CHAPTER 12 – Dance, Music, and Shots
Chloe was finding herself getting tortured all the while having the time of her life. All it takes is a dance floor, dancing (lots of it), music beats that have taken over the pumping of her heart, and well, a certain brunette DJ who is responsible for the music. It doesn't actually take a genius to figure these things out. She can't help but take a peak or a sly glance towards the DJ booth where Beca was spinning in all her hot, glorious self. Up until now, Chloe can't decipher how the brunette manages to look so beautiful, no matter what the circumstances. Not that she's complaining, because who is she fooling? Beca is drop-dead gorgeous in any way.
When the brunette left their table moments ago to prepare for her set, Chloe fought the urge to stand up and give the brunette a good luck kiss. A thing she has done without fail every time, before Beca prepares for her set. Instead, she was stuck with Kyle to dance with as Beca's music was playing through the speakers of the club. It wasn't helping either that the booming of the bass, the beats that were syncing with her own heartbeat, and the lyrics – especially the lyrics – were all merging together beautifully, carefully crafted by hands, with a flick of a wrist on a dial, or a scratch on the turn-table. The music spoke to her like a very personal message.
Let me take care, of you my dear
You are my fantasy
She looks at Beca, her lips apart as the sound waves traveled through her and created a bolt of shiver burning down to her core. Beca was jumping along to the beat, raising a hand, feeling every moment, taking it all in.
Even when you're really not sure,
exactly where you wanna be
She feels like all she could see was Beca, despite the strobe of lights that were hitting her eyes and were kind of blinding her. When the brunette's small frame creating a distinct silhouette of her form when lights dimmed, and the big screen giving the only light that illuminates her from behind, Chloe felt herself astounded as she studies the brunette's actions. She studied how Beca has her head stick to her right shoulder to keep the headphones in place as she makes little tweaks on the turn-table and the equalizer board with both hands. She studied the way Beca was moving her hips side to side according to the beat, and was making Chloe feel something entirely inappropriate right now. She kind of forgot how her hormones get out of control whenever she watches Beca spin.
I'll won't let you go ohh
'Cause I believe in you
When the buildup of the song came and everyone was jumping together with her, shouting their cheers with her, Chloe thought she can't breathe. And then beat drops as the explosion of the chorus part created the kind of beat that makes her let loose and just break free. Chloe watches Beca dance in one fluid motion, bopping her head in rhythm, as one hand was clutching the other side of the headphones she was using to hear the music clearly, while the other side wasn't placed on her other ear. And then, as if the brunette knew exactly just were to look or as if she felt that something was burning the side of her head, their eyes locked on each other. Chloe couldn't take her eyes off of the gaze, neither can Beca. Among the dancing bodies, the lights blinking and turning, the two of them can feel the connection. And Beca just gave her the smirk that she knew – that she knows – was only meant for her and hers alone. It's like a dart hitting the bull's eye when every bit of her nerves shoot a shock wave throughout her whole body and made butterflies in her stomach cause an uproar.
If Chloe knew better, Beca did that on purpose…if that smirk was a giveaway.
After Beca's first music, Chloe went back to their table to be able to breathe. Kyle asked her where she was going, but she gave him the impression that she got a bit dizzy with the number of people dancing around her and was getting a bit suffocated. He only nodded and gave her an offer for him to go with her but she dismissed him by telling him to 'dance until he disappears' – whatever that means, Chloe's not sure too – but it worked.
She found herself slumped down on the plushy booth couch, and sighed. That words before the build-up part struck her and she can't help but think that that is what Beca was telling her. And it was eating her alive. She closed her eyes to try and get the feeling out and just focus on being able to get through this night without breaking down. She walked towards the bar and ordered a slightly stronger cocktail drink, just for her over driven mind to let loose and told herself to just enjoy the night. She went back to their booth and relaxed as she sips her drink carefully.
We've been doing squats, party on the block
Take off every top, time to pump it up
She hears another wave of whoops and cheers from the crowd as Beca's other mix started.
Drink until we drop-drop, then take another shot-shot
we don't give a fuck, now take it from the top
This time it's a different flavor of beats and techno bass, but the same level of spontaneity didn't leave. Chloe smiled proudly to herself as she hears the music pumping loudly through the whole club. Beca never fails to amaze each and every person with her talent in making music that make people's lives more upbeat and a bit more tolerable to just push through.
Thanks to the place of their booth, she got to see a perfect view of the dance floor as well as the DJ's booth from an upper level. She looked at the crowd dancing and jumping to the beat, having the time of their lives. This, all of this, was because of Beca. And she's proud of her, and she's proud to say that she got to call Beca hers…well, once was hers.
Chloe shook her head to get rid of those thoughts. Those thoughts will just trigger something, and things like that shouldn't be in her thoughts as she was in the same place as Beca, breathing the same air as her. It was her drink's fault, she thought. She doesn't know what the bartender has put in it, but it sure is strong. It was clouding her mind, and she should be doing a mind-over-matter drill, because there's a slight possibility that she'll be doing something she shouldn't be doing. Although, it was kind of too late now.
Before her sober sub-conscious self could catch up to her slight tipsy mind, she found herself walking through double steel doors at the back that leads to the office department. Her feet were moving a bit rapidly, her vision tilting and her vision blurry, but there's this clear and crazy thought in her head that urges her to continue forward.
As soon as she saw the familiar door – the one she usually enters whenever she wanted to surprise a certain brunette; the one where she used to trap a certain brunette as she kissed her jaw just because she missed her badly – she hurried her pace, taking a slight glance behind her just to see if someone's following her, and when she reaches the dark oak wood door she traces it with her hand. She felt the familiar feeling of the smooth hard concrete under her finger tips, as her hand travels towards the steel handle. She took hold of it, the coldness of the steel sort of excites her, and then she turns it but it jammed. "Shit." She muttered under her breath.
She tried to turn the doorknob lever once again, but it won't budge. It is lock, of course, Chloe thought. Only idiots left their office unlocked. She blew out an air as she lets go of the knob. She turned around and leaned her back on it, then sliding her back slowly until she was sitting down on the cold tiled floor.
Maybe she is drunk, because as she stares into the hallway that leads to the club, where she can still hear the slightly muffled beats and thump of the bass through the speakers, she's outside Beca's office sitting like a lost puppy or something. She doesn't even know why she walked in here, and even if the door was actually unlocked, she's pretty sure she would have any idea on what to do inside. The ideas playing in her drunken head – either she'll be sitting on Beca's soft black leather chair or the idea of swiping the things placed on the table and lay there naked, waiting for Beca to be surprised when she sees her there – no matter what it is, she knows it'll lead her to trouble. If someone sees her, there's a huge possibility that she will be sued for trespassing.
She was just sitting there, looking at her shoes when the doors that lead to the club opens and a person came in. She looks up with panic-stricken eyes, to find a brunette woman walking towards her. Chloe narrows her eyes to get a clearer vision of who the person is, but she failed.
"Chloe?" the lady said. The voice was familiar, but it's not Beca's.
"Mmff." Chloe said, her mind still drunk.
"Chloe, what the heck are you doing here sitting on the floor?" The woman said as she reaches for Chloe's hands and helps the blonde to stand up. Chloe staggers a bit but got her balance eventually and then she rubs her eyes. When she blinks the blurriness of her vision away, she focused on the woman who came. Her eyes widen when she sees Kristen smiling worriedly at her.
"Kris!" she said clumsily, before raising her arms over the brunette's shoulders and giving her a tight hug. "I missed you!" she said as she pulls back, and earned a soft laugh from Kristen.
"I missed you too, Chloe. Wow, Beca was right. You really look good in blonde." She comments, and Chloe hears Beca's name once again and it tensed her up a bit.
"She – she said that?" Chloe asks, and Kristen t nodded nonchalantly as if it's a usual thing. Chloe tries to contemplate on the information. Her tipsy mind was gushing like a teenage schoolgirl who got a compliment from her crush, but her kill-joy sober sub-conscious was scolding her, telling her that she doesn't deserve the compliment. She left Beca, and she knew that she broke her heart. It broke her heart too that she caused it. Her eyes started to tear up when the thought of Beca still loving her despite her horrible decisions in life.
"C-chloe?" Kristen's voice got her out of her reminisce and she snaps her gaze towards the brunette. "What's wrong?"
"I…"Chloe cuts herself before she can spill something due to her hazy mind, and shook her head as she wiped the tears pooling in her eyes. "…it's nothing."
"What are you doing here, Chloe?" Kristen asked.
"I'm sorry. I'm a bit tipsy right now, and my feet led me here before I can think straight. I'm sorry, I'll just go." She said with a nervous chuckle as she tried to pass through Beca's secretary. But before she could go further, she felt a hand holding onto her wrist.
"Wait."Chloe turns around to see the brunette giving her a small smile. "I'll come with you, we have a lot of catching up to do."
They went back inside the club and walked straightly towards the booth Beca had reserved for them in the VIP section. Beca was still spinning, but when the two women arrived there, Aubrey and the rest were there.
"Chlo!" Aubrey calls out. "Oh, hey Kristen!" she added when she noticed Kristen standing beside the blonde. "Where've you been?" she asked Chloe.
"I-I just went out for a bit of fresh air." Chloe lied, and she knew that Kristen was looking at her, but never said anything. She's quite not sure why she lied, but she thinks that the knowledge of Kristen finding her outside of Beca's office wouldn't be too appreciated by her friends, especially when Kyle was there with them. She introduced Kyle to Kristen and soon had a chat with the rest of the group – her thoughts buried and left inside the dusty old attic of her brain.
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Beca walks down from the DJ booth after her closing remark before giving the spotlight to one of her friends, Julian Jordan. A big smile was planted on her face, knowing that her set was a huge success. She felt the energy from the crowd dancing on the dance floor, and mostly from the intense gaze she felt from bright blue eyes. All across the bodies bumping each other, the beeline that Chloe's stare marked her like a hot iron, and planted on every inch of her body. It would either mean, Beca hopes, that she got the message or, based from past experiences, her set left Chloe hot and bothered. And Beca wouldn't be complaining if the reason would be both, because that would be perfect, actually.
She made her way through the crowd as she headed for the VIP section.
12:30 in the morning and people are still coming and going and the party's still great. She's a bit drained from her excellent DJ-ing skills, but still has the energy to hit the dance floor although that would be for later. She grinned at the fact that there's still people dancing, and that's not like anything new but still manages to amazes her how some people never get tired of dancing – or maybe it's just her.
When she arrives at the booth, she found that Kristen has joined the party, and then she was greeted with cheers and whoops from her friends saying how awesome her set was. She even got a hug from Kyle, which was a bit weird, but accepted it nonetheless. Her eyes were on Chloe though, who was smiling but was kind of finding other things to look at. She wanted to look at those bright baby blue orbs though, to see and feel once again the intimate gaze that Chloe gave her during her set.
Beca sat down among them, making the whole group scooting over, moving their hips to adjust for a space for her. They talked about a lot of things and somehow, Beca felt like nothing changed. It brought her back to the moments when she would just hang out with the group of people she cared about. Well, except for Kyle though. She doesn't really care about him but she's not a bad person, she just doesn't care anything about him other than being Chloe's "boyfriend".
It was nearing 2 am when Aubrey decided that it's time to go home since they probably wouldn't be able to make it up until 7. The others agreed but Beca insisted one last dance since she still hasn't hit the dance floor yet. Aubrey, Stacie, Kristen and Chloe agreed but the boys settled for just having a light drink and just talk. So they were left at the booth as the 5 ladies went down to the dancing crowd.
They merged into the sweaty bodies that were moving along the beats of the music, as the bass starts to make the pumping of their hearts follow. Stacie went with Aubrey, Kristen just sort of disappeared into the crowd although she was dancing among them, and Chloe found herself next to Beca.
What about all the things we did,
And all the memories?
Beca has her eyes closed. She knows Chloe, somehow, has stumbled to her and automatically they become dance partners. Although that shouldn't really be a bother to them because they have been each other's dance partners, both in this kind of dancing and that kind of dancing. Beca feels Chloe's tensed muscles by the way her body moves: stiff and a bit awkward. And Beca knows that that is not how Chloe dances.
What about the love we share so strong,
Where do we begin?
When Chloe dances, she's like a flame that waves into air in a graceful motion, and you just get attracted to the way her hips move, emphasizing the curves of her body. So Beca, while thanking the liquid courage she drank earlier, made a bold move as she leaned towards the blonde's ear and whispered, "Let loose, Chlo."
Chloe heard that. Clear as a crystal, sharp as a blade. The husky voice, as warm breath blows on her ear, enough to make her melt like a puddle of goo on the floor right then, at the same time hits a nerve that was directly connected to her confidence. When Beca pulled back with a smirk on her face, Chloe started to dance.
She sway her hips according to the beat, her head turning that blonde tresses toss in an elegant motion, syncing with the way Beca moves her own body. With other people bouncing around them, made them closer by an inch with one another. Their shallow breaths mingling together, playful hazy eyes locking with one another, and the smirk on each other's lips seemed to open an opportunity for a subtle competition to happen.
With that, Chloe turned around, her back against Beca's front, and rolled her hips that – she was pretty sure – elicited a moan from the brunette, who was currently has her hands on her waist, firm and gentle. A devious smile made its way towards Chloe's lips as she continued to grind against Beca.
Beca smirked at herself with how Chloe started to dance the way she really dances, and was now making bold acts right there in front of her – although Beca wasn't backing down. She wouldn't just give up without a fight, and so she decided to take things on the next level. Her hands, which are both on Chloe's hips, started to go up and down the blonde's sides in a teasing matter. She hears the blonde's breathing hitches at the action, and it just fueled her confidence more. She pulled Chloe flushed closer to her body, feeling the heat. Then she moved her left hand across Chloe's stomach, dragging her fingertips on it. Her hips swayed the same direction where Chloe's hips go, creating a sensational friction between their bodies.
I'm blinded by the light, tonight
Chloe tilts her head back, against the brunette's shoulder, as Beca nuzzled the exposed skin of Chloe's neck with her nose and she could see the goose bumps that rose from the smooth skin.
"You haven't changed a bit, Beale." She said huskily. And she heard a sexy, low laugh as Chloe turns her head to look at Beca.
"Neither did you, Mitchell."
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A/N: Seriously, these two.
Anyway, next chapter will have more Bechloe scenes! So yey! And then time jump to Jesse and Aubrey's wedding, so watch out for that.
Thanks again for the reviews, faves and follows for this story you guys!
So just in case some of you are pretty confused with how Beca and Chloe's relationship status is right now: Beca still loves Chloe, and obviously Chloe still has the shots for Beca – but she doesn't want to get back because – it's soon to be found out – so she tries to restrain herself around the brunette. Beca still sees the silver lining of getting back with Chloe. Chloe conceals and hides her still strong affection for Beca.
If you guys are still confused or lost about the idea why Chloe can just go back with Beca – well, I guess you just have to wait for the big reveal of all the answers, to make everything clear. Don't worry, it'll hit you like a gazillion worth of heavy-loaded trucks, all filled with the feels.
Anyway, thanks again for reading. Let me know what you guys think about this chapter, and what you would like to see on the next chapter. I would entitle that "Bechloe Day" because…you'll see why.
Warning: Drama is waiting just around the river bend – I mean, just around the corner.
Disclaimer: Pitch Perfect and its characters aren't mine.
Btw, you guys have to check these awesome songs that I used in this chapter. They're like aca-mazeballs! If you want some more party songs, PM me or ask me in tumblr!
"Believe" by Thomas Gold ft. Bright Lights
"Shots & Squats" by Vigiland ft. Tham Sway
"Blinded by The Light" by Julian Jordan