Prompt: "The Bellas win worlds and celebrate in Vegas."

Regrets in Vegas

"Beca, let's get married!"

If Beca had heard those words leave anyone's lips, she's sure she would have a response no other than a scoff and a flat out "no", but somehow, right now, they stirred an unusual sense of excitement inside of her.

"Us, get married?" she asked, hammering a finger into her own chest with a dopey grin, "As in you and me?"

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When Beca had awoken drooling on Fat Amy's shoulder, she knew last night had probably gotten out of hand. There was a feeling of something she couldn't identify settling in the pit of her stomach as she pulled herself up off the hotel room couch and made her way over to the bag she hadn't had a chance to unpack the night before.

When the Bellas won Worlds, Beca was dead against celebrating their triumph in Las Vegas. It had bad idea written all over it but eventually Chloe had twisted her arm, promising she would limit Fat Amy's alcohol intake and "tell Stacie to keep it in her pants." It seemed to be working, until Beca started hitting the bar, knocking back the shots and chugging the cocktails, no longer paying attention and actually having fun.

The aftermath of those very shots and cocktails were suddenly making themselves known as Beca bent down to pull at the zip. Her hands instinctively shot up to her temples, as she took a seat on the end of the bed, defeated.

It was then she felt the coldness of metal on her skin that shouldn't be there. As she pulled her hand away, in search of the offending item on her finger, there was a foot suddenly sticking into her back. It was arched and warm and despite the bed sheet wrapped around it, Beca was more than sure the limb belonged to Chloe.

From the moment they met, personal space was something Chloe never understood and ever since then, Beca welcomed every touch with a grumble or an eye roll that was just for show. Over the years, the brunette was able to tell the difference between Chloe's delicate fingers on her forearm; her arms that would wrap around Beca as Chloe hugged her from behind; or her foot that was currently rubbing the small of her back without even seeing her and just knowing the feel of her the redhead's touch.

Distracted by the movement, Beca turned, seeing her sleeping best friend nuzzled against the pillow. Her eyes traced the outline of her smile and wandered to her fingers that slowly twitched against the sheets. The sight in front of her, paired with the raging hangover gradually getting worse was urging her to climb in and allow the redhead's warmth and familiarity to lull her off back to sleep.

It was strange to think how many times Beca had fought that urge and the plenty of other times she had given up and peeled the duvet back, but right now - with Amy sleeping on the sofa less than three feet away - it wasn't a good time. Chloe and Beca sharing a bed every now and then was no secret in the Bella house, although the cuddling wasn't exactly known information.

Better to keep it that way, Beca thought, unzipping her bag this time on the first attempt. Although Chloe's foot was still against her back, taunting her and chipping at her resolve – because Chloe possessed the ability to change Beca's mind even when asleep – the DJ stood up and made her way to the bathroom.

The moment Beca stood into the shower and reached for the dial, she caught sight of the ring on her left finger, and the feeling that swirled around her stomach when she woke up was back. It wasn't quite dread or worry, but it was unignorably strong and the reason she rushed out of the shower clad in just the hotel room towel, and back out to the bedroom.

Before Beca even knew where she was heading, her feet were planting themselves into the carpet and moving her body forward, coming to a halt by the side of Chloe's bed. The woman's fingers still occasionally twitched and Beca was hurriedly pulling them from the sheets and looking for a ring matching Beca's on the same finger.

But it wasn't there and suddenly that feeling had turned into sheer panic; dread and worry coming a close second. If she hadn't married Chloe last night then-

"Beca, what are-"

Chloe's sleep laced words died off, as she took in Beca's current attire and raised an incredulous eyebrow, "Are you naked right now?" she asked with a smirk, sitting up and removing her hand from Beca's tight grasp in favour of wiping the sleep from the corner of her eyes.

"This isn't really how I pictured it happening, but…" Chloe had that playfulness in her tone as she threw the sheets back, and patted the space beside her.

On a typical morning, Beca would laugh the comment off and will her cheeks to remain their natural colour. In fact, late at night, when her mind was full of questions relating to Chloe's true feelings for her, replaying these types of moments would give her butterflies, as well as hope that perhaps the redhead felt the same.

But right now, amidst her current situation, Beca could feel her temper shortening as she wrapped the towel tighter around herself and retreated back to the bathroom.

"Beca?"

Chloe's voice muffled through the door as she slipped into the change of clothes still sitting on the toilet seat, attempting to clear her head, racking her brain for any memories of the night before. Her eyes would instinctively drop down to the band on her finger and each time it caused her to worry even more than the last.

There was a knock on the door and Beca could tell by the softness of the knuckles hitting the wood that it was a cautious one.

"Becs?"

She pulled her eyes away from her finger, taking a deep breath and opening the door. Chloe was wearing a concerned expression, practically standing on the threshold and looking at her best friend expectantly.

"What the fuck happened last night?" Beca yelled, holding up her left hand with both confusion and fear.

Chloe opened her mouth to speak, before closing it. As Beca waited impatiently for an answer, she searched the redhead's eyes; there was something in them that looked like hurt and it did nothing to reduce her puzzlement; if anything it increased it.

"You don't remember?" Chloe asked, her voice small.

"Remember what?!" Beca cried, suddenly tired of being left in the dark.

"You got hitched to Stacie."

Fat Amy's voice seemed to echo off the walls, the Australian completely unaware of Beca's meltdown and the tears welling at the bottom of Chloe's eyes. The redhead wiped them away with the back of her hand, quickly smiling away any signs of her upset, "Yeah, you and Stacie decided you wanted to get married" Chloe confirmed, her voice losing its usual cheeriness.

Beca wasn't sure what to say, as her mouth began turning dry. She was completely wrapped up in her own fear and panic, losing all focus on the other two Bella's in the room. There was a small twinge of relief to know she hadn't married a stranger, but the fact that she had no recollection of past events worried her even more than before.

Before she could think of a response, Beca was running towards the door and down the corridor, ignoring the calling of her name, as Chloe's voice travelled down the walls all the way until she turned the corner and reached the elevator.

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Stacie had been sat at the hotel bar for the past forty minutes, her fingers pinching at the wooden stick as she turned the olive in her martini glass. Although it usually did the trick to amend her hangover, Stacie was still yet to take her first sip.

She cast her eyes down to the wedding band on her finger, a different feeling from the night before washing over her. It was no secret she thought Beca Mitchell was hot; there was something about the contrast between her confidence and awkwardness that Stacie found both sexy and cute – not to mention she was a sucker for dark eyeliner.

Throughout their entirety of college, Stacie had jumped at any given opportunity to flirt with a flustered Beca. At first it was for amusement, but it gradually developed into a game to see how far she could push the DJ and how quickly Chloe could suddenly go from calm to possessive in a matter of seconds.

Stacie had always been a shameless flirt, so eventually every moment was an opportunity to make a suggestive comment or rude innuendo and she revelled the way Beca's cheeks would blush and how the younger word would flash pleading eyes to the redhead who was never too far away.

If she was being honest, Stacie thought her antics would eventually drive one of the other woman to admit how they felt about each other, but she and the rest of the Bella's were still waiting for that day to arrive.

So the night before, after one too many drinks and when Beca had well and truly loosened up, Stacie pulled her to side of the club with one question on her mind, but she never thought for one minute Beca would say yes. She was so taken aback by her response, she even asked if Beca was sure – more than once.

Beca had spent the majority of the night by Chloe's side, leaning to whisper things into her ear, bringing a drink back for her whenever she ventured to the bar or Chloe would daringly press her body against Beca's on the dance floor – Stacie had actually taken the time to clarify she was in actual fact not Chloe asking the question.

In her drunken daze, Stacie just wanted to try and tempt Beca for the last time before they all parted and started their new beginnings away from Barden. There was never that chemistry between them; that thick, burning type of chemistry that enveloped Beca and Chloe when they were together, but Beca agreeing to marry her in Las Vegas after winning Worlds was a small victory she more than wanted to have.

Granted, things would never develop and Stacie wouldn't ever do anything to hurt or harm Chloe's friendship but Beca's dopey grin and clumsy hand gestures made her smile and spring into action without taking Beca and Chloe's feelings into consideration.

Now though - the morning after – Stacie was feeling regretful, which probably explained why her glass was still full; prolonging her hangover was a way to punish herself for last night's behaviour. Her hands braced the bar, as she pushed out her stool, but suddenly Beca was throwing herself down on the seat next to her.

"We need to talk."

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Stacie nodded eagerly, moving to grab Beca's shoulders and knocking the table of discarded beer bottles and empty glasses with her knee in the process, "Yeah, you and me" she confirmed, her face beaming with excitement, as she squeezed Beca's shoulders.

Beca's face was similar to that of a four-year-olds who had just heard a curse word she knew she wasn't supposed to say, and Stacie was finding it all too endearing and cute.

"Can we?" she slurred out, looking unsure, "…because that sounds like an awesome idea!" she yelled eagerly, causing Stacie to laugh. Before she could respond, Beca was tugging at her hand and leading her outside in a hurry.

"Let's go get married!"

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A/N: This prompt was very long winded (I'm not complaining though) so I decided to split it into two for length reasons. Part Two to follow…