- hey y'all. here's part three. short again, i apologise. thanks to everyone for reviewing/favouriting/following and reading it in general. let me know if you like this part. i write it in intervals so i'm never sure where it's going until it's already there. thanks again and enjoy.

As Chloe stood, about to knock on the door to Beca's dorm, her heart fluttered anxiously and she had to take a deep breath. Nervousness, butterflies, were not things that Chloe Beale was accustomed to feeling. She was always calm and confident, but something about Beca broke her down. She knocked once – twice – before realizing that she had been so wrapped up in everything that was going on that she had forgotten to even respond to Beca's text. Even though it was the small girl's idea for her to come over, Chloe was still ultimately showing up unannounced. What if Beca was just being cute by sending the text and didn't really want Chloe's company? The door swinging open suddenly startled Chloe out of her worries.

"You actually came," Beca said, looking surprised but pleased.

"Should I not have? I just realized that I didn't get back to you. I was talking to Aubrey and thinking about things and all of a sudden I was just on my way over without even being sure if you really wanted me to be." Chloe had never been good at hiding her feelings.

"You're rambling. You okay?" Beca asked, leading her into the room finally and shutting the door behind them. "Are you nervous? I've never seen you like this," she admitted, tentatively sitting on the edge of her bed and motioning for Chloe to join her.

"I don't know what I am. Maybe I'm nervous," she shrugged, sitting next to Beca, but not too near.

Suddenly Beca was nervous. Maybe Chloe had decided that she had made a mistake regarding her feelings for her. Actually, now that Beca thought about it, Chloe never technically said that she had any feelings for her at all. She had told Chloe that she liked her, but Chloe had not verbally reciprocated. Technically. Maybe she'd had this wrong all along. She stood and began to pace as her fears overwhelmed her. It was Chloe's turn to worry.

"So, I mean, you said you were thinking about things. What kind of things? Good things or bad things?" Beca asked, subconsciously pulling on the hem of her shirt as she avoided Chloe's eyes.

"Now you seem nervous," Chloe chuckled, rising from the bed and approaching Beca, but the girl was still a pacing, moving target.

"I am!" Beca blurted out, hating that her weakness was showing so openly.

"Why?" Chloe asked softly, wrapping her fingers around Beca's wrist gently, stopping the girl.

"I- I'm confused, I guess. And overanalyzing everything," Beca admitted, flopping back onto her bed, frustrated with herself.

"I know. Me too, kind of," Chloe told her, lying down on the bed next to her, making a point to keep her distance. Now was not the time for overbearing, no-boundaries Chloe. She didn't want to scare Beca off, especially if the girl was scared to begin with. "I told Aubrey," she said suddenly, looking at the ceiling nervously as she awaited a response.

"Told her what?" Beca asked, sincerely not having a clue.

"That I like you."

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Beca was shocked. Shocked was an understatement. Well, she guessed that answered her question about Chloe doubting her feelings. It answered a lot of questions about Chloe's sincerity. For Chloe to have told Aubrey implied that this was more than just a potentially fleeting feeling. Beca smiled.

"Why?" She wasn't sure why that's what came out of her mouth, out of all the wonderful, loving thoughts floating around in there.

"Are you mad? I didn't even really mean to. I mean, it's not like I decided I was going to tell her or anything. We were just talking about you and I fighting and it just sort of came out naturally. I'm sorry—"

"Chlo?" Beca stopped her ramble gently. "I'm not mad at all. I'm…the opposite of mad. It actually really means a lot to me that you told her," Beca smiled, reaching across the space between them on the bed and lacing her fingers softly with Chloe's.

"Really?" Chloe beamed.

"Really really," Beca squeezed her hand and pulled the girl closer to her, so her head rested on Beca's shoulder. "How'd she take it?" Beca had to ask.

"Well," Chloe nodded. "Frighteningly well, to be honest. I think part of her always knew."

"She wasn't mad?" Beca was surprised. Maybe she hadn't given Aubrey enough credit in the best friend department.

"Not mad at all. Happy, I think. But she like asked way too many questions and wants to know stuff that might be weird to discuss with her," Chloe admitted, scrunching up her nose and nuzzling Beca's neck.

Beca smiled at the feeling. "Like what?"
"Like if we kissed yet," Chloe blushed slightly. "And when you texted me tonight, if it was a booty call," she laughed.

"A booty call?!" Beca burst out laughing before her face suddenly became serious. She propped herself up on her elbow. "Oh, God. That's not what you thought, was it?" she asked, embarrassed.

"Beca! No! We haven't even kissed. I hoped it might be a snuggle call," Chloe smiled widely, pulling Beca back into her and wrapping her arm around her waist.

"Only a snuggle call?" Beca waggled her eyebrows, earning a giggle from Chloe.

"Maybe a kisses and snuggles call…" Chloe bit her lip, looking away from Beca shyly. "If that's what you wanted."

Chloe kept her eyes averted, unsure if she had made Beca uncomfortable. She didn't want to push the girl and she honestly didn't know where their lines were drawn at this point. Beca smiled down at the girl, feeling a warmth rise up in her cheeks as she stared at Chloe's lips, the bottom of which was still grasped lightly between her teeth, in a way keeping the girl from saying any more.

Without warning or overanalyzing, Beca's head dipped down to reach Chloe's lips, brushing gently as the redhead let out a small gasp of surprise at the contact, which only made Beca surge further. She pulled Chloe's bottom lip softly between her own and she felt Chloe's hands make their way up to her neck, pulling her in and holding her there as the kiss deepened. Beca's fingers traced around the skin of Chloe's hipbone where her t-shirt and pants didn't quite meet. Beca found herself wondering how the skin would taste. As she felt Chloe's tongue brush against her lips, this time, Beca gasped. She assumed a part of her would start to freak out at this point- she hadn't kissed many people, let alone girls- but the feelings coursing through her were too wonderfully overwhelming for her to feel any fear. She grasped Chloe's hips and rolled the girl on top of her, and Chloe, wide-eyed, pulled away from her lips for the first time.

"Shit, Beca," Chloe breathed out, causing Beca to erupt into laughter.

"Well put," Beca laughed.

Chloe took a deep breath and rested her head onto Beca's chest, feeling as both of their hearts pounded and chests heaved. Beca ran her fingers through Chloe's hair and thought about how that simple action had essentially led to all of this. What a day. Had she known what simply expressing her feelings without fear would get her, she would have played with Chloe's hair a long time ago.

"Just so you know I wasn't… I mean, I didn't want to pull away from you," Chloe said, looking up into Beca's eyes.

Beca smiled down at the girl, whose disheveled red hair was making her stomach do little excited flips. "I know."

"I want to do this right," Chloe admitted.

"So we can't make out?" Beca joked, letting out a chuckle.

"Oh no, we can," Chloe grinned widely. "But at that rate this would have turned into a booty call," she laughed.