Summary: What does Beca Mitchell do when she's married to the world's biggest fan of Valentines Day? a.k.a Valentines Day at the Beale/Mitchell household.

Despite the fact that Valentines Day landed on a Sunday this year, Beca knew she would be spending most of her day in the studio by the request of her boss, stressfully working on the label's new album that was preparing to drop the following week.

But she was thankful, at least, that for their very first Valentines Day as a married couple, Chloe had offered to prepare their evening meal and all she had to do was show up by 8pm with a hungry stomach.

So when the redhead bounced downstairs that morning and entered the kitchen, long after her wife had left the house for work, she was greeted by the sight of one bright yellow post-it note, stuck to the front of the coffee machine that Beca knew she would be using. Upon further inspection, she read a note that said 'Happy V Day. See you tonight - B.'

The note was simple, but effective. Just enough to put a smile on Chloe's face and get her even more excited for the evening she had planned for them to spend together.

Excited, that was, until she got a text from Beca just before 7pm, letting her know that she should hold off on dinner until at least 9 because work at the studio was crazy and there was no way she could leave on time.

And Chloe understood of course because work had been pushing the brunette a lot lately and getting this album right was a big deal for her, so there was no way the older woman was going to get in the way of that. Even if it was Valentines Day.

But when Beca arrived home a mere 20 minutes after sending that text to Chloe, she arrived to an empty house. As Beca found out later on, Chloe had decided to make use of the extra time by making a last minute trip to pick up the bottle of wine she'd forgotten to get with the groceries earlier in the day.

So with Chloe nowhere to be found, Beca decided to ditch her original plan in favour of a new one and quickly ran upstairs to to recover all the cards she had stashed away in their spare bedroom. After that, she ran back down to the bottom of the stairs and began to place each of the cards on individual steps, leading all the way back up to the very top.

It was only a matter of minutes before Chloe returned home, and after opening the front door and spotting the array of envelopes laid out on the stairs in front of her, Beca actually heard the redhead gasp.

"Don't come upstairs until you've opened them all." She shouted from their bedroom.

"Beca?!" Chloe replied, confused "I thought you said-"

"I lied." The brunette interrupted "Now read the cards and come up here."

So the older woman began, starting with the little red envelope that was sitting on the first step.

We're like cocoa and marshmallows... you're hot and I belong on top of you.

"Oh my god, are all of the cards going to be like this?"

Beca hesitated "...Maybe."

Then Chloe moved on to the next card.

I would love to get Jalapeño pants.

And the next one...

It turns out I like you more than I originally expected.

And the next one.

I want you inside me.
p.s. Happy Valentines Day

"Beca, seriously." She said, laughing. "Are any of these cards at least remotely classy?"

"Less talking. More reading." The brunette demanded.

"Okay, fine." The redhead resigned, moving to open the card on the next step.

I just want you to be happy.

"Awh okay, I spoke too soon. This one's nice."

"Read inside." Beca quickly instructed and Chloe complied.

(and maybe naked... no definitely naked.)

Then Beca heard Chloe sigh again before moving to pick up the next envelope.

This card had a small illustration on the front of a marshmallow and chocolate sandwiched between two crackers and underneath, it read

I love you a little smore every day.

A creek in the stairs accompanied the older woman's next move as she picked up what was easily the brightest pink envelope of the bunch.

I think I'll keep you. For like, ever.

Before moving on to the next card, the redhead sniggered because she remembered that was actually something Beca had said to her on the day she proposed.

You're my favourite wife.

"When did you get other wives?" she asked, placing the card back in its original spot on the stairs.

"Not long ago." The brunette replied casually "But I mostly just use them for sex and bringing up the kids and stuff."

Chloe laughed. "You're such a jerk."

"Yet you're still married to me." The younger woman quipped.

"Divorce is very much an option, you know."

"Stop threatening me and keep reading the cards, wife number four."

I like to practice making babies with you.

After that, there was just one card remaining at the very top of the staircase. Chloe promptly opened it before making her way down the hall, towards their bedroom.

You're invited to an adult sleepover. (pyjamas optional)

"Oh my god." The redhead giggled "Where did you find all of these?"

"That's only for me to know. And there's one more for you to open."

Beca was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a small matchbox resting in the palm of her hand. She reached out to give it to Chloe as she entered the room and the redhead proceeded to inspect the small item.

On the outside, it was decorated with tiny drawn-on hearts that surrounded the words

I can't wait to...

At this point, after all the cheesy puns and sex jokes she had read on the cards going up the staircase, Chloe could only imagine how Beca might have finished off that sentence. But when she pulled open the tiny matchbox to read inside, she was surprised to see the words

... grow old with you.

A beaming smile quickly grew on Chloe's as Beca watched, awaiting her reaction. But then Chloe's expression quickly changed to one of frustration as she half-heartedly punched her wife on the arm.

"I can't believe you lied to me, Beca Mitchell!"

The brunette laughed. "I love you, Chloe Beale."

"I love you too." She said, her expression returning to one of happiness. "Now since we're here, can I give you your card too?"

"Sure." She answered as Chloe pulled out the card from inside the dresser and handed it to her. On the front, it read

You're getting laid tonight (unless you forgot to buy me flowers)

And a smile as wide as Chloe's, appeared on Beca's face.

"I already put them in a vase downstairs." She said.

A/N: Many of the cards mentioned above were inspired by cards that can be found on etsy