A/N: For the guest reviewer who wanted a part two, here you go...

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Chemistry Part 2

"Alright, so everybody have a nice summer break."

The students began filling out of the classroom, ignoring Beca's good-bye and rushing out onto the corridor, pushing their way through the crowds.

"Yeah, you too, Miss Mitchell" she sighed under her breath sarcastically, shuffling the papers on her desk.

"Yeah, you too, Miss Mitchell."

Beca looked in the direction of the foreign voice, to see Chloe leaning lazily on the doorframe, with her arms crossed over her chest, a smile planted firmly on her lips. The music teacher walked into the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

"You know, the music department is a long walk from the science labs."

Even since Beca had nervously stumbled down the corridor to Chloe's classroom, they had been spending more time together. Beca was able to form sentences and think coherent thoughts around her after the first few times they ate lunch together.

Their first conversation in the music room was strained to say the least. Beca either hummed or nodded all the while nervously bobbing her leg up and down under the table. Chloe just seemed to maintain the conversation, whilst wearing a reassuring smile she was sure was only used when attempting to aid a kid's confidence to answer a question in her class.

The lunch dates were becoming more common and Chloe had now started swinging by her classroom just after school hours to walk with Beca to the parking lot. She couldn't help but think how soon thinks had escalated in a matter of weeks; they texted frequently (Beca does not text) and Chloe would randomly surprise her at her classroom with coffee or donuts – all of it was strange and unusual, but after a while Beca got use to it and now she's almost sure she's relying on it throughout her working day.

She's can't quite pinpoint the moment she decided to ask Chloe out, but now it's becoming more of a need and less of a desire. There have been many failed attempts this past week – the pressure of the summer holidays have put Beca on a constant cusp of asking, but before she can finish her sentence, the words seem to fail her, again.

She knows her window is closing and the thought of not seeing Chloe during the summer is actually unnerving; the two day weekend is a struggle, never mind two months.

The music teacher perched on the end of table across from her, waiting patiently for Beca to gather her things, "Yeah, well, I needed to stretch my legs and Chemistry is where the fun's at" she chirped with an exaggerated wink.

Its things like that that make Beca really want to ask, but at the same time it renders her speechless. She really needs to get it together.

"Come on, I want to leave this building for summer as much as the kids"

Once they were in the parking lot, Chloe hopped onto the bonnet of Beca's car, wearing a grin and eyes focused on her.

"What?"

"Nothing..."

Before she could reply, Chloe was continuing to speak.

"Do you not think it's weird we've seen each other almost every day for the past four weeks, and now we just won't during summer?"

This is your chance. Just ask her – You'll never know if you don't ask.

"Well, I guess maybe at first?"

Shit.

"Wow, Beca, you could at least try and make out like you're going to miss me..."

Chloe stood up, clutching her chest dramatically, whilst clicking the fob to her car.

"Well, we could always, like, go out sometime?"

Choosing to ask that question the moment Chloe leaned into the backseat of her car was probably a bad idea, especially considering Beca basically whispered it whilst she rustled some music sheets in her bag.

"...On a date?" Beca spoke louder, slowly leaning forward, her hand stilling in the air, unable to bring it the rest of the way down to meet Chloe's shoulder.

"I think we should go out on a date!" she shouted the moment Chloe decided to turn around to face her.

Shit.

Beca slumped onto the door of her car, her face scrunched up, and the heat burning her cheeks. The lack of a response was answer enough, but she was unsure how to salvage the situation. Excuses such as "I'm only joking" or "Well, that got your attention" would have been so much better than the one she chose. Beca was well aware they were alone in the car park; all the teachers were probably still in the building and the students were long gone by now, but for some reason looking in the direction of the school entrance and mumbling something about Miss Elliot not hearing her seemed like the best idea at the time.

Chloe's facial expression swiftly changed from confused to, hurt? She's not sure, but it definitely wasn't a look Beca was use to. Her stomach seemed to drop to her feet at the sight before her, as the other woman started to close the car door she was leaning on and a smile was back on her face.

"As if you have a crush on Miss Elliot and didn't tell me?!" Chloe playfully slapped her arm and upon closer inspection, Beca had a feeling the smile wasn't completely genuine.

"I, erm, well, I-"

Beca had not only missed her moment, but she had managed to completely mess it up. There was an easy fix to this disastrous fuck-up, but she couldn't string a sentence together, because that would just be too fucking easy, right?

"It's OK, Becs, I won't tell her. I like Kate, she's sweet, but asking her out from the other side of the parking lot isn't exactly romantic..." she mocked, pulling at the handle to her car.

"No, probably not..." she deadpanned, looking at her feet. A quick chanced glance at Chloe and Beca could still see the smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Well, I'm going get going. Schools out for the summer and all that..."

"Yeah, sure, see you after summer ..."

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The drive home consisted of yelling, hands slamming down on the steering wheel and a lot of not so much internal berating. To say Beca was angry at herself was the understatement of the summer, and it hadn't even begun yet. Asking Chloe out was never going to be easy, Beca was more than prepared for that, but she didn't practise in her car's rear view mirror every morning for a week in order for it to end like that.

No, damn, way.

She stormed through her front door, angrily kicking off her shoes and flinging her car keys onto the kitchen counter. Reaching for the bottle of beer in the refrigerator door, she popped the cap, took a long swig and slammed it down next to the sink.

Nope, this is not happening. Just nope.

And with that thought, Beca pulled out her phone from the bag by her feet and scrolled through her contacts. Once finding Chloe's name, she tapped on the call button and placed the device to her ear.

"Dude, you've got this" she whispered encouragingly, to no one in particular – because the moment she heared Chloe's voice through the receiver, the feeling of 'having it' suddenly passed.

"Beca?"

"Hey."

She really tried to sound confident, but her word wavered, she instantly took another sip of beer, before pacing her kitchen.

"Look, do you want to go out sometime? I don't know why those words have been so difficult to say to you recently - because they have literally been swimming around my head for weeks – but I want to take you out, like, wherever you want to go, we'll go."

Without even really registering what she was saying, Beca absent-mindedly downed the beer and threw the bottle into the trash can with a loud smash.

"Chloe, do you want to go on a date with me?"

There was no answer. She could hear breathing on the other end, so Beca knew she was still on the line. The silence seemed to last for minutes, until there was a noise; it sounded like a combination of a deep breath and a hum, and Beca wasn't even regretting asking – the alcohol working its way through her bloodstream.

"We can see a movie, grab dinner, you know, whatever shit people do on dates – and I promise I'll have you home by a reasonable time. I'll pay. I'll even pick you up..."

Shit.

The rambling was slowly getting out of control and a reply of the events in the parking lot was only a sentence away, until...

"Yes, Beca, I want to go out with you" Chloe laughed.

"On a date."

Beca was glad of the clarification and a lot more thankful for it than Chloe would ever know.

"You know for a chemistry teacher, you're not very good at spotting it."

The brunette laughed and just like that, Beca was going on a date with the hottest music teacher in school.

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