A/N: Well, since my other story doesn't have TOO many Bechloe moments, I figured I'd update this one so you could get your fix. I mean kind of.


Beca wakes up to the sound of her alarm blaring. Groaning loudly, she grabs her phone and swipes the screen, turning the alarm off. She flips back over, nuzzling her face in her pillow, closing her eyes again as she tries to fall back asleep. Her plans are short lived, however, when she hears Chloe knocking loudly on her door.

"Bec! It's time to get up! I know you're partially awake because I heard your alarm go off." Beca hears Chloe's voice call out from behind her bedroom door. "Beca?"

The door swings open and Chloe is immediately on her bed, the mattress dipping as she scoots closer to the small brunette.

"Beca, wake up! Aubrey called and she wants us on set today." Chloe says, poking Beca's back.

"Tell her to suck my non-existent dick." Beca mumbles as she pulls the pillow closer to her face, earning a laugh from Chloe.

"Okaaaaay!" Chloe sing-songs. "Stay in bed and I'll let Aubrey drag you out by your legs while you plead for me to get her to stop."

Beca's eyes shoot open, knowing all too well what Chloe was referring to. It was her sophomore year and Aubrey was so mad that Beca tried to sleep in before National's that she legitimately grabbed Beca's legs and dragged her out of bed. Beca remembers the pain of hitting the floor of the hotel room and knows she'd rather not relive the feeling.

Beca finally lifts her head from the pillow, flipping over to look at Chloe who was sitting with her legs tucked under her, knees now digging uncomfortable into Beca's thighs. "I'm awake."

"But you're not up! So up! Get out of bed and get ready! We have a table reading today." Chloe exclaims as she hops off of Beca's bed.

Beca pushes herself out of bed, yawning and stretching before glancing at Chloe who was looking at her with a silly face. "What?"

"You're a hot mess, Bec." Chloe gestures to Beca's major bed head, causing Beca to walk over to her full length mirror and groan.

"Ugh. This is so not cool."

"It's kind of cute." Chloe shrugs her shoulders, smile plastered on her face as she starts to skip out of the room. "We leave in ten!"


Beca hated her friends. Okay, so no, she really didn't hate her friends, just the predicaments they got her into. Beca, Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey were currently at the studio that the couple had rented out for the indoor parts of the film. They had gone through a table reading, much to Beca's dismay, and now they were walking the half built set, trying to gain a sense for execution of certain scenes.

Beca's heart almost stopped when they presented the set for the kiss; a red couch sitting in a room. Beca pictured herself on that couch, kissing her best friend, and she had to stop herself before her heart beat loud enough for the rest of the crew to hear.

"Okay, so this is the set for the kiss. It's not done yet, we wanted to add color to the walls. How does everyone feel about a soft yellow?" Aubrey asks.

"Why do you care what we think?" Beca quips back, turning into her snarky self once more.

"You're going to be spending a lot of time here and contrary to your beliefs, Mitchell, I want you to be comfortable."

"I think yellow would be perfect. Wouldn't you, Bec? It's a happy color and this is a happy moment for the characters." Chloe beams and Beca loses it again. Because here was Chloe, melting her inside as she had done for the last four years. And Beca couldn't say no to Chloe, no matter how hard she tried.

"Yeah, sure." Beca says, trying to play it of coolly while her heart rate increases at the happy squeal that leaves Chloe's lips.

"Perfect, it's settled then. Why don't we take a break and then do like a rehearsal in a couple of hours?"

"Thank god." Beca mutters as the group heads back into the conference room.

Beca and Chloe take a seat next to each other, flipping over their scripts and making notes while Aubrey and Stacie agreed to go get food for them.


"Do you think it'll work?" Aubrey asks as they get into the car and make their way to the pizza shop.

"I'm hoping so." Stacie chuckles. "Beca's head is so far up her ass that she doesn't even realize that Chloe has it bad for her, too. Come to think of it, I don't even think Chloe realizes it."

"Is it bad that we have ulterior motives?"

"No." Stacie smiles, leaning over to kiss her girlfriend on the cheek. "We're just helping two people who love each other realize that they love each other. I can't take the sexual tension anymore."


Beca taps her pen against the script furiously as she tries to get the thought of having to eventually kiss Chloe out of her head. It's not that Beca wouldn't mind kissing Chloe at all, it's that she knows what will surface when she does and she doesn't know if she can handle the rejection. It was never Beca's intentions to grow feelings for Chloe, but how could she not? Chloe was all things good in the world. When Jesse broke up with her, Chloe stayed in Beca's room all night, holding her and comforting her. She would wipe away Beca's tears when she cried, and told her that Jesse was an asshole and she deserves so much better.

And Beca wholeheartedly believed that. She believed Chloe so much that she started thinking that Chloe was the better she deserved and that better was only a stone's throw away from her bedroom door.

But Beca knew that she could never have what she wanted with Chloe. Chloe was an obvious flirt, but that was her personality. There was no way in hell that she had actual, legitimate feelings for Beca. No way.

(Right?)

"Hey, Bec?"

"Yeah, Chloe?"

"Should we like maybe practice?" Chloe chews on her lower lip nervously. "Like, I want this performance to be as believable as possible."

"Uh- sure. Where do you want to start?"

"The kiss." Chloe says nonchalantly causing Beca's eyes to widen.

"Say what now?"

"Well, like... We have to be comfortable with it. So, why don't we like test it out? Practice makes perfect."

Beca's jigsaw puzzle of a mind had officially been taken apart and scattered around her brain. She didn't know what to say or what to do.

"We- uh- you know- I-." Beca stutters out as she tries to keep herself together.

"Why are you acting funny?" Chloe asks, obliviously. "It's just a kiss, Becs."

A kiss that could change everything, Beca thinks as she slowly regains her composure.

"You're right." Beca tries to say as convincingly possible, though she's not sure if she's trying to convince herself or Chloe mroe. "Actors do it all the time."

"Exactly!" Chloe smiles as she turns to face Beca. "Okay, so like... Kiss me."

"Like now?"

"Yeah, now."

"But your character kisses mine." Beca tries to reason, but to no avail.

"Yeah, but I'm not the one acting like it's a big deal. So, if you take the lead, maybe you'll feel more comfortable." Chloe explains.

"Right. Okay- so like- uhm." Beca pauses. "I'm going to kiss you, I guess."

"Don't guess, just do it."

"Right."

Beca leans forwards and kisses Chloe on the lips, immediately pulling back with an unsure smile on her face.

"What was that?" Chloe asked, her eyebrow arched.

"A kiss."

"I'm not your grandmother, Beca. That was hardly a kiss."

Beca groans loudly. "I kissed you, dude."

"It wasn't believable. We need to be believable." Chloe states sternly. "Again."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Now kiss me like Anna would kiss Brittany." Chloe gestures to the script.

A sigh leaves Beca as she nervously leans forward, her lips shaking as they inch closer to Chloe's. She draws in a deep breath, maybe hoping that holding her breath would allow her to pass out before she has to do the one thing that could change everything; really kiss Chloe. Chloe's eye close when their lips graze and Beca has to refrain from freaking out as she presses her lips tightly against her best friends.

Warm. That's how Beca would describe the feeling of Chloe's lips against hers. They weren't like Jesse's lips at all. No, Chloe had really soft lips and Beca could taste a hint of that Vanilla Mint lip balm Chloe is always putting on. She inhales sharply through her nose, getting a whiff of Chloe's shampoo before holding her eyes shut as tightly as possible. The pit of her stomach felt so warm and Beca knew she was in deep shit. She goes to pull away, but Chloe's hand brushes against her cheek before pulling her closer.

And closer Beca gets, as close as possible without her body pressing against Chloe's. Beca can feel Chloe's tongue swipe across her lower lip, and she loses all sense of coherence. She needs to stop it, she needs to pull away before doing something she regrets. But Chloe's egging her on and Beca can feel her heart beat rapidly in her chest. And then it breaks, it breaks at the realization that Chloe wasn't kissing her for real, that it was just an act to better their acting chemistry.

Beca hurriedly pulls away, trying not to pant loudly as Chloe smiles at her goofily.

"That was better." Chloe grins. "See? It wasn't that bad."

"Yeah. It was nothing." Beca flat out lies.

And that lie couldn't have fooled anyone. Except for the extremely oblivious redhead in front of Beca.