Hey lovely, amazing, awesome people! A couple of people are asking why Beca doesn't tell Chloe… or anyone for that matter. Patience! There is a time and place! And that is coming up. Also, this is part one of two smut-central. You have been warned! Also, I was curious. Rebel Wilson has confirmed a PP4! Who else is excited?
"I have every mind to kick you out of the Bella's Beca." Beca scoffed internally. Aubrey was always to the point. "Your lack of effort, input and… pretty much everything over these past couple of weeks has given me every reason to take back your scarf. With regionals next week I expected more effort, and you've given me nothing. I should make you take your chair and leave." Aubrey's stern tone, hardset eyes and words – despite Beca's disdain for the blonde – struck a chord with the brunette. This was the first time she had felt a part of something, and she'd already messed it up. Looking into the seniors eyes, she could already see the decision had been made.
"But I'm not going to do that." Beca's eyes snapped up, unsure whether she had heard her correctly. Was she going crazy?
"What?" Beca couldn't even hide the disbelief in her voice.
"Beca," Aubrey's voice softened, her eyes showing something new. Was it compassion? She couldn't tell. "As much as you may think I'm heartless, I'm not. I care about my girls. Before anything else I want to know that they are okay, and if they aren't then they should know that I will do anything in my power to help them." the blonde's green eyes bored into Beca's, trying to pull the truth out of the smaller girl. "But I can't help them if they shut people out." That should have been it for the brunette. She should have come clean there and then, confessing that yes, she had cancer and no, she couldn't do this alone, despite the fact she was trying to convince herself otherwise. But there was something deep in her brain screaming at her that nobody could help her. That she was alone and it should stay that way. God knows it makes it easier for everyone else when the inevitable happens. So she did what she always did.
"I'm okay. Don't worry yourself blondie, puking is the last thing we need." Her trademark smirk graced her features, hiding her inner turmoil. Beca watched a stricken look cross Aubrey's face, before calm replaced it.
"Once you're ready to talk, I'm here to listen. When you walk for so long on your own with no one to lean on, eventually your legs give out and you fall. You may think you can do this alone but sometimes you don't have to." Aubrey grabbed her stuff and turned, but not before adding,
"Let us walk for you for a while. I think we both know you need It." and with that she left, leaving a gobsmacked Beca standing, gawping at the door. Her thoughts were swirling around her head at a million miles an hour, struggling to grasp a single one. Does she know? Was is just some stupid metaphor? How the hell could she possibly know? She was snapped out of her thoughts when Chloe came bounding over, a worried smiled in place.
"Hey what was that about?"
"Oh nothing!" it came out far too quick for it to be convincing, judging by the hesitant look being thrown Beca's way. She quickly composed herself, smirking again.
"Blondezilla just wanted to remind me to take my 'ear monstrosities' out for Regionals." She added air quotation marks for affect, earning a laugh from the redhead. She loved the way Chloe's whole face lit up, her eyes twinkling and her lips pulling back over perfect teeth in a jaw-dropping grin. Suddenly Beca's smile didn't seem so forced.
"Always the charmer. So hey, there's going to be a party at the highnotes place tonight, and all Aca-people are invited. Drinks included." Chloe winked, looping her arm in Beca's as they walked to the diner they favoured over every other place on campus. "Are you gonna come?" Chloe looked so hopeful, and it made Beca's heart melt. She couldn't say no to this beautiful girl. Wait, what?! Sack up Mitchell. Chloe watched Beca's face closely, looking for any kind of emotional giveaway, but was met with a placid expression. Her heart was beginning to sink when a smirk tugged the corners of the brunette's lips.
"How could I say no to free alcohol?" as soon as the words left her lips, Chloe squealed and threw herself onto the younger girl, and the only thing that was going through Beca's mind at that moment was that she would still have good days. And she would live every moment as if it was her last.
The party was in fully swing by the time Beca had got there. Chloe had told her to be there for 8pm, because "no party starts at the time the host tells everyone to be there by." But only an hour after the designated time, there were already drunk students littering the porch, and if the music was anything to go by, there would be at least a room full of people grinding on each other.
Sure enough as she walked in, the smell of sweat and cheap booze assaulted her senses, the living room alive with people dancing and singing. Girls, wearing clothes that shouldn't even be legal, grinding their hips up against boys who were barely keeping themselves upright. It all seemed a bit too erotic for Beca, so she went in search for her friends, or a drink. Whichever came first?
"SHORTSTACK!" Beca whipped her head around, spotting the Australian just in time before she barrelled into the shorter girl, scooping her up in a bear hug. The brunette could hardly breathe as her face was plunged into the blonde's ample cleavage.
"Amy! Give a girl room to breathe!" Stacie laughed as she pulled Beca away. The scowl that followed could freeze over a desert.
"At least let me have a drink before I go boob diving Amy." Beca internally scolded herself, the sentence coming out lame. But it earned laughs from the other girls, so she must have said something right. Stacie draped one long arm around the smaller girl, leading her to where the drinks had been laid out.
"Come on Bec's, you need to get on this level."
Chloe was disappointed. There was no denying that. She had hoped Beca would come, even made the effort to invite her face to face so she wouldn't have a choice but say yes. But it was almost 1am, and there had been no sign of the broody DJ. Chloe had asked Ashley and Jessica to keep an eye out, but they had come up empty too. It sent a pang of sadness through the redhead's heart, knowing that Beca had outright lied to her.
Red solo cup in hand, Chloe walked towards where she had left Aubrey, about to let her know that she was leaving when a hand clamped down on her shoulder. Startled, she turned, only to be face to face with Stacie.
"Hey Stace, have you seen Aubrey? I was going to tell her-"
"Chloe, you have to come with Me." the leggy brunette grabbed her free hand and started pulling her towards the back garden of the house.
"Stacie what's going on?" Stacie turned, a look of pure guilt on her face.
"Okay don't be mad… I swear I didn't know Amy had been giving her vodka all night. It was only a couple of shots of some kind of whiskey but now she's-"Stacie was cut off when a wild scream could be heard from the garden. The two girls shared a look before running outside. The sight before them was something neither of them expected.
Some kind of fort had been built out of the garden chairs and tables. It was built high and thin, forming a sort of tower. Fat Amy was stood next to it, trying to reach down and grab something inside, but to no avail.
"Amy! What the hell is going on?" the blonde looked up at Chloe's voice, a mixture of shock and guilt written all over her face.
"This wasn't my fault ginger! You have fun trying to get the midget out of here. I've met dingo's less aggressive than her!" Amy stalked off in search of another drink as Chloe and Stacie walked up to the tower. Peering inside, they could see a small form huddled at the bottom.
"Becs… you okay in there?" Chloe was shocked. She had no idea Beca was even here. Before she could lose herself in her thoughts, Beca popped out of the top of the opening, a broad smile on her face.
"Chloe baby! Where the hell have you been?" despite her slurred speech, her words sent a tingling sensation down Chloe's spine. The redhead took in her appearance.
She was wearing a dark green and black flannel shirt over a tight tank top, with black skinny jeans and Doc Martins. Her hair was loosely curled and her eyeliner made her dark blue eyes pop.
"Hey Beca… how about we get you home yeah?" Chloe tentatively reached a hand out, to which the brunette took gracefully. She was about to walk forward when she remembered where she was.
"Umm… I think I'm stuck." Beca giggled to herself. Chloe just sighed, ready for a long night.
Chloe decided it was best to take Beca back to her apartment just around the corner of the Highnotes sorority house. It was a shorter walk than Baker Hall, and she wanted to keep an eye on Beca, given the amount she had drank.
Stumbling down the street, Beca's arm slung around the redheads neck, Chloe couldn't help but let her mind wander. The proximity of their bodies was sending her mind into overdrive, and she couldn't understand why. Do I like Beca? Am I drunk? What is happening?
"Hey hey Chloe. Who am I?" Beca pulled away from Chloe and stopped them, before turning to face her. She pulled her shirt off of her shoulders, swaying slightly and gestured to her chest.
"I'm pretty confident about…" she grabbed her boobs and pulled a seductive face. "All this." Chloe burst out laughing, remembering the day all too well. Beca grinned, watching the redhead bend over in a fit of giggles. I did that, she thought, making her grin wider.
The rest of the walk was uneventful after that, tiredness finally settling in as they opened the door into the apartment. Chloe led them to her room, watching as Beca fought to keep her eyelids open. As they made their way into the redhead's room, Chloe help but laugh as Beca flopped face first onto her bed. She admired the small figure, especially how good her ass looked in her jeans. Damn it Chlo! Head out of the gutter! Shaking her head, she pulled a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top out of her draw, before tossing them lightly onto the brunettes head. A small groan was all she got in response.
"Come on Becs, you can't sleep in that!" it seemed groaning was the only thing Beca could do. Sighing, Chloe walked over to the bed and rolled Beca over and pulling her up by her arms, eliciting a string of curse words from the smaller girl.
"It's either you do it yourself or I help you." No response.
"Okay, have it your way." Chloe started tugging at the shirt, before two hands grasped her wrists. Gasping, the redhead looked up only to see Beca staring back at her. In the moonlight, her eyes were sparkling, her pupils dilated. She was smiling softly, and it send butterflies dancing around in Chloe's stomach.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful?" Beca spoke softly. Chloe had never seen her like this before. It was scary and exciting and she couldn't help but want more. More of this feeling. More, she realised, of Beca.
"People should tell people more often that their beautiful. And you are. Beautiful I mean. And I'm not just talking about your face. It's just you. Everything about you. I can't get enough of it." Beca reached a hand out and cupped Chloe's face, smiling lightly. This was all it took for Chloe to lose any ounce of control she had.
Chloe leant forward slowly, giving the brunette time to back away. It took a second for Beca to reciprocate, capturing the redhead's lips with her own. Chloe could feel a fire ignite deep in her stomach as Beca swiped her tongue across her lower lip, not wasting a moment as she granted access. The hands gripping Beca's shirt started pulling away the material, exposing the DJ's flower tattoo on her shoulder. There was heat behind every movement, Goosebumps rising on every bit of exposed flesh. But it wasn't enough. They both needed more.
Chloe pushed Beca down onto the bed, discarding of the shirt on the floor. When Beca was leaning comfortably back on her elbows, Chloe wasted no time in straddling the younger girls hips, before she locked their mouths again. She grabbed Beca's hands and raised them above her head, locking their fingers together as Chloe trailed light kisses down Beca's jaw to the soft spot behind the ear. A moan ripped through the air as Beca involuntarily bucked her hips, feeling heat pooling at her core. This only spurred Chloe on as she moved her kisses down to the freshman's collarbone, biting the soft skin before sucking on it with her tongue.
"Fuck, Chlo…" Beca moaning her name only pushed her further. Moving her mouth back to the brunettes, Chloe grabbed her waist, pushing the material of her tank top up over toned skin. She stopped just below Beca's bra, silently asking for permission. A slight nod. She pushed the material higher, exposing a lacy back bra. Beca's hands found their home on the redhead's ass, gripping and pulling them impossibly closer, the friction provoking a moan from both of them. Before they knew what was happening, clothes were flying everywhere, being ripped off while hands roamed freely. Chloe didn't know where this was going to go, but she sure as hell wasn't going to stop.
A/N – smut continues next chapter. Sorry for the super awkward cliffhanger. I love you awesome nerds!