A/N: I warned that turmoil was coming...

Chapter 29: Trouble In Paradise

Beca and Chloe had arrived home a few days before the other bellas from the break. Chloe wasted no time in making up for lost time over the break. She didn't give Beca a chance to unpack anything before dragging her to her bedroom and expressing just how much the family visit meant to her.

They enjoyed the rest of their time alone too, when Beca wasn't working. It was like they were in a little honeymoon phase despite being together for 7 months. They would wake up in the morning, make breakfast together, drink coffee, and exchange little displays of affection constantly. Chloe couldn't remember a period in time she had ever been more happy with her life.

Once all the bellas had returned, it was time to restart bella rehearsals in preparation for regionals. Aubrey was already have near nervous breakdowns several times a week fretting about the new competition they'd face this year. Regionals were still a couple months away so the setlist hadn't been set in stone yet. They'd been working on different numbers in practice preparing for both regionals and nationals. But Chloe had some ideas she wanted to run by the captain in charge of music, conveniently also her girlfriend.

"I have some ideas." Chloe plopped herself on Beca's bed as Beca worked at her laptop.

"Oh?"

"I know how you feel about pop music from the 90s to early 2000s, buuut…."

"I'm not putting boy bands in the set, Chlo." Beca interrupted, sensing where this was going.

"Becaaaa." Chloe whined as she stood up to wrap her arms around the back of Beca's shoulders. "Please, just try?"

"Aubrey won't appreciate last minute changes." Beca tried to reason, ignoring her girlfriend's touch.

"I can convince Aubrey. I convinced her to let you in the group after all." Chloe placed a slow kiss just under Beca's ear. "And I have a feeling I'll like whatever you come up with. And maybe I'll find a way to reward you."

"Fine!" Beca wiggled her shoulders to get Chloe away. "I'll see what I can do. But I can't do anything productive with you draped over me like that."

"Kay." Chloe gave her another quick kiss on the cheek. "I can't wait to hear what you come up with."

Chloe had mentioned telling Beca's dad about them multiple times over the next month. She tried to be subtle, but even with the most subtle hint, Beca would quickly tense up. Chloe played a little dirty one night as they were getting pretty amorous in Beca's room by bringing it up. Beca just groaned in annoyance and said whatever Chloe wanted to hear to keep things moving where they were headed. She promised they would tell her father soon. She'd come clean and there'd be no more secrets. They had great sex that night.

But it was the last time they'd have sex for awhile.

As the days went on, Chloe grew more and more impatient. She played it off well and wasn't too demanding of Beca to just rip off the bandaid and just tell her father. Chloe was actually getting pretty frustrated. She couldn't really understand how it was so hard, considering the loving and accepting family she grew up with. But she did her best to keep her frustrations at a minimum.

She didn't realize how much it was bothering her until the first night she denied Beca sex. She didn't really deny her, she just claimed she was tired and just wanted to snuggle instead. She didn't even fully understand she was a little mad at Beca when she said no. And Beca was unfazed as they slipped into comfortable cuddles.

Beca started noticing a potential problem when she tried again to sleep with her girlfriend and was quickly rejected. Chloe had been talking about telling her father just minutes before. Beca had shrugged off Chloe's inquiry quickly before started to trail kisses along Chloe's neck. Chloe was quick to gently, very gently, nudge Beca away and claim she thought she was about to start her period and wasn't feeling well.

There was a tension in the air between them. It had started small, but seemed to be growing by the hour. Beca had started keeping count of how many days it had been since they'd had sex. And it was longer than she felt was acceptable, aside from when they refrained when surrounded by Chloe's family, that at least made sense. This drought, however, made no sense to Beca. But she wasn't going to make an issue out it. She just figured it was a typical dry spell that all couples went through.

What wasn't as easy to ignore was how often Chloe started to ask about her dad. What started as little hints and suggestions about when Beca might want to tell him had blossomed into full on questioning why it hadn't happened yet. It had become an almost daily questioning that Beca was growing tired of. And Chloe was growing equally tired of keeping their important relationship a secret from an important person in Beca's life. But neither of them expressed their frustrations to each other. They powered through. Beca hoped Chloe would let the whole issue drop. Chloe hope Beca would finally cave and get some courage to tell her father. But they were both quite stubborn.

"I've been thinking." Chloe took a seat on the edge of Beca's bed, while Beca fiddled with her laptop.

"Hurt yourself again?" Beca glanced up with a wink.

"No." Chloe gave her a shove and then took a deep breath. "You know how I've been thinking about when and how to tell your dad? Well, I think we should go out to dinner. Public place, less chance for a scene."

Beca froze. She quickly recovered with a short, tight smile. "I was thinking of something that doesn't involve my dad at all." She leaned forward and attached her lips to Chloe's neck.

"Becs." Chloe sighed, trying not to give in immediately. "This is important."

"More important than ending our little dry spell?" Beca asked with faux innocence.

"We had a dry spell over Christmas. And as I recall that was your choice." Chloe's eyes drifted shut as she tilted her head to give Beca better access.

"Didn't mean I didn't want to." Beca pushed herself all the way up to wrap her arms around Chloe and kiss her on the lips. She let her tongue sneak forward to gain entrance into Chloe's mouth when Chloe suddenly moved backward. Beca's eyes fluttered open in confusion.

"We need to talk about this Beca." Chloe ran a flustered hand through her hair.

"What if we don't tell him?" Beca asked with a little shrug.

"You said you'd tell him." Chloe answered quickly. "You need to."

"What is with your obsession with telling my dad we're dating?" Beca finally backed away in frustration.

"Its not an obsession." Chloe rolled her eyes. "Its just...when you're in a long term relationship, you tell your family. Its important."

"And why? So he can condemn me and spout Bible verses about how our relationship is a sin?"

"You don't know he'd be like that." Chloe sighed, putting her hand on Beca's.

"Yes, I do. He's my dad, not yours." Beca quickly retracted her hand. "And if I don't want to tell him then I shouldn't be forced."

"I'm not trying to force you, but I don't really want to be someone's dirty little secret."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Beca jerked her head backward, eyes narrowing.

"Forget it." Chloe stood abruptly. She didn't want to get any more frustrated by the conversation so made her way to the door. "If you want to keep us a secret, you're going to. You do what you want, you've made that clear." She quickly shut the door behind her, leaving Beca flustered, confused and a little angry.

Chloe left the room and hurried downstairs to distract herself. As she opened the fridge she heard a "seriously?!" from upstairs followed by a slam and stomping footsteps. She turned around to face the stairs and prepared for an angry Beca.

"So you're just going to withold sex until I tell my dad or something?!" Beca threw her arms in the air in frustration. They didn't notice Stacie sitting at the counter eating some cereal. Her eyes grew wide as she slowly slipped the spoon out of her mouth and couldn't help but stare at the argument in front of her.

"I'm not witholding sex, Beca." Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Then tell me why you've shut me down every time I've tried for the past twenty-two days?" Beca folded her arms in defiance. Stacie raised her eyebrows at the number, feeling a bit sorry for both of them.

"Okay, maybe I don't really want to be intimate with someone who is obviously ashamed and wants to hide their relationship with me!"

"How can you think that? We've told people! The bellas know. I kiss you in public. I'm not hiding anything!" Beca quickly defended herself.

"Would the bellas even know if Em hadn't walked in on us?" Chloe asked bitterly, knowing that question wasn't quite fair.

"Of course they would, Chloe!" Beca put her hands on her head and spun around as if she couldn't face Chloe for a minute.

"Then why can't your dad know?"

"He wouldn't accept us, Chloe! Simple as that." Beca spun around, getting angrier that this was such a big deal to her girlfriend.

"I don't give a fuck if he accepts us or not." Chloe stated boldly. Stacie's eyes only grew wider as she slowly took another bite of cereal. Chloe wasn't a goodie-two-shoes by any means and was known to cuss on occasion. But her use of bleep worthy language was by far the least among all the bellas. So when she did use profanity, you knew she was pissed.

"Then why do we have to tell him?! Shit!" Beca slammed a hand into the refrigerator door, trying to relieve an ounce of frustration.

"Because its about you accepting you, Beca. You accepting us. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. And if it does matter to you, then that's a bigger issue." Chloe's voice was softer but her body language and eyes meant business.

"I do accept us, Chloe. I love us. And I don't want my dad to mess anything up. I like what we have and I don't want him and his judgmental ass to ruin it."

"So what about when we get married, Beca? He'll just never know his only child gets married? You'll keep the rest of your entire life a secret?" Chloe blurted out the questions faster than she could think. Suddenly she realized what she had said and wished she could scoop up all the words like they were alphabet soup and shove them back in her mouth and swallow them down so she wouldn't have to see that panicked look on Beca's face. Even Stacie's mouth hung open slightly in shock.

"When...we get...married?" Beca's voice was low and her words stuttered, and it sounded similar to a growl. Beca felt like all of a sudden some black hole was trying to swallow her from under her feet.

"I didn't mean-" Chloe closed her eyes and put a hand to her forehead.

"Didn't mean what?" Beca interrupted. "That you have our whole life planned out? Shit, I'm not done with college! I'm not even a senior! I have plans." Beca's chest started to bob up and down rapidly, which Chloe knew meant she was about to have a panic attack. "Do you have our future kids' names planned out and everything too? What town we'll live in? Car? House? Do I even get a say in our future?" Beca's eyes were rapidly fleeting all over the floor, not daring to glance up. She was talking more to herself than Chloe at this point.

"Beca, I'm not saying I want the future to start tomorrow. But you know me. Of course I think about things." Chloe said softly. "They're just thoughts, though. For now."

"Oh my God." Beca put her hands on her head and walked to the door. "I need to get some air." She yanked on the door knob and was outside in a flash. Chloe let out a defeated sigh and closed her eyes.

"Damn." Stacie muttered, causing Chloe to jump nearly a foot in the air.

"How long have you been there?!" Chloe grabbed her chest as she stared at Stacie.

"The whole time." Stacie waved her bowl at the redhead. "That was some fight."

"Yeah…" Chloe sighed heavily again as she slid into a chair beside Stacie.

"Trying to get her to tell her homophobic dad that she's gay AND bringing up marriage. You got balls, Beale." Stacie smirked as she moved to the sink.

"I didn't mean to bring up marriage at all." Chloe sunk her head into her hands as her elbows slid along the counter until she was face down.

"You two okay?" Stacie casually rinsed out her bowl, trying to mask her concern over the bellas biggest couple.

"I...think so?" Chloe said as she raised her head. "I'm not sure when this even turned into a fight."

"Well, have you talked to her?" Stacie chided.

"Yes! I literally just did!" Chloe's mouth hung open, annoyed at the insinuation Chloe wasn't a good communicator. "She just avoids it every time I bring it up. And the one time I'm a little more forceful she runs out the door!"

"You know how she is." Stacie rolled her eyes. "I mean look how she was when you two first slept together. How many more months went by before she accepted it and you two actually became a thing?"

"I'm just worried that her not wanting to tell her dad about us means she's ashamed. Or that she might not really want to be with me." Chloe said quietly, looking at the counter below her before Stacie put a hand on hers.

"Chloe. We've all seen the way that girl looks at you. There is absolutely no way she doesn't want to be with you." Stacie shook her head as she laughed as if Chloe was so naive. "Coming out to a homophobic parent is daunting. You're lucky to have an amazing family who didn't blink an eye when you told them you were bi. Some kids aren't so lucky. You can't force her to come out. That's up to her."

"But what if I can't be with someone who can't tell their parents about us?" Chloe asked so quietly, Stacie could barely hear her. She was looking up at the tall brunette with fear and tears in her eyes.

"Then…" Stacie gulped and took a step back. "That's up to you."

Beca went on a walk. A long walk. All the way to Jesse's. Her thoughts haven't been this out of control in a long time. And the last time they were, she ended up at that same doorstep. At least it wasn't the middle of the night this time.

"Beca!" Jesse opened the door and glanced over her shoulder. "Did you walk here?"

"Yeah." Beca nodded, waiting to be invited inside.

"Come on in, what's up?" Jesse stepped aside. Beca walked into the living room and gave Benji a friendly wave as he worked on making lunch.

"Want some pasta?" Benji asked as he chopped some vegetables. "I make the absolute best sauce."

"He's not lying." Jesse nodded confirmation. "I keep telling him he should be a chef."

"Sure." Beca let out a chuckle. "I didn't even realize I was hungry. I kinda skipped breakfast."

"Everything okay?" Jesse guided her to the couch. He could sense in her demeanor that something was up. Aside from Chloe, and Stacie on occasion, no one read Beca quite as well as Jesse.

"Chloe and I had a fight."

"Pretty bad one I'm assuming?"

"Yeah. And what's crazy is I didn't even realize it was a fight until I was slamming the door to walk here. Its been a thing that's just been bubbling up and it kind of exploded this morning."

"Alright. So what was this fight about?" Jesse settled against the chair, preparing for a long story.

Beca filled him in on how awesome Chloe's family was over the break and how it would be the complete opposite reaction from her dad. She told him how things were going great and then slowly things started getting tense. Chloe kept bringing up telling her dad, while Beca kept shutting it down. She even blurted out how it had been 22 days since they slept together. And it was driving her crazy. Jesse couldn't help but let out a sympathetic laugh.

"What do I do, Jesse?" Beca groaned as she flopped against the back of the couch.

"Well, first. You eat." Jesse hopped up and gave her a friendly pat on the thigh. "Seriously, this is the best pasta you'll ever eat."

"I even made the garlic bread since we had company." Benji placed the bread in a basket and stirred the pasta while Jesse grabbed plates and forks.

"So I'm not special enough for the garlic bread?" Jesse playfully grumbled as he set the table.

"I just don't want garlic breath when I can't keep myself from kissing you." Benji shrugged as he gave Jesse a quick kiss. Beca shook her head and wondered if her and Chloe were this nauseating...when they weren't fighting.

They put Beca's dilemma on hold to enjoy lunch. And Beca couldn't argue that it was in fact the best pasta she'd ever tasted. They chatted casually until Benji stood to clear the table. Jesse got a couple beers from the fridge and told Beca to continue. She detailed their fight this morning.

"And then she just dropped the marriage bomb!" Beca flailed her arms before taking a long sip. "I'm not even old enough to legally be drinking this! And she wants to talk about marriage? I haven't even proposed yet!"

Jesse glanced at Benji and they couldn't hide their grins and soft laughs. Beca looked at both of them incredulously.

"You think this is funny?"

"No, Becs." Jesse kept grinning. "Its just...you said yet."

"Huh?"

"You've thought about marriage too. You said you haven't proposed yet. And if you've taken any sort of psych class you know that means your subconscious has considered it."

"Dude, I don't need the psycho-babble." Beca huffed and looked away as she chugged the rest of her beer.

"Look, Beca." Jesse turned serious again. "I don't think you want to let Chloe go. And I think deep down you want at some point in the far future you might actually want to marry her. You can't be in a serious committed relationship while hiding it from your family."

"He'll disown me." Beca mumbled.

"Do you really want to fight so hard to keep him in your life if he lets you go because you're gay?" Jesse shook his head, trying not to get angry at a man he'd never met. "If you have to choose between Chloe and your dad, I'd say that's a no-brainer. I know its hard. And its scary to think of your dad not wanting to be in your life. And you might not want to hear this, but you have to tell him. And worst case scenario he disowns you? You have a huge support system waiting for you. You have me and Benji. You have the Bellas. And you'll have Chloe."

"Okay." Beca let out a deep breath. "Okay…"

"So how're you going to do it?"

"I gotta do it in person." Beca nodded as she tried to shake her fear of his possible reactions. "He's like two hours away. Could I borrow your car? I'll fill up the tank. Wash it. Put air in the tires. Everything."

"Chill, Becs." Jesse stood up to grab his keys. "Benji can give me a ride to work and stuff. Just fill her up, no worries."

Beca gave him a hug as she took the keys. She gave Benji a quick hug and complimented his cooking skills again before leaving.

She nervously drove the two hours to her dad's house. She had received a couple texts from Chloe apologizing for the fight and asking her to come back and talk. Beca thought about telling her what she was doing, but she worried it would only make her nervous. She just told Chloe she'd be back later. She sent a quick 'I love you' text to Chloe, just in case she sounded like she was still mad. And then she inhaled deeply before making the walk to her dad's front door.

"Beca! This is a surprise!" Mr. Mitchell smiled widely as he ushered Beca inside. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"I just um, wanted to talk to you about something." Beca tried to keep her voice steady.

"Did you change your mind about L.A? You want to go after all?" He asked, trying not to sound too disappointed.

"No, not that. I'm happy here. I'm uh, really happy actually." Beca risked a glance up to meet her dad's eyes.

"Good." He nodded, waited for Beca to say something else, but she just kept fidgeting nervously. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Do you still keep those snapples around?"

"Of course." He disappeared into the kitchen and returning with the drink. Beca was grateful for something to have in her hands and took a long sip. She could feel her dad's eyes on her. She knew he knew something was up, but he was waiting for her to work up the courage. The silence only made her more nervous.

"So, dad…" Beca finally breathed out when the phone rang. He held up a finger as he jogged to grab the phone. He started pacing around the room groaning words of frustration every couple seconds.

"How could she do this? On today of all days?" Cal Mitchell rubbed his face in distress. "I'll be there in ten okay? We can still help her. See you soon." Cal hung up the phone and was clearly flustered about whatever the phone call was.

"Everything okay?" Beca asked, worrying this would intrude on her coming out to her dad.

"One of our choir girls is getting baptized tonight. And today of all days she declared to her parents that she has a girlfriend. I'm sorry, Becs, but this is an emergency. Her parents need me to help their daughter. I'm probably going to be taking her to the ranch our church sponsors so I might be gone for a couple days. But we'll have dinner when I get back okay?" He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as he rounded up his things. Beca watched him freaking out over a girl that wasn't even his daughter admitting she was gay. How the hell was she going to do this?

"Stay as long as you like. You know where the spare key is. I'll call you when I get back." He hurried out the door, leaving Beca alone in the middle of the living room.

"Shit." She sank down onto the couch and put her head in her hands.

Beca returns Jesse's car and admits her plan failed quite miserably and whatever courage she had built up was quickly shattered. She wandered around town again as the sun was setting. Her phone had died, but she didn't even think about if anyone was trying to reach her. She wandered into a bar known for not carding and ordered the strongest possible shot for the smallest amount of money. The bartender gave her an annoyed look before pouring her a shot of an unknown liquor. But it tasted like peppermint. And it didn't burn too bad. She quickly asked for another.

Before she knew it, she was laughing with some girl at the bar. It had become harder to hold herself up and the bartender gave her a beer when she asked for another shot. He told her she should probably slow down.

"Ignore Greg." The girl waved her hand as she scooted her chair a little closer. "For a bartender he can be a real buzz-kill."

"Ha! Buzz...buzz-kill." Beca pointed at the girl beside her. "You're funny."

"And you're cute." Beca didn't seem to notice the flirty vibe from the brunette sitting beside her.

"You wanna know something really funny?" Beca gulped her beer and slammed it back down with more force than she intended. "My dad is homophobic. Helps run a ranch to turn kids straight. I went to tell him today that I'm gay and I chickened out!"

"Aww…" Mystery girl put her hand on Beca's arm and stroked it softly. "Dad's are the worst."

"Yeah."

"What's your name?"

"Be-*hiccup*-Beca." Beca swayed a little in her seat as she tried to keep eye contact.

"I'm Madison." Madison smiled brightly. "Let me buy you another drink. Sounds like you need to let loose."

"Kay." Beca grinned her crooked smile that she had no idea how attractive it was. They sat and talked a little longer. Madison telling Beca about her coming out story. Beca telling Madison stories about the bellas. After a while Madison leaned in close to Beca's ear.

"Wanna get out of here?"

"What?" Beca jolted back.

"I like you. Let's get out of here. I'll take your mind off your bad day." Madison winked as she leaned in to kiss Beca. Beca nearly fell out of her stool, trying to avoid the kiss. She sobered up quickly.

"Dude! I have a girlfriend." Beca stood up and stepped back. "I'm really sorry if I gave you the wrong impression."

"Girlfriend, huh?" Madison twisted her lips in disappointment. "So is that why you went to tell your dad?"

"Yeah." Beca carefully stood behind her stool, using it as a barrier.

"Relax, Beca. I'm not going to make you a cheater." Madison waved at the chair. "Sit. We can just chat."

"Really?" Beca hesitantly slid back into her seat.

"Yeah. I mean, your girlfriend's a lucky girl. Can't say I'm not disappointed. But I'm also pretty good at advice. If you want to talk about it?"

"That'd be good." Beca nodded awkwardly. Madison ordered another round and they stayed and talked for awhile. Beca even teared up, talking about how much she loves Chloe. And Madison even gave her advice. As the night wore on, Beca forgot that her phone was dead. When she went to check the time, she was reminded.

"Oh, shit!" Beca stood up, trying not to stumble. "What time is it?"

"10:30." Madison glanced at her phone.

"Shit, shit. Chloe's going to be freaking out. I haven't texted her since early this afternoon. I, uh, I gotta get home." After paying, she let Madison give a hug and Madison told her to go get her girl. She bolted out of the bar and hurried home, wishing she could call Chloe to pick her up.

Stacie had brought some classmates back to the house to hang out and it turned into an impromptu party. Not a typical bella party though, much more relaxed and much less booze. Chloe was in the kitchen, doing her best not to freak out. She hadn't heard from Beca and her calls went straight to voicemail. Stacie was trying to get her to relax and join the group for some games. Chloe couldn't relax though, she just stayed in the kitchen, chewing on her nails and pacing back and forth, staring at the door.

And as if she had wished just hard enough, she saw Beca stumble through the door.

"Beca! Where have you been?" Chloe sprinted over to wrap her arms around her girlfriend. Beca didn't respond, but just gripped onto Chloe to keep from falling.

"You're drunk." Chloe tilted her head back, accusal in her tone.

"Mmm...I love you." Beca's words slurred and her grin was lopsided.

"I love you too." Chloe smirked, holding her girlfriend up. "You wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"M-nuthin." Beca shook her head leaning in to kiss Chloe. Chloe let her for a moment before stepping back.

"How much have you had to drink?" Chloe scrunched her face at the smell of Beca's breath.

"I go mouthwash." Beca pointed aimlessly at the bathroom. Chloe watched her sluggishly reach the bathroom and nearly lose her balance against the moving door. Chloe glanced to the living room where the bellas and Stacie's friends were laughing about some cards against humanity joke before sneaking to the hallway where her room was to wait for Beca.

"Minty fresh!" Beca held out her arms proudly.

"Beca, can we talk?" Chloe sat on her bed, looking at Beca nervously.

"Boo. Talk." Beca rolled her eyes as she kicked the door shut. "I love you, Chlo. Like...this much!" She stretched her arms as wide as she could. "No...that doesn't do it justice."

"Becs." Chloe couldn't help but let a grin appear on her face. If she wasn't worried about her girlfriend and in the middle of a fight, she would have found drunk Beca adorable.

"Let me prove how much I love you." Beca whispered against Chloe's ear, which was a tried and true way of weakening the redhead. Beca clumsily climbed onto the bed with Chloe and laid her down as she straddled the redhead's hips.

"Becs…" Chloe gasped as Beca attached her lips to her pulse point. Chloe was struggling internally with her arousal, especially after going almost a month without sex, but also concern that they needed to talk first. "Beca…" She panted again as Beca rolled her hips against her own while sucking at her pulse point.

"Chlo." Beca groaned as she grinded against the redhead again.

"Bec, wait." Chloe's voice was strangled as she bit back a moan. "Stop."

Beca only groaned again as she slid her hand under Chloe's shirt, traveling north until she could palm Chloe's breast.

"Beca, stop." Chloe whispered as she tried to grab Beca's arm. Beca still made no movement to stop what she was doing and she only intensified her movements. Chloe's arousal was instantly replaced with anger that Beca was blatantly disregarding her requests to stop. And that was completely unlike Beca.

"Beca! Stop!" Chloe finally shouted as she gave Beca a firm shove. Due to her inebriated state, Beca quickly fumbled off the bed and landed hard on her ass.

"What the hell!" Beca groaned as she rolled over and slowly pushed herself off the floor.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Chloe sat up, glaring at Beca once she was back on her feet.

"Excuse me for wanting to sleep with my fucking girlfriend!" Beca ran a frustrated hand through her hair.

"Well your girlfriend said stop." Chloe's eyes were boring into Beca, filled with anger and confusion. "Where were you today? Why haven't you been answering your phone? And why are you all of a sudden some uncontrollable drunk?"

"My phone died, okay?" Beca took a deep breath. "I went to see my dad. I was going to tell him."

"Was?" Chloe softened little, suddenly curious how that might've gone.

"Yeah. And I was just about to tell him everything when he gets a phone call. Some girl from his church announced she was gay the day of her baptism. He lost his shit." Beca closed her eyes, remembering how upset her dad was over this girl. "He stormed out to go drag her off to their church camp before I could say anything."

"Becs." Chloe sighed heavily, hating the terrible timing of it all. "Why didn't you tell me? I would've gone with you."

"I didn't want to lose my nerve. And Madison said…"

"Who the hell is Madison?" Chloe rose from the bed, consciously controlling her anger from boiling over.

"She's a girl I met at the bar." Beca said quickly, not wanting to lie about anything especially since she knows she didn't do anything.

"So we have one fight and you go pick up a girl in some bar?" Chloe's jaw was clenched.

"I didn't pick her up." Beca said defensively. "We just sat and talked and I told her about my dad and she actually had some good advice."

"So you can talk to some stranger about this, but you can't talk to me, your girlfriend?!" Chloe's hands were firmly on her hips, growing more and more frustrated.

"I don't know what to say to you, Chloe. You're asking me to choose between you and my family, basically. It was nice to hear some objective advice."

"You should go to bed." Chloe said quietly, looking away from Beca. "In your own bed, just to clarify."

"Chlo…" Beca reached out but Chloe quickly stepped away.

"Beca, we're not doing this right now with you being too drunk to probably remember it tomorrow. So go to bed. Sleep it off. We'll talk tomorrow." Chloe said forcefully, glancing up for a brief second to look at Beca. Beca was drunk, yes, but not too far gone to try and argue with Chloe at this point. She took a deep breath and turned around, doing as Chloe asked without another word.

A/N: Nope, it won't be resolved in one chapter. All I can say is just trust me. I think the angsty crap I'm putting in will pay off. Please let me know what you think. And shoot me ideas you'd like to see. I already got a Staubrey request, and I'm open minded ;)