The Walk Home

"I can totally walk on my own, Becs."

Chloe's words were slurred, the taste of vodka swimming in her mouth, a march that was equally unsteady and off balance.

"Chloe, I'm walking you back – no discussion."

The comfortable warmth of Beca's arm wrapped around her waist radiated her body, as she attempted to pout at the shorter woman currently holding her up.

"I think maybe next time you should lay off Fat Amy's punch. That stuff is lethal..."

They had been invited to a party at the empty pool where Beca attended her first hood night for the Bella's and things had taken a drunk turn quite quickly for everyone; other than Beca, who didn't really want to be there in the first place.

Chloe had managed to change her mind without too much persuasion and had excitedly clapped her hands together, a bright smile on her face, proceeding to ask Beca what to wear.

Two hours later, and a whole lot of alcohol infused punch later, Chloe was uncoordinated and falling asleep on Beca's shoulder whilst they sat with their legs draped over the edge of the pool talking with Stacie and Jessica. Nobody was surprised when the DJ offered to take her home, earning a few smug grins, whilst Fat Amy hollered sexual innuendos as they left.

Once they were inside the Bella house, Chloe clumsily dropped the heels from her hands by the front door and collapsed on the bottom step of the stairwell with a gurgled laugh.

"Beca, my feet hurt and I'm hungry" she whined, holding her chin up on her hands.

"Well, maybe if you hadn't worn those ridiculous shoes..." she deadpanned, holding her hands out to pull the redhead to her feet.

The sudden movement and Chloe's poor balance caused her to crash straight into the shorter woman, making Beca stagger back into the front door, Chloe leaning against her. Hands had found their way to rest on a pair of shoulders and a waist, a moment of silence, as Beca searched Chloe's eyes.

The almost compromising position was changed, as soon as the older woman let out an amused "oops" and sauntered off up the stairwell, clinging to the hand rail in a rather comical manner.

Chloe isn't sure why she started unzipping her dress when she was on the landing, maybe she was hot or just too drunk to wait to undress in her bedroom, but she found herself stepping out of her clothing and walking the remainder of the journey in her underwear.

She could hear Beca's hurried footsteps on the steps behind her, shouting something about being careful, before the redhead carelessly pulled at the door handle to her room, unable to open it. She turned slightly to see a flustered Beca frantically picking up her dress and attempting to cover her with it.

"Dude, why are you almost naked right now?"

Chloe giggled, before pressing her back against the door, "C'mon, Becs, it's not like it's nothing you haven't seen before" she mumbled, flashing a knowing smile. Suddenly her eyes were feeling heavy and all she wanted to do was lie down. She felt her body tip ever so slightly to the side and begin to slide down the door.

"Woah, Chloe, come on, sit up. It's time to get you in bed I think"

The DJ's firm hand on her shoulder suddenly moved and Chloe shivered at the lack of contact. The hand was then under her arm and the other gently rested on a hip, before Beca hoisted her up and pushed the door open with her foot.

Chloe's mind finally processed what had just been said, as she let out a groggy and delayed reply, her eyes still shut.

"At least take me out on a date first."

She felt the laugh vibrating through Beca's body, revelling in the feeling of closeness to the other woman, Chloe let her head flop onto her shoulder, until she was not so gently pushed onto her mattress.

"So you like it rough?" she joked, the words getting trapped in her duvet. As she turned around with a lazy smile on her face; the feeling of the comfy bed on her skin making her even more sleepy; Beca was leaning over her, pulling at the sheets from underneath Chloe's body.

"Chlo, can you please just help me out a tiny bit?" she complained, tugging even harder at the bedspread. Although Chloe could tell by the way Beca's eyes were narrowing and the heavy sigh that ghosted over her neck she was growing more annoyed, but the faint outline of a smile was on her lips, and it was then the redhead couldn't help but wrap her arms around her neck and bring her face closer to hers.

"Stay" she whispered, pulling Beca on top of her and holding her in a tight hug. Beca giggled, actually giggled, into Chloe's shoulder trying to free the arms trapped by her sides.

"Dude?"

Chloe ignored her protests, placing a wet kiss to the shorter woman's temple and letting out a content sigh.

"Dude, I can't breathe. I need to breathe!" she yelled, until Chloe finally loosened her grip and allowed Beca to roll onto the opposite side of the bed.

She swiftly pulled the duvet from underneath her body, bringing her knees up to her chin and wrapping herself in the softness of her sheets, boldly throwing them over Beca too.

"Sleep in here tonight?" she asked sleepily, curling into the other woman's side, lifting her knee up to rest on Beca's waist.

She felt the brunette let out a deep sigh, before readjusting the bedspread.

"OK, but you have to promise me not to vomit?" she questioned, her voice stern.

"Promise..."

Beca smiled before kissing the top of Chloe's head; which was a weird thing to do, but in that moment she just couldn't resist the urge to do it. She tried her best to ignore the hum of approval and the grip that tightened around her, pulling her even closer to the almost sleeping woman next to her.

"I love you, Becs"

"Yeah, you too, night..."

A few minutes of silence overtook them, before Chloe was sitting up, resting her head on her hand, facing the hyperaware DJ beside her.

"Do you need a glass of-"

Before she could finish her sentence, soft lips were on hers and a hand was cupping her check, the pad of Chloe's thumb rubbing soft circles on her jaw. Beca couldn't help but kiss her back, because she had wanted this for so long, but she never thought Chloe felt the same.

Eventually they both parted, although Chloe kept her forehand pressed against hers, staring into her eyes, and Beca could swear they were the widest and clearest they had been all night - the signs of drunk Chloe from a couple of minutes ago lost without a trace.

Beca tried to say something, but the ability to form words had long disappeared and she just stayed painfully still, completely unsure of what to do.

Then Chloe was placing one last kiss to her lips, before nestling her head back into the crook of Beca's neck.

"Night."

XXX

A/N 1 – So, I'm going off grid for a while within the next two weeks and I thought why not set myself a challenge; How many one shots can I write before I leave the country for a little while?

I've got a couple more ideas bouncing around in my head, so I'll probably be updating often, but as I lack imaginative ideas I thought I'd also take some prompts? So if you have an idea, leave a review or PM me and I'll see what I can do. – If nobody does, let's just pretend I never said that, yeah? ...

A/N 2 – After my last story being a bit angsty I decided to (hopefully) cheer things up a little bit. I'm sure this will now be the place all my one-shots live, so consider this my parting gift for the next couple of months.