Summary: Beca finally asks Chloe about the scar on her forehead

"You know you do have your own bed in your own room..." Beca said to Chloe, who was snuggled up under the duvet next to her.

"But that's all the way at the other end of the hall." The redhead whined.

"You have to sleep in your own bed sometime, Chloe." Beca stated "And I have to finish this mix, which I know I won't do as long as you're here to annoy me."

The older woman rolled her eyes and sighed "Okay, I'll go."

Then as Chloe was moving to get out of the bed, Beca noticed the small scar on her forehead, just above her eyebrow. Of course, Beca had noticed the scar before. It had always been there and on a few occasions she even wondered how it got there but she never actually thought to ask her friend about it.

"How'd you get that?" She asked.

"What?"

"The scar on your head." The brunette responded, studying the older woman's forehead.

"Oh, it happened when I was a kid. I was running outside and I tripped and hit my head on the floor... suffice to say I ended up coming out of the hospital with a lot of stitches."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. I used to really wanna get it fixed so it'd be less noticeable. I really hated it."

"What? No!" Beca almost yelled "You wouldn't be the same without your scar! It's like if you didn't have red hair, you just wouldn't look like... Chloe"

"Oh I used to wanna dye my hair too when I was younger. But it's fine, I'm over it now."

"What do you mean?" The younger woman asked.

"I had red hair and a scar on my face. The other kids made fun of me a lot."

Beca now suddenly looked really concerned "Seriously?"

Chloe nodded and Beca moved in closer to place a gentle kiss on the scar before combing her fingers through Chloe's long auburn hair and tucking a piece of it behind her ear.

"I think you're beautiful." The brunette said softly, pulling Chloe in close to cuddle her.

"Awh Beca, tha-" The older woman began to say before she was interrupted by Beca's hand covering her mouth.

"Don't ruin the moment, Beale."

Chloe smiled, knowing that Beca didn't exactly do complements and sentiment very well.

"Does this mean I can stay?" She asked.

Beca continued to hold the redhead close and sighed, knowing that she was never going to finish her mix "Yeah."