Hey guys, me again. Work has been kicking my butt, so its gonna take a little longer to update in these next couple of weeks. But to make up for it, there may or may not be a lil bit of BeChloe smut in the next chapter. MAYBE. As always, my love goes out to those who took time to review/favourite/follow, you guys are my inspiration! Enough chit chat!
Chloe had never been someone to shy away from physical contact. She thrived on it, always reaching out to touch her friends, to hug them when they're down or just to be close to them. It brought comfort Chloe as much as the person on the receiving end. But being curled up to Beca Mitchell was something completely different.
The brunette was moody and distant, always with some form of scowl or look of disdain on her face. She was a tiny ball of attitude and if you prodded too hard, she would unleash her fury. But when she was asleep she was an entirely different person. Her face was relaxed; the frown line between her eyebrows all but vanished. An air of peace surrounded her, and to anyone else she would look young and vulnerable. It was one of the reasons Chloe loved to watch her sleep.
It wasn't long after Beca had fallen asleep that Chloe just stared, admiring the DJ. Beca's breaths came out deep and evenly, so the redhead knew she would not be disturbing her. Gently, Chloe started tracing her face. She ran her index finger down between her eyebrows, smoothing out the skin, down to her cheeks and over the dark circles that rimmed her closed eyes. She pressed her palm to the corner of Beca's jaw, running her thumb along her jawline, savouring the soft skin. Satisfied that she had memorised every inch of the tiny brunette, she laid her head back and closed her eyes, dreaming of eyes the colour of the ocean.
Heavy breathing. The sound of laboured pants was pulling Chloe from her deep slumber. Pulling her tired eyes open, the redhead was momentarily confused. Where am I? She was about to sit up when she felt a weight against her side. It all came back. She was in Beca's dorm room, laying on her bed. The memory brought a grin to Chloe's face, until she realised who was making those awful wheezing noises.
Looking down at Beca, she was taken aback at the change in the younger girl. Before they had fallen asleep, the brunette had the face of peace, muscles relaxed, and some colour had returned to her cheeks. But she was anything but relaxed now. There was sweat glistening on her forehead, making the dark hair stick to her face. Her eyebrows were furrowed in a grimace and her lips were parted, releasing short, uneven breaths. It all paled in comparison to the ghostly white colour her face had reverted back to. It took everything in Chloe not to immediately panic, as she realised that Beca had a chunk of her shirt clumped tightly in her fist. Knowing she could never prise open a grip as determined as that, she Chloe did the only thing she could do.
"Becs, wake up." Chloe pushed the hairs on the brunette's forehead away, running her hands down to her cheek and stroking gently trying to wake her, but to no avail.
"Beca." She said, slightly louder. There was still no response from the other girl. Chloe was starting to worry now, wondering what was causing Beca so much discomfort. Her worry was heightened when tears started to slip from the corner of her eyes. Chloe reacted, moving out from under the girl and placing both hands on her cheek, catching the tears with the pads of her thumbs.
"Beca, sweetie, come on wake up." Chloe was just starting to give up when Beca's eyes flew open. Chloe could see that they were bloodshot, her pupils dilated from sleep. It shocked the redhead at the vulnerability displayed in her dark blue orbs. They glanced around frantically before settling on Chloe. The DJ's mouth opened and closed several times before settling on one word.
"Chloe." She spoke so softly that the redhead had to strain to hear.
"I'm here. You're okay." Chloe continued to rub comforting circles on her cheeks. The way she was propped up on her elbows, she could feel the smaller girl's breaths against her side. The way her chest was rising and falling less rapidly; starting to resemble something calm. The two girls just gazed into each other's eyes, feeling the situation become more comfortable and calm. The death grip that Beca had on Chloe's shirt was starting to loosen. The redhead smiled comfortingly, tracing Beca's cheekbones. This seemed to snap something inside the brunette, because she broke eye contact, looking down in embarrassment. Just this small action sent relief washing through Chloe, knowing that this was the exact thing she expected from Beca in any normal situation.
"Hey look at me," Chloe tugged on her chin, making her look back up at her. "Are you okay?" she could see the conflicted emotions on Beca's face. Chloe waited patiently, allowing Beca the time she needed to answer. And Chloe could see that she was about to do just that – her lips poised to form words, but nothing came out. Instead, Beca's eyes widened, her eyebrows knitting together and her breath catching.
"Bec-"before Chloe could even finish her sentence, Beca was pushing her away. Literally pushing her out of the way as she scrambled off of the bed. Small whimpers of pain came from the brunette as she swung her legs off of the bed, rushing as fast as her tired frame could carry her.
This was short lived however as she all but collapsed into the small En suite toilet, only pushing the lid up in time for the vomit to fall into the basin. Chloe was shocked at this turn of events, but was quick to react. Almost instantly, she was holding the long brown hair away from Beca's face, rubbing soothing circles on her back. Chloe could feel Beca trembling under her finger as she threw up everything she had, dry heaving when nothing else would come up. Glancing around, Chloe spotted mouthwash at the edge of the sink. Pulling Beca's hair into a bun with a hair tie on her wrist, Chloe quickly grabbed the bottle of mouthwash and poured a generous amount into the cap. Settling down on her knees, Chloe handed the cap to Beca, who was now taking deep breaths, leaning her forehead on her arm which was laying on the edge of the seat. The brunette smiled weakly and took it shot-style, swishing it around her mouth before spitting it out. Chloe knew that if she let her, Beca would fall asleep right here right now.
"Bec come on, let's get you back to bed." Beca looked up, swaying slightly as her vision swam. She could already feel sleep pulling at the corner of her eyes and was content to just setting where she was.
"Looks like I'm carrying you then." Chloe pulled Beca's other arm over her neck, and slipped her own arm around the brunette's waist. Trying to ignore the tingling feeling running up her arm as her fingers slipped under Beca's shirt, she hoisted them both up. Beca was a dead weight, legs shaking from exhaustion. But she weighed next to nothing on a good day, so it was easy to pull Beca back to bed.
Laying her down, Chloe pulled the covers around the younger girl, making sure she was wrapped up. She walked back into the En suite, pouring some water into a glass on the shelf. Chloe could still smell the vomit, realising that they hadn't even bothered to flush the toilet. Chloe proceeded to do so, trying to wrap her head around everything. She knew there was something wrong, but if Beca didn't want to talk about it now, then she never would. Chloe had to respect that. Taking a deep breath, she walked back into the room, where Beca was now laying on her side, eyes closed and lips parted. Chloe's insides melted, seeing Beca look so comfortable. Chloe placed the water down on the side of the bed, before kissing the DJ's forehead, lingering just slightly longer than she should. Knowing she had already outstayed her welcome, Chloe turned, ready to leave when a hand gripped her wrist. Chloe turned to see Beca staring at her, a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"stay." that one word sent Goosebumps rippling all over Chloe's body, rendering her speechless. All she could do was nod as she climbed back into bed. Beca instantly turned into her, wrapping herself almost completely into Chloe. The redhead was falling back into a deep slumber, and she couldn't tell whether it was her imagination or not, but just before she lost her hold of consciousness, she swore she felt wet dropping onto her exposed neck.
"Okay ladies, I want to go over the middle part of the song today, we need to tighten up the harmonies and nail it all down before we can move on to the next part."
Collective groans where heard from all of the Bella's, but it didn't faze Aubrey in the least. She knew these girls would thank her in the long run. She was about to start the session with a warm up when a blur of movement in her periphery caught her attention. Before she could focus her full attention on the figure walking through the doors, high pitched squeals filled the auditorium.
"Shortstack! You're not dead!"
"Hey midget, nice of you to turn up."
"I made the president soup with my twin's kidney." The room went silent, either not hearing, or not wanting to acknowledge Lily's comment. Aubrey watched as the girls engulfed Beca in a group hug, the look of discomfort making an appearance before that trademark smirk replaced it.
"I couldn't leave you weirdos. You'd miss me too much." Beca winked, earning a laugh from everyone.
Chloe watched the exchange next to Aubrey, confusion bubbling in her gut. Not two days ago, Chloe watched as the shell of the brunette threw everything she had up into the toilet, while showing almost every vulnerability that would never see the light of day in a normal situation. But watching her now, it was as if that girl was gone, hidden behind a smirk and dark eyeliner. The redhead was snapped out of her reverie when a sharp whistle pierced the air.
"There will be time for this at the end. Positions!" the blonde clapped her hands, making all of the girls run to their respective positions. If there was something that Aubrey Posen was good at, it was bending the wills of everyone in her path.
It didn't take much to convince the girls that rehearsals was over. Everyone gravitated towards their bags before going about their day promptly, not wanting to be held back by Aubrey. Chloe was putting her water bottle away when she spotted Beca packing her own bag. She looked much better than the last time the redhead had seen her, but there was still a look of discomfort etched into her features. Walking over, Chloe noticed that the limp had returned.
"Hey you! Do you wanna go grab some lunch?" the senior decided to ignore this for now, instead opting just to enjoy Beca's company. The brunette made eye contact and smirked, unknowingly making Chloe swoon. Beca was about to reply when a voice cut through the room.
"Beca, a word?" Aubrey beckoned her over. All Beca could do was roll her eyes, knowing that arguing would be futile. She walked over, feeling the redhead's gaze lingering on her as she stood face to face with the captain, a knowing look twisting her stern features. Anxiety bubbled, in Beca's chest as she watched Aubrey's eyes flick down to her leg, and back up again to her face. The brunette could feel the air thickening with every passing moment, before the blonde finally spoke.
A/N – uh oh. What was said? What is going on with Beca? Will Chloe figure it out?