Prompt by Ari: beca and chloe are together but something happens and the next morning beca wakes up to find that chloe didn't sleep in bed with her that night? what happened and how it ends are up to you

[Warning: Some use of strong language]

Usually Beca's hangovers would take a little while to set in. They'd wait half an hour or so after she woke up and adjusted to the daylight. Then once she was convinced she'd gotten away without one, they'd pounce on her, remind her of exactly how much she had to drink the night before and send her running back to her bed to wallow in self-pity.

But this hangover was different. This one hit her the very moment she woke up. As her eyes squinted open, her headache erupted and that vomit-y feeling in her stomach started to brew.

The night before was one of what Fat Amy liked to call her and Beca's 'bi-monthly-best-friend-drink-a-thons'. The pair would go out and get as drunk as they possibly could for no reason other than that they didn't share a room in the Bellas' house anymore since graduating and wanted an excuse to catch up get drunk together.

This night, however, wasn't like the rest. It was worse. Way worse. The two had apparently gotten so drunk that the brunette was struggling to remember a single thing past the past the fifth shot of tequila Amy had forced on her. She didn't even have any idea how she got home, she just knows that somehow she did.

Home was what Beca called the small apartment she was now sharing with Chloe. After graduation and leaving the Bellas house, the couple had decided to move in to a together and for the most part, living with her girlfriend was great. They rarely fought and even when they did it usually consisted of Chloe yelling at Beca for something stupid she did (like drinking juice straight out of the carton because she was too lazy to use a glass…again), then Beca admitting she was an idiot and Chloe quickly forgiving her.

So as Beca lay in bed, struggling to come to terms with the hangover she was currently experiencing, she looked over and noticed that the other side of the bed was still in immaculate condition from the day before. Of course, Chloe would always get up before the brunette anyway but the sheets were perfectly placed, there was no head indent in the pillow and no empty glass of water on the nightstand. No sign that the redhead had slept there at all.

That's odd, Beca thought.

When Beca finally managed to force herself out of bed, she slowly shuffled down the spiralling staircase into the lounge where she spotted what looked like a makeshift bed on the couch. At one end of the couch was a couple of scrunched up blankets and at the other end were two cushions that had obviously been used as pillows. An empty glass of water was resting on the coffee table beside the couch and a small pile of clothes were laying on the floor below.

Shit. Beca thought. Chloe slept down here. What the fuck did I do last night?!

The brunette then proceeded to shuffle through the rest of the apartment cautiously, peering around the corner into the kitchen where she spotted Chloe preparing some food. But before she had time to back away and hide, the redhead looked up in her direction and made eye contact with her.

Deciding it was better to just face the music than to run away, she took a brave step into the kitchen.

"Okay look." She blurted out "Before you start yelling at me, can I just say that I have the worst hangover right now and I really, really don't have the strength to try to remember what I did wrong last night so if you could just tell me what it is I said or did to make you wanna sleep on the couch last night that would-"

But she was cut off at the sight of Chloe smirking at her.

"What? Why are you smiling?" The brunette asked, confused.

"Beca, I didn't want to sleep on the couch last night."

"Huh?"

"You made me sleep on the couch." The older woman replied.

"What do you mean?"

"You wouldn't let me in the bed, so I had no choice but to sleep down here."

"Uhh, what? I- I don't understand. Why wouldn't I let you in the bed?" Beca asked.

"When you came home last night, you were completely out of your mind. It took me about 20 minutes to convince you that this is your apartment and when I finally managed that, I took you upstairs and tried to change your clothes to go to bed."

"...Okay." Beca said, still not seeing where the story was going.

"But every time I tried to pull your top off, you kept stopping me and shouting that you have a girlfriend." Chloe continued.

At this point, a huge expression of guilt spread over Beca's face.

"Shit. I shouted at you? Chloe I-"

"Wait Beca, there's more." The redhead said, interrupting. "After a while, I gave up trying to change your clothes and managed to get you to lie in bed but then when I tried to get in next to you, you started shouting at me again and pushing me away. So I just ended up sleeping down here instead."

"Oh my god, Chloe. I'm such a fucking idiot! I'm so sorry for getting that drunk and I promise that I'll never ever get like that again. Fuck. I'm sorry."

"No, Beca, you don't get it... Last night I was so happy to have to sleep on that couch."

And the brunette looked even more confused than before. How could she be happy to sleep on a couch? She thought.

"You were so drunk that you couldn't even remember your own name and you certainly didn't have any idea who I was." The redhead continued "But even like that, you still remembered that you have a girlfriend and that you don't want to cheat on me."

"Oh." Beca said, already feeling relieved.

Chloe smiled at her "Do you have any idea how much I love you for that?"

"Hmm, enough to make pancakes and bring them to me in bed?" The brunette replied with a hopeful glint in her eye.

"Sure, but only if I can actually get in bed with you this time..." Chloe shot back