AN/ Okay then, I got those reviews (love you all guys!) which means here's the next instalment. Mid way through the next chapter, but how busy I am right now is unreal (who invented Y11 mock exams?) so I probably won't have much time to write or upload. Read and review guys, because this is my favourite bit up to date! Thanks for all the support up to now guys, you're all aca-awesome!

Beca watched as Chloe stumbled out of the room, concerned about what was going on with her. She was obviously drunk, and Beca seriously didn't think that was a good idea for her right now. You see, normally, drunk Chloe was the life of the party. Forget standing on the coffee table, Chloe would have been up there doing full on choreography to Thriller. But tonight, Chloe wasn't in the right place to be drinking at all. She'd been quiet, irritable, and the smudges around her eyes screamed that she'd been crying. But the thing is, everybody else was too drunk – and too distracted – to notice these things. Beca was the only sober one in the house. She knew that if she drank, she'd do something she'd wake up regretting the next morning.

But that didn't change the fact that Chloe was very miserable and quite clearly searching for the answer to her problems at the bottom of a bottle. From personal experience, Beca knew that didn't work, and only ever made things worse, so left the room in search of Chloe. Entering the kitchen, she noticed that the back door was just ever so slightly open, and something told her to go outside.

That instinct led her to Chloe, who was sat in a ball on the decking, sobbing uncontrollably. Held tightly in her hands was a bottle of vodka, which she had obviously drank a lot out of.

Beca walked over to her, and sat down next to her.

"You should probably slow down with that Chlo," she said, pulling out of her hands, "you and Smirnoff don't have that great a relationship."

"It's just like ours, isn't it Becs," Chloe mumbled, reaching out to take the bottle back as she turned to face the brunette, "Like, it's fun when you want it on a night, but when it truly sinks in, it just leaves you with one massive headache in the morning."

"Just gonna come out and tell you that's not your best metaphor Chlo," Beca said, "come on, we should get inside – it's pretty cold out here."

"I can't go in there Beca."

"But you can't hide out here all night."

"I just want to go home."

"I know, Chlo, I do too."

"Not back to Aubrey's though, I want to go back to our actual home."

Beca looked at Chloe then, clearly confused.

"Beca, take me home. Take me back to our apartment, back to where we were happy."

"Chlo, you know I can't do that."

"Why not? Don't you want me anymore?"

"More than anything Chloe, I love you so, so much."

"Then why can't we just go home?"

"Because I know that you don't want to, not really."

"Beca…"

"Chlo, you're really drunk right now. I'm not taking you home like this. I'll drop you back at Aubrey's…"

"No Beca, I want to go home with you and cuddle."

"Chloe, we aren't arguing over this. You and I both know you don't want that."

"But you said sorry. I'm sorry. I miss you Beca."

"I miss you too Chlo, I miss you like crazy, but we can't do it. Not like this."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're drunk Chloe, I'm not taking you home with me for you to wake up in the morning and leave."

"I won't leave Becs."

"I'm not doing this Chlo, I'm sorry, but I can't take any more heartbreak right now."

"I love you Beca."

"I love you too Chlo, more than anything, but you know this isn't right."

"But Beca..."

"Chlo, let's get inside, sober you up a little…"

"I don't want to."

"Well I do. I promise it'll help if you do."

"Help with what?"

"Help you see that you don't really want what you're asking for."

"But I do want it."

"Well, we'll see if you still do after you've sobered up a little."

"Beca…" Chloe said, her eyes glassing over with tears.

"Yes, Chlo?" Beca asked, her heart breaking as she looked at Chloe.

"Will you hold me, please?" she pleaded desperately.

Beca looked at Chloe, trying to decide what to do. Her instincts were telling her to run off, to go back to the others, because this wasn't going to end well, not at all. But then her heart told her otherwise. Her heart was screaming for her to be there for the girl she loved. Her heart was telling her that her head was wrong. Beca didn't know which to believe.

Against her better judgement, Beca wrapped her arm around Chloe, pulling her closer. Instinctively, Chloe curled into Beca. Chloe immediately relaxed against Beca, suddenly feeling safe. Beca sighed as Chloe relaxed. Both of them could only think of how much they'd missed this, of how much they'd missed each other.

Feeling Chloe's breathing even out, Beca began to rest her head against Chloe's shoulder. She was drained, and being back with Chloe, if only for a minute, felt so impossibly good. Why shouldn't she be happy? Chloe was what made her happy. She knew that. Everybody else knew that.

But she knew that being there, hugging Chloe, was not a good idea. Yes, she wanted her girlfriend back, and she was pretty sure Chloe did too, but this wasn't how it was going to happen. Beca also knew that for all drunk thoughts are sober thoughts, they aren't always what you actually want when you are sober. She sat there, truly at a loss for what to do. Should she stay, and damn the consequences the next morning? Or should she go, and risk breaking Chloe's heart again?

She sighed as she tried to find her way through her conflicting thoughts. It was so hard. Sure, she'd got what she wanted – to be close to the girl she loved again – but she knew there was no way this was going to end well. Everything was too weird, too complicated for stuff like this. Less than two hours ago, she hadn't spoken a word to Chloe Beale in weeks, yet now she was hugging her as she was visibly breaking down in Beca's arms. Like, why did she let this happen?

Beca shivered against Chloe as she was thinking. God it was freezing! How Chloe was sat there without shivering? They were going to freeze to death if they sat out here much longer.

"Hey, Chlo…" Beca whispered in a soothing voice, "I think we should head inside now, it's getting pretty cold."

"I don't want to Beca…"

"I know Chlo, but come on, it's getting late."

Beca started to pull away from Chloe, fully aware of the pang in her chest as she did. Slowly, she began to get up to her feet, holding out her hand to Chloe. With wide eyes, Chloe looked at the hand, suddenly unsure whether or not to take it. Tentatively, she placed her hand into Beca's, allowing Beca to gently pull her up and guide her back into Amy's.

"Jeez Chlo, you're like a block of ice!" Beca exclaimed as they made their way through the door. "Here," she said, pulling a chair out and putting it next to the radiator, "let's warm you up."

Sitting in the chair, Chloe watched as Beca shut the back door, locking it on because she knew Fat Amy would be too drunk to remember. She disappeared out of the kitchen door for a minute, and returned with a fleecy blanket in her arms. She wrapped the blanket around Chloe, wandering over to the counter where she filled two mugs with coffee. Beca carried the cups over, handing one to Chloe, and sat in the chair opposite her.

"Drink it," Beca said, taking a large swig from her mug as she spoke, "It's just how you like it; milk and two sugars."

Taking a long sip from the cup, Chloe sighed as the taste of coffee hit her tongue. Beca had got it just right, it was perfect. Chloe smiled at Beca as she held the mug in her hands.

"I'm shocked you remember Becs."

"Remember? How could I forget Chlo? I made you coffee every morning for the better part of five years – I know exactly how you like it."

There was a long silence as both of them tried to work out what to say, neither one succeeding, while they drank their coffees. Beca was right about the coffee, it was sobering her up: it was helping. Chloe couldn't believe how comfortable the silence between the two of them was, it wasn't awkward, not like one would expect it to be.

Beca drained off the last of her coffee first. Chloe drank hers slower, nursing the mug between her hands as she tried to gather her thoughts. She shouldn't have drank as much as she did. Not when she knew Beca was around. Not that it was Beca's fault or anything, but Chloe had a hard enough time keeping her distance from Beca when she was sober, and Chloe knew that when drunk, she had no boundaries. Drunk Chloe had no common sense or reservations, which led to situations like the one outside. The situation that she really shouldn't have let happen – but the situation that she couldn't bring herself to truly regret, not one bit.

"I think I'm going to head home, you know," Beca said softly, putting her coffee mug in the sink. "I've got work tomorrow."

"Demi's album?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah. How'd you know about it?"

"I have my sources."

"Okay then, I'm off. Are you going to be okay here?"

Chloe desperately wanted to say no. Desperately wanted to tell Beca that, as long as she was alone, she would never be okay. She didn't want Beca to leave, or at least, she didn't want Beca to leave there without her. But she knew she couldn't say that to Beca.

"I don't know Becs, lately I've never really been okay."

"Me either Chlo – side effects of a broken heart I guess."

"How do you do it Becs?"

"Do what?"

"Stay cool about everything? Like you're here right now, acting like nothing happened."

"I don't stay cool Chlo. You know that I pour all of my emotions into my work, it stops me feeling them if I do that."

"I'm sorry Becs."

"I'm sorry too Chlo."

"I shouldn't have been drinking, not yet."

"I think you're right there Chlo."

"But I meant what I said Becs, every word."

"Then why didn't you call?"

"I didn't know how to say it Beca. I didn't think you'd pick up, seeing as though I told you on no uncertain terms that I didn't want to hear from you."

"I just tried giving you space. Space that I thought you wanted. The space you clearly needed."

"I didn't need space Becs, I needed you."

"And I needed you too."

They both sat in silence, both absorbing the words they'd just said.

"Becs…"

"Chlo, it's getting late. Grab your bag, get your keys, I'm taking you back to Aubrey's on my way home."

"I'm sorry for leaving Becs…"

"And I'm sorry for never coming home. But sorry doesn't change anything. You know that."

"I want to figure this out Becs…"

"So do I Chlo, but 1AM at Fat Amy's is not the place to do it."

"Beca…"

"Chloe, I want to fix this just as much as you do. You know that. Go get your things, and I'm taking you home."

Looking into Beca's eyes, Chloe knew Beca wasn't going to budge on the matter, so she crept into the lounge, grabbing her bag. She scanned the room looking for Aubrey, who was snuggled a little too close into one Jesse Swanson. She sniggered about that. Taking a quick picture, she thought of how many kicks she'd get out of repeating "broken oath" to Aubrey tomorrow. Nobody had seen her enter, so she figured that nobody had noticed her or Beca leave. Walking over to the door, she saw that Beca had gotten into her car, and started the engine. She took a deep breath, and went outside to meet her.

Getting into the car, she said "New car Becs?"

"Yeah, the old one was on its way out. Last month seemed as good a time as any to get a new one."

Chloe was shocked at that. Beca had always loved that ancient blue Prius and said that she would never part with it.

Then again, Chloe herself had always said she'd never part with Beca. Funny how things change.

She and Beca sat in comfortable silence for the entire drive back to Aubrey's. Neither of them said anything, nor did they have any intention of doing so. Chloe spent the entire drive looking out of the window, desperately fighting the urge to look at Beca. Beca flicked the radio on, and Chloe grinned at the song choice, starting to sing along.

"Take me down into your paradise, don't be scared 'cause your my body type, just something that we wanna try, 'cause you and I, we're cool for the summer!"

Beca smirked at that, it had been ages since she'd heard Chloe sing, and she remembered fondly how Chloe had played this song on repeat when it came out. It was one of the first songs Beca had produced, it was something light and fun. Very different from the current stuff she was working on. She wondered what Chloe would make of Demi's new music? Would she like it? Would she hate it? Or, like Beca, would she see that it was the story of Bechloe?

"Come on Beca… You know you want to sing!"

"Ssshh Chlo, it's a little late to be yelling it at the top of your lungs, don't you think?"

Smiling, Chloe shook her head, and carried on singing until Beca pulled up outside Aubrey's house.

"Right then Chlo, this is your stop I believe."

"Do you have to go? Please don't leave me lonely again Becs..." Chloe said, pouting.

"You know I can't go in there with you." Beca replied, her heart shattering as she spoke. She wanted nothing more than to go with Chloe, and refusing to do so was killing her inside.

"But Beca, if you go, I know I won't see you again…"

"Why are you so certain of that?"

"Because you'll ignore me."

"How could I possibly ignore you, Chlo? Pass me your phone."

Confused, Chloe grabbed her phone out of her bag and put it in Beca's hand. Beca went to unlock it, but then realised she didn't know the password. She raised an eyebrow at Chloe, silently asking for it.

"09.22.92"

"My birthday?" Beca inquired.

"Maybe," Chloe winked.

Unlocking the phone, she punched both her mobile phone number, and her office phone number into it.

"There," Beca said, passing the phone to Chloe. "If you want me, call me – I'll be there to talk. I'll answer as soon as it rings - I promise. Maybe we could meet up sometime?"

"I'd like that," Chloe said.

"Then you know how to get me," Beca said, turning her key in the ignition. "Get inside Chlo, don't catch a cold. See you later."

"Becs, it's been nice seeing you."

"You too Chlo. I've missed your pretty face."

"I've missed your sarcasm."

"You'll struggle to find anyone as sarcastic as I, Miss Beale."

"I hold you to that DJ Mitchell."

"Night Chloe," Beca laughed, as Chloe shut the door and made her way up to the house. Starting the engine, she whispered "I love you", and began to make her way home.

What a night.

Well, that's the understatement of the year there, isn't it? Reviews are love guys!