"Hey Becs, do you want to go home?" Chloe asked, sobering at the sight of her girlfriend. Beca had her head in her hands and a pained look. "It's just a headache. I'll be fine." "We can go home. I don't mind." "You stay. I'll just walk," She protested as Chloe stood. "Take the car. It's too late to walk." Chloe pulled out her keys, placing them in Beca's hand "I'll catch a ride." "Okay. Make good choices," Beca called out, winking.
The DJ walked out of the bar, and her head hurt less. Strobe lights probably weren't the best idea. Especially with a concussion. She hopped into Chloe's car, turning on "Bloe" playlist the Bellas had created.
Chloe was fully emerged in the euphoria stage of drunkenness, giggling at everything. Drew got back on stage with a new song.
Chloe danced to the music happily with all her coworkers. "Hey Beale," a voice whispered in her ear. Hands landed on her waist. "Could you come me?" the voice asked, totally sober despite the drinks. Chloe giggled, following Grace to the corner of the room. "I've been thinking. When I met you at the bathroom..." Grace started. "Haha, yeah. It was 'cause I thought Beca was dead. Beca Mitchell! You know I almost kissed her in college?" Chloe slurred happily. "I wish I-" Warm lips crashed into hers. Chloe froze in shock. Grace drew back, watching Chloe seductively. WHAT JUST HAPPENED? The redhead just stood there. "I really like you Chlo. We would make a great couple." Chloe snapped to life. "No. I-I'm in love with Beca," She stated, dashing towards the front door.
Chloe hailed a cab, standing on the side of the road. "Chlo." Grace was back. "I'm not interested. Leave me alone." "Give me a chance," Grace begged. "I need to go home." Chloe climbed into the back of the cab. "I love Beca."
Grace stood alone. Beca Mitchell. Chloe loved Beca. She kissed Chloe. Chloe didn't like her back. But Beca would find out eventually. Now all she needed to do was let everything fall into her lap.
"You okay?" The cab driver asked. "Yeah. I'm fine," Chloe squeaked, rubbing her eyes. "Go home and tell him, and then do a grand gesture to win back his trust," He suggested. "Her." "It doesn't matter. Just make sure you don't let her slip away." "You really think she'll forgive me?" She asked. "If it's true love, she will," He reassured. "Thanks. I'm Chloe by the way." "I'm Nathaniel Middleton. Call me Nate." "Thanks Nate." They sat in a comfortable silence for a while. "Looks like you're home. Don't worry, she'll forgive you," Nate smiled, taking the money Chloe handed him. He watched as Chloe walked into her house. "Good Luck Red."