A/N: Ok, I know I've been kind of totally horrible with uploading this, and I'm really sorry... My lame excuse is that I didn't want to rush the creative process. So yeah. But I hope you guys like this chapter (as in hope it was worth the wait!). Thanks for all the support, especially the reviews. Everything is seriously great. You're all awesome.

"And the weather in New York City is looking mostly clear with a few scattered showers throughout the day. We'll be landing in about five minutes, I hope you've enjoyed your flight with us today." The voice over the intercom continued as Beca breathed a big sigh of relief. The flight had been awful… to put it mildly, that is. You see, it hadn't been until after she'd got on the plane that Beca remembered one tiny flaw in the plan- that she hated flying. But, as luck would have it, by then it was too late for her to get off. She was left with no choice but to grin and bear it and to try not to pull an 'Aubrey' during the flight.

As well as this, with every mile closer to New York, her plan was feeling more and more ridiculous. She was travelling halfway across the country for a girl she hadn't even talked to in five years… because of what? Because she'd had a feeling?

The truth was, she was chasing after a girl who had never even shown any interest in her, one who was presumably straight, and probably in a relationship.

And to add insult to injury, Beca knew that there was no evidence that she ever even so much as crossed Chloe's mind. Even if she did, she knew it was probably fleeting and not half as much as Chloe was featured in her thoughts.

So she couldn't help the scowl that was on her face whenever she thought about what she was doing. And the thing is, it was so not like her. Beca was definitely not the sort of girl to just drop everything and pursue someone who was nothing but a memory just on a whim. If you'd have told her three weeks ago that she was going to be sitting here, in the predicament that she was in, she would've laughed in your face and told you that you must have been smoking something really weird. She would never have believed you, because she just wasn't that girl.

But yet, here she was, chasing after the redhead who'd appeared in her life and turned it upside down without so much as a second thought. The whirlwind girl who had the ability to send Beca's body into a nervous breakdown with nothing but a smile…

After the flight that seemed like way too long for comfort, or even discomfort for that matter, they were finally landing, and Beca felt that familiar rush of excitement pulsing through her body at the thought that Chloe was somewhere close by. Ok, well not exactly close by, but she was finally in the same state as Beca and that was good enough for the brunette. As she disembarked the plane, her legs albeit a little shaky because the nausea she'd been experiencing hadn't subsided yet, the exhausted grimace that had been on her face grew into a tentative grin and she couldn't help the little bit of spring that had found its way into her step. She knew she should have been scoffing at that, because honestly, who even uses the phrase 'spring in their step' anymore, aside from cheap crap-ass romance novels? She knew that this whole debacle was totally cliché and sounded like one of those stupid Disney movies she'd avoided as a child, you know the whole 'braving the seas and deserts, defeating horrible foes and enemies, all to find the lost love of years past' idea, but she knew also at the same time that this was what made Chloe worth it.

Because, if it were anyone else, she wouldn't even think about flying across the country to see them. She wouldn't blow off the god knows how many clients that she would by leaving, and most of all, she definitely wouldn't be jeopardizing her badass reputation for just anyone. Beca was the kind of girl who thought that love was nothing but an unachievable ideal that the media had created so that they could sell stuff. She was the type who thought it was a great idea in theory, sure, but one who'd seen one too many broken hearts to believe in it as a reality.

So that's how she knew Chloe was different from anyone else. The fact that the redhead had managed to make Beca think about what their first date would be like, on the lucky day that Beca ever managed to score going on that with Chloe. The fact that Beca had wondered what it would feel like to kiss Chloe, to dance with Chloe, to tell the redhead that she loved her. Hell, the older woman had even got the DJ musing about what it would be like to spend the rest of their lives together.

Never, with anyone else, would Beca think about love as anything other than a distraction. But with Chloe, it was the opposite of a distraction- it was this wonderful thing that made Beca feel like she could do anything, that made her feel a hundred times better from nothing but the thought of Chloe's smile, and the thing that made Beca sure that she'd do whatever it took to one day feel with Chloe.

Three hours later, Beca was unpacking her clothes in the hotel she'd found, which was situated right in the heart of New York, when her phone's screen sprang to life with a call. She chuckled to herself as she crossed the room and heard the familiar "Danger! Danger!" ringtone that she'd assigned to her P.A. once when she was drunk and never got around to changing. She tapped the 'Answer' button and soon the shrill tones of Aubrey Posen were gracing her ears.

"Beca Mitchell! What the hell do you think you're doing? This is a mistake of aca-abominable proportions!" She shrieked, and Beca winced and held the phone a little further from her ear. "For serious, Beca, what the fuck is going on?"

Beca chuckled. "Aubrey, calm down. It's just New York. I can still do my work from here. Hell, I can even get new contacts for my next album."

Aubrey scoffed. "Beca, don't for one second try to sell me that bullshit that you've gone to New York for any reason other than Chloe Beale."

Beca bit her lip. "I'm not…. I mean, I uh- fine. Ok. Whatever. I came for Chloe." She mumbled, frowning at how well Aubrey knew her.

"I totally knew it. Stacie, I was right. I told you I'd be right!" Beca rolled her eyes when she heard Aubrey talking to their receptionist. Of course her whole company had to get involved in her personal matters. Because that wasn't unprofessional. Not at all.

"Uh, Aubrey, would you mind telling me why you called? I kind of have a girl to charm here." Beca reminded Aubrey.

"Well, for starters there was the whole fiasco where you up and left the state without telling me, but I also wanted to tell you that Florence and the Machine called yesterday and she wants to work with you."

Beca's eyebrows shot up and her mouth formed an 'o'. "Are you shitting me?" She asked.

Aubrey giggled. "Nope. She's going to be in town on the 25th, and her manager called and told me that she liked your last album and wants to do a song with you."

Beca was rendered speechless. "I… Really? Holy shit Aubrey, that's kind of like a dream come true."

Aubrey smirked. "I know right? But you know what that means, don't you?"

Beca sighed. "I have to be back by then. I know. But that only gives me two weeks here. How am I supposed to just show up in Chloe's life again after all these years without so much as a hello before I drop the bombshell that I'm in love with her?" She groaned.

"Well, I hate to break it to you Beca, but she probably already knew, you were totally obvious about it." Aubrey stated in her usual matter-of-fact tone.

Beca blushed, but tried to cover up her embarrassment by shooting a "fuck you" back at Aubrey.

"Aw, thanks sweetie, I'll miss you too." Aubrey replied, her grin not faltering at all- she and Beca always said stuff like that to each other, but they were still best friends and never really meant it.

Beca rolled her eyes, silent for a bit before muttering, "Was it really that obvious?" in a small voice.

Aubrey sighed. "Hon, we were going to have to hold a toner intervention for you at one stage." Beca scowled. "But don't worry, I think she had the hots for you, too. After you guys did that mash-up together in the pool, it was all she sang for like three weeks."

Beca grinned. "Really?"

"Sure." Aubrey replied. She thought for a moment. "Hey Beca?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you really serious about all this?" Aubrey asked gently.

"I am. I think… I think I might be in love with her." Beca admitted, scuffing the toe of her shoe against the carpet lining the floors of her expensive suite.

"Well okay, then. I'll see what I can do." Aubrey told her, and hung up before Beca could finish asking her what the hell she meant. Beca sighed, lying down on her bed. She stared up at the ceiling. Was this really a good idea?

After thinking about it for a while, she decided that she would really never know until she tried. So she decided to go for it. Chloe was worth anything that could go wrong along the way.

So, as she worked her bottom lip through her teeth nervously, Beca sent a text to Chloe, hoping the number she'd had five years earlier was the right one.

Hey Chloe, it's me. Uh, Beca. Beca, Mitchell, that is, in case you don't remember me. I was just wondering, how are you? I know it's been a while, and I'm sorry I was really shitty with communication, I just got really busy with my work and stuff. I just wanted to tell you that I kind of miss you.