Chloe grabbed one of the trash bags she had up front getting ready to head through the aisle for the final clean up before the passengers disembarked just as Stacie came up to the galley.

"How do you stand your flatmate? If we had been placed together I think I would have quit within the first month," Stacie said rifling through some of the draws and cabinets.

"She's not that bad, really. She just doesn't expect anything less from us than she does from herself. What happened?" Chloe asked, use to helping remind her fellow cabin crew members that Aubrey was in fact not Satan's spawn.

"I know you're right but it would really help if she wasn't so perfect all the stinking time. I accidentally switched a drink order in the back and she acted like I spit on the passenger or something. I was in the middle of fixing it and she came in to "save the day" offering them comment cards and drink tickets if they felt my service wasn't up to their standards," Stacie replied complete with air quotes and everything.

"Well, she's probably just trying to cover us since I gave one of our VIP passengers a shower in her friend's drink order."

Stacie stopped rummaging and looked at Chloe for the first time.

"You did what? Who? What happened? Did they get mad?" Stacie asked, genuinely concerned knowing how Chloe felt about messing up.

"No, nothing like that at all. It was all fine just when we hit that turbulence back there I spilled some Sprite…on someone."

"Oh God, tell me it wasn't Cynthia Rose. Tell me you didn't spray Cynthia Rose."

"Ew, choose a different verb. That just doesn't sound right. No, it was the brunette that she's traveling with. I think she's a musician or something. "

"A musician, huh?" Stacie asked as she slyly leaned back to see the aisle and get a look at the brunette who was sitting with her headphones on and eyes closed. "Yeah, I don't know her. You sure she's the musician? The guy next to her could be."

"You know, I don't really know. I guess I'll have to find that out."

"Find out? You plan on stalking her or something? You already Googled her didn't you? I knew I taught you well."

"No, I haven't Googled her and no, I'm not going to stalk her," Chloe said looking at the other girl listening to her music.

Stacie looked between Chloe and Beca. "Really? Because you're already starting some of the tendencies, complete with a tiny creepy smile."

Chloe cleared her face and looked back at Stacie who was grinning back at her with her eyebrows raised. One nice thing about the situation was that Chloe knew Stacie didn't care what people labeled themselves – gay, straight, fluid, unicorn – didn't matter, Stacie was all about love…or sex…either way, she didn't judge.

"It wasn't a creepy smile."

"You're right, it was a adorable, not creepy at all like Reese in the car from Cruel Intensions."

"That…that's actually kind of a compliment though you didn't mean it that way. I loved when she was trying to get him to laugh and not take himself so seriousl.."

"Anyway, are you looking to get with her? It's not your usual style to get with the passengers. We're not even on a layover but I'll help if you want."

"I actually…have her number already," Chloe said, not sure how much she wanted to divulge right then.

Stacie turned back to her, beaming with pride.

"Look at you, you mover and shaker!"

Now Chloe's cheeks went red

"It wasn't really…I mean I didn't ask…"

"No, no. I am impressed. You have very good taste. Even better if she does end up working in music," Stacie said eyeing the unknowing brunette.

Chloe couldn't help but want to keep Stacie from checking Beca out anymore. One thing she was sure of, she didn't want Stacie on Beca's radar or vice versa.

"Girls! What is the hold up? You should be going through the final pick up," snapped Aubrey bringing both girls to attention.

Neither girl noticed Aubrey making an entrance from the back, smiling and greeting passengers all the while wondering why her crew wasn't seen.

"Sorry, Aubrey, I was just looking for another trash bag. Found it!" Stacie said holding the bag up, giving Aubrey a quick wink making her way through the front cabin. Both Chloe and Aubrey watched as Stacie leaned over to shake hands with Cynthia Rose who gave the tall girl a dazzling smile and the two talked for a couple more seconds before Stacie leaned back and made her way back to economy.

"I don't know what to do with her sometimes. She can be amazing but one day she is going to have someone's husband or wife after her with a knife or something," Aubrey said shaking her head watching the display. Stacie wasn't really doing anything wrong and overall the passengers loved her but Aubrey was always afraid one day she would cross a line.

"You know she's not that bad, Aubrey. She's smart about whom she gets involved with and she just makes everyone else feel a little more important when she talks to them," Chloe said reminding Aubrey of what she already knew.

Aubrey uncrossed her arms and released the breath she perpetually held as she felt the warmth of Chloe rubbing her lower back a little as she passed her. Chloe always knew how to keep her friend calm by the slightest of well timed touches, smiles, or comments. She took it upon herself to make sure the blonde girl didn't freak out unless it was necessary.

The rest of the flight was smooth and aside from smiles and small pleasantries exchanged, the girls didn't talk the rest of the flight. As the passengers started to disembark, Agnes gave Chloe's hand a squeeze and a big smile, both of which Chloe returned.

As Beca approached Chloe, Beca gave her a shy smirk.

"Have a good trip in New York. I hope everything works out well for you. Positive thoughts, okay?" Chloe commented to the shorter girl.

Beca couldn't help how the smirk transformed into a smile. Chloe might actually be the nicest person she has ever come across. She was definitely in the right field of work although Beca could also see her as a hot nurse but she pushed those thoughts out of her head…for now.

"Thank you, we'll definitely try. I'll look forward to telling you about it soon."

Chloe bit her bottom lip instinctively. For all her dorkiness, Beca did have those moments she shined and Chloe liked that she had already experienced that in the short time period with her.

"I look forward to it too. Take care in the mean time, Beca."

Taking in those brilliant blue eyes and soft smile one last time, Beca continued off the plane realizing she was one of those reasons the economy passengers were surely complaining in the back about how long it took to get off the plane. She figured or at least hoped if they knew what she was feeling they'd understand.

Beca made her way up the bridge to the terminal thinking about how those eyes were going to haunt her in her dreams when she felt someone come up along side of her. She turned to see Cynthia Rose next to her.

"You feeling ready for this kid? You need to be focused going into these first meetings. We can have some fun later but you have to feel confident about why we're here."

Beca took a second to collect herself. While she would love to sit and think about Chloe calling her and other things she could be doing with Chloe she had a job to do. The butterflies and anxiety had to take a backseat just now. She looked back at a smiling Cynthia Rose and nodded.

"Alright, good. You already know I think you will be amazing. Let's go show these other people what you can do."

From behind them they could hear Fat Amy make her presence known.

"Team Mitchell is here, New York. Get ready to drop your panties."

Jesse, Beca, and Cynthia Rose all turned to look at Amy with varying expressions playing across their faces.

"What? Too much?" the Aussie asked.

"Yikes," Beca said turning to start this trip, hoping it goes as well as the flight.

"CHEERS!" the team shouted as clinking their glasses together. The group all drank their drinks in celebration of a successful trip. They had a night and an afternoon on their own before heading back to Los Angeles on a red eye flight. They had all decided to head to one of the clubs they had been invited to after one of the meetings. Beca was on her second Captain and Coke and feeling pretty good. She couldn't believe she was on her way to making her first CD and getting some good artists to collaborate with her on some tracks. Cynthia Rose was amazing although she would never take any credit for their success. She kept telling Beca that the goods were all in the music. It was just her job to help the others see that too. Beca couldn't help but think Jesse had done his job as well making sure everything administrative and legal was lining up and done fairly. There was no doubt she had the best team around her that she could have hoped for and she was definitely grateful for that. Her only struggle came at times between meetings when she would check her phone for messages or calls and when a certain pair of eyes seemed to be projected on the back of her own eyelids when she tried to sleep. She got the job done though, that was the main thing. Unfortunately, now that gave her time to stew about what she had put on the back burner earlier. She was trying to keep from torturing herself about what she could have done differently or what she could have said to keep the girl from calling but it was turning into a losing battle tonight. So far no one had brought it up though it was clearly on the girl's mind at down times.

"How's it going there, little one? You still feeling alright? Nobody's blurry yet?" Amy asked sliding onto a seat next to Beca bringing her out of her own thoughts. The Aussie had been feeding the girl shots as much as she could but had only gotten her to successfully take two so far though it wasn't from lack of trying.

"I'm golden, Amy, thanks. How are you doing? Got big plans for the evening?" Beca asked, noticing the blonde had been racking up a few numbers from some of the guys in the club as she went up to the bar. She had noticed Amy kept her eye out on the bouncer though who came in to grab a drink of water from time to time.

"Ahhh, yeah, I don't know yet. I'm keeping my options open, ya know? How about you, Sprite?"

"I really wish you wouldn't call me that."

"Aww but Beca, it fits! You walked around with Sprite on your pants the first day here without even thinking of changing like any normal person would have done and you're cute and tiny like the mythical creatures. I think you're going to have to accept it, Mitchell."

Beca rolled her eyes as she checked her phone for what felt like the millionth time that night. She wasn't sure how she felt about Amy judging what was 'normal'.

"Still no word from Ginger, huh?"

"No, not yet. I mean it was only a couple days ago. I'm sure she's got a crazy schedule, you know? She could be flying anywhere. Plus she could do like, volunteer work on her time off. Or has a sick grandma that needs her to…"

"Yeah, definitely," Amy cut off her rambling before it went too far. "Don't worry about it, Sprite. I don't think your girl will leave you hanging. I was picking up a vibe she was throwing off. I think you've got a shot. In the mean time, you want one of a liquid, drinkable kind?"

Laughing, Beca shook her head and drank her Captain and Coke. Beca never needed to be wasted to enjoy her nights out not that it didn't happen from time to time, but she wanted to enjoy this natural high she had going right now without having to worry about the hang over tomorrow morning.

"Can't blame a girl for trying," Amy said standing up. "Uh oh, here comes Boy Wonder. He is definitely seeing a little blurry. I'm going to let you handle this one solo style," Amy said as she picked up her drink and headed back into the crowd.

"Make good choices!" Beca shouted out to her as she saw the blonde disappear.

Beca looked up to see Jesse making his way to the table she was at, a drink in each hand. He came up to the table and placed both drinks down.

"I got you another drink. You need to be on this level, Beca. It is a celebration for God's sake and you..are THE QUEEN OF MUSIC!" Jesse said increasing in volume until he ended up shouting for all to here. He got a few cheers around him but mostly Beca just laughed at him.

He looked down to see Beca's phone in her hand and shook his head.

"Beca Mitchell…the girl who waited," Jesse said in his best Matt Smith impersonation.

"Well, I started to think you were just a madman with a box," Beca said with a smile and a sad attempt at a Scottish accent, finishing her drink and grabbing one of Jesse's.

"See, this is just one of the many reasons I love you. I do. I love you. And if your Amy Pond doesn't call you it is her loss. I still think she'll call but if she doesn't you don't need her and in a couple months everyone will know who Beca Mitchell is and you can have your pick of the litter!"

"It might be good if she doesn't call. You may run out of famous redheads to compare her to."

"Never! I accept your challenge! I haven't even scratched the surface! I mean cartoons alone I have Ariel, Pebbles, Raggedy Anne, Pippy Longstocking, that little red hair girl from Charlie Brown but I can't think of her name. And let us not forget Jessica Rabbit."

"I think her name was Little Red-Haired Girl, but I take it back. Clearly I have underestimated your nerdiness once again. I apologize," Beca said as she raised her glass to him.

He smiled back and clinked hers as they both felt the table shake under them. Beca looked down and saw an unassigned Los Angeles number appear on the screen of her phone.

"Beca Mitchell, the girl who waited. You've waited long enough," Jesse said with one of the biggest smiles Beca had ever seen him have.