A/N: Please bear with Beca's bitchiness...I'm writing it, and even I'm annoyed with Beca haha.. I hate writing them fighting, but I'm trying to use my own experiences to put in to how Beca's reacting to everything...She's struggling with her own sexuality which can be daunting. Don't worry though, Beca and Chloe won't stay mad forever!

Chapter 11: Fight Face

Beca and Chloe were alone in the house for most of the day before the bellas came back. Fat Amy had crashed at one of her boyfriends' mansion, and would only return because Aubrey would kill her if she didn't. Chloe was making herself breakfast when the angry stomps of Beca descended the stairs.

"Could you be any louder in here? It's 8am." Beca growled.

"Yeah, 8am. A normal time for an adult to be awake and starting the day." Chloe maintained her focus on the eggs in the pan.

"Oh, right, I'm a child, I forgot." Beca shoved past her to the coffee and angrily snatched the pot and poured herself a cup.

"What do you think you're doing?" Chloe grabbed the coffee pot.

"Getting coffee, obviously."

"Then maybe you can make your own like a big girl, because I made that for me."

"Why didn't you just make a full pot?"

"Because no one else is here!"

"God, you can be selfish." Beca slammed the coffee pot back and marched to the stairs. "I'm going back to bed, I'd appreciate it if you could not slam pots and pans the rest of the morning."

"Sure, thing, your highness." Chloe rolled her eyes. When she heard the door slam upstairs she closed her eyes and exhaled, leaning against the counter. "We never should have slept together." She whispered to herself and put her head in her hands.

Bella rehearsal was going from bad to worse and Aubrey was struggling to keep her anger in check. Everytime they performed "Walk Me Home" and Beca and Chloe had to do their dance it was choppy, spastic, and on multiple attempts one or both ended up on the floor. They barely made eye contact and were completely out of sync. Aubrey was baffled because she put them together because they honestly had the best chemistry. She was wondering if she needed to switch Stacie with Chloe since Stacie and Aubrey were performing the same dance routine just behind Beca and Chloe. She was stressing with only a month before nationals, now was not the time for Beca and Chloe to lose it on her.

"Okay, take five!" Aubrey shouted and wiped the sweat from her brow. The other bellas shuffled to their seats and gulped down some water.

"What is wrong with you?" Aubrey hissed in Beca's ear near the piano.

"Me?" Beca spun around.

"Before spring break you and Chloe could do this number in your sleep and now you're acting like you've hit your head and forgot how to dance altogether."

"Takes two to tango." Beca shrugged, glancing at Chloe.

"I don't know what's going on with you two, but fix it." Aubrey growled. "And fix it soon." She stomped away, leaving Beca alone at the piano.

The rest of rehearsal went borderline decent. Aubrey finally called it a day. Watching mistake after mistake was causing too much unnecessary stress.

"Okay, Bellas! We are going to need to hunker down over the next 34 days. We seem to have taken a few steps back in the last week." She sent a pointed glare between Beca and Chloe. "We have a shot to win Nationals. Do not let me down at this point in the year. We have come too far to fall apart now. I believe in us and I need everyone to believe in us too. So get focused!" She screeched, causing everyone to flinch except Lilly. "Get your shit together and we'll start fresh at the next rehearsal. Hands in." She angrily held out her hand waiting for the other Bellas to join. They did their "ahh" and everyone filed out of the auditorium quickly.

"Chloe!" Aubrey was erasing the board as Chloe paused. Beca brushed passed her without making eye contact. Chloe couldn't help but glance behind her before following Aubrey's command.

"I know you better than almost anyone." Aubrey turned around with her eyes closed, holding in her frustration. "So please do not make me pry this out of you. I'm going to make this as simple as I can...What the hell?!" Chloe looked away sheepishly. She knew exactly what Aubrey was talking about, so she couldn't lie, but she definitely couldn't tell her about what happened over spring break.

"I don't know -"

"Bullshit!" Aubrey held her hand up. "You don't need to tell me, but something happened between you and Beca. When you called me you sounded happy and like you two were having a pretty good time. And now you can't even be in the same room without getting in a fight. You two used to have more chemistry than a freaking science fair and now its like you don't even know each other. First and foremost, this is disastrous for the Bellas because you two are such a big part of the performance. Secondly, you are my best friend and I'm worried. You haven't been yourself. I feel so helpless for you."

"I'm sorry, Aubrey. Its...its just complicated…" Chloe choked up and placed a hand on her forehead.

"Just try. Talk to me. Not as Bella captain but as your best friend." Aubrey's voice softened. Chloe looked at her and almost, almost broke down and told her everything. But she feared Aubrey's reaction. And feared even more Beca finding out that Chloe blabbed about their night together, that she obviously wanted to just forget about.

"We…" Chloe took a deep breath. "We drank a lot. It was stressful with the wedding and everything. We were literally with each other constantly. And after a few too many cocktails we got in some random fight and things were said that can't be unsaid. Now, its just awkward."

"Friends fight, Chloe. I get it. And you two have had your share of squabbles, but nothing ever like this. I know Beca can be a stubborn little mule sometimes, but I'm worried...about both of you."

"I'll talk to Beca, okay? I'll try to fix this. I want nationals as bad as you do."

"I know." Aubrey stepped forward and wrapped Chloe in a hug. "I was always jealous of Beca. I felt like she was taking my place as your best friend. Now, I want nothing more than to see you two back to normal."

"Me too." Chloe whispered.

Chloe had tried to talk to Beca, but only received smart ass comments in return and gave up in frustration. The next few days passed with Beca and Chloe causing tension throughout the house. They'd bump into each other and then start a screaming match. If they were ever in the kitchen together they would fight over who got to use what utensils and pans. Beca would scream at Chloe for not cleaning. Chloe would scream at Beca for using her seasonings, which never bothered her before. Everyone walked on eggshells around them, it was a tense household. What was only a few days felt like weeks with the former best friends at each other's throats.

"Bellas!" Aubrey stood at the bottom of the stairs and shouted in her signature "mom call" for all the bellas to gather in the living room. One by one the bellas came downstairs, except Beca. The bellas shifted awkwardly and kept giving Chloe glances. Sensing what they were thinking, Chloe snapped.

"Why do I always have to be the one to get her? Can't one of you finally grow a pair and bring her down? She's not THAT scary!"

"I'll get her." Fat Amy quickly mumbled with wide eyes and hurried up the stairs. She opened Beca's room to find her with her headphones on, per usual. She eyed Fat Amy and slipped her headphones off.

"Bella Bonding Activity?" Beca grimaced.

"Fraid so, mate. Open mic night. But I'll buy you a drink, and we can even sing together. Fat Amy and Shawshank! The world won't know what hit them!" Fat Amy tried to encourage the brunette.

"Two drinks?" Beca cocked an eyebrow.

"Done. Now let's go." Fat Amy clapped her hands.

The bellas were enjoying themselves and more surprisingly, behaving themselves. Chloe and Beca had been kept separated by Aubrey and Fat Amy respectively, so there was minimal chance of drama.

"Alright, Shawshank." Fat Amy slammed her glass down. "We're up next, you ready?"

"I was born ready!" Beca threw her hands in the air. She was drinking faster than usual, which both concerned and excited Fat Amy. Beca was always more fun when she drank, but there was a line Fat Amy hoped to make sure she didn't cross.

"What are we singing anyway?" Beca whispered when they picked up their mics. Before Amy could respond the opening beat to "Africa" by Toto came on and a grin spread across Beca's face. This was secretly one of her top five favorite songs, and how Amy knew that she couldn't guess.

Chloe immediately looked toward the stage, recognizing one of her best friend's secret favorite songs. She saw Beca and Fat Amy about to do their duet and felt a pang of jealousy. She figured she'd be doing the duet with Beca if it weren't for the awkwardness that now shrouded their friendship.

"It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from youuuuuuuuu!" Amy and Beca sang into their mics during the chorus while pointing at each other and dancing. "There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever dooooo! I bless the rains down in Africaaa!" They were both doing their own choreography to the song much to the delight of the crowd.

Chloe couldn't help but laugh when Fat Amy picked up a shrieking Beca and held her like Simba in Lion King. When they finished and the bar was asked to vote for who would advance to the next round, Chloe voted for Amy and Beca. She did it mostly to keep Beca occupied so they wouldn't have a public fight, but she also still enjoyed watching Beca perform. And it was nice to see her smile for the first time in awhile.

When it came for the duet's second round, Amy had called it quits in favor of flirting with a fellow Aussie at the back of the bar. Beca didn't mind as she still grabbed the mic. She saw Chloe at the bar running her hands over some new meathead's arm and she announced that she was switching the song, which gained a cautious glance from the redhead.

The beat started and Chloe couldn't help but grin smugly when she realized it was Nick Jonas' "Jealous."

"I don't like the way he's looking at you. I'm starting to think you want him too." Beca stared daggers in Chloe's direction. Chloe continued smirking and leaned in close to plant a kiss on Meathead's cheek. Beca smirked right back and turned her attention to a girl who was dancing close to the stage. Aubrey's eyebrows shot up when she watched Beca motion the girl to join her on stage. Chloe's smirk disappeared when she saw the girl dancing close to Beca as she sang "you're too sexy beautiful." She pulled Meathead to the dance floor and started dancing seductively with him so she was right in Beca's eye line.

Aubrey glanced from Beca back to Chloe, noticing they were looking at each other more than their dance partners. And since when did Beca let a stranger dance up on her like that?

When the song ended, there was an eruption of applause. Beca was nearly out of breath as she made one more announcement.

"Everyone give a big shout out to my amazing dance partner…" She leaned the mic in the direction of the girl standing beside her.

"Camille. But my friends call me Cammie." She put her hand on the mic and gave a wink at Beca. Chloe winced. She was the only one allowed to wink at Beca like that.

"Well thanks for dancing with me, Cammie." Beca winked back. Chloe's eyes then furrowed, and since when does Beca ever wink back? "I'm Beca." They shared a hug before Beca jumped down and saw Chloe making out with Meathead back at the bar. She marched right over and broke up the kiss.

"Excuse me, you two are kind of taking up bar space and I need a drink." Beca leaned on the counter.

"You have a problem or something, short stack?" Chloe folded her arms.

"With you or your choice of meatheads to play tonsil hockey with?"

"Jealous?" Chloe nearly laughed in her face.

"You wish."

"Well your song choice kind of says differently." Chloe shrugged.

"Just don't call me when I'm asleep if you need saving again." Beca grabbed her beer and walked to the front door. Chloe watched her for a second before stomping right after her.

It had started raining outside and Beca forgot her jacket inside. She tilted her beer up when she got startled by Chloe calling her name a few feet away.

"You don't get to have an opinion on who I date or hook up with, you know?"

"I'm entitled to have an opinion on anything I want." Beca laughed. "Merica." She held her beer up in toast.

"I wanted you, Beca. And you said no. So you don't get to act jealous when I find other people." Chloe stepped forward. Beca gulped because she couldn't think of any response. Chloe took her silence as a cue to keep talking.

"We could've been something special. And now you just hate me and I don't know why. So I might need someone to help me feel less lonely. That used to be you, Beca. But don't get in my way when I find someone. Don't act like I'm the bad guy when you were the one who turned me down."

"I'm going home." Beca tossed her beer in the trash can. Chloe opened her mouth to say something else like 'get your jacket' or 'let Aubrey know' but she just stood there and watched as Beca walked away with her hands in her pockets and shoulders shrugged to stay as warm as she could.

The next bella rehearsal didn't go much better, much to the dismay of Aubrey. During one of the dance moves, Beca tripped and let go of Chloe who landed on her back. Everyone stopped and there was a collective gasp.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Chloe slammed her hands on the ground and glared at Beca.

"It was an accident, drama queen." Beca rolled her eyes and went to get a drink of water.

"What is your problem?" Chloe marched after her. "We had this routine down perfectly before…" She paused. "And now you act like you've never danced a day in your life."

"I can't help it that you're uptight and making it difficult." Beca shrugged.

"Get your head out of your ass, Beca!" Chloe angrily dropped her hands to her sides. Fat Amy almost stepped in to say something, but Aubrey held her hand up, signaling to let them battle out for now.

"Oh yea, there's the famous Chloe Beale maturity, right?"

"What is with you, you're acting like you don't even care about our set. Do you even care about nationals?"

"I never even wanted to be a bella. You begged me to, remember!"

"I did not beg." Chloe scoffed and put her hands on her hips.

"Really? Assaulting someone in the shower, forcing them to sing, and then telling them to show up to some lame ass auditions? That sounds like begging to me."

"I did not assault you!" Chloe shouted incredulously. "Who's the drama queen now?"

"Look, maybe I'm making the group worse. I don't have to deal with this." Beca shook her head and started walking to her bag.

"So you're just going to bail? You're going to let all of us down just because you can't let go of your pride. Fine! Leave, that's what you're good at."

"Hey!" Beca spun around. But Aubrey finally stepped in.

"Okay, ladies, that's enough! I don't know what is going on, but we are going to fix it." She took a deep breath. "We are having a surprise bella activity and we leave tonight after rehearsal." There was murmuring and scattered questions among all the bellas. Beca and Chloe just glared angrily at each other.

"My uncle owns a campground with cabins about an hour away and we are going to reunite. We have the chance to make history for Barden acapella and I'm not going to let you two screaming at each other like teenagers ruin that. Come hell or high water, when we return, we will be a unified team again. So, we can end early today, go home and pack. We leave at daybreak." Aubrey ignored the groans and complaints and packed her bag and left before anyone else for the first time ever.

"You happy now?" Beca huffed at Chloe.

"If you would get the stick out of your ass and just be normal, she probably wouldn't have planned that at all."

"So it's my fault?"

"Mostly." Chloe shrugged. She then took a deep breath, looking at Beca who was shoving things in her bag. "Look, let's just call a truce okay? Get through to nationals in a few weeks and then if you want you can quit the bellas and we never have to see each other again." Beca stiffened at the words.

"Do you want me to quit?"

"No." Chloe avoided eye contact and shifted on her heels.

"Fine, truce." Beca slung her bag over her shoulder and left without making any more eye contact or conversation with Chloe.