A/N: And again a sweet little prompt from my friend "50 shades of Pitch Perfect"! Hope you guys like it! R&R! And not to forget: I don't own anything!
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Dance Moves
It felt wrong. Everything just felt wrong. The songs she had put together (for god's sake why had she chosen these songs?!) to the choreography which Chloe was about to fill with hula hoops, glow sticks and fire crackers. What was happening here?!
And now to top it all, she found herself pressed against her best friend who wanted to "get her into the right swing" for the dance.
Beca shuddered. This was not good! She couldn't concentrate on anything when being so fucking close to Chloe. She had trouble controlling her feelings around the red head for a while now, even Jesse was noticing something. And of course all the other Bellas, who she was sure, were taking bets on her.
She felt Chloe's hands on her hips. "Don't be so stiff Becs! Have you swallowed a stick?!" Beca started to feel sick. The heat from the spotlights, CRs rotating fire crackers in the corner and Chloe's close proximity created a heat that made her dazed and nauseous. She trembled slightly forward just to get away from Chloe, but she caught her wrist in a firm grip. "You OK?" A worried look appeared on her face. Her voice sounded damped and Beca felt like walking on cushions. The room was spinning and then everything turned black.
As she opened her eyes again she was greeted by radiant blue ones that looked worried but relief. "Hey sweetie! How do you feel?" Chloe held out a glass of water to Beca which she took gratefully and emptied it in one gulp. "Better" she whispered. Chloe took the smaller girls hands that were covering her face. "Becs, is there something you wanna tell me?" and as she looked up again in the blues of her best friend, she knew she lost the battle before even starting it.
Beca sighed, tears were stinging in her eyes. She couldn't stand that look of sincerity on the redheads face. So she let the tears fall, and as freely as they streamed down her pale cheeks, so freely were the words bubbling out of her mouth. She had repeated them in her head so many times now.
Chloe sat there, holding Beca's hands in hers, her thumb drawing the infinity sign again and again on her palm.
Beca laid all her feelings for the elder girl before her, all her confusion, all her fear. And Chloe listened. Silent tears rolling down her own cheeks, but combined with a smile so genuine, it reassured Beca that she finally had done the right thing. She felt the nausea fade.
As she finished she looked up at her best friend and to the sincerity had come a love that made Beca feel at home and lost at the same time.
"Say something, please" her voice had gotten small again and unsure. But the redhead only lifted her chin and pressed her lips to Beca's. In this kiss was all Beca needed for an answer. Love, understanding, gratitude and the feeling that Chloe was hers now. Forever.