"Was that song for me?" Chloe whispered. Beca tensed. "No," She harshly replied, pulling away. "You know, I wrote a song once. I was going to use it when I proposed but then she left and I wrote another song," Chloe admitted, watching Beca. Beca looked away. "You were..." She mumbled. "Mhm," Chloe moved closer. "Okay. You should sleep," Beca stood and stumbled out the door.

She was going to propose. She was going to propose. Propose. To me. Like get married and grow old. With me. Beca's thoughts swirled around her mind.

Beca grabbed her keys and walked to her car.

The Next Morning

"Becs?" Chloe mumbled, opening her eyes. "Beca?" She sat up, looking around. "Beca!" Chloe ran to the living room, no Beca in sight. She grabbed her phone, immediately dialling the brunette's number. "Pick up Bec. Pick up," Chloe whispered. "Hello?" A groggy voice answered. "Where are you?!" Chloe screamed. "I'm in my car," "Come back!" "Okay." Beca hung up. Chloe put her hand through her hair. Why did Beca leave?

Chloe paced, waiting for Beca. The door clicked opened. Beca strolled in. "Thank goodness," Chloe enveloped the smaller girl in a hug. "Why did you leave? You shouldn't have left! You still have a concussion! You could've got hurt! You shouldn't be driving!" Chloe scolded her. The brunette just stared back, shrugging. "I needed some space." "Did I say something wrong?" Chloe asked, concerned. "N-no, you didn't," Beca responded, going to the couch. "Well, okay then. You really shouldn't drive though. You could black out while you're driving! You still have a concussion!" Chloe exclaimed. "It's not that bad," Beca protested. "Still." Beca gave in. "Sure. Fine."

Three Weeks Later

"Hey Becs! I'll be back by 4!" Chloe shouted, getting ready for work. Beca trotted into the room. "Have a good day," She mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. A smile crept onto Chloe's lips. Beca looked like a child, in oversized pyjamas with cartoon headphones. Beca smiled back sleepily. "Love you," Beca mumbled, turning around and walking away. Slightly surprised, Chloe opened the front door.

Bright lights flashed in Chloe's face. She stood there, paralysed. "Can we see Beca? Where is she? Who are you? Can we get a smile?" people shouted. Chloe looked around for an escape route but the paparazzi were blocking the paths. A hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the house.

"They found me. We should've moved," Beca ran her hands through her hair. "Sorry. I should've stayed somewhere else." "No. It's fine," Chloe reassured her. "If you didn't then I wouldn't be able to see you," Beca couldn't resist leaning in. Chloe must have felt the same, she practically lunged forward, placing her lips gently on Beca's. A flash brought them back to the present. Beca stalked over to the window. "Leave me alone!" she shouted, waving her hands around before shutting the blinds. "So..." Beca said, turning around with a smirk. Chloe walked over to her, placing another kiss on her lips. Beca did this thing to her filters, not that she had many, they just melted away, showing the real Chloe Beale. When Beca arrived, more vulnerable than before, Chloe started to fall for her again. Now she had fallen, completely. "I've got to go," Chloe whispered in Beca's ear. "Can't the kids wait a while?" Beca whined. "Be home by 4," Chloe told her. She grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

Chloe opened the door again, totally forgetting the people outside. "Woah," A small hand lay itself on her waist. "Excuse me," Beca pulled Chloe through the crowd slowly. A man's hand grabbed Chloe's shoulder. "Do not touch her," Beca seethed. A another hand reached out and Beca swatted it away. "LEAVE US ALONE!" Beca shouted, as the crowd separated, allowing them a path.

They drove in silence. "I'm sorry you had to see that," Beca mumbled, looking at her feet. "There's nothing wrong with being protective. They seem super annoying," Chloe replied. "Plus, protective Beca is sort of endearing," Chloe smiled, watching Beca's face. "Keep your eyes on the road Ginger," Beca smiled. Chloe's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

"How are you going to get home?" Chloe wondered, realising that Beca had tagged along. "Hmm. I didn't quite think that through. Oh wait, I did," Beca smirked, pulling a bagged sandwich out of her bag. "Very impressive," Chloe giggled. "I try."

Beca tapped her fingers on the dashboard, waiting for Chloe to come back. A head of red hair bobbed among the crowd of students. Beca stepped out of the car, walking over to the teacher. "Principal Lewis wants you to perform," Chloe informed Beca. "She's a fan, but not as much of fan as I am," Chloe whispered. Beca's face started to turn red. "Excuse me, children are here," Beca smirked. "Keep things PG. For now."

"It's very nice to meet you Ms. Mitchell," Principal Lewis grinned like a child. "If possible could you perform today after recess?" She asked, still grinning. "I'm not exactly..." Beca started. "Of course she would," Chloe answered, nudging Beca in the ribs. "Perfect, it'll be in the gym," Principal Lewis sang. "Have a good day Ms. Mitchell."

Chloe and Beca walked out of the office as fast as possible. "I wasn't going to agree," Beca protested. "She would have pestered you until you did. Not to mention she's my boss. I did you a favour," Chloe unlocked her classroom door walking in.

"Dude, did you buy my whole shop?" Beca smirked. Chloe's face turned as red as her hair. The room was plastered in posters and pictures of Beca. "I... N..." Chloe stammered. Beca just shot her a cheeky grin.