Okay, so a couple of you are almost willing me to have Beca tell Chloe. All in good time! In order for this story to work, it is paramount that Beca DOES NOT TELL CHLOE YET. I'm sorry, I'm a terrible human being. I'm afraid this is the closest you guys are gonna get to a confession.

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Beca could believe what was happening. I'm kissing Chloe Beale! Her heart was pounding as Chloe trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck. At some point they had discarded their outer clothing, leaving them in nothing but their underwear. Beca's mind had instantly cleared the alcohol pulsing through her veins, replacing it with a strong lust. She could feel the redhead's hands gliding over her stomach, the muscles rippling under her delicate touch. This was unlike anything she had every experienced; fireworks exploding in her chest, heat pooling at her core.

"Fuck Chloe…" Beca ran her hands through the soft red curls, pulling her up for another kiss. Chloe was still straddling her hips, grinding slowly. It was all too much but not enough at the same time. Beca placed her hands on the curves of Chloe's hips, grasping tightly and pulling her down harder. The added friction in all the right places pushed strangled gasps from the two girls, moving in sync with each other as if they were already accustomed to every bend and curve of their bodies.

Chloe shifted slightly, placing one of her knees in between Beca's legs, right up against her core. The brunette relished the contact, but the moment was short lived. Chloe's other leg was pressing against Beca's right knee, clamping it between the redhead's thighs. It would be incredibly hot and in any other situation, she would have taken advantage of this. But a deep ache had started to resonate from Beca's knee, spreading up her leg, replacing any and all pleasure that was there. It was becoming increasingly hard to ignore, and Chloe was starting to notice the stiffness radiating from the younger girl. The redhead pulled back slightly, locking eyes with Beca. She could see lust there, but also something else – Chloe couldn't place it. Before she had time to ponder it, she was being pulled back down into a searing kiss.

Beca could now feel intense pain radiating up and down her leg, but she couldn't stop. Every fibre of her body was on fire with passion and longing, but that didn't stop small hissing noises from escaping her nose as each pulse of pain shot through her.

This didn't go unnoticed by Chloe, and she pulled back once again. This time she watched the girl's face, watching it contort in discomfort before quickly being covered.

"Beca…" she was about to climb off when the brunette yet again pulled her back down, small whimpers escaping her lips. But these weren't noises of passion.

"Becs… stop." Chloe removed her hands from her waist as she started to climb off of the freshman. Untangling her legs, she was about to swing her feet over the bed, when a loud yelp stopped her in her tracks.

Chloe watched as Beca seemed to physically fold into herself. Wrapping her arms around her knees protectively, she started rocking, trying to defer the pain from where Chloe had put too much pressure on her knee. It was hopeless, as tears started streaming down her face, hidden from the redhead's intense gaze by her dark hair.

"Beca?" Chloe moved over slowly, not wanting the other girl to close off any further. When she got no response, save for the small whimpers that sounded sporadically. Chloe was becoming progressively worried that she had overstepped her mark badly, misreading the situation completely. She's drunk for god sakes. What were you thinking Beale?!

"Becs talk to me… are you okay?" Beca looked up then, tears falling freely down her face. Chloe's heart broke, the brunette never showing so much emotion so voluntarily. The redhead moved instantly to her side, pulling her close and whispering sweet nothings in an attempt to calm her.

"Chloe… Chlo I'm so fucked. Please don't leave me." another round of sobs racked the smaller girl's body, her hands holding on for dear life. Chloe just held on tighter, confusion and sadness washing over her.

"I won't leave you. I would never leave you. But I can't help you unless you talk to me." Chloe didn't expect anything, knowing that it was a vain attempt at finding out the truth. What she wasn't expecting was for Beca to reply.

"I'm gonna die Chlo… fuck I'm gonna die." Her voice was barely audible in amongst the gasps and hiccups, but Chloe heard it loud and clear. Her heart dropped, a new sense of dread filling her stomach.

"Beca," Chloe situated the girl so she was facing her, but was met with drooping eyelids, ready to close at any moment. "What do you mean 'you're going to die'? What's going on?" the redhead was almost begging, needing the truth before the dread consumed her. She was searching for any signs of consciousness in the rapidly fading girl when a soft voice started singing.

"I will not kiss you…

Lips are chapped and faded, faded."

Beca's voice cut off slowly, as Chloe watched her pass out in her arms, the crying and alcohol finally pulling her under. All Chloe could do was hold this shell of girl who was slowly falling to pieces, hoping that she could hold her together long enough to pull her out the other end the dark place she had found herself in.

A/N – this song is kinda fitting I suppose. I love you all, awesome nerds!