In this story I have it written in 1989 I have original bands that are based on real bands to make it easier to avoid anachronisms with the music.

Keep forgetting to put those statements in the beginning, so here it is

I don't own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters because if I did, Beca definitely wouldn't have kissed Jesse at the end.

Chapter 2

"Rebecca…Rebecca, wake up."

Beca's eyes flew open at the persistent calling of her name. Groaning in aggravation, she rolled over to see Aubrey standing next to her bed, her arms crossed in front of her. Beca wasNOT in the mood to argue with her, which is why she let it slide that Aubrey was calling her by her full name.

"It's Sunday. Leave ME THE HELL ALONE!" she all but shouted.

Aubrey rolled her eyes at the alt girl before going over to her and pulling the blanket from over her roommate's body. Unfortunately for her, Beca was under the cover in just a tank top and underwear. Seeing her in this state of undress caught Aubrey completely off guard. The tattoos littering her body, the piercings, it was becoming too much to handle.

'She looks so much like Amanda' she thought, turning away from the brunette. She quickly reached down and took the rubber band around her wrists, popping it against her skin. The quick jolt of pain quickly erased the pervading thoughts of Amanda from her mind.

"Rebecca, you have to get up. We have early Morning Prayer and an entire day of things planned. Rule 7 states that all scheduled events must be attended, as they are all mandatory."

"OH MY GOD, Aubrey! Get away from me or I will be forced to kill you." She grumbled, trying her hardest to snatch back the cover from the blonde. When the older blonde relented and released the cover, Beca smiled in appreciation before her head fell back to the pillow and she dozed off once again.

When she awoke, two hours later she realized, she was alone. Dragging herself out of bed, she walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of black leather pants and pulled them over her thin legs. She grabbed her favorite denim jacket from the back of her desk chair and threw it on her over the t-shirt she slept in. she walked over to her desk and pulled out the schedule Mrs. Westmore had given her yesterday. It was five minutes after 9:00 which meant she had a little less than 20 minutes to get something in her stomach. Slipping on her boots, she made her way into the half bathroom in the corner of the room and quickly brushed her teeth.

There was a lot of chatter when Beca walked into the dining hall. It was loud with the clanking of the trays on the table and silverware scraping against the hard cafeteria type trays. As Beca made her way to the food line she felt as if everyone was staring at her. Humming 'Welcome to the Jungle' she continued through the line. She held out her tray and the cook placed two pancakes in the center with a cup of fruit on the side. She got to the end of the line and had a choice of coffee, tea, milk or water to drink. She chose coffee. She scanned the room looking for a place to sit. She spotted Aubrey sitting in the back at a table by herself but quickly decided against sitting with her.

'Hard pass on sitting with the roommate.' After a few more seconds she found another empty table to sit at, just as she had done in high school, except senior year. That was the year Chloe had her lunch period and they always sat together. She never had money for lunch and her mother never made her anything so she usually just sat and watched Chloe eat. Then that one day in October, Chloe arrived at lunch with two paper bags. She gave Beca lunch without question and she did so for the remainder of the year. That girl was a saint to Beca and she really didn't know if she would have survived without her.

"Hey, over here."

Beca stopped in her pursuit and looked up in confusion, wondering who was calling to her.

"Me?" she asked when she spotted the girl waving her over. Skeptically she made her way across the dining hall to the table where the two sat.

"Hey. Are you new here?" the African American girl with pink hair asked. Beca nodded her head, as she reached down and cut her pancakes in half.

"Yeah, I am. I was dumped here yesterday."

"Oh, Ok. I'm Cynthia Rose and this is Benji." She introduced pointing to the boy sitting next to her.

"Wassup. I'm Beca. Are you two in group four?" She asked, taking a bite of the pancake only to spit it back out in disgust. Cynthia rose nodded at her.

"That tastes like shit." she immediately reached for her coffee to try and wipe away the rancid taste in her mouth.

The coffee wasn't much better, but it wasn't absolutely horrible. It was nothing compared to what she was used to from the local dinner back in Atlanta. She allowed herself two more sips to wake her up before siting the cup back down.

"Oh, so you must be Aubrey's new roommate." Cynthia Rose stated. Beca looked at her in confusion and the other girl continued.

"It's just that a couple of people said she went to Westmore complaining about tattoos and ear monstrosities. Now that we see you, we concluded that you are her roommate."

"Yup, that's me." Beca said, rolling her eyes at the thought of her uptight roommate.

"What's her deal anyway?"

Cynthia Rose looked over at Benji who smirked before going back to picking at his oatmeal.

"She's trouble. That's all I can say. This is her second summer here. The first time her parents brought her and I hear that she voluntarily entered this summer. She was a mess last year, vomiting whenever something stressed her out. Just watch yourself around her, she's a stickler for rules and won't hesitate to report you and get you thrown in isolation. She reported her last roommate for writing her girlfriend." Cynthia rose explained.

"So you're saying I can't trust her?"

"Not if you want to stay out of isolation." she finished. Beca nodded her head, her eyes glancing over to Aubrey once again. This time, however, the blonde looked up and their eyes met. Beca noticed an immediate sadness in them that was quickly masked and replaced with a stern glare. Rolling her eyes, Beca turned back to the girl in front of her.

"So where are you from?" Cynthia Rose asked trying to prevent the awkward silence she felt creeping up.

"Uh, Lake City, right outside Atlanta. What about you?"

"I'm from Savannah and Benji is from Lyerly."

"What's wrong with you?" Beca asked referring to Benji. "Why can't you speak for yourself?"

Benji looked up from where he was picking at his oatmeal with his spoon and shrugged.

"I can speak for myself; I just don't have anything to say." He responded before dropping his head once again.

Beca rolled her eyes at him before picking up her cup of coffee again, noticing how much the temperature had diminished in only a few short minutes. She took another sip, nonetheless and surveyed the surrounding tables. Many of the kids there looked to be about her age and most of them didn't look too pleased to be in their current situation. Some of the people there surprised her in the fact that they seemed as if they'd still be in the closet if they weren't here.

Cynthia Rose looked over at Beca and smiled to herself. If looks were anything to go off of, Cynthia Rose had a feeling that Beca would make her time here more fun. She just hoped that Beca's resolve would remain until she was able to get out of the camp. Many of the rebels that entered the Westmore Institute started off as proud individuals full of tenacity and spunk, but by the end they left with nothing but shells of their former selves. She only hoped that no matter what the Westmore Institute did, they didn't break the alt girl because people like Beca were the ones they loved to target and make an example out of.

"That's a cool tattoo." She said when her eye caught sight of a treble clef with headphones wrapped around it spanning her forearm. Beca looked down at her arm to where Cynthia Rose was pointing before smiling.

"Thanks. A buddy of mine did it for me."

"I wish I could get some ink like that but, I'm not sure which my parents would hate more: me being gay or the tattoo."

"Oh, my mom hated it. My stepdad hated it even more and that's why I kept getting them." She said mischievously.

"So you got them to piss off your step dad? You guys don't along or something?"

"Nah, I mean they all have a lot of meaning to me and making him angry was just an added bonus. He's a complete asshole that I've wanted to kill on several occasions."

"Oh. That sucks. So you like music? Are you a musician?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I mainly write, though."

"That's awesome, man. Benji and I sing so if you ever need someone to try out your songs on, we're you're people." She enthused, nudging Benji to elicit a reaction from him. Beca smirked at her in amusement, but nodded her head in agreement, nonetheless.

"What's your favorite type of music, then?"

Beca thought for a few minutes, not really used to being put on the spot.

"Um, I guess it would have to be classic rock, although I really can listen to just about anything. I am a huge Deep Purple fan and I completely fan girl over Janis Joplin." Beca listed. When she saw Cynthia Rose motioning for her to continue she did, glad to have found someone who shared her taste in music and didn't dismiss it as 'tasteless garbage' like Liam had.

"I love Kurt Kramer. He's a god with a guitar. I mean 'Honey Let Me Go' is unbelievable. I wish I was there to see him perform it live when he came to Atlanta. A lot of people were saying that his guitar caught fire and he kept playing it, but I think that was just a rumor."

Benji perked up at the familiar band and found himself speaking much to the surprise of everyone at the table.

"It's no rumor. It just combusted on stage and since he had destroyed his last one like he always does after 'Roll Me Over' he had to keep playing it."

Beca's eyes rose in surprise as she turned to him.

"You like Kiss Coil?" she quipped.

"Yeah. My dad and I used to go to all their shows when they came to the south…that was before he became a drunken asshole." The table got silent after that and Beca found herself looking at Benji empathizing with his home situation.

"Well, I got their latest tape. If you wanna listen to it with me, let me know." She offered earning her a shy smile from him return.

The three sat comfortably for the next ten minutes, engaging in small talk about their lives back home, although it really was just Cynthia Rose and Beca talking with Benji offering a few words every so often. After everyone had emptied their trays they were all instructed to line up so that everyone could head over to the connecting church for service. They all stood in line, Beca's arms crossed in front of her.

"I thought you guys already had church." She whispered to CR.

Cynthia Rose turned to her and nodded her head.

"We did, but that was early Morning Prayer. No one really goes to that, except people like Aubrey. This is the actual service and it goes on for hours." She said in disdain. The three managed to find a pew with enough space for the three of them to sit together. Unfortunately, it was the second row from the front. Beca took a seat noticing her roommate sitting alone in the front row, reading her bible silently to herself. She played with the cross around her neck as she silently mouthed the words on the thin page.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen." The pastor began, smiling at everyone in front of him. Beca rolled her eyes and slouched down in her seat prepared to fall asleep. She was never a church person. Religion never comforted her or made her life any better, so she thought it was pointless getting up on Sunday mornings to listen to a man preach hypocrisies for an hour.

"Beca?"

Beca peeked open an eye and looked over to her left where Benji was poking her.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you here?" he whispered, sneaking a glance at her before turning back to the pastor in front.

She sat up a little straighter, rolling her eyes at just the thought of why she was there.

"Because my stepdad is an ass hat." She whispered back.

"Where's your dad?"

"Hell if I know. That motherfucker ran off before I was born." She said, looking down at her hands trying to hide the disappointment.

"Well, having a dad isn't all it's cracked up to be." Benji responded dejectedly. Beca looked over at him sadly, feeling immediately that this would be the thing to bring them together. Most of the people in her neighborhood lived with their parents, both of whom were happily married to each other. Not even Chloe could understand, although she would listen for hours on end as Beca talked about how much she wished her father was there and not Liam. Chloe would try to reassure her that he didn't run off because of her and a part of Beca knew it was the truth but the other part knew that she was a screw up that no one would want.

But Benji was different and Beca could feel this. Nevertheless, she still was going to keep him at arm's length until she could figure out his deal and if he could be trusted. The two sat in silence for a while before Beca spoke up,

"Well, not having a father isn't so damn great either."

Benji snorted at this,

"The grass is always greener?"

"Ten fuckng shades brighter." She grunted causing him to laugh. Aubrey turned around and glared at the two of them with daggers in her eyes at their constant sniggering. Beca looked at her and pretended to be turning an imaginary handle to appear as if she was cranking up her middle finger before flipping the blonde off.

Aubrey turned around in a huff causing Benji and Beca to laugh even harder.

After church Beca was informed that they would have group therapy. All the way back to the main building of the campus, Beca couldn't help but feel anxious. It wasn't so much about being nervous of therapy itself, but she didn't want to have some shrink trying to psychoanalyze her.

"Hey, Beca. You're awfully quiet all of a sudden." Benji said using his hip to nudge her out of her reverie.

"Huh?" she said looking up from where she was distracting herself by kicking rocks as they walked along the path.

"I asked why you were so quiet," he clarified.

"It's nothing. I was just thinking?"

"About therapy?" he asked. Beca looked over at him, trying not to betray what she was thinking.

"Don't worry about it. They'll really just try and get you to figure out why you like girls. It's not that bad actually. Jordan isn't as terrible as her mother."

"Oh my gosh, so that is her mother? I thought they looked alike."

"Yeah. Unfortunate too, because Jordan isn't as bad as the others. She really only gets intense when she knows the session is being monitored." He explained as they walked up to the main building. He reached out and held the door for her before walking in behind her over to the common room where their session would be held.

"Ok. Thank Benji. I—I just don't really like to talk about stuff like that. Chloe nearly broke up with me because I wouldn't open up to her." She admitted. Benji chuckled at her, the two walking to the chairs arranged in a circle.

"Tom used to be just like that." Benji said, taking a seat next to her.

"Who's Tom?" she questioned. However, seeing the hurt look on his face, she quickly tried to retract her answer.

"I'm sorry, if you don't want—"

Benji held up a hand, "No it's ok…He was my boyfriend before I first got here."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, it's ok. I guess he didn't need me as much as I needed him." Benji said, shrugging sadly.

Beca opened her mouth to comment, but was interrupted by everyone else entering the room. Cynthia Rose immediately walked over to where the two were sitting and sat next to Beca. Aubrey sat opposite them on the other side of the circle. Four other people that Beca didn't recognize occupied the other seats leaving one seat that she guessed was reserved for the therapist.

Beca glanced over at Aubrey who was pulling a rubber band on her wrists, stretching it before letting it go. Beca watched her do this several times trying to come up with a reason for why she was doing it since she knew it had to hurt like hell.

The longer she sat there and watched the more she couldn't help but wonder about the enigma that was her roommate. Don't get her wrong, she really didn't care for the blonde or her attitude but it intrigued Beca greatly that someone like Aubrey was in a straight camp. The blonde looked like a Victoria's Secret model and the last time she checked those women weren't gay. Yeah, there's no way the lesbians of the world would get that lucky.

'I wonder what she looks like in lace.'

Shaking her head, Beca tried to rid herself of those thoughts. She laughed to herself as she ran a hand through her hair remembering that she had a girlfriend. So what if Chloe broke up with her; Beca knew it wasn't voluntary and as soon as she got out of this hell she would be right back with her girl and they'd run away to L.A like they had planned. Smiling to herself Beca couldn't help but remember how happy Chloe would get whenever she referred to her as 'her girl.' She said it was something about knowing she belonged to Beca that made her heart flutter.

God she missed her. That look in her eyes whenever Beca said she loved her or the way her nose crinkled whenever she was confused. She especially loved the blueness of her eyes and how she could never accurately describe it. You know how people use the sky or the ocean to describe shades of blue? They should use Chloe's eye color as well. Beca can't remember the amount of time she spent just looking into those blue orbs. She missed the sound of her voice and that laugh reserved just for her whenever Beca kissed right below her ear. Most of all—of everything there was to miss— she missed how safe she felt when she was with the redhead. No matter how rough things got at home, she knew she would always have Chloe—that Chloe would always be the constant thing in her life. When everyone had left and the smoke cleared, there standing would be the redhead that captured her heart and never gave it back.

"Hello everyone. We have someone new joining us: Rebecca Mitchell"

Beca didn't even see or hear Jordan enter the room and had to be nudged by Benji to stop daydreaming.

"Huh?"

This caused a few people to snicker, except Aubrey who looked unimpressed.

Jordan smiled at her and repeated her last sentence. "I was just telling everyone your name. How about we do our introductions again so that you can get to know the people outside of your group? Rebecca this is only the second week so you didn't miss much the last session. It was basically an introduction session."

Beca rolled her eyes at this feeling like she was back in fifth grade. It was stupid. This whole thing was stupid. Why in the hell was she here?

"So we'll go around the circle and everyone will say their name, where they're from, why they're there and what they hope to gain from being here." Jordan instructed.

The girl on the left side of her sat up reluctantly in her seat and began her introduction, a strong northern accent coming out.

"Hey, I'm Jane Rizzoli. I'm from Boston and I'm here because my parents didn't like that I'd rather kiss my best friend/girlfriend Maura than that loser Casey from down the street . What do I hope to gain? Uh, a summer away from my brothers." She laughed, earning an eye roll from Aubrey. Beca laughed out loud at this and Jane looked over at her and smiled in return.

The next girl was slouched in her chair just like Beca was and her arms were crossed defiantly in front of her.

"I'm Paulie. I'm from Washington D.C. I'm here because some people can't keep a fucking secret and I don't hope to gain shit from this nuthouse."

"Paulie—"Jordan warned.

"What? What do you want me to say? I'm only here because the step monster doesn't realize that just because I like to wear men's clothing doesn't automatically mean I'm gay." She argued.

Jane rolled her eyes and looked over at Paulie. "Well, are you gay?"

Paulie, who was looking at Jordan with an outraged frown, began to smirk before sitting back in her chair.

"Yeah—but that's not the point." She said causing everyone to laugh, everyone except Aubrey. Beca rolled her eyes, what the fuck was wrong with this girl. Was she a robot or something?

Next to Paulie sat a blonde haired boy. He shyly waved at the group.

"Hi. I'm Andy. I'm from Baton Rouge. I'm here because I really needed some time to work on myself. I hope to really figure out who I am by being here."

"Hey everyone." The next boy said loudly, waving animatedly at everyone.

"I'm Eli and I'm from Birmingham. I'm here because of my mom," he leaned in and placed a hand at the side of his mouth before continuing in a stage whisper. "She caught me in a very compromising position with my boyfriend and a cucumber." He said eliciting a very large laugh from everyone. Jordan turned bright red at this comment and reprimanded him about appropriate behavior.

"Hey, I'm Cynthia rose. I'm from Savannah. Why I'm here? I had an answer for that about 2 years ago, but after 2 summers in this place, I'm really not so sure anymore. What I hope to gain? I don't know—a new friend." She said, sneaking a glance at Beca.

The room was silent after that and Beca looked up to see who was next in line only to realize it was her.

"Shit. I'm next aren't I?" she said to no one in particular. Rubbing the back of her neck, she brought her right leg up, letting it rest across her left.

"I'm Beca. Don't ever call me Rebecca." She warned.

"I'm from Lake City here in Georgia. I don't know why I'm here and I doubt I'll gain anything either." Jordan scribbled something on her memo pad before looking back at Beca.

"Beca, there is a reason why you're here. I'd like to hear what you think that reason is."

Beca rolled her eyes. "What the fuck does it matter? If I guess right do I win something?" she asked and paused for effect before continuing. "Yeah, I didn't think so. The reason I'm here is sitting at home beating the shit out of my mother and the next time I see him I'm going to kick his teeth down his throat."

Everyone around the room watched silently as the small alt girl unleased her rage and they were amazed at how successfully she was rebelling against Jordan.

Jordan made another note.

"Well what do you think you'll gain?"

Beca's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"Did you not hear what I said? I—DON"T—KNOW! I'm not gaining anything by being here. This place is in no way benefiting me. It's because of this place and likeminded people who think something's wrong with us, that we're here in need of some cure. It was close minded people that forced my girlfriend to look me in the eye and say she didn't love me…that it was all a lie." She closed her eyes and clenched her fists trying to suppress some of the rage building up in her body as well as the immense sadness threatening to fall from her eyes. She opened her eyes and found Aubrey staring back at her, her eyes filled with something. Concern? Beca wasn't sure and she really didn't care.

Beca stood up in need of an escape. She felt like she couldn't breathe; like the room was closing in on her.

"Miss Mitchell, you aren't permitted to leave until instructed to do so." Jordan declared. Beca kicked her chair, the force propelling it to the back wall with a loud slam.

"This is bullshit! You'd think in 1989 this should be illegal. You want to cure of us who we are." And with that she stormed out the room, walking as quickly as her feet would carry her back to her room.

When she arrived back in her room, she quickly threw her jacket into her closet, and kicked off her shoes. She never expected to lose her cool in front of a group of strangers, but it was something about what Jordan said that was really got to her. She lied down on her bed. She reached over and hit play on her radio, Janis Joplin's "Get it While You Can" filling the room. Beca clutched the pillow to her head trying to muffle the sound of her whimpers as thoughts of that night came flooding back to her.

It had been three days since they were discovered by Chloe's mother and Beca hadn't heard from her in the interim. The redhead's mother had kept her out of school while they dealt with the "situation," as she called it. Then out of nowhere, Beca got a call. Chloe was inviting her over, instructing her to sneak in through the back door. Beca quickly got dressed and made her way across the street to the only blue house on the block. She slipped up the back stairs to the third floor where her girlfriend's bedroom was. She was quite surprised that no one was home. When she got to Chloe's door, she stood for a few seconds, not sure if she should knock or just walk in. when she raised her hand to knock, she heard the soft melody of her girlfriend's voice instructing her to come in.

Beca reached down and slowly turned the door knob. When she pushed open the door she found Chloe in a dimly lit room sitting on the bed, her legs cross under her. She looked up at Beca and immediately, Beca could see the evidence of her sorrow. At the sight of her girlfriend, Chloe began to sob again and she dropped her head again. She walked over to where Chloe sat and saw the redhead was surrounded with pictures of them over the years.

She took a seat next Chloe and reached out to her.

"Chlo?"

Chloe didn't look up at her, but instead reaching out to pick up a picture. Beca recognized it immediately; it was a picture of the two at the annual fair held in town. They were on the Ferris wheel and Chloe insisted that the first picture she took on her new camera be of the two of them sharing a kiss at the top of the ride. The memory brought a smile to Beca's face.

"I remember that day." She whispered. "We had so much cotton candy; you didn't eat it for months after that." She chuckled.

"Yeah, that was the first day you said you loved me." Chloe pointed out sadly. They had been dating for a year and a half and Beca had yet to return the words that Chloe had often proclaimed to her. Then, that night, on that Ferris wheel, she said it. She said she loved Chloe. The redhead shook her head and began to cry again sadly y at the memory.

"Beca, it isn't fair!" she cried out before dropping her head to her hands as she allowed to her emotions to overtake her once again. Beca sighed sadly and took her girlfriend into her arms, rubbing her back soothingly.

"It's ok baby. Tell me what isn't fair."

At her question, Chloe only cried harder into Beca's shoulder. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, bawling the material of her shirt into her fists to draw her closer.

"It's not fair that this has to end." She sobbed. Beca's breathe hitched for a second and her hand stilled on Chloe's back before it disappeared for a moment, helpless. It soon drifted through red locks touching what would, unbeknownst to her, soon be nothing more than a memory.

"It doesn't have to Chlo; I'm not going to let them break us up." She whispered, leaning down to place a kiss on Chloe's head.

"But Beca, they are sending us away. My father said that if we refuse to stop seeing each other, they are going to force us apart." She whispered tearfully.

Beca tilted her head downward, asking whoever was listening for strength and mercy on Chloe to stop crying because every sob and sniffle was like a dagger piercing her heart, cutting pieces of it away.

"It'll be ok Chloe. We'll find a way." She spoke softly, her half-hearted promise lifted by the emotion that clogged her throat and ran down her face in silent rivers. Chloe must have felt her hand reach up to wipe away her tears because when she looked up she saw the gleam of tears of Beca's face. She reached up and wiped them away, trying desperately to smile but found her face stuck in a permanent frown. She couldn't fake a smile because in her heart what she was about to do would kill her as much as it would kill Beca.

"I—I can't do this Beca. I can't be sent away." She said sadly and pulled herself out of Beca's arms. Beca looked at her through wide watery eyes when pulled from her arms and sat next to her.

"But why." She croaked, her voice breaking painfully.

Chloe closed her eyes trying to keep her resolve.

"Because it has to be this way." Chloe's voice broke knowing the next words she uttered were complete bullshit but she knew she had to end this with Beca for the betterment of them both.

"It's a sin." She whispered.

Beca looked over at her incredulously before her body shook with tears.

Beca buried her face in her hands and filled her palms with the rain of her sorrow. This couldn't be happening to her. The one person she needed to be there wasn't walking away—she was being pulled away. It wasn't fair. It wasn't FUCKING FAIR!

Chloe cried more, watching her girlfriend—ex girlfriend—slumped next to her weighed down by the weight of the pain she was causing her.

"God Chloe, I'm sorry for doing this to you. I know I ruined your life and your parents will probably never look at you the same, but I couldn't help how I feel about you. I still can't—even now. You said you're parents are threatening to disown you—send you away—but I still want you to pick me. It is really so bad to just want you to need me like I need you?" she cried, her head falling back to her hands.

Chloe looked at her startled, her red eyes widening when Beca slid from the bed and fell to her knees as though before an altar. She wrestled with Chloe's hand which wanted to flee her grasp to avoid the spark that always flowed between them whenever they skin touched, but at last Beca held on, their hands united with the salt of spent tears.

"Please Beca, please. We can't live our life like this anymore, we can't live in sin." She yelled through tears trying to pull her hands from Beca's but Beca squeezed them tighter holding them firmly in place. She brought her bowed head slowly up, her face flooded with tears, the tiny crystal drops leaking freely from her tortured eyes. They held on to her eyes until they became too heavy before dripping down her face and falling from the tip of her nose. Chloe had never seen anything as heartbreaking as the sight of her beautiful raven breaking down in front of her, so vulnerable. She finally managed to pull her hands free and she cupped Beca's face, tipping it up and bringing her own to meet Beca nose to nose—she couldn't go any further than this.

"Beca please just remember that I do loveyou."

"Chloe…please…don't do this. Please I'll do anything. I'll go away, I'll leave. Just please don't leave me." She begged her words barely discernible, bent and distorted with grief.

"We can't" Chloe insisted as she feels Beca shake her head in her hands.

"No!" Beca yelled through tears. Chloe didn't say anything this time. She just allowed Beca to cry in her arms, the small alt girl crawling forward and wrapping her arms around Chloe's waist, pulling her closer. She rested her head against Chloe's stomach as she cried thinking about how she was losing the one thing on this earth that ever meant anything to her. They remained like this for close to an hour with Chloe holding Beca as she cried endlessly.

"Ju-ust let me have you one more time." She mumbled into the fabric of Chloe's shirt. She sat up on her knees, looking Chloe deeply in the eyes she had come to consider home.

"Chlo…please…one last time. Let me be your sin one last time." The whisper was so breathy Chloe wasn't sure if she heard it or imagined it. Chloe knew she couldn't grant Beca's request because if she did, everything would come crumbling down. She would invite Beca into her bed and never want her to leave.

"Just…just a kiss." Chloe whimpered, but it was cut short with Beca's wet, salty lips taking her and caressing them so perfectly. It was as though that moment paused, the world stopped to witness the purest love every shared between two beating hearts. How could anyone force something so beautiful apart?

Chloe wrapped her hands gently around Beca's neck, burying them in the warmth of the brunette's hair and nudged her closer. She pressed Beca's lips apart and ran her tongue lovingly over the delicate petals before sliding it into the warm heat of her mouth. Their tongues danced the slow rhythm of a heart breaking.

Beca's fingers found the hem of Chloe's skirt and slid it up her thighs, her hand followed soon after and Chloe wiggled restless, needing so much to feel Beca's hand loving her. Soon enough, Beca's hand entered her underwear and drifted slowly into her awaiting arousal. Every moment had to be savored and both women knew it. Beca stored away in her mind each groan and whimper while Chloe store away the delicate touch of such a hardened woman.

Chloe pushed against Beca's shoulders needing to break away from the act while she still could. Their lips parted with a mutual smack and they both dragged in much needed air. Chloe squeezed her eyes closed tight, trying to fight off the sensations that bid her to pull Beca back.

"We can't Beca. It was just—just a kiss!" she panted. "Beca, just a –oh God!"

She was interrupted by the hungry kiss of the brunette. This kiss, however, was not on her lips but pressed to the center of her burning desire and she knew any remaining resistance had perished. She tried to utter some sort of plea, but it fell broken on its way to intercession.

"Please forgive." She whispered as Beca's lips wrapped around the bud of her sexual desire and took her deeper into the blissful wetness. Beca purred with happiness as she tasted the sweet savor she relished against her tongue as Chloe arched into her, reacting with a loud cry of satisfaction.

Beca pulled away and with a delicate hand, she wiped away the wetness surrounding her mouth.

"Not yet." She panted, the warmth of her breath against Chloe's sex making her bite her lip and grind her teeth.

"We have to make this last."

Chloe nodded and pulled Beca on top of her half-naked body. Beca quickly rid the redhead of her shirt followed by her skirt and underwear. Chloe was heavily aroused and Beca's touch drove her to the brink quicker than she wanted. Beca couldn't help but cry the whole time, her tears raining down on Chloe's face.

She looked down at Chloe and wiped at the tears on her face.

"Beca…we shouldn't…" she swallowed hard looking up into the eyes of the girl she had fallen hopelessly in love with.

"Listen to you heart." Beca trailed her fingers over Chloe's chest. Chloe's face writhed with indecision, and she began to cry fresh tears.

"I can't listen to my heart because it'll ask you to stay." Chloe chewed her lip harder, making it bleed.

"Then tell me no." Beca reached over and laced her fingers with Chloe's, bringing the redhead's hand to her lips to place a delicate kiss.

"I love you so much Chloe. But if you want to stop this…" she paused to steady her voice, "if you want to stop this then it's done. You mean so much more to me than you'll ever know but I would never force you to do something. I don't ever want to hurt you…just tell me no."

Chloe shook her head ferociously back and forth.

"No." she answered, her voice ragged and raw. "No, I can't stop now. I won't."

Beca smiled before dipping head to kiss the crying woman below her. She worked her hand into Chloe's awaiting arousal and soon the rhythms of their bodies united, struggling to remain in sync against the staggered rhythm of hearts breaking. Nevertheless they moved to the raging passion of their love, their last love, though the embers burned stronger than ever. Bodies slid against bodies, fingers met hair as red and fiery as the love coursing their veins. Their lips crashed against each other's wishing their love making would last for a heavenly eternity. Beca felt Chloe bite into her neck during the power of her thrusts and welcomed the crimson waterfall trickling down her neck.

With one cry of Beca's name, Chloe came on Beca's hand. Chloe took very few seconds to come down from her orgasm before she flipped Beca over and reached into the brunette's leather pants, bringing her an intense climax.

"It's finished." She whispered, breaking down once again. Her body went limp atop Beca's and Beca immediately reached up and wrapped her arms around Chloe. Both women cried for several hours on and off, enjoying being in the other's arms before it all came to an end. Chloe's parents eventually returned from work and they were forced to part ways. They parted with a long kiss and an even longer hug just savoring the feeling of being in their lover's arms. Beca reluctantly turned to descend the steps from which she entered when Chloe called out to her, telling her to wait before disappearing into her room. She returned a few seconds later with the picture of them on the Ferris wheel.

"I'll try to hold onto the others but I don't know what my dad will do. Just please keep that picture." She begged, more tears threatening to fall. Beca made her way back up the stairs and kissed Chloe again,

"I will come back for you." She promised and with that she left, the memory of her love encasing her soul.

Beca jolted awake in a drenching sweat. Her eyes widened in the dark room and she looked over at her radio and saw that she managed to sleep for nearly 10 hours. She managed to miss lunch and dinner completely. At the thought, her stomach decided to make itself known.

'Fuck, what am I going to do now?'

She asked herself. She turned on her side table lamp and reached to open her drawer where she knew she had stashed a candy bar. However, when she went to open the door, her eye caught sight of something at the far edge of her side table. She extended her arm and grabbed it, realizing it was a sandwich with a note attached.

Don't make it a habit of skipping out on lunch and dinner. I won't be this generous next time.

Beca looked over to her sleeping roommate in appreciation before taking a huge bite of the sandwich. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. If she was truly evil she would have let Beca starve.

She continued to eat her sandwich and write in her songbook until about two a.m. when her eyes began to get heavy again. She put away her book and threw away the napkin the sandwich was stored in. She changed out of the clothes she had fallen asleep in and returned to her bed prepared to fall back asleep. She reached out for her lamp, but stopped suddenly at the faint sound of whimpering. She shrugged it off and turned off her lamp.

She closed her eyes and got comfortable in this terribly uncomfortable mattress. However, before she could completely fall asleep she heard it again except this time it sounded like a cry and a…a sob? She looked over and could see in the room lit only by the moon that her roommate was crying in her sleep. Beca thought about getting up to wake the blonde but decided against it. They weren't that close anyway. So what if she brought her a sandwich back from the dining hall. That didn't make them friends. Besides, Beca didn't have friends and she wasn't nice to anyway except Chloe. Ok and maybe that girl Cynthia Rose… and Benji—and she probably could see herself being friends with those girls Jane and Paulie. Either way, none of those people were Aubrey Posen. She didn't like Aubrey Posen and she doubted she ever would.

Yes, I did incorporate Jane from Rizzoli and Isles and Paulie from Lost and Delirious. I needed more people for the camp and I didn't really feel like using any OC's, that and I am head over heels in love with Piper Perabo and Angie I got a few responses on letting this be Mitchsen but I'm really not sure yet. So with that I'm writing it so that it could really go either way.