A/N: Hey, guys. Thanks to everyone who's followed this story. I really hope you like this chapter. Please, please, please leave some reviews. No one has left any for the past few chapters and it's really put a damper on my mood for writing this. Thank you! Here's Chapter 6!

It had been a month since Chloe moved in with Beca. Everything seemed like it was back in college. She stayed with her best friend and continued to refuse to sleep without Beca. Eventually the younger woman gave up on protesting, secretly looking forward to being enveloped in the redhead's embrace.

Every weekend they would go to the club Beca worked at, even when the DJ wasn't working, and had a good time. With every passing day, both girls were finding it difficult to control their actions as they both had feelings for each other. Unfortunately, both were blind to the other girl's feelings. They were just now getting back from the club.

"Becaaa," Chloe called from the kitchen, grabbing a couple bottles of beer from the fridge, "Where's the bottle opener?" Her words were slurred.

The brunette giggled as she stumbled from her bedroom. She'd changed into a t-shirt and basketball shorts, "It's over here," she opened a drawer and got it out, "Go change if you want, I got it." Chloe handed her friend the bottles and went to change while Beca opened the beer.

The redhead came back out wearing only a tank top and a piece of fabric that could barely be called underwear. Beca nearly choked, quickly playing it off as a cough and handing one of the open bottles to Chloe, "Thank you," the redhead grinned.

"Why aren't you wearing pants?" Beca asked as Chloe took a quick drink.

"Why are you?" the older woman laughed, walking towards the couch, "Put some music on Becaaa."

The shorter girl giggled, "Okay, okay." She walked to her laptop and hit shuffle on her playlist.

The redhead stood up and started dancing, swaying her hips to the music. Beca sat on the couch, sipping at her beer every so often as she watched her friend dance, "Hey, come dance with me," Chloe walked towards her, slightly seductively, holding her hand out to help her friend up off the couch.

Beca bit her lip, "I don't know, Chlo. I can't really dance."

"I'll teach you," the ginger grabbed her hand and pulled her up swiftly, making Beca spill some beer on her arm.

"Damn it, Chloe," the DJ sighed, turning to head to the kitchen and grab a paper towel.

The ginger just giggled, grabbing Beca's arm, "I got it." She licked the liquid off her arm, "There...all gone."

"Gross, Chloe!" the brunette pushed her away, wiping her arm off. She downed the rest of her beer quickly and went to through the bottle away, trying to hide her blush.

Chloe continued to dance wildly in the living room. Beca smiled as she watched the older woman, "Becaaaaa, come back to meeee!" the ginger called.

"I'm coming," Beca replied. Before she could sit down, Chloe grabbed her arms, making her dance, "Ugh Chlo, I don't want to dance!"

"Please just dance with me for once," Chloe begged, "You never dance with me at the club."

"Yeah, but that's only 'cause you're always grinding up on some guy," she pulled her arms away from her, crossing them. The younger woman felt jealousy bubble up within her.

"Beca Mitchell, are you jealous?" Chloe smirked.

"What? N-no," Beca looked away.

"You're jealous!" the redhead poked her in the side.

Beca squealed, "No, stop it!"

"Oh, and you're ticklish too?" the older woman laughed, poking at her side again.

The brunette slapped her hand away, "No, I'm not," she tried hiding her laugh. With a smirk, Chloe tackled Beca and began to tickle her relentlessly, "Chloe...no! Stoooooop...please!" she begged between fits of laughter. Eventually, she was able to grab the ginger's arms and flip them over so she was on top, pinning her friend down.

Beca stared into the other woman's eyes, her chest heaving from trying to catch her breath, "Beca?" Chloe was staring right back at her.

"What?" Beca asked. The ginger continued to stare, looking back and forth between her eyes, "What?" the younger woman repeated.

Chloe let her eyes travel to Beca's lips, "Kiss me."

The DJ looked at her friend for a moment and laughed, "Chloe, you're drunk." She started to sit up, letting Chloe's arms go. In that moment, the taller woman pulled Beca back down to her and crashed their lips together. Beca tensed, pulling away, "Chloe, what the hell?" she was blushing furiously and her heart was pounding. She hadn't wanted to stop, but she knew her friend was drunk and it wouldn't be right.

"Beca, I love you," Chloe blurted out, her eyes widening at her own words.

"I think you need to go to bed. You're drunk and you don't know what you're saying," Beca frowned.

"Beca, I'm serious. I know you feel the same," Chloe searched Beca's eyes, "I have since college. Ever since I first met you, but you ended up with Jesse so I stayed with Tom."

"I...you don't know what you're talking about, come on," she tried getting up again.

Chloe pulled her back down, "Beca, please. Don't tell me that you don't feel the same. I can see it in your eyes."

Beca looked away from the girl still underneath her, "You're-" she was cut off by Chloe pulling her back down, stopping her just before their lips met.

"Tell me you don't love me and I'll stop," Chloe whispered.

The shorter woman shuttered as the redhead's breath danced across her lips, "I can't tell you that," she matched Chloe's tone.

"Then trust me," the ginger whispered again before closing the gap between them.

Beca finally let herself relax, realizing Chloe was serious. She used one arm to keep herself propped up and the other to cup Chloe's cheek as their lips moved in sync. Chloe tangled on of her hands in the younger woman's hair, the other snaking its way around her waist, deepening the kiss. Beca quietly moaned before breaking apart for air. Her heart continued to pound in her chest and she could feel Chloe's beating just as hard.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this," she gasped.

Chloe gave her a confused look, "How long? I've only been here a month."

"Believe it or not, I thought the same thing, but you had Tom so I went to Jesse. I guess that was a mistake, huh?" Beca chuckled.

"Yes, it was," Chloe looked up at her.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything," Beca apologized.

"Oh shut up," Chloe closed the gap between them once again, happy that the girl she loved actually loved her back.