lucky." Beca innocently shrugged and smiled widely while she tried to catch her breath.

"Oh shush." Chloe grinned as she slipped the belt out and tossed it across the room returning to their passionate kiss and next working on getting the jeans unzipped.

"You are so frustrating Beca Mitchell!" She leaned back to take a breath, unable to get Beca's jeans off.

"Let me help you out." Beca winked, stealing Chloe's words, slipping out of her jeans. Chloe rolled her eyes then reached for the bottom of Beca's button up blouse. She slowly undid each button as she explored Beca's mouth with her tongue gaining multiple moans from her favorite brunette. She reached the last button and tossed the blouse to the floor. She then reached behind Beca to pull her further up on the bed. She climbed right alongside her as they were in the middle of the bed, moving their hips in perfect motion together and kissing feverishly.

The chorus to the song started and Beca sat up, holding Chloe in her arms, and started planting kisses from her neck down her collarbone. Chloe couldn't help but tilt her head back and let out a stifled moan. Chloe wrapped her hands around Beca's cheeks and gently guided her back to lying flat while deepening their kiss, and involuntarily slowly moving her hips in repetitive motion against Beca's.

"Beca?" Chloe whispered, barely able to breath.

"Hm?" Beca pulled the back of Chloe's neck to her so their lips crashed together again.

"Beca." Chloe groaned against her lips. "Beca, wait." She very reluctantly broke their kiss and pushed herself slightly up from Beca. She could see the fear in Beca's eyes. "How drunk are you?"

"I know what I'm doing, Chlo." Beca responded.

"I just don't want you to wake up and not remember or worse, think it was a mistake." Chloe hovered over her, avoiding eye contact. Beca leaned up and kissed her urgently.

"I. Won't. Forget." Beca mumbled between kisses.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You and me?" She gazed into the brunette laying beneath her breathing heavily. Beca nodded her head slowly.

"I've never been more sure of anything." Chloe smiled widely and crashed her lips back on to Beca and let her hands start freely roaming. When they lacked oxygen, Chloe made her lips trace Beca's jaw then neck and then her shoulder, causing little moans each stop. Beca took a chance while Chloe was biting on her shoulder to casually flip her over and switch spots.

"Never saw you as the aggressor in this relationship, Mitchell." Chloe pulled her down on top of her.

"I'm full of surprises." Beca smirked in her cocky way before reattaching their lips in a desperate kiss. She grabbed Chloe's wrists and pulled them to her side, intertwining their fingers. Chloe pushed herself against Beca, hardly able to control herself anymore.

They feverishly kissed, stroked, and satisfied each other throughout the night. Months of their flirting, and not-so innocent kisses, and pent up attraction combusted that night. Aubrey would've been proud of the cardio exercise they both got.

The next morning, Chloe was the first to wake up. Beca's arm hung lazily around her waist and Chloe's left hand was intertwined with Beca's. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The clock said 9:15am. They had missed breakfast and checkout was in a little less than two hours. Chloe wished they could just stay here the rest of the day. She reluctantly slid Beca's hand off of her and got out of bed. She couldn't help but watch Beca lie so peacefully in bed, now on her stomach with her left arm stretched out where Chloe had just been. She made her way to the bathroom to shower, unable to hide her smile.

Once she finished and had blow-dried her hair she came out to see Beca packing up her things quietly.

"Hey, you." Chloe smiled. Her voice made Beca shiver.

"Hey." Beca looked up and smiled back briefly before getting back to packing.

"So...last night was?" Chloe blushed as she twirled her hair.

"A long time coming?" Beca smirked.

"And a few times coming." Chloe shot back with a flirty smirk. They gazed at each other for a few moments before Beca broke the eye contact and continued packing her things. Beca's body language felt off, so Chloe went up behind her and ran a hand up her spine, making Beca stiffen.

"I gotta shower." Beca gently grabbed Chloe's hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Chloe slouched in disappointed that Beca rejected the touch, but she understood.

"Want coffee?" She asked as Beca stepped into the bathroom.

"Yeah!" Beca said before the door shut...and locked, which Chloe tried not to read into.

The drive back home was only slightly awkward. Beca slept most of the way and they didn't do much talking. Chloe was eager to discuss the events of the weekend, but knew how Beca was. Thankfully, they had the house to themselves for one more day before the bellas started getting back.

"That was one of the best spring breaks I've ever had." Chloe put her bags down, watching Beca walk to the fridge.

"Yeah. it was good!" Her voice was a little too high making Chloe arch an eyebrow in suspicion. She followed Beca and stood close behind her and whispered in her ear.

"You ready to talk?"

"About what?" Beca spun around, avoiding Chloe's hot breath on her skin.

"Beca, you know what." Chloe left her flirtiness behind and turned serious as she crossed her arms.

"I don't think we need to talk about it. It was fun, it was unexpected." Beca avoided eye contact as she sipped her soda.

"And?" Chloe prodded.

"And what?" Beca sat the can down. "Do you want a critique of your performance or something?"

"No." Chloe's frustration was growing. "I want to talk about what it means for us."

"Us?" Beca's eyes widened.

"Yeah." Chloe spread her hands out as if saying 'duh!' "Do you want to be together? Friends with benefits?"

"Oh my God." Beca turned away out of awkwardness. "We're not having that talk."

"Well what are we supposed to do then, Beca?"

"Go back to normal?"

"Like it never happened?" Chloe felt the fear in her voice.

"Well...I mean...maybe that would be the best." Beca shrugged.

"I don't think you mean that." Chloe took a step toward Beca.

"I just don't think it would be smart to start something when we're in the bella house." Beca averted Chloe's gaze.

"We can keep it a secret." Chloe took another step closer. Beca gulped and looked down at the floor when all of a sudden she felt Chloe's lips on hers. She instinctively put her hands on Chloe's waist, while Chloe pushed her up against the counter. Just as Chloe started to deepen the kiss, Beca used all of her will power to push her back and step away from her, trying not to cry.

"Beca…" Chloe reached out.

"Stop!" Beca shouted, putting her hands on her head. Chloe froze. "I think we should just go back to how we were before the trip."

"We had sex, Beca." Chloe barked.

"I know! I was there!" Beca shouted back. "I'm just saying we shouldn't do it again."

"What?!" Chloe couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Beca we've been tip-toeing around this since we met. We can finally have it. I mean everyone thinks we're a thing anyway." She was close to begging.

"No." Beca looked down. "I can't."

"Can't? Or you won't?" Chloe crossed her arms again.

"I can't, Chloe! Now stop pushing me." She turned to walk to the stairs.

"Why are you so scared of letting me in, Beca?" Chloe started to reach out. She could sense her battle was already lost and pushing Beca when she didn't want to be pushed was just setting yourself up for failure. But she couldn't help herself.

"I'm not! We wouldn't work out anyway." Beca avoided Chloe's grip.

"I asked you…" Chloe shook her head trying not to cry. "I asked you if you were sure that night and you said yes!"

"You asked if I wanted to...do it. You didn't ask me to be your girlfriend!"

"I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend!" Chloe closed her eyes in frustration. "I just thought it would be something. I'm not just a one night stand girl."

"Bullshit." Beca laughed bitterly.

"Excuse me?"

"That's fucking bullshit!"

"How dare you, Beca! I don't sleep around as you like to think I did before I met you."

"And Todd?" Beca crossed her arms. "What exactly was supposed to happen there until you called me to save you?"

"Wow." Chloe let out an exhale in disbelief. "That's low, Beca."

"Look…" Beca put a hand on her forehead, trying to slow time and stop this disaster from spinning out of control. "Last night was…...okay."

"O...kay?" Chloe's eyes darkened as if this statement is what made her most upset. She put her hands on her hips. "I don't remember that being your opinion when you moaned my name over and over when I made you see stars."

"Oh get over yourself!" Beca rolled her eyes, feeling her anger pop back up.

"You're just being a little chickenshit!" Chloe shouted, feeling the tears burn in her eyes.

"I'm a what?!" Beca's eyes glared angrily at Chloe.

"You heard me! You're a chickenshit. The second you have feelings you get scared and try to hide behind pathetic excuses to not acknowledge them. You could be happy but you're too much of a coward!"

"It was a mistake, Chloe! Get over it!" Beca held her hands up. "I'm going to my room."

"You're right. Big mistake. Thanks, Beca for helping me realize you're way too immature for this." Chloe shook her head.

"Whatever." Beca mumbled as she stomped up the stairs grabbing her bag that contained her music equipment. Chloe stood in the kitchen in shock and anger and flinched when she heard and felt Beca's door slam. What the hell just happened?