Prompt: "Beca's got a crush on Aubrey's sister (Chloe) and she's not having it."

A Ten

Aubrey Posen was the exact opposite of Beca; she was organised, uptight, a control freak and hopelessly in love with Jesse.

Something Beca had tried to convince herself of during college.

Eventually, she was finally honest with him and herself and they had remained best friends ever since; so it was no surprise Beca was his best 'woman' at their wedding.

"Beca, are you even listening to me?" Aubrey yelled impatiently, snapping her fingers together in front of her face.

She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, "Yes, no heavy metal in the wedding playlist – I've got it."

Aubrey raised an eyebrow as if she was contemplating whether the other woman's response would suffice, before she smiled a tight lipped smile and nodded with a quick "good."

Although the two didn't always see eye to eye, over the past two years of the blonde and Jesse's relationship, they had grown to tolerate each other. In fact, sometimes Beca found herself admiring the older woman for her ambition and focus, but the DJ didn't spend too much thinking about that.

"So, are you ready for the dress rehearsal?" Beca asked in an attempt to move on the now silent conversation.

"Ready? We're going to pick up my rehearsal dress right now, Beca. The dinner is in two freaking hours."

Beca was consciously putting more pressure on the gas as her eyes flickered to the time on the car stereo. Perhaps that question wasn't the best of conversation starters.

"Yeah, but I mean, besides the dress, you're good to go, right?" Beca asked quietly. She caught a glimpse of the panicked and concerned look on the woman's face in the passenger seat and slammed her hand down on the steering wheel.

"Of course you're ready! You're Aubrey fucking Posen, dude. Jesse is currently running all of your errands like a good almost husband and we're almost at the dress shop. The real question is, is this rehearsal dinner ready for you?!"

Beca's tone was uncharacteristically upbeat and positive as she tried her very best to straighten the creases in her friend's face. Aubrey was stressed to say the least and the most Beca could do right now is at least attempt to put her at ease. Even if that meant talking like a deranged person and punching her steering wheel.

"Yeah, you're right" she mumbled, a forced smile on her lips.

"Hey, Bree?" Beca was readjusting the volume on the radio as the blonde woman turned from the window.

"You know I don't say this often but you're literally like a drill Sargent that whips everyone into shape…" she continued whilst stopping at a red light, "…we might be a little last minute at the moment, but you'll be on schedule before you know it."

"Nope, you never call me that ever" Aubrey laughed with the shake of her head and resumed her attention back to the window.

Beca smiled; she knew that would cheer her up.

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The dress was collected and Jesse had managed not to screw up anything on the extensive list Aubrey had thrust in his face with a finger wag and a threat of calling of their big day if he failed to get everything done.

Beca and Jesse had shared a look that said "She's joking, right?" before rushing off in opposite directions.

Now, currently sat in the decorated function room, Beca was looking out from the main table to all of the other white cloth clad tables spaced around the large room. Half of them were empty, due to it only being a rehearsal but it still made her throat dry. The nervousness of having to stand up and read out her still half written speech from this very spot next week catching up with her.

There was a reason Beca relied on music to articulate her feelings and writing a speech about her five-year friendship with Jesse using nothing but words was daunting to see the least; add the certainty of an audience and Beca was pretty sure she most definitely wasn't up to this.

She shook that thought away, storing it in the back of her mind for her to worry about next week. There was no way Beca could refuse to give a required speech about the groom. She'd deal with the nerves once she finished what seemed like the millionth draft currently shoved in her back pocket of her jeans.

It was safe to say Aubrey was more than pissed when Beca showed up in casual clothing; a plain white tee and a pair of ripped skinny jeans was most definitely not what she reluctantly agreed to wear for the wedding, but she had already decided wearing the pastel pink dress the blonde had picked out for her was enough to wear just the once.

Suddenly, the sound of people applauding and the mention of her name brought Beca back to the present.

Shit, this is my cue.

"OK, so I'm not giving anything away from my prepared speech" she drawled out nervously, trying to ignore Jesse's humorous outburst of "Because she hasn't written one" and ploughed on.

"But seen as everyone said something…" she said through gritted teeth, genuinely annoyed these people had made her ramblings practically mandatory, "…I've known Jesse for a while and I know that marrying Aubrey is going to give him that bullshit movie happy ending he's always wanted."

When that comment got a slight laugh, she sat down abruptly and took a long sip of her drink as she motioned someone else to stand up.

The laughs died off, unsure if she was being serious or not; she totally was.

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"So that was interesting speech" came a voice from behind her.

Beca stood up straight, pushing her weight off the balcony and turning around.

"Yeah, my jokes are just as bad in the actual speech, so prepare yourself for that one" she sighed out with a quick shrug of her shoulders as she turned to face the owner of the voice.

Chloe.

The redhead was wearing a white dress and it definitely hugged her body in all the right places. Beca let her eyes rake over said outfit (body – what, she's only human?!) and nervously cleared her throat as they wandered for a little too long.

"My sister is off limits."

Aubrey had warned her the night before just as she was due to pick Chloe up from the airport.

"If she's anything like you, I'm sure I'll resist" Beca smirked, enjoying the way Aubrey glared at her.

"I'm serious, Beca. You are moody and distant and mean but secretly sensitive and caring and that's exactly Chloe's type. She'll coax all of your good qualities out of you and you won't even be able to pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with her."

Beca scoffed, audibly.

Aubrey not so lightly swatted her arm, knocking her off balance and causing her to push the incorrect button on the Xbox controller in her hand, giving Jesse the perfect opportunity to shoot her down. The blood and gore instantly slipped down Beca's half of the split screen and she let out a groan as Jesse laughed.

"Thanks, babe" Jesse grinned at the blonde currently smiling sweetly before she made her way to the door.

"I mean it, Beca, don't fuck my sister."

And with that the door was slammed, leaving Jesse and Beca to stare at each other with quirked eyebrows, before simultaneously restarting the game and returning their attention back to the television screen.

"So, you have to know..." Jesse started, vigorously stabbing down at the buttons and frantically moving it to the left with his tongue sticking out in concentration, "…Chloe is a definite ten and she's totally your type."

Beca sat forward and perched on the edge of the couch before finally claiming victory of the video game.

"Why are you guys acting so weird about it?" Beca asked, putting the remote control on the coffee table and taking a swift sip of the opened red bull.

"Because we know how you are with women, Becs."

Beca scoffed once again, "C'mon, it's not like I'm some sort of babe magnet" she retorted with a comical wave of her hands.

That statement was true, Beca wasn't lacking when it came to talking to women but she wouldn't consider herself a "player" or anything.

When Chloe walked through Aubrey and Jesse's apartment door dressed down in sweat pants, a hoodie and a suitcase an hour later, Beca's draw literally dropped. The blueness of the redhead's eyes was burning a bright fire in Beca's chest as she couldn't help but mirror the warm smile on her face.

Chloe was a definitely a ten; no doubt about it.

"So, are you escaping from the party too?" Beca asked gesturing to the sliding doors silencing the rowdy crowd and loud music currently underway inside.

"Maybe" Chloe smiled, "But mainly because I know you're getting high out here and I was wondering if you had some to share?" she added, the once soft smile quickly turning into a smirk.

"Busted."

Beca laughed, turning back to lean on the glass balcony and holding the smoke above her shoulder. Chloe took it, mirroring Beca's stance and inhaled deeply as the brunette watched, her mouth slightly agape at the pure sexiness of it.

"So, you're staying at Aubrey and Jesse's until the wedding? Beca asked as Chloe passed it back in between her fingers with a lazily smile.

"Yeah, I offered to book into a hotel but you know what Bree's like."

Beca let out a chuckle and took another hit.

"Yeah, I do" she said as she inhaled, "She certainly wouldn't be getting high with me on a balcony anyway."

Chloe nodded, "Yeah, we're kind of opposites, aren't we?"

"You can say that again" Beca replied, softly bumping Chloe's shoulder with her own. "I know it's only early days, but I feel like I already like you more" she joked.

The redhead took another drag, blowing out the smoke unexpectedly as she laughed at Beca's words.

"You mean because I'm a ten?" Chloe asked with a mischievous grin.

Suddenly Beca was standing up right and stiffening at the familiar words, "How'd you-"

"You and Jesse should really think about how loudly you talk when playing video games. My bed is literally on the same wall as the couch in the living room, you know?"

Beca cupped her cheeks with her hands before her lips broke into a guilty smile, "Well you kind of are, so" she dragged out the last word as she quickly tugged the joint out of Chloe's grip playfully and brought it to her mouth.

Chloe was turning to face Beca, her face getting dangerously closer to her own before she began to speak. The brunette could feel her hot breath as it tickled her lips, "Aubrey told you I was off limits, didn't she?"

The DJ slowly nodded as she dropped her hands down over the balcony, letting her eyes trail to Chloe's lips and completely getting lost in the moment that was occurring.

"Is that why I'm a ten?" Chloe was pulling at the collar of Beca's top and moving impossibly closer when Beca shook her head with a dazed look on her face.

"Good, because I think we could have some fun whilst I'm here."

Before Beca could close the distance, there was a sudden burning sensation on her fingers causing her to jump back and let go of the joint that was once in her hands and completely interrupting their moment.

There was a slide of the door and a voice that clearly belonged to Aubrey, "Hey, Chlo, Mom wants you to meet someone!" she yelled, before walking over and ushering her sister inside all the while giving Beca a pointed glare.

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