Anonymous prompt:

After the show when Beca improvises and sings bulletproof she goes to work at the radio station and Chloe comes and makes sure she's ok and things take off from there.

Rated: T (just because there is some language and a little hinting towards sex.)

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Beca sat in the sound booth, sulking and replaying the events directly following the semi-finals in her head. What the fuck is Aubrey's problem? She had done the Bellas a favor. Ten seconds into their set, the entire audience was acting like they had all taken horse tranquilizers. They wouldn't have scored as high as they did had she not improvised and added a little flair to their snooze worthy performance. She couldn't figure out why Aubrey was so opposed to trying anything different. The blonde was infuriating. Over and over again, she had tried to offer her help, but she was continuously shot down in her efforts. She honestly didn't even know why she tried as hard as she did.

She regretted that she had taken her frustration out on Chloe when the redhead was only trying to defend her. In fact, Chloe had supported her the whole time. She was constantly trying to reason with Aubrey, trying to make her see that different wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It hadn't done a bit of good. Aubrey was obviously on a one woman mission to sabotage any chance the Bellas had at winning.

None of that mattered now, though. The Bellas hadn't advanced, and even if they had, Beca had walked out on the group. She didn't have any plans on going back either. Beca avoided people for a reason. No matter how hard you try to make things work, they always end badly. Is was a simple fact of life that Beca learned early on. She decided to put all thoughts of the Bellas and a cappella out of her head and focus on the mixes. This was something she understood and could always count on to make sense. No drama, no stress. Just her and her music.

She was pulled away from her work when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She unlocked the screen and opened up the message.

Chloe: Hey. I'm standing outside of the station. Please let me in so we can talk.

Beca let out a frustrated sigh. She wasn't ready to talk to anyone, but she couldn't very well leave the poor girl standing out there. She exited the sound booth and made her way over. As she approached the door she saw Chloe standing there. Catching sight of Beca, she smiled gently and gave an unsure wave. Beca unlocked the door and held it open for Chloe.

"Hey…" Chloe said timidly.

"Hey." Beca responded. An awkward and tense silence hung in the air. "Listen, if you're here to try and get me to come back to the Bellas, it's not going to work."

"That's not the reason I'm here." Chloe assured. "I just… I wanted to see how you were doing. I feel really bad about Aubrey attacking you like she did…"

"You have nothing to feel bad for." Beca shook her head slightly. "You don't control what Aubrey does. In fact, I'm the one that should feel bad. Not about semi-finals, but how I treated you. I didn't mean to lash out at you. I was just incredibly pissed at Aubrey and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

Chloe gave Beca a small smile. "It's ok. I understand why you did it. Anyways, you're right. I don't get to have an opinion in the group. As much as I love Aubrey, sometimes it's really hard to be her friend. She has to take control of everything, and if you have an opinion that's different from hers, it automatically becomes an opinion you're not allowed to have. It's always been that way. I'm constantly living in her shadow. I've supported her for years and never once complained. Some days I just feel underappreciated and taken for granted." Chloe massaged her throat with a pained expression.

"Hey, are you ok?" Beca asked worriedly.

"Yeah, my nodes have just been hurting worse lately. In a way, it's kind of a good thing the season is over for the Bellas. The strain on my voice has really taken a toll." Chloe said sadly.

Beca wasn't sure why, but she felt the unusual need to reach out and touch the other woman. Perhaps to try and give her comfort or to ease her pain. As if it had suddenly developed a mind of its own, she felt her hand tentatively makes its way up to Chloe's neck and stroke the smooth skin around her throat. Chloe brought her head up to gaze at Beca. Somehow, the two women had ended up gravitating towards each other until there was little space left between them.

Without warning, Chloe surged forward and connected her lips with Beca's, taking the brunette by complete surprise. Beca stood there, too stunned to do anything. Chloe jerked back suddenly, her eyes wide. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did that. I… I should go." Chloe spun around and quickly started making her way towards the exit.

Beca finally broke out of her stupor, jogging to catch up with the older woman. "Chloe… wait!" Beca grabbed Chloe's arm, turning the woman around to face her. Placing a hand on each side of Chloe's head, she pulled the taller woman into a passionate kiss. Beca felt Chloe's tongue slide across her bottom lip, begging for entrance, which she happily granted. Beca slid her hands over the soft curve of Chloe's hips, reaching down to cup the woman's firm ass.

When they finally broke apart, Beca looked at Chloe with an unsure expression. "So where does this leave us now?" she asked.

"I'm not really sure… but it's something we can talk about tomorrow. Right now I can think of a few things that I would much rather be doing." Chloe said, She grabbed Beca gently by the wrist, leading them into the sound booth and locking the door behind them. Turning around to face Beca, she pushed the shorter woman down into the office chair and straddled the DJ's hips.

Beca stared up at the redhead with an unmistakable glint of desire in her eyes. "Yep, tomorrow definitely works for me…"