Title: Rewrite The Ending
Summary: "You can pretend that I'm not even here, if it will keep your conscience clear." Beca Mitchell only knows heartache; she keeps her walls up and her life closed. So what happens when the person who caused all of this appears in her life again? Can Beca handle it, or will she ultimately shut down?
Rating: M
A/N: Hey guys! Here's the second installation of RTE. I am having a hard time writing the next chapter to Fantasy Crush, but it will be out soon. Also, I have the next two chapters for this fic in progress. Anyway, enjoy!

To say that Beca didn't know what to do was an understatement. Her emotions were spiraling out of control as she wandered aimlessly through the campus. She had no idea what to say, let alone think. Chloe was here and worse, she was Beca's roommate. Beca wished she was elsewhere, far away from the campus. Chloe was the last person that she had ever intended to see again, and the last person that she wanted to see right now.

Beca thought they had it made. Chloe and she had hit it off right away and before she knew it, she was in a committed relationship with the redhead. Chloe made Beca feel on top of the world, and housed her insecurities the entire time they were in LA. Beca didn't know how she could ever fall, after that. And then, the fateful day came when Beca had to pack up and go back to Georgia. She had hoped Chloe would understand that it was temporary, and that she'd be back before they knew it; but the fiery redhead was unconvinced that Beca's insecurities had vanished. Beca trusted Chloe with every fiber of her being, and yet, Chloe played it off like it was nothing. Beca wanted nothing more than to prove to Chloe that they could make it through, but her mind was already made up. Beca hasn't stepped foot in an airport terminal since. The feeling of heartache overwhelms her every time she passes one.

And now, Chloe was in the same state at the same school. Beca breathes deeply, as she makes her way for her father's office. Besides the day that he made her leave LA, John Mitchell had always been passionate about his daughter. Beca hated being open with her father, but she would rather die than be in Chloe's presence. Well, not that she hadn't been dying since that day a year ago.

She knocks on the door and her father opens it up with a smile on his face. As soon as he takes in his daughter's demeanor, however, his smile turns into a frown.

"What's going on, Beca?" He asks sympathetically.

"I need to change dorm rooms," Was all she managed to mutter out.

"I'm sorry, Becs... But that's not possible right now. We have too many students. What's going on? What did I miss?" Her dad points to the chair. Following suit, Beca sits and her father wraps his arm around her shoulder.

"Remember Chloe?" Beca winces at the sound of her name falling from her lips.

"Yeah... The one who broke my baby's heart." John sighs, remembering picking up a very torn apart Beca from the airport. "What about her?"

"She's my roommate, dad."

One Year Ago
Beca steps off of the airplane and looks around the airport in disbelief. Was she really back in Georgia? Did Chloe really leave Beca? Beca was drained, rings forming under her eyes from the lack of sleep and stress. Beca lifted her sunglasses to her eyes so that no one could tell that she had spent the majority of the plane ride sobbing. She grabbed her suitcase and headed outside to wait for her dad.

When she finally arrived at his car, Beca throws her stuff in the backseat before slamming the door. She was mad, obviously. If it weren't for her dad no longer supporting her until she made it in LA, Chloe would have never left her. She knows he's not fully to blame, as Chloe was the one who stuck the knife in her back, but he played a part and Beca wasn't in the most forgiving mood.

"What's up with you, Beca?" Her dad demands to know.

"Nothing." Beca replies harshly before getting in the car and staring straight out the window.

"It's not nothing, Rebeca Ann Mitchell. Tell me what is wrong."

"Chloe left me because you made me move back here." Beca sighs as the anger turns to sadness at the sound of Chloe's name. "She's gone, and I have nothing."

xxx

Chloe is torn. She doesn't know if she should go look for Beca or let her be, but her bet was on the latter. Chloe truthfully didn't ever think she'd see the small brunette again, but now that she did, her emotions were running wild. She felt regret, guilt, and relief. She hated what she did to Beca, she really did, but she knew Beca well enough to know that their relationship would have fallen apart at an even higher degree of pain if it had gone any further. She also felt guilty that she didn't let her know that she was moving to Georgia to be a Bella, but she honestly didn't think Beca stuck around. The relief she felt was from seeing Beca, knowing that physically, she was okay. Chloe knew she had a lot of explaining and groveling to do if she wanted to keep Beca around, and the selfish part of her that reminisces on the happiness she felt with Beca ultimately wants her back.

Chloe sighs heavily as she looks at Beca's still unfurnished side of the dorm. Beca has always been a plain girl, but there were things about the aspiring DJ that made Chloe's heart flutter, to this day. She notices that Beca had brought her keyboard and sound pad, and she smiled at the fact that Beca was still chasing her dream. If only I chased her, she thinks as she runs her hand through her hair.

There was a small knock on the door that shook Chloe from her thoughts. She wipes a stray tear away from her eye and gathers her composure before getting up to answer it.

"Chlo... It's Aubrey. We need to talk." She hears her friend's voice call through the door.

Chloe opens it, sniffling a little bit as Aubrey steps in. Aubrey looks around the room and notices that Beca's stuff was on the right side of the dorm. She hears Chloe gulp loudly as she notices Aubrey staring intently on Beca's side of the room.

"This looks like it has some explaining to do." Aubrey gestures towards Beca's side of the room. "What the hell happened back there?"

"Beca..." Chloe sighs. "Beca and I dated when she was in LA. I'm surprised she didn't tell you."

"She did, but I figured there were a mass amounts of Chloe's in that big city." Aubrey bites her lip. "So you're THE Chloe."

"Aubrey before you get mad, let me explain." Chloe pleads. "I had no intentions of hurting her. Not then and not now. I should have told her I was here, but I didn't know she stuck around. You know her, Bree. She never stays in one place very long. We broke up because when she moved back here, she would have let her insecurities get the best of her and it would have been a lot worse for the both of us. I couldn't fall more in love with her just to have the distance rip a bigger hole in my heart..." Chloe starts tearing up again, thinking back to the day at the airport; the hardest day of her life.

Aubrey sits down on Beca's side of the room and attempts to process everything. She had no idea that the redhead that she spent the last year with was the one who broke Beca's heart. She knew of, at the time, a Chloe, but never expected it to be her friend. Chloe seemed genuine in her explanation, but that doesn't change what happened to Beca, and how much she still hurt. It took a year of her being back for her to even come out hiding.

"I love her, Aubrey. I always will. I never meant for any of this to happen..." Chloe's sobbing by now. She never wanted her feelings for Beca to resurface because she had been doing so well without her. "I don't know how to fix this."

"I may know how... We have that weird talent show tonight. Sing for her, no, sing to her." Aubrey suggests. "Look, I know Beca and I know you hurt her a lot. I know it'd take a fucking miracle for you to get her back, but you have to realize, first, what you did to her."

Chloe nods, willing to listen to everything has to say.

"Beca fell hard when she got home. She started drinking a lot and got into a bad crowd. For 10 months, she was hardly even a human anymore. I thought I had lost her. She refused to tell me anymore about you besides the fact that she'd never trust anyone again. Beca broke, she broke so much and while I kind of dislike you for doing that to her, I also know you sincerely care about her." Aubrey shrugs. "I'm going to go talk to Beca. I know exactly where she'll be. Go find Stacie and Amy and have them help you with your song."

And with that, Aubrey was out the door.

xxx

"Dad, what do I do?" Beca's face is buried in her hands.

"Sweetie, you need to forgive her and move forward." John pats Beca on the back, causing her to look up. Her eyes were swollen from all of the crying and John hated seeing his daughter in this state.

"But you have no idea what she put me through!" Beca's voice grows louder and angrier.

"Then let her know that. Becs, you got to talk to her. Maybe if you do, things will be all right." This earns a glare from Beca.

"I don't talk," Beca spits out.

"Then sing it at the talent show, tonight. I know you were planning on going. Sing your thoughts, and who knows... Maybe she's seen the error of her ways."

Beca knew her father was right. Everything that was on her chest, she needed to get out. Maybe she would feel better, or at least better than she did now. She knew the perfect song. It was one she had written on the plane home. She just hoped she didn't choke when she did.

Beca's thoughts were disrupted when she heard a knock on her dad's office. Her eyes stare intently as her father goes to open it. Please, don't let it be Chloe...

Whew. What a chapter. The next two for this story should be out soon. Fantasy Crush should hopefully be out in the next couple of days (finally got wi-fi, just need to finish it up). For any updates, I will begin to reuse my twitter account (versusthequeer).

Reviews are always appreciated! I would love to know what you guys think, and what you think is going to happen next. Be prepared for a rollercoaster.