A/N: Hello Everyone! Here's the next chapter, I hope you all enjoy it as much as the first two. To answer one question I've had, yes this will be BeChloe, but it will be a very slow burn. Thanks everyone for the reviews and the really kind words.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect or really anything.

Chapter 3

New Opportunities

"Ugh! Who turned on the lights?"

The first thing Beca notes is that it's quite early in the morning. Earlier than when any sane person would be awake. Especially one who is sure she was out till at least 2:00AM. Yeah, it's way too early for any rational person.

Groggy and disoriented, Beca rolls over in an attempt to go back to sleep, but the light spilling through the open blinds hits her squarely in the face. It seems concentrated, as if all the light is focused on that one spot.

Beca rolls back, but the light seems to follow and it's too warm to burrow under the blankets. She settles on her back and lets out a groan. Her head aches with the all too familiar pain of someone who's partied particularly hard the night before. Her hands move seemingly of their own accord to her head, both to massage her temples and block out the persistent light.

She tries to focus and remember why she had imbibed so much booze last night. It takes some time, but memories of the previous night begin to form through her sleep and alcohol induced haze.

Memories of her gig at Club Exchange.

Now Beca truly wakes up.

Club Exchange!

She rocked Club Exchange last night!

In her enthusiasm she opens her eyes and tries to sit up.

This was a mistake.

She grimaces from the bit of headache she's sporting and a bad case of dry mouth. Or is it a bit of dry mouth a really bad hangover?

She really can't tell.

Anyone who knows Beca, and there aren't many who do, knows that this is anything but her favorite time of day. Still this morning, now that the gates to her memories have opened, she's feeling an afterglow of the euphoria from last night lingering in the recesses of her mind. Beca's mouth twitches into a smile as she relives the remnants of the elation she felt while spinning at Club Exchange again. It had been the elation of just knowing that the room was hers. There were a few times as a Bella when she had felt this, at the World's and their first National Championship were the most prominent, but there had been other times as well. Moments while performing when she just knew the audience was in synch with their performance.

It had been the same last night.

Beca knows she's still relatively new to the scene here on the west coast, but she also knows not every DJ is capable of really playing a room.

But she can.

And there's nothing like being a DJ when you are so intune with the audience that their heartbeats and your rhythm become one. Where the audience truly feels the music you are supplying and you feed off the energy of their enthusiasm and movements. The symbiosis is enthralling, it's like sex with a great partner and the DJ had experienced it in full last night.

But there is a cost to pay, and Beca is paying it now. She's decided that it's not a bit of a headache, it's a pounding headache. She lays there trying to get her bearings and wondering why'd she woken up? Was it the too bright sunlight pouring through the windows? Wait hadn't she closed the drapes last night? Or maybe it was the annoying humming coming from the soon to be dead overly cheerful boy, who'd just walked in. Beca groans in frustration, wishing wholeheartedly for one more hour of sleep.

Her voice comes out as a hoarse croak, as she asks, "Are you humming 'Zippity Doo Dah!?"

"Yup," answers Jesse as he places a cup of coffee down on the dresser. "I can't believe you recognize that song. Have you ever seen the movie?"

"No," answers Beca grumpily, "But I have visited Disney World. How the hell are you this awa..."

Before Beca can finish, she's cut off by Jesse jumping on the bed. "Wake up! It's another beautiful day my gorgeous DJ!" He laughs at her grumpy face she's making.

Beca's eyes snap open as she feels the bed lurch from Jesse's weight. "Dude, seriously? What are you, like three? What time is it?" Beca asks.

"Just after seven," Jesse replies, he holds out a fist, and after a second's hesitation she extends her hand in response. Two ibuprofen are dropped into her open palm, which she throws into her mouth, and accepts the glass of water Jesse has taken up off the nightstand.

Swallowing the pills and three quarters of the water, Beca clears her throat and then clears it again. Still her voice is hoarse as she says, "Too early," Beca croaks. She pulls the covers over her head.

"Come on, babe, my little badass DJ has to go to work, and I have to get to class." Jesse says. "I made breakfast. There's even bacon."

Beca peeks her head from under the covers. "Is there coffee?"

"Like I would come to wake you up without coffee," Jesse chuckles as he gets out of the bed and grabs the mug from the dresser. Turning back to give it to Beca he smirks, "Did you just put on sunglasses in bed?"

She had just put on sunglasses while still in bed. "Yep!" Beca made sure to really pop the 'P' as she reaches for the offered mug. "They reinforce my badassitude."

"Badassitude? Is that even a word?" Asks Jesse as he gives Beca a quick peck on the lips.

She smirks at him and deadpans, "It is now and it fits me to a T."

"Yeah it does. Hurry up, I got breakfast ready," says Jesse as he heads out of the bedroom.

Beca rolls her eyes but smiles at Jesse's back before taking a sip of her coffee. Jesse sticks his head back in and says, "If you make me late to class, I get to have a movie night and we're having a John Cussak of the 80's marathon."

"Okay I'm up," Beca says as she sits up straight.

Beca can hear Jesse laughing as he heads back to the kitchen. She slowly slumps back into her pillow and fights to ignore the nausea that swept through her when she sat up so quickly.

Beca's mind drifts back to the night before and the after party she and Jesse had with Stacie and her friends after her shift. Everyone had been so complimentary of the job she had done as the DJ. And with the compliments came free drinks, though again nothing is ever free, and she was going to be paying a lot this day.

Thoughts of the celebration though bring back musings of her favorite redhead. But musings give way to memories, and how Chloe hadn't been there for the best part of the night. She scowls as she remembers how that jackass laid a hand on her. It burns her Chloe felt the need to leave early because some drunk ape got a little too grabby. The jackass had gotten off too easy. Beca wishes she had gotten in at least one crotch shot or punch to the nose.

Beca would never admit it publicly, but Chloe has taken up a special place in her heart. Of course everyone knows, but Beca would never admit it out loud. There isn't another living soul that has been able to slip past Beca's carefully constructed walls as easily as one Chloe Beale has; not even Jesse.

Thoughts of Chloe are always intertwined with thoughts of Jesse, and vice-versa. The two are entwined in her life; both playing important roles in Beca's growth, both as a person and as an artist.

Jesse's a great boyfriend, with the exact right temperament needed to be the boyfriend of one Beca Mitchell. Frankly, when it comes to Beca and their relationship, Jesse has the patience of Job. Over the years, Jesse's really helped Beca to learn to love, and be intimate.

Yet Chloe had done even more in the same time Beca had known Jesse to pull her out of her self-imposed exile. Beca smirks as she thinks about how the two most important people in her life had come into it at nearly the same moment and both had changed her fundamentally.

Beca's never quite sure who she met first. She'd seen Jesse in the cab first, but spoken with Chloe first at the activities fair. Then again she had had her first real conversation with Jesse at the radio station, but then Chloe had seen her naked first. Beca's cheeks warm with red blush as she againremembers that fateful moment in the shower. It's amazing how clearly that image remains in her memory.

Beca rolls her eyes. Now she's going to have naked Chloe on her mind for the rest of the day. Seriously this had been an issue at various inopportune times over her college career. That particular memory had almost caused her to fail her European Renaissance History final. Only Chloe Beale could make her blush that way. Yet somehow thoughts of the redhead always make Beca smile.

Truth be told, Beca owes her crazy redheaded friend a debt that may never be paid; by pushing her to succeed and giving her the support needed to make it in LA. Chloe is the person most responsible for Beca being in this place she now finds herself. Beca only became a Bella because Chloe invaded her space and the walls that she as well as society had placed; seriously, shower curtains were invented for a reason. Through Chloe she had the Bellas, and in the Bellas, Beca had found other friends with whom she had grown, and now are as close as any family member.

And beyond personal development there's her professional growth. Because with Chloe and the Bellas, but especially Chloe, Beca had expanded her musical repertoire, and developed new skills. She now had a more nuanced sound that was frankly just better than what she was able to produce when she first arrived at Barden.

Chloe brings the best out of Beca without even trying; in large part because Chloe always pushes Beca out of her comfort zone. Like being one of the captains of the Bellas; Chloe had challenged Beca to step up and then agreed to be her co-captain, so she could help out.

Over the last four years her crazy redhead had pushed Beca at every opportunity to be better. Yet it never felt like pushing. It's more that Chloe had expectations of Beca. Expectations Beca desperately wants to live up to. To reach potential that Chloe never wavers in telling Beca is evident to all.

On the flip side, Chloe has become a bit of a safety blanket for Beca.

When the excitement of being given the chance to build the Los Angeles office of Residual Heat had worn off, Beca realized she would be moving to California and away from Chloe.

Panic had quickly set in.

It'd taken a few days, but finally after two failed attempts and two hours of practicing her speech, Beca was finally able to ask Chloe to move with her to California.

There had been such relief when Chloe said yes.

Beca's eternally grateful Chloe said yes. The truth of the matter is that Chloe Beale makes her better, stronger. She might not have made it in Los Angeles if it weren't for her Chlo.

Reality is Los Angeles is a much tougher place than Beca had been aware of. She quickly began to discern that Beca Mitchell might not have conquered LA when she was 18 like she had always envisioned. Beca now knew that Los Angeles, the Entertainment capital of the world, is a truly dog-eat-dog world; where only the strong survive, so having Chloe at her back is a necessity.

Which makes Beca feel even worse that she partied while her best friend was alone. With her eyes still closed, Beca reaches over and fumbles for her iPhone. She needs to make this right, though she knows Chloe will just wave it off.

She texts Chloe.

TinyDJ [07:11AM]: Good Morning Chlo!

TinyDJ [07:11AM]: How R U?

TinyDJ [07:12AM]: RU Awake?

SweetGinger [07:12AM]: Morning Becs :) I'm fine :)

SweetGinger [07:13AM]: Thanks 4 asking :) xoxo

TinyDJ [07:13AM]: Glad 2 hear ;-)

SweetGinger [07:14AM]: What R U doing up? ;)

TinyDJ [07:14AM]: Trebble boy is such a morning bird. :-(

SweetGinger [07:15AM]: LOL This is Y U should always come home 2 me! ;) xoxox

TinyDJ [07:15AM]: True! C U later?

SweetGinger [07:16AM]: of course! Have GREAT Day! Miss U Already! ;-)

TinyDJ [07:15AM]: U2 :-)

From the kitchen she hears Jesse yell, "Beca you are still in bed?"

Chloe woke to Beca's texts. She can't help but smile as she reads them, knowing that Beca cares, and is thinking about her.

She enjoys the banter that she can have with her best friend. Even through texts. In fact, it's sometimes easier to get her little alternative artist to share her thoughts through a text than it is to get her to say something out loud. Chloe figures that Beca has convinced herself that as long as she's not looking at the person, then whatever she's revealing isn't actually being revealed. Chloe has a feeling that this is so the DJ has at least one outlet that she can count on to share with her best friend.

Chloe lays back after Beca signs off and just lets her mind wander. It's times like this when Chloe ponders her life and her place in it. Not for the first time she thinks about how she came to be on the other side of the country from her family, in a place she never envisioned as her home. There are a lot of events that had to take place for her to be here today, but there is one that stands out above the rest now; the day that Beca told her she was moving to Los Angeles.

The usually cheery redhead remembers that fateful day like it was yesterday. It has become one of those memories that is just etched in her mind's eye. She had actually been having a really great day sitting at the desk in her room in the Bellas' house looking over some job descriptions that she was considering, when her best friend flew into the room in a burst of excitement. Chloe had yelped in surprise and had to fight to keep her balance as she almost tipped her chair over. Beca though didn't even notice as she excitedly gave Chloe the news.

Chloe can never forget the excitement in her best friend's face as she told Chloe that she had been given a promotion at Residual Heat, and would be taking over a new position with a team who would be setting up a new studio in LA. Beca's full smiles are rare but on that afternoon it had been on full display, with 50,000 watt light bulbs intensity. And Beca's eyes had shown in a waythat Chloe has only seen a few times before; like the times they won their three national championships and when they took the World's being a few examples.

Chloe clearly remembered that instant, because once again she was forced to feel exhilaration and desolation at the same time. This was the price that Chloe had to pay if she was to keep Beca a part of her life. It was something she had accepted, because for her there was no other choice. Chloe could still feel how lost she had felt, yet somehow still managed to maintain her excited and happy facade.

Later when Beca had left her room to tell the rest of the Bellas that she was moving to Los Angeles, Chloe had laid down on her bed and stared at the ceiling, sure that her world was at an end. This would be the end of her dream, but there was some consolation that Beca's was just starting, so that was worth something.

Chloe could remember how for the next few days she had felt like she was going to be sick. She had had an uneasy feeling, hell a gaping hole, in her chest where her heart had once been. Though she tried really hard, all off her thoughts were of losing her best friend, and having basically no one left in her life.

Yet at the same time she could see the joy in Beca's eyes, hear the excitement in her voice and see the excitement that the tiny DJ was radiating. Chloe took in all of those memories, especially the memory of those eyes, knowing that they would soften the loss when the time finally came to say goodbye.

Being the person who knew Beca better than anyone else, Chloe knew that this day would one day come. It was inevitable. Atlanta was not the town for her, it would never be able to provide the challenge and resources that would allow Beca to achieve the success that she was bound for. Chloe knew that the only place that would truly allow Beca to shine was Los Angeles.

Los Angeles was Beca's dream; a dream that had been put off for far too long. And Chloe was never ever going to ask Beca not to go; never going to stand in the way of Beca attaining everything that she had ever wanted. This job offer was too great, a serious 'can't miss' opportunity. Plus, Chloe knew Beca would also be closer to Jesse, Beca's boyfriend. Who is a good guy and he'd totally look out for her tiny DJ. Keep her safe and make her happy. So of course Chloe could in all honesty be happy and supportive of her best friend, and that was enough to cover the pain.

But then none of Chloe's fears and loss mattered anymore because Beca had come to her room less than a week later and invited her to come to Los Angeles with her. To be a part of her new life in the big bright city of Angels.

It took Chloe less than a heartbeat to say yes. Until that moment she only had a vague suggestion of a plan for her life, one that had not progressed much beyond what she had articulated at the retreat's bonfire. Suddenly she did have a plan, and yes in many if not all ways it was Beca's plan, still it would do for now.

Looking at her phone Chloe sees that she also had a message from Aubrey. Chloe was happy to see the message; it had been a week since she last talked to her other best friend. But she also saw the time and realized she needed to get a move on and get ready or she would be late for work. With a sigh she set the phone down so she could take a quick shower and get ready for work. She would call Aubrey during her first break.

It takes Jesse about twenty minutes to drive Beca to work, and the whole way there he's in full Jesse mode. They've been dating since the end of their freshman year, and still she can't figure out how he is so awake in the mornings. He was out drinking and partying with her last night; so how is it that he can be so bright and awake?

This of course makes Beca even grumpier, which Jesse takes as an invitation to be even more, well Jesse.

So the hungover brunette is barely listening as Jesse is telling her something about one of his classes and a project he's working on. She knows that he knows that she's not really listening, because he'll throw in nonsensical statements or an outrageous announcement now and again to see if he can catch her. For example, she's pretty sure he just talked about getting the Queen of England to drop a rap for his next project. She ignores the comment, and turns to look out the window at the business's as they pass on by.

Beca feels that this is only fair; if Jesse has the right to be well Jesse in the morning, then she has the right to be Beca in the morning. And Beca in the morning is grumpy and surly, and really just wants quiet. So she feels no guilt ignoring her boyfriend as he chatters on.

Five more minutes of this go by before Jesse pulls into the parking lot for Residual Heat. He smiles as he pulls up to the curb to drop Beca off at her job. He leans over for a kiss, and Beca rolls her eyes and gives him a quick peck on the lips.

She steps out of the car and closes the door, but as she hears the power window going down, she turns about and leans through the open window. "Thanks for the ride Jesse, have a great day. And I'd totally go with a Gangsta rap for the Queen, I don't think she has the voice to pull a pop rap."

Beca says it with such a straight face that Jesse is left speechless for a second. Then a smile splits his face and he answers, "That's what I thought. I'm totally thinking something along the lines of EasyE."

"You're so weird."

"Yet you love me."

"Whatever, see you later nerd." And with that Beca spins on her heels and heads into Residual Heat.

"That's my AWESOME DJ!"

"I DON'T KNOW HIM!"

Beca marches towards the entrance to the building, strong, determined, ready for the day, but her night of partying quickly catches up, and before she's halfway to the door she's really wishing she had stayed in bed, had a second coffee, and/or maintained the cardio regimen that Aubrey had instituted, in that order.

Somehow Beca manages to drag her tired body through the front door. She's glad she's still wearing her sunglasses, because the florescent lights look a little too bright for delicate eyes. It takes the majority of her will and energy to say good morning to Samantha, the receptionist. The bubbly blonde returns the greeting and says something else that takes Beca's hungover brain a few moments to register. Turning back to Samantha, Beca asks the blonde to say it again Sam, then cringes at the play on the famous movie line from Casablanca. Damn you Jesse and your Movie-cations!

Sam smiles at Beca and repeats that their Boss is in from Atlanta and would be hanging around the office for most of the day. He wants to see her first thing. Beca gives a half smile and tells Sam she'll get settled in and then go find him. As she makes her way back to her office she also asks Sam to have one of the new interns get her a new cup of coffee. Sam asks if she wants the usual, which Beca answers, "Of course."

It takes Beca about five minutes to get settled in, and a new coffee is delivered to her office. She sips at the hot drink, savoring both the taste and the jolt she gets from the three shots of espresso. It's Beca's go to drink in the morning, it helps her handle the late nights and then working in the morning.

Feeling a bit, and only a bit, better, Beca decides she's ready to find her boss. He doesn't keep a regular office in the LA branch, so one is never sure where you might find him. Over time, Beca has found that the best strategy is to pause, close your eyes and listen. So she finds herself standing in the hallway, sunglasses still in place, and closes her eyes while listening.

Sure enough it takes just a few seconds before she hears her boss going off on one of his regular tangents, "Do not tell me that Dax. Dax, Dax, so help me if you lost that box from Dre... You know what I can't deal with that now... Confirm my meeting with Snoop... Yes, for today... Seriously Dax if you weren't my nephew I swear."

Beca smiles as she listens to her boss. Dax is a good kid, maybe not the most ambitious, but still a good kid. However her boss really loves to give him a really hard time, a REALLY HARD TIME. Lucky Dax is so easy going, because Beca must have heard her boss use that refrain towards Dax about a thousand times. In the past month. Alone.

Her boss sees Beca enter and waves her over, gesturing toward the chair across the table from him. All the while he continues to berate his nephew, "Look! I spent years building my name; Jay-Michael Ray means something in this industry. People who know trust that name; trust me. I won't let you tear that down Dax!"

Sitting, or rather falling into the seat across from her boss, she gives him a little wave. He's still wearing sunglasses, which reminds Beca that so is she. She thinks about removing them, but that would take energy and the lights in the break room are just too bright.

After thirty more seconds of Dax having his professionalism questioned, Beca's boss hung up and then peered at Beca over his glasses. He sat there silently appraising the younger woman before he took off his sunglasses and leveled Beca with a hard stare, "Reggie, do you know what time it is?"

"It's Beca," she says under her breath; then clears her throat, and rubs her palm over the back of her neck as she winces her way through another tense smile, and then mumbles "9:00?"

"I know; I just love making you mumble. So do you want to explain why my phone was blowing up last night? Why Annie and Andy are having to work on a press release now?"

Beca is caught off guard by the question, and she's not sure who Annie or Andy are. She shrugs, not sure what she's being asked. Part of her wonders if she should remove her sunglasses. Still seems like too much work.

"That guy Burt has been fielding calls since six, and don't get me started what Ernie has had to cover."

"Jay, I don't think we have anyone named Burt working here." Replies Beca as she is unsuccessfully mentally ticking off a list of the people working in this office.

"Quit stalling, what the hell?"

"JM, I got it approved!"

"Course you did, which is why Barbie on the front desk has been taking calls non-stop all morning, as well as Ken back in Atlanta."

"Now you're just throwing out the names of dolls."

"Course I am! Now seriously, what happened?"

"This guy started harassing Chlo…"

"Wait what?"

"Oh, you're talking about the job I did as a DJ."

"Yeah, that's more my thing."

"I had a gig at Club Exchange last night." Beca shrugs again and says, "It went well...Okay... I guess."

"Bull shit!" Jay-Michael slams his hand down on the table, which causes Beca to jump in her seat. "I do NOT get calls from agents at one in the morning for alright. I do NOT have bloggers and reporters for industry mags and the LA Times calling for well. I sure as HELL don't get calls from the E network or feelers from some agencies wondering about your availability to work on some projects for okay."

Beca sits stunned trying to take in his words. "Wha… What?"

"I knew it! I knew you were the right choice for this job! I'm always right on these things. You Beca Mitchell are going to help take Residual Heat to the next level. Hell to the next two levels!"

"You're serious? This is for real?"

"You bet your ass it's real. We have at least a dozen agents calling for some of their up and coming artists; inquiring about your skills.

"And that doesn't include the clubs that have also started to inquire about your availability. Marcus Belio has personally called twice."

"He wants a meeting today, JM," interjects Beca.

"Yeah I know. It's scheduled for two this afternoon."

"Again, um, what?"

"You have to keep up Reggie; Belio has a stake in clubs around the world. He just acquired Club Exchange, that's why he was there last night. I'm not sure how your managed it, but you got your sound listened to one of the most influential men in the club scene." Jay-Michael raises an eyebrow, the unasked question of how, left hanging in the air.

Beca feels the blush rising on her cheeks. She doesn't want to admit that the man's niece had heard her at a teeny-bopper beach party and had pestered her uncle into giving Beca a gig. It's just too embarrassing, so she gave a shrug, and mumbled something about a family member had recommended her.

Jay-Michael senses that there's something more. The blush a dead giveaway. But it didn't matter now. What matters is that his DJ here has managed to get a foot in the door of a very successful franchise. If they play their cards right this would ensure Residual Heat's growth in the industry as a whole, and Los Angeles in particular.

"Listen Reggie…"

"Beca…"

"... If we can get you in good with Marcus Belio, then we can get a contract with his company, which means we have access to clubs across the country and around the world!

"You want to see Europe? Belio has clubs in Berlin, Rome, Paris, London! And that's just to name a few. Want to hit Asia? Tokyo Hong Kong, Bangkok? He also has some of the best locals in the states. New York, Chicago, Miami, Atlanta, Las Vegas... Again just a sampling; not the whole list!"

With a self-satisfied grin he reaches back into the fridge and pulls out a bottle of champagne and two flute glasses.

"I guess I did good," Beca smirks.

"That you did kid. Nice job," he says as he pours two glasses of champagne. "I want you to meet with Marcus. He's asked to meet with you in private, something about apologizing;" again he arches an eyebrow, to which Beca again shrugs. Sighing Jay-Michael continues, "So I'm trusting you to meet him on your own. Don't sign anything, keep him interested and we both will meet him next week, and then we'll have the legal eagles draw up contracts. Once we have the best deal possible for you, then we'll sign."

"Sounds like a plan," said Beca as she accepts the tall glass of champagne. The two touched glasses and Jay-Michael says cheers.

"Trust me Reggie, this is just the beginning."

Chloe ushers the last of her third period students out of the music room, and closes the door. As the door shuts she lets out a deep audible sigh. She's just finished with a class of second graders, and while she loves all her students dearly, there are times when she's sure there's a full moon causing them to be just a tad extra crazy. Today was one of those days.

Still Chloe loves her job. She wouldn't want to be anyplace else right now. It had come together rather quickly, thanks in large part to the help of her parents, and so she now is the assistant music teacher of Appletree Academy, a liberal arts school for the truly gifted. A perfect job. Way better than exotic dancing, which had actually started to look like a distinct possibility for a while there.

Her specific assignment is to focus on the younger classes, while her boss concentrates on the older grades, which suits Chloe fine. It's the ideal job for her; the children expect bubbly, want excitement, and respond to enthusiasm. They can handle having someone who is ready to share a smile and compliment them. Personal bubbles are still small and kids will initiate the occasional hug and embrace. Chloe could be herself in ways she hadn't been in a long time. And the truth is that she truly sees something in each student that she knows she can pull forth, even if it's just a true appreciation of music. So she is thankful to have this opportunity.

With the combination of her personality, enthusiasm, and music knowledge, it hadn't taken long for Chloe to become one of the most popular teachers at the academy.

This doesn't feel like working to the young redhead. Instructing children on how to sing, exposing young people to the amazing world of instruments, and shaping a new generations appreciation of all things music is a dream come true for the new teacher. Yes, these children weren't underprivileged children, and someday Chloe did hope to have the opportunity to teach those who don't have access to the resources that Appletree Academy does, but she knows that someday she will also have the resources to make such an endeavor on her own.

It never ceases to amaze Chloe how fast this all came together. Moving from Georgia to Los Angeles was daunting enough, but to secure such a job would have been near impossible; but Mommy and Daddy Beale had come through for their youngest daughter again.

Chloe's parents are simply the best.

Anyone who meets them knows this to be true. Spend a few minutes with her parent's and it's quite apparent where Chloe gets her generosity and kindness. They've been so supportive of Chloe throughout her college career, even through her slight college extension. Yes, there had been questions and concerns, all of which were deflected by Chloe, but they had never wavered in their support.

Her father was sure the failure of Chloe to move on could be laid at the feet of the Bellas. Her mother on the other hand believed it was a little more, but only shared those thoughts with Chloe. Still as supportive as they had been during her three extra Senior years, they were very happy, ecstatic even, when Chloe told them that she was finally graduating Barden and moving on with her professional life.

Her parents being who they are immediately offered to help, but Chloe had been unsure of how they could help at first. At that point she really didn't have a plan. So she promised that she would get one, and based on that they would be able to help.

Again her parents were excited and supportive when Chloe announced via Skype that she finally had a plan. She could see the disappointment in their eyes when they found out she would be heading out west. There had been the inevitable questions, especially from her father, and for the first time in her life Chloe had questioned whether she would have her parents blessing and support.

Chloe still remembers her mother's eyes had such a knowing look. The conversation had been going on for ten minutes when Chloe's mother sent her husband off to get her a glass of ice tea. Once Chloe's father had stepped out of the room her mother had asked some questions that on the surface seemed innocent enough, but Chloe quickly realized were quite probing.

Chloe's always honest with her parents, especially with her mother, which has led to some very awkward conversations, especially when she was seeing Tom, but it doesn't mean Chloe is above not providing all the truth. For instance, she had never given the complete reason that college had become a seven-year endeavor. So when her mother began to ask probing questions Chloe had worried that she would have to reveal her biggest secret. So though Chloe was completely honest in her answers, she did try to minimize how much this plan was really Beca's and she was just the tag along.

Chloe still remembered the smile her mother had flashed her. It had been warm and understanding, and Chloe was sure her mother had put two and two together, and would support her. Though Chloe also noticed a slight sadness in her mother's eyes. When Chloe's father had returned with a glass of iced tea he learned that they were going to be one hundred percent behind their daughter's decision to move to Los Angeles.

Chloe had been so excited when she heard her mother give her support; she always knew she could do anything when her parents were behind her.

A week later her father had called and put Chloe in touch with Appletree Academy. A friend from his Navy days was on the Academy's board and knew of the opening at the school. There had been no promise of the job, but between her infectious personality and Chloe's music resume, the job had been hers within the month.

Chloe makes her way to her desk and turns on her laptop. She starts up Skype and smiles when she sees Aubrey's online. She had hoped that her longtime best friend would be available; so Chloe hits the 'video call' button and sits back to wait, which isn't very long since Aubrey accepts in less than a minute.

As soon as the connection is made Chloe says an excited, "Hey, Bree."

"Chloe!" Aubrey's voice rings through her laptop speakers. "How're you doing? It's been way too long."

"Sorry Aubrey. I really am, I've meant to call sooner. Getting settled out here has been taxing, and a lot more work than I expected."

"Oh don't worry Chloe, I know how it is. I could've called earlier. You're looking good, the west coast seems to be treating you well. How are you doing?"

"I'm good. Beca and I are settled in an apartment; it's situated well for getting to both our jobs. Good neighborhood, nice mix of restaurants and stores, so we can get anything we need. Thank god for IKEA, we actually have furniture that looks like an upgrade from a college apartment."

"But you're good?" There's a sense of concern in Aubrey's voice. Concern that always seems to linger just behind her eyes when the blonde is talking with her best friend.

Chloe knows how much her best friend was concerned with her elongated stay in college, and she probably has an inkling as to why Chloe stayed behind while she moved on. And her best friend is now concerned about the move to California, and there is nothing she can do to relieve Aubrey's concerns save to continue to assure her and through actions prove it's true; so Chloe again doesn't pay it any mind.

"Yeah Bree, really good."

"So how's the Hobbit doing?"

Chloe squeals, "Oh my god! Aubrey you should've heard her last night! It was amazing! She was AMAZING!"

Aubrey for a split second contemplates telling the excited redhead that there's no reason to yell, but she doubts that Chloe would even hear her.

When Chloe finally takes a moment to breathe, Aubrey jumps in. "That's what I read last night. You and Stacie sure made sure to light up my Twitter and Facebook last night. I don't think either were ever as active as last night."

Chloe sticks her tongue out at her best friend. Aubrey can't help but laugh. DJ Midget definitely brings out a childlike joy in her best friend. "I take it you were under selling it last night."

Chloe smiles warmly as she remembers how Beca was in the zone. She looks at Aubrey with all sincerity and says, "I think it may've been career changing."

"I'm happy for the little alt girl. She's always had the talent, just needed the opportunity."

"Yeah," agrees Chloe, then remembers that Aubrey had texted earlier. "So Bree, you texted me this morning; was there something more you wanted to talk about?"

"Oh, yeah," Aubrey's face lights up with a proud smile. "Sorry, just got caught up in reminiscing. I found this out yesterday, or I would've asked sooner. I've this new opportunity out in California that will keep me out in LA for a little over two weeks."

"Oh my god! That's so great Aubrey! What is it?"

Chloe can see the pride in Aubrey's eyes as her smile grows bigger lighting up her face. "I've been approached by a speaker's bureau with a national reach, they want to sponsor me as a motivational speaker."

"That's totes-amazing!"

"Yeah, the timing couldn't be better. I'm going to take an overnight and be there tomorrow morning so I can make Fat Amy's party, and then hang around till my meetings."

"Oh that's perfect! You can get a bit of a vacation."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. So I was wondering, if it's not too much of an inconvenience, can I stay with you?"

"Totes! Of course you can…"

"Are you sure the Hobbit will agree?"

"Of course she will. Don't you worry. It'll be like one big sleepover. Do you need me to pick you up from the airport?"

"Please."

With that the two longtime friends fall into their usual easygoing banter. Each sharing about their jobs, what they thought of the current episode of the Bachelor, and other topics that just reminded each of them why they would always be such close friends.

Beca absently picks up her iPhone as it starts to ring. The screen image shows it's her sexy tall friend. "Hey Stacie! How are you? Did you have fun last night?"

"You know it my sexy tiny DJ, that's why I'm calling. We had a blast!"

"Well I'm glad I could do my small part in making sure you all had a good time"

"Are you kidding Beca? Last night was epic, my friends can't stop talking about the club and the mega-sexy DJ. You were super-HOT!"

Beca can't help but blush as she tries to play it off as nothing. Stacie however feels the need to help her introverted friend realize just how awesome she was last night. "Seriously Becs, at least half of my friends want your number, and a couple of them are straighter than a ruler."

The tiny DJ huffs melodramatically as her face grows redder than Chloe's hair. Beca is so glad that this conversation is over the phone and that she is sequestered in her office. This was just too embarrassing. She decides to just play it off. "Pfft… Don't exaggerate Stacie."

"Not exaggerating"

"Well, you'll just have to let your friends down easy, because I'm kind of a one girl type of girl…" Beca's eyes widen in horror as she realizes what she just said.

She prays that Stacie missed her slip of the tongue; but of course her taller friend leaps on it. "Wait what?"

"Ugh… I'm a one guy type of girl. Yep, that's what I am, so that's what I said."

"Uh-huh." Beca can hear Stacie smirking, and just knows this is going to come back to haunt her. "So Beca, do you want to grab some lunch?"

Glancing at the clock Beca is surprised to see that it was nearly Noon. She then realizes that she is hungry, but she really doesn't have much time. "I'd love to Stacie, but I've got a meeting over at Club Exchange. Unless you want to give me a ride?"

"I might be persuaded. What's in it for me?"

Beca could literally hear the smirk grow on the tall brunette's face through the phone. For some reason which Beca had never quite figured out, Stacie took great pleasure in making Beca beg for things.

"Lunch?"

"Wouldn't be my first choice," Stacie lets her voice drop into a very seductive husk, just above a whisper.

Beca can't help but wonder if it got warmer in the office. "Uh, and drinks on me?"

"Fine, but no Taco Bell…"

"But Taco Bell rocks…"

"Nope," answers Stacie with a definitive pop of the 'P'.

"Oh okay," Beca grumbles, "your choice, but you have to drive me home too."

"Deal, pick you up in twenty?"

"Perfect. Talk to you in a few."

Beca had just hung up with Stacie when her iPhone rings again, this time with a goofy picture of her and Legacy taken back in Copenhagen.

"Emily! It's been way too long." Beca hadn't spoken with Legacy since she moved to California, so she was genuinely excited to hear from the younger Bella.

Of course the young girl didn't fail to deliver. "OMG Beca! Congratulations! I hear you really rocked last night!"

Beca scrunches her face, honestly surprised that Emily knows about last night. "What? How did you hear about that?"

"Are you kidding Beca, Chloe practically kept a running commentary. She was sending Tweets, emails, texts, Instagram's, Facebook messages. Stacie sent a fair amount too; but nothing like Chloe. I seriously don't know how she managed it."

Beca's chest tightens as she realizes everything that Chloe did last night for her. Even after all these years, Beca is amazed at the confidence Chloe's had for her. The redhead's dogged belief in the Beca has been a constant since the DJ's freshman year.

"Chloe did that? I didn't realize it."

"Totally!"

"So Em, did you call for anything else?"

"Yeah, I was able to get a ticket to fly out to LA for Fat Amy's party. It's an overnight, tonight, But I need a place to crash. Do you think I can stay with you?"

"Sure Emily. I'll let Chloe know. Text me your flight info, we'll pick you up."

"Are you sure? I am hoping to stay a week."

"Please Emily; it'll be great to have you. You know Chloe will see it as an extended sleepover."

"Thanks Beca! It means so much! I can't wait to see you both!"

"No problem Em, can't wait to see you too!"

"This is so exciting!"

"Yeah, hey Emily, I have a meeting I need to get ready for. Sorry. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"Bye! See you TOMORROW!"

Beca can only shake her head. Emily is like everybody's little sister. This should be fun, but it will definitely be interesting.

"Truck, truck, truck!" Beca yells trying to be heard over the wind of the open convertible. She throws her hands up and covers her eyes, trying to block out the terror she's now feeling as Stacie weaves around a delivery truck.

Beca had quickly realized that in all their years at Barden, Stacie had never given a ride in her car. If she had, Beca might have known that Stacie is a madwoman behind the wheel of a car. Now in her sporty BMW M6 convertible, Stacie has the ride to really drive. Which Beca is learning first hand; she cringes as their car rapidly closes the distance to a white semi. Yet the taller woman was completely at ease as she swerves to the right.

"Yeah short-stuff, it's a truck, just like that one, and that one."

"Stacie! Keep your hands on the steering wheel!"

"Oh don't be such a scaredy cat! You're perfectly safe." Stacie flashes Beca a big smile, loving the feeling of the wind in her hair.

"Car, car, car!"

Stacie's smile only grows as she lets her car drift left into the far lane, before accelerating again.

Beca squeezed her eyes shut and wonders again why she had gotten into the car.

Fifteen minutes earlier Stacie had swung by Residual Heat right on time; swinging the back end of her BMW around like she's a stunt driver. Beca had been reading a text from one her colleagues when Stacie's car slid to a stop so she missed the rather impressive stop. If she'd seen it she might have been better prepared for when Stacie put the pedal to the metal and sent the car from zero to sixty in 5.2. Beca, who had barely secured her seat belt, felt herself slammed into her seat.

"Stacieeee!" Beca had cried as she pushed her hands against the dashboard.

Suddenly Beca wondered what she was getting into. Was a free ride worth putting her life on the line. As Stacie swung into traffic and then turned sharply onto the expressway entrance Beca was realizing she should really have paid more attention to Stacie's driving back at Barden.

Stacie loves driving, or rather racing. Beca is not sure with whom, but she's sure Stacie's in a private race with someone.

There have been more than a few times Beca has closed her eyes, sure that the leggy brunette was going to crash into a slower moving vehicle. Beca always waited for the inevitable impact, and was amazed when she would open one eye and peek out. Somehow the taller woman had weaved her way through traffic without a scratch on the car.

"Stacie… I think I'm going to be sick…"

"You'll be fine, watch this."

Beca squeaks as Stacie maneuvers around a tractor trailer and down an off ramp. The light at the bottom turns yellow and instead of slowing Beca feels Stacie accelerate. "Oh my god! I hate you Stacie!" Yells Beca as centrifugal forces her deeper into her seat. Stacie grins mischievously as she feels the power of her car as she speeds into the parking lot next to Club Exchange. She doesn't slow down till she swings into the parking spot and slams on the brakes.

Stacie turns to her very pale friend, "Do you want me to come in with you?"

Beca slowly opens one eye then the other. She consciously releases the breath she's been holding. She slowly looks at Stacie with wide eyes, but can't seem to find her voice. She looks at the time on her phone, and Beca sees that Stacie delivered her to Club Exchange in amazing time for Los Angeles traffic. Of course she nearly killed the tiny DJ about a dozen times along the way; but who's counting?

Stacie again asks, "Earth to Beca; do you want me to come in with you?"

"Yeah," Beca nods then blinks, then suddenly her eyes regain focus. "JESUS STACIE! What the HELL!"

Stacie gives Beca a look over her sunglasses and deadpans, "I thought you were a badass?"

Beca gives Stacie an icy glare and growls, "I... I Am."

Stacie shrugs and climbs out of the driver's seat, "Then that little drive should have been nothing."

With a huff Beca follows suit and slams her door. "It wasn't!" The tiny brunette continues to give her taller friend a hard stare.

Stacie returns the look with a smirk, "Good!" She then gestures in the general direction of Club Exchange. "Then get in there!"

Beca looks over her shoulder at her destination, suddenly remembering why she'd just put her life in Stacie's hands. "I will!" She turns towards the club, but then rounds on her taller friend, "By the way, next time I drive!"

Stacie's face splits into a big grin, "Fine!"

"Fine." Beca stands there, feeling happy with winning this point.

"Uh, Becs, shouldn't you actually go in?"

"Yeah…". Suddenly Beca's mouth is dry again. She slowly turns and begins to walk towards the main entrance.

Just before Beca reaches the door she feels two arms wrapping around her. "Oh my god Beca! This is so freaking awesome! I know that you are going to kill it." And Stacie engulfs Beca in a huge hug, and the smaller woman just feels her stress lessen a touch more.

Friendship's warmth floods through Beca, and with it a confidence that she had been lacking a few moments ago. "Thanks Stacie." She walks through the door and says, "Why don't you grab a drink at the bar."

Before Stacie can reply a tall blonde bouncer tells them that the club is closed.

"I've a meeting with Mr. Belio." Beca projects confidence and stands before the much taller man with a look that just challenges him to deny her.

Stacie always marvels at how Beca can be so shy and unsure of herself when she's with her friends, yet have a stranger challenge the tiny DJ and she really does become the badass.

The bouncer glances over to the hostess, who nods. The bouncer steps back, and Beca calls over to the hostess and asks if it's alright for Stacie to wait at the bar.

With another nod from the hostess Stacie gives a yip sound and skips over towards the bar. Beca can only giggle at the silliness of her friend, and she realizes that Stacie has removed the stress of the situation. Beca is no longer feeling any apprehension about the upcoming meeting. She's ready to face this interview.

Beca turns to where the hostess is pointing to and sees Mr. Belio sitting at an out-of-the-way table. He has his phone pressed to his ear and is in a conversation. She takes a deep breath and breathes it out slowly, and for the first time she knows she's got this.

She walks over and comes to a stop about ten feet from the table, where the owner can see her, allowing him to signal her when he's done with his call. As he talks into his phone, Beca takes a moment to appraise the she has learned is a very successful business man. He looks to be in his thirties, pretty young to be so successful. Like last night he has a bit five o'clock shadow, which seems to be a look he maintains. He has dark hair and eyes and his complexion suggests a Mediterranean heritage. Beca has to admit he's a good looking guy.

It takes a couple seconds before he notices her. She gives a wave from the waist while pulling a thin lipped smile. She hates this, she never knows what's the best thing to do with her hands, or how she should stand, is she smiling right, or smiling too much? He flashes a big smile; the kind she can tell he's used to great success. It makes her a little uneasy again as he signals Beca over.

Beca approaches slowly and she hears him say that his meeting is here and he's got to go. "Mr. Belio," she says extending her hand.

He grips it confidently and replies, "Ms. Mitchell. Call me Marcus, please take a seat." The club owner gestures to the empty seat across from him.

"Beca," she replies as she accepts the seat, "you can call me Beca. Thanks for inviting me," says Beca as she plasters a smile on her face.

"Thank you for coming. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Iced tea please."

Marcus signals a waitress near the bar and asked her to get Beca's drink. "So, look, this isn't an interview per se. I really wanted to apologize to you again. I was really unfair to you. I saw you and made a snap judgment, and I was a bit of a dick. Lucky for me your redheaded friend forced me to really listen."

Beca can't hide her surprise. "Chloe talked to you?"

Marcus chuckled, "More like cornered me and chewed me a new one."

Beca's eyes widened in surprise; a bit flabbergasted. "What?"

"Yeah, pretty ballsy. I've never had someone with the balls to confront me in my own establishment and call me an idiot… Among other things. Your friend's pretty brave."

"Yeah, she can be," says Beca. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she pictures Chloe confronting Marcus. Then a thought struck Beca, she refocuses on the man sitting across from her. "Wait I thought Jesse talked to you?"

"Oh he did, a little bit later. Red had already opened my ears. In fact, your Jesse and I'd just started talking when we noticed your confrontation with that asshole last night. Also quite ballsy I must say. You two make quite a team."

Beca smirks, she can only agree, Chloe and her do make a great team.

Marcus continues, "Actually I was a bit surprised when Jesse introduced himself."

Perplexed Beca asks, "Why surprised?"

"Well I figured the way Ms. Beale stood up for you and came to your defense that you two were a couple."

For a day full of surprises and shocks, this may have been the biggest. Beca can only say, "What?" She can feel her cheeks growing warm.

"To be honest the way you rushed to her aid only reinforced the idea. So yeah a bit surprised when I realized you're actually dating this Swanson guy."

"Uh, yeah, couple years now." Beca decides to change the subject. "So wait let me get this straight Chloe chewed you out?"

"Oh yeah. Look, I'll deny this if you ever repeat it, but that ginger can be scary when angry." Beca nods in understanding. It doesn't happen often but when it does, let's just say hell hath no fury then a ginger pissed. A slight smile dances across her features as she pictures her crazy redhead coming to her defense.

Marcus notes the look and eases into a more natural smile as he continues, "But the truth is she nailed it. She was so right about you. You did dominate the room. I've been getting calls about when you'll be spinning again."

Beca feels her cheeks warm. "What else did Chloe say?"

"That your very soul is music. She's right. I looked you up. Your mixes on YouTube are great."

Beca is sure her face matches Chloe's hair now. She clears her voice and asks, "You looked me up?"

"Of course I did. I don't sign contracts with some unknown. I needed to hear more of your music. You've got some great mixes there."

"Really? You think so? Thank you." She could feel the blush continuing to warm her cheeks. She quickly forces herself to stop. Blushing isn't what a badass would do. She knows first impressions are important and she needs to maintain an image, but it's difficult.

"Yeah. You're really creative." Marcus chuckles softly as he notes Beca's enthusiasm, and how hard she's fighting to contain it. "So between Google and YouTube I was actually able to learn a great deal. I have to admit I was a bit surprised by a few things."

"Oh?" Beca's suddenly a bit wary of where this is going.

"So you were captain of a college a cappella group, huh? The Barden Bellas?"

"Yeah. My friend Chloe and I. We were National Champions three years straight and were the first American team to win Worlds. We were kinda the shit." Beca rolls her eyes. She couldn't believe she just said that.

"Yeah, I saw that. There are actually some really great videos of you and your friend on YouTube. You two are very talented. I believe I noticed your tall friend at the bar in the videos too?"

"Yeah Stacie's a Bella too."

Marcus is relaxed and very informal as he talks. Beca begins to wonder if this is how he is with everyone, or just with her; or with young women in general. Then she has to wonder does he know something. Why is he so confident? Casually he states, "You must be really proud of your success."

Beca can hear the 'but' coming. She's really nervous as to where this is going. "Yeah, Chloe and the Bellas were the best thing to ever happen to me."

Now Marcus has a dangerous smile. The proverbial cat leering at the canary. "Though it's funny, as great as those videos are of you at the Lincoln Center, or in Copenhagen, they didn't come anywhere near the popularity of the video of your Kennedy Center performance."

"Oh dear God," gasps Beca as she drops her head into her hands. She looks up and sees Marcus Belio just laughing. "What did you see?"

"More than I bargained for, though it wasn't on YouTube."

"Oh God…" Beca wants to roll her eyes so badly at this moment.

"Don't worry about it, it was clearly an accident. How much trouble did you get into?"

"Enough. It about destroyed us. The Bellas I mean. I nearly lost my best friend. But to be honest if it didn't happen, we would never have won the Worlds."

"That would have been a shame. Look, my niece is my Goddaughter, and the daughter of my late brother. I look out for her, and try to do things for her. So, yeah I hired you originally to make her happy, but everything going forward is completely on you.

"I like what I saw last night, I like what I've seen and heard online, and you have not disappointed today, quite the opposite in fact. I've a ton of things on my plate today so as much as I would like to continue this conversation, I have to cut this short. But, I want to continue this. I know Jay-Michael, I like him, he likes you, and he's got a talent for seeing talent. I think we can have a very profitable, mutually beneficial partnership."

"JM would like to meet next week."

"So we'll meet next Wednesday, you, me, a couple of my talent evaluators, and Jay-Michael. We'll discuss details, and then let the experts write up a contract."

"JM mentioned there might be opportunity for gigs around the world?"

"Yeah, I think that's a definite possibility. Talent like yours needs to be spread about. It helps you, helps Jay-Michael, and it helps me. Again, mutual benefit."

Beca can't help but grin, "I like the sound of that."

"I thought you might. I have to get going, but on the way out, ask the hostess for some platinum cards for you and your friends. Guarantees you VIP entrance to any of my clubs, anywhere. Good for life. One last apology."

"Thanks. You don't have to…"

"I know," Marcus lays on his most charming smile. "By the way my niece is getting a new car... She earned it."

Beca rushes to her apartment, taking two steps at a time. She really needs to get home as soon as possible.

The tiny DJ had asked Stacie for a rain check on lunch, with a promise of two lunches in the future as compensation. Her tall friend had only pouted a little but quickly agreed. The Platinum VIP card also didn't hurt in convincing Stacie.

Stacie hadn't asked why, especially when Beca requested that she take her home right away. From the look on her face, and the sound of her voice, Stacie understood Beca really needed to see Chloe.

Stacie's friendship with both Beca and Chloe has given her a unique insight into them and their feelings for each other. She's always been a bit concerned that she has front row seats to an epic train wreck, and so always was ready to help, when possible.

Beca still feels remorse at how the night ended for her favorite redhead. Upon learning how much her friend had done for her only added to her sense of guilt. Chloe should have been with her last night, should have been part of the celebration, or she should have been with Chloe.

The first thing Beca sees upon returning home is Chloe working in the kitchen. The second thing she notes is the delicious aroma. Chloe has made dinner, again, and it smells heavenly. The third thing Beca notes is Chloe's singing. The redhead is singing 'I Need Your Love' by Ellie Goulding, and is really getting into it. Beca pauses, just enjoying her best friend's voice. She can listen to Chloe sing for hours on end. The redhead can still sing with the best of them.

The tiny DJ can't help herself and let's go of the door as she rushes towards Chloe.

The redhead starts to turn when she hears the front door close. She smiles, glad that her best friend is home. Chloe's been frantically working on dinner, so she can have everything set for Beca. Beca's favorite, lasagna is ready to take out of the oven. The wine is chilling, and she has salad ready. She really wants everything to be perfect.

She's been looking forward to congratulating Beca all day. Her greeting is stopped short however when she feels the small brunette wrap her in a strong and meaningful embrace. Chloe stiffens in surprise but then relaxes into Beca's hug letting herself savor the feel of Beca.

Beca rests her head on the taller woman's shoulder and whispers in the surprised redhead's ear. "Thank you, thank you; I owe you, Chloe Beale. Thank you."

Chloe can't describe her excitement at the feel of Beca's body pressed up against her. And Chloe smiles knowing she's kept her end of their unspoken bargain for at least one more day. The warmth of the petite woman feels so good; especially knowing that Beca initiated the hug. Even with all the progress Beca's made in letting people get closer, she's still not a hugger, so Chloe knows how much this means.

When Chloe feels Beca's hold slacken, she turns about and returns the hug. Instead of pulling away, Beca hugs her redheaded friend even tighter, and again says "Thank you for everything last night."

Chloe can't help but smile as she whispers into Beca's neck, "Anytime Becs, but truth is it was all you."

"Don't you dare Chlo, what you did yesterday was above and beyond what anyone could expect. Just take my gratitude." Beca emphasizes her point with an extra squeeze. The petite young woman holds her hug longer than she usually would.

The redhead shivers at the contact with her smaller friend. Still she's a little embarrassed at the gratitude. Chloe exhales deeply before saying, "I don't know what you're talking about, Beca. I…"

Beca pulls back and smacks Chloe's arm, though she doesn't release the redhead. "Marcus told me what you did. Don't downplay it."

Chloe gives a lopsided grin as she assured her friend, "You're really good, Beca. What am I saying? You're brilliant, amazing, incredible! Everyone knows it the second they hear your music. I just made sure he heard your music."

Beca again pulls the redhead back into a tight hug, before kissing Chloe on the cheek. She then steps back though she continues holding the taller woman's hands and whispers, "That's why I'm saying thank you."

Chloe smiles shyly, not ready to take any credit, and whispers, "It was nothing."

"No, it was amazing! Nobody's ever made the effort to do something like that for me. And I know that you probably have just pushed my career forward by a year, if not more. And I bet that you weren't planning on ever letting me know. Which just proves you are the most generous person that I've ever met. I'm rambling, which is sort of my thing, so I'll stop, but really, thank you."

"Beca, I would do anything for you." Chloe pauses, thinking it better not to travel to far down that stream of thought. Instead she has a moment of inspiration, "It really isn't a big deal… But if you want to really show your appreciation, you'll do me a big favor."

"Anything Chloe, just name it."

"ItoldAubreyshecouldstaywithusallnextweek." Said Chloe in one rushed breath.

Beca stepped back and asks, "What?"

"I told Aubrey she could stay with us all next week," Chloe whispers.

"Shit!"

A/N: So that's Chapter Three, hope you are still enjoying the premise. The next chapter will see more of the Bellas joining the story. Which leads me to a question. There will be an opportunity in this story for the Bellas to compete again, but this got me thinking, would they still be called the Bellas? In the movie's you have the Trebbles, and then the Tonehangers are former Trebbles. Should there be a name for a group of former Bellas? If so, any suggestions? Also, I want to have Jesse and Benji decide not to be Tonehangers, but also compete; any suggestions to what their group name would be? So, far, I haven't been able to come up with anything witty, or pun worthy. Your help will be appreciated.

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Till Next week!