Beca awoke to the sound of her alarm blaring in her ears, not the most ideal way to wake up but at least she had another day to live. Today was a day Beca wished she could skip, just push the fast forward button and not look back. Yes, she was angry but it wasn't Chloes fault that her family had decided to share their concerns. These days society had a way of changing people's mind without them being able to think for themselves - which is why Becas family acted like such jerks. Well that and sometimes they were jerks.. Who cares if she was marrying a woman? Her 34 year old cousin was still single and living with a friend that was already married. As long as she's happy and healthy right? That's what parents promise to their children as they grow up "I will love you no matter what, I just want you to be happy and healthy". At least her parents accepted her, the rest of her family could go screw themselves for all she cared.

Angry and upset that Chloe had to leave she climbed out of bed not noticing that she was the only one in the room and that Chloes bags were already gone. Her feet felt heavy today, like she was carrying an extra 20 pounds but she knew that it was all anger inside of her from earlier events in the week. She brushed her teeth in silence hoping that she wouldn't have to explain to her mother why Chloe was flying back to LA, although she could make up some excuse about her needing to be back in the classroom. Today, she didn't care what she looked like, she just wanted Chloe to stay and she knew that as much as she begged it wouldn't happen. She threw on a pair of light skinny jeans, a baggy white shirt that had a small black stain on it from a pen that exploded during Bellas practice her first year and her favorite black boots. After lacing up her boots she stood in front of the full length mirror to make sure she didn't look like total crap and that's when she saw the note.

The corners of the paper were folded various times and ripped along the edges. Her name was carefully written in cursive on the center of the folded paper. The little piece of tape that held it to the mirror had a slight imprint of Chloes thumb - Beca would later thank Fat Amy for her marathon re-runs of CSI. Taking a deep breath she snatched the note from the mirror, fear and anger already pouring through her. She unfolded the paper carefully and began reading the handwriting that filled up the page.

"Beca,

After you went upstairs last night your mom and I started talking. I told her what my family said and she understood why I had to fly back home. She said that no matter what she was happy for us. Today you probably woke up ready to drive me to the airport and ask me to say, which you know I would always say yes. But your mom got up to take me early instead. I left you pancakes downstairs in the microwave and I'm sure there's coffee. I want you to stay with your mom for a few more days, it'll be good for us to be apart. I have some things I need to think about anyway. I'll text you when I land.

Love you."

Beca had to read it twice to make sure that she understood it all. Chloe already left without saying goodbye. Her mother drove her to the airport. There's pancakes but no Chloe. If she asked to stay she would have said yes. She needs to think about things? Good for us to spend time apart? Beca was confused and now slightly angrier that her mother took her fiance to the airport without letting her know. This is not how she thought her morning would go. She took her boots off and slowly got back in bed. Maybe going back to sleep would help her deal with things better when she woke up.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, now and until your souls descend to heaven together?" Cynthia Rose turned to Beca to make sure that she heard her question.

"Hell yes! Er, I mean heck yes your honor." Chloe laughed as Beca became flustered since she really wasn't paying attention to anything but her almost bride standing across from her.

"Chloe, do you take this woman to be your wife, now and until your souls descend to heaven together?" CR could see Fat Amy recreating the scene from Napoleon Dynamite where he made butterflies with his hands. If she had something to throw at her, she would.

"Yes, totes." Chloe smiled at Beca, causing the shorter girl to blush.

"Well if none of y'all say anything I guess I'll have to marry these two. Anybody have anything to say?" CR exchanged looks between Beca and Chloe, the seemed to be content with their answers from the questions before. The room was quiet and Beca could feel herself starting to relax, since they were seconds from being married.

"I do." Becas aunt stood up, followed by her uncle and her two cousins. All agreeing that they had something to say. That they objected to these two getting married.

"I do as well." Chloes dad stood up and gave Chloe an apologetic smile. "As much as I would love to see you two get married I'm afraid that your family isn't accepting of Chloe and I don't want her to have to deal with that her whole life. I'm sorry Beca." He stood up from his place on the pew and started walking towards Chloe with his hand reaching out for her.

Everyone was frozen. Beca couldnt believe that this was happening, that everyone waited last second to say "No you can't have this person". They waited to embarrass her in front of her friends, in front of the Bellas and in front of Chloe. How could they do that? Before she could collect her thoughts her hands that were holding so firmly onto Chloes dropped to her side. The room was filled with silence as Chloe took her fathers hand and stepped down from the alter. Aubrey was the first one to break the silence and honestly Beca wasn't surprised.

"Beca! Get off your ass and do something!" Aubrey was practically shaking her but Beca just stood still, afraid to move or breathe. How could their family do this? Everything was so wrong. Before Beca could say anything Chloe and her father were already out the door.

"Beca what did you do? You let her walk away… for the second time. Good job Hobbit." Aubrey was furious and she had every right to be, she just watched her best friend walk away from someone who agreed to marry her yet did not fight for her. The guests exited the church, leaving Beca still standing on the alter. When the final guest left she thought she heard music playing, of course they were celebrating they didn't want this to happen in the first place.

The music kept getting louder and louder until Beca awoke from her nightmare to her mother calling her. She was sweating and her body felt as if she were trapped in quicksand. She shut her phone off, ignoring the call and looked up at the ceiling.

"Thank god that was a dream." She slowly jumped out of bed knowing exactly what she had to do before she went back to LA.