Summary: Chloe is the master of making Beca feel better but the same can't be said the other way around. So after Beca accidentally insults Chloe, she has to find a way to make her smile again.

It's safe to say that Chloe knows Beca well.

And after spending the past three years slowly chipping away at the wall she'd built around herself, she was bound to learn plenty about her.

More specifically, Chloe had somehow managed to become the only person in the entire world who knew how to handle Beca when she'd had a rough day. It didn't take the redhead long to work out that if and when Beca came home, stressed or upset over the internship at Residual Heat, she would not be prepared to talk about it.

So that's exactly why, after hearing the brunette's tiny feet stomp up the stairs towards her bedroom, Chloe would simply wait.

She'd wait just long enough for the younger woman to throw her bag on the floor and flop on to the bed, before slowly making her way inside the room (passing Fat Amy as she made a quick exit out of the room) and without saying a word, she'd lay down beside the tiny Beca shaped ball of frustration, wrap one arm around her waist and give her a tight squeeze.

Then, most importantly, the redhead would place four of the most gentle, almost undetectable kisses along the side of Beca's neck before nestling her face in to the crook and waiting patiently, pretending not to notice the line of discouraged tears rolling down the younger woman's cheeks.

And sure enough, within about ten minutes, Beca would be ready to talk to her friend about whatever had stressed her out that day and the older woman would be there to soothe things over and remind her of how much she believes in her.

Beca would never like to admit it but Chloe was the master of making her feel better.

But when the tables were turned, the story wasn't quite the same.

Unlike Chloe, Beca didn't have a special method for cheering the other girl up (well, not unless you include her eventually agreeing to sit through the "stupid movie" in bed while they ate ice cream) and she didn't have a clue when it came to understanding what the redhead was thinking or feeling. This was due, in part, to the fact that Chloe was happy almost all of the time. And even when she wasn't, she had no problem coming to Beca herself and requesting a little pick-me-up via whatever mix the brunette was working on that day.

It was easy. Simple. And Beca was grateful because she hated to see Chloe anything other than happy but she was, to put it simply, useless when it came to that "compassion and understanding thing" that regular people did.

That was until the day when Beca became the reason that Chloe was upset.

She hadn't meant to insult her. Only, while she, Chloe and some of the other Bellas had been talking downstairs about the stresses of studying for finals and how graduation was approaching so quickly, Beca had somehow managed to send the redhead running off upstairs with tears already forming in her eyes.

It took a few moments of awkward silence between the rest of the Bellas for Beca to realise that she was the reason the Chloe had left. And she quickly made her way upstairs to fix things, of course, she had no idea how she was going to make Chloe forgive her.

But she had to at least try, right?

So when she arrived outside Chloe's room, she knocked on the door. Then without waiting for a response, she let herself in and found Chloe curled up on the bed with her back to the door.

"Chloe?"

The brunette heard a sniffle, presumably as a result of her friend's crying.

"Look, I didn't mean what I said downstairs. I know why you failed Russian Lit so many times and I know it has nothing to do with you not being smart enough."

The redhead let out a deep breath and Beca noticed her bringing a hand up to her face to wipe the tears away. An indication that she'd at least stopped crying for now.

"Of course you're smart. You're really smart actually and… okay, I don't know what else to say because I'm bad at this stuff but I really want to make it up to you, if you'll let me?"

As Beca stood, waiting for a response from the older woman, Choe shifted her body over to lie on her back.

Despite not gaining eye contact with the redhead, Beca saw her change in position as a sign that she was, at the very least, open to Beca's attempt to cheer her up. So the brunette hesitantly made her way over to Chloe. With no prior experience to go on, she decided to try to replicate Chloe's own methods instead.

Then Beca lay down in the space next to Chloe and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in to a tight embrace. After a few seconds, without saying another word, she moved her head up to the space between Chloe's head and shoulder before trailing four tiny kisses down the side of her neck.

At first, Beca could have sworn she saw the beginnings of a smile forming on the edges of Chloe's mouth but when the redhead sighed and turned her head away from the younger woman to expose her neck further, Beca took that as an indication that she hadn't been forgiven yet.

Determined to get it right, the brunette took the hint and attempted to gain Chloe's forgiveness once again. This time, she squeezed her arm around the redhead's waist a little tighter and pressed down a little harder on each one of the kisses on her neck.

This time, Beca had been certain that she could see a smile forming on Chloe's mouth and decided to call her out on it.

"I guess that smile you're attempting to hide means I'm forgiven, huh?" She asked. A smirk beginning to appear on her own mouth.

And just as Chloe let the smile grow bigger, she quickly forced it to disappear again.

"I don't know." She said "I think you'll have to do it again one more time to be sure."

Despite knowing that she already had the redhead's forgiveness, she sighed and moved in to try once more.

This time she squeezed Chloe even tighter than before, pressing the kisses down even harder and allowed her lips to linger on Chloe's skin for longer.

But the second of the four kisses must have hit a sweet spot on the girl beside her because when she heard a small whimper escape Chloe's mouth, she also felt the redhead's warm hand snake around to her lower back and under the material of her t-shirt to grip on to her with nails digging in to her flesh.

It was in that moment that Beca realised that perhaps she was good at that "compassion and understanding thing" after all. Really good, in fact.