My alarm is blaring somewhere through the haze that is my sleep deprived brain. A hand begins to shake me and I groan. Luisa's chuckle registers in my mind and then her hand is shaking me again.

"Maus, you have practice in a couple hours. You and the red headed one need to get up," Luisa whispers against my ear.

It suddenly clicks in my mind as to why I'm so tired. I open my eyes and look at Luisa before turning my head in the other direction. Chloe's red hair is all I can see of her. She's buried in the thick comforter that covers all three of us. I suppress a laugh and turn back to Luisa.

"Man, she's gonna be pissy with me when I try to wake her up. Chloe's always a monster to wake up when she hasn't gotten enough sleep," I tell my blond girlfriend as I run a hand through my messy curls.

Luisa removes the comforter from herself and sets about finding her robe. She lets out a small cry of victory when she finally finds it partially hidden beneath the bed. She shrugs it on and makes sure she has my extra key card and the key to her own room before sitting next to me again.

"I do not envy you, but it must be done and you are her captain," she tells me with a small smirk. She leans in and kisses me gently. "I have to go get ready too, but I'll hopefully see you at breakfast. I'll make sure to play a good song at your funeral if not," she says jokingly.

I roll my eyes and swat at her playfully. Luisa grins down at me and takes her leave. I let out a long sigh and look over at Chloe, trying to mentally prepare myself to wake her up. Maybe I should just go get someone to help me. Stacie might be helpful. Then again, I may walk in on her and someone else if I go that route and it's not a risk I'm willing to take. Maybe Amy? I shudder at the thought of trying to wake Amy up after last night. She was about as smashed as she could get. And I can't even bear the thought of inadvertently scarring Legacy with this situation. So I guess I'm on my own then. I take a deep breath and lean over my red headed best friend.

I shake what I assume to be her shoulder over the blanket. "Chlo, it's time to get up. We have rehearsal soon," I say softly.

Chloe makes a small noise of disapproval from her hovel of blanket, but makes no other signs of moving. I groan and throw my head back in exasperation. She's such a pain in my ass.

"Chloe, seriously, don't make this harder than it has to be. I just wanna eat breakfast before we have to go dance and sing for like 4 fucking hours. Please cooperate for me, just this one time," I practically growl out, frustration already creeping into my voice."

Chloe groans and begins to move towards the edge of the blanket. Her head pops up a couple seconds later, her cerulean eyes immediately narrowing before settling on me.

"I feel like I could sleep for the rest of my life," Chloe mumbles through her thick hair curtain.

I lean forward and push her hair back so I can fully see her face. Chloe's face softens slightly when I smile at her apologetically.

"I would let you sleep all day if I could, but you know I can't. Our show needs to be perfect and that means practicing. I'll buy you a drink when we inevitably go out tonight to make it up to you," I coerce.

She acts like she's thinking for a few seconds before she finally rolls onto her back and lets out another groan. "Ugh, fine, but it's gonna be whatever drink I want," she replies with a smug smile.

I stick my hand out, wanting to shake on it before she changes her mind. "Deal," I agree.

Chloe smiles brightly and shakes my hand before rolling out of bed. "I'm gonna go get dressed. Don't go to breakfast without me," she pouts slightly.

I roll my eyes and slide out of bed, stretching my muscles as I do so. Chloe's eyes snap back up to mine when I turn to look at her. I arch an eyebrow playfully and she actually blushes. I bust out laughing, not believing that I managed to make the Chloe Beale blush.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Beale. Just let me know when you're ready to go," I murmur as I begin looking for suitable work out clothes.

Chloe nods and slips back into her room through the open joint door. I pull my compression shorts out of my suitcase along with a sports bra and some shorts. I begrudgingly pull on my clothes, grimacing at all the tight fitting fabric. I'm not wearing a fucking shirt today. I grab a jacket from my suitcase, zipping it up a quarter of the way before making my way to the bathroom. Yikes, I have seen some better days. Thank Christ I took my make up off last night. I reapply some light makeup, brush my teeth, and make sure to grab a couple of hair ties.

Chloe smiles as she walks back into my room from hers. She's wearing tights and a crop top. Her eyes rake over me, darkening ever so slightly.

"God damn, Beca," she practically groans.

I smirk and grab my phone and key card. "I do look pretty good, don't I? Now, come on. I wanna eat before practice," I say as I move toward my hotel room door.

"I don't know how you can even think about food. I might be able to hold down some juice," Chloe grumbles as we step into the hallway.

"I told you that you were drunk last night and you swore you weren't. I bet you don't even remember last night," I murmur with a wink.

Chloe scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Oh, I remember last night perfectly. I rocked your fucking world. And I'm pretty sure your dick is going to be ingrained into my memory for the rest of my life," she teases.

"Jesus Christ, Chloe. You can't say shit like that before we go into rehearsals. I will not be able to hold it together for four hours if I'm all worked up. And if Luisa thinks I'm worked up in the slightest, she'll make sure I'm dying by the end," I say exasperatedly.

Chloe grins from beside me and laughs. "Oh, Beca, you're so easy."

I stick my tongue out at her and she rolls her eyes again. But her eyes soften after a few seconds and there's a fondness in her eyes that I've seen a couple times over the years.

"You know, last night was great. Really it was. But after seeing the way you and Luisa interact with one another, I don't think it'll ever go any further. It's just obvious that you guys care so much for one another and I don't think I could forgive myself if I messed that up. I'm so, so happy for you, Beca. And if you guys ever wanna mess around with a third wheel, please call me. But I don't think a relationship, if it could be called that, between the three of us is a good idea," Chloe admits.

I stop walking and turn to look at her. "I appreciate you saying that, Chlo. Luisa has come to mean a lot to me over the last couple months. And know that you mean the world to me. You're the best friend I've always wanted and I would hate to fuck that up by trying to make it something more. I love you to death, Beale."

Chloe wraps her arms tightly around my neck, pulling me into a crushing embrace. I wrap my own arms around her waist, squeezing equally hard. We stand there for a few minutes, slightly teary eyed. Chloe is, shockingly, the first to pull away. She smiles down at me and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

"Let's get to breakfast. I'm sure everyone could use a rallying call," Chloe says with a laugh.

We start walking towards the dining room once more, any existing tension suddenly gone.

"But seriously, Becs. Any time you two want a threesome, give me a call."

I bark out a laugh and punch Chloe's arm. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Beale."