My Secret Santa Minific for #Merry Pitchmas 2015 on Tumblr

Summary: Beca is forced to be the Santa to Chloe's Mrs. Claus at the annual Treble Christmas party.

"I'm not wearing that." Beca said sternly.

And in Beca's defence, she had every right to be disgusted by the cheap costume that had been laid out in front of her by Fat Amy and Stacie. Instead of the typical Santa suit that you might find in a costume store, this one was effectively just a onesie with a santa suit printed onto it.

"You don't exactly have a choice, Beca." Fat Amy responded.

"But it's ridiculous." The brunette whined.

"They sent us that one from the kids department by accident." Stacie said "So you're the only one who'll fit into it."

"What about Flo?! She's smaller than me!"

"Flo already has a costume."

"Well, why can't I just wear what I'm wearing now?" Beca tried again, already knowing what the girls' response would be.

Stacie sighed. "You know costumes aren't optional at Trebles Christmas parties."

"And besides, what are we gonna do about Mrs. Claus if there's no Santa to go with her?" Amy added.

Beca paused a moment, eyebrows furrowing as she considered what Fat Amy had said. "Mrs. Claus?" She asked.

And then, as though the entire scene had been rehearsed, Chloe walked into the room wearing what was quite obviously a much less conservative version of a Mrs. Claus costume, that included a short red dress outlined with white fluffy trim as well as some candy cane striped stockings.

Whether Beca's decision to finally put the costume on had anything to do with seeing Chloe in hers or her inability to ever let the redhead down, was something she would have to ignore and come back to think about at a later time.

(She also chose to ignore the fact that Chloe definitely noticed her gaping when she walked into the room in the first place.)

When the Bellas arrived at the Trebles house, all donning the costumes they'd collectively ordered for the occasion, Beca was the third person to walk in following Lilly and Cynthia-Rose. She was immediately met with the sight of 'way too many tacky decorations' and a large number of already-tipsy Treble makers, who were rocking out to guitar hero on the big screen TV.

Within a matter of seconds, she had spotted Jesse walking towards her from the other side of the room. He had obviously already noticed the embarrassment that was her costume and she could see the laughter brewing in his face as he got closer.

"Don't." She said, raising an index finger to point at the man who was now standing in front of her.

Jesse quickly swallowed back his laughter as he continued looking the brunette up and down for a moment.

"Chloe's dressed as Mrs. Clause, isn't she." He said, knowingly.

And then just as before, like the entire scene had been rehearsed, Chloe walked up to stand beside the younger woman and Jesse began to chuckle.

"Shut up." She said, glaring at him.

After hugging Jesse and thanking him for the party, Chloe proceeded to drag Beca away by the hand to find the Christmas punch (which, the author wishes to point out, was actually the same as regular punch - just served in Christmas themed plastic cups.)

It wasn't out of the ordinary then, that Chloe kept Beca close by for almost the entire night, wrapping her arms around her during their turn on Guitar Hero and grinding against her while they danced to the beat of the Christmas music.

(And Beca pretended not to notice the way Chloe looked at her when her hands fell to rest on the redhead's waist while they danced.)

A few hours later while the party was dying down and enough people were slurring their words or passed out on the floor, Beca got herself another cup of punch from the bowl in the kitchen.

When the brunette returned to the lounge, she sunk down into one of the love seats, while Chloe was busy talking to Stacie in the corner of the room by the stereo system. The sudden change of music to Britney Spears' cover of Santa Baby didn't go unnoticed by Beca, who cautiously watched Chloe stride towards her as the music played.

Then Chloe moved to climb onto the brunette's lap, sitting sideways so that her legs dangled over the edge of the seat below them. She placed her hands neatly on her own lap while she smiled sweetly at the younger woman below her.

"What are you doing?" Beca asked dryly.

"You didn't think I was going to miss an opportunity to sit on Santa's lap, did you?." The redhead replied innocently, although Beca could see right through it.

So Beca rolled her eyes and decided to humour the woman looking down at her. "Okay. Mrs. Claus, have you been a good girl this year?" She said with a hint of sarcasm seeping through her voice.

"Yes, I've been very good." The older woman replied confidently, nodding her head.

"That's a shame." Beca replied, smugly "Because I'm bad Santa and I don't give presents to goody-goodies."

"Oh. Well in that case..." Chloe replied.

And as Beca took another sip of the punch in her hand, Chloe leaned in to whisper in her ear, her hand now moving to snake over the brunette's shoulder to pull her even closer.

"...I can be very naughty, if that's what you want?"

(Chloe was almost thrown off Beca's lap as the younger woman jolted forwards, nearly spitting out the drink in her mouth.)