A/N Hey guys. Sorry for the late update. I'm not really sure there's a schedule but I felt late...ha! Work has been kicking my ass, but I wanted to sneak a little something in. It is a little shorter than I wanted however I promise we are going on a grand trip. Let me know if it's okay. I appreciate it so much, you're motivating me more than you know! H

Chapter 3 Creatively Frustrated

"Could you, maybe, pipe down a little bit? It's really hard to walk around out here with you thinking so loud."

Beca looked up from her daze to a lingering red head.

"It's incredibly distracting."

Beca let out a small laugh and shook her head.

"What… do you need incredible laser-focus to take a few steps? If that's the case, then I'm really sorry, bro."

"You don't know me, Beca Mitchell. You have no idea what I'm up to." Chloe smirked, then wiggled her body as if to say 'yes I am indeed, all that.'

Beca threw up her hands to surrender.

"You're absolutely right, as always. You are a mystery, Beale."

Chloe giggled quietly and held her hands behind her back. She stood looking at Beca like an eager child.

The two of them fell into silence as Beca took a sip from her solo cup. It was a common occurrence for the small DJ to wander outside of the party. It was beginning to become a common occurrence for one Chloe Beale to step outside to find her. Neither of them, however, picked up on this it seemed.

Chloe tilted her head, staring at the small brunette who was slouched on the porch steps of the house in which they were partying. She didn't want to be the first one to give in however. Chloe never seemed to give up though, and she used her body language to suggest that she was waiting for a response from Beca. Beca looked back over to the cheery girl and pursed her lips. She took another sip of her beer and looked away again. Chloe narrowed her eyes on Beca and bit her lip. She then looked away herself, somewhat dramatically, and quite noticeably sighed.

"What, Chlo?"

"What's on your mind, Becs? You seem so far away lately."

Beca sighed and took yet another drink.

"Are you okay, Beca?" Chloe said, finally giving in and taking a seat next to her.

Beca was suddenly hit with Chloe's sweet scent—what the fuck was her perfume? It was amazing. Beca smiled and looked out. Her best friend was quite something.

"I'm pretty good, actually."

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Beca slightly cringed at her own words and adjusted her posture.

"No, I'm okay. Just a bit distracted I guess."

"Yeah I can tell. What's up? Are you working on those mixes you mentioned last week? Any progress?"

Beca remembered that she had been lying to Chloe, but it wasn't so terrible. She was stuck, creatively. Yes. That was a thing. That was currently happening. Whether it was writer's block or…DJ…Block…well…wait—is there a word for a musician being stuck? SHE WAS STUCK.

She was pretty bummed that she still didn't make a huge impression with her guilt-driving Guest. The biggest thing on Beca's mind was how to proceed with her third chapter. She didn't want to rush it; however she was worried it was all a bit lack-luster. She then instantly became worried that this was taking over her time and thought-process. She was all about the music—not writing. Not a romance. Not a lesbian romance. She truly could not work herself out of the odd little funk that her Fan Fiction had driven her in to.

"Yeah. I hate being stuck you know? I have a big picture, a big image and idea of what I want the end result to be—it's just getting there. It's harder than I thought." Beca said, placing her cup down between her feet.

"Well, such is life, right? You just have to be present for the 'working it out' part." Chloe said quietly. "You can't wish your life away. You can't wish to be at the end point. What will you have to reflect back on?"

Beca let out a quiet laugh.

"You are quite the wise one, Beale."

"I care about you." Chloe said, point-blank.

With this, Beca felt a bit of an unhinging turn in her stomach. She couldn't quite figure out what that was exactly, but it was something that went through her—she was very aware of that at least.

"Whatever motivation, whatever inspiration you need, I want to help you with that." Chloe said, looking away slowly—as if following a fading thought with her eyes.

Beca wasn't sure what she meant by that, and something seemed to startle her by that. It wasn't like Chloe was scary by any means, but something seemed to really instill itself within Beca when Chloe said that. It stayed with her.

"Baby, you need to get your ass in here!"

The two girls suddenly whipped around to see Jesse stepping out of the house.

"I need my girl to show off her dance moves!"

Chloe laughed to herself and shook her head. She seemed to get annoyed somehow; at least that's how Beca took it.

"Hey babe. Sorry. I just needed some air."

Chloe looked away as Beca turned around to reply to her boyfriend. Beca stood up and grabbed her cup that had a little bit of beer left.

"Let me just get another drink, God knows I will need it if I am going to shut this party down with my moves…" Beca said with an incredible amount of sarcasm.

"Come find me, beautiful." Jesse said, quickly turning back in to the house. He was having a great time and was pretty blitzed by this point as well.

Beca began to step up the stairs and realized how quiet Chloe had become. Beca looked down at the girl next to her feet and noticed she was looking away again.

"Hey Beale, you're coming right?"

After a bit of a pause, Chloe turned her head and quickly popped up next to the DJ. She formed that magical smile of hers that was somewhat of a trademark.

"I just need my jiggle-juice." She said in a lower register, her eyes darker somehow. Chloe then took Beca's cup from her hands and downed the last bit of Beca's beer. She handed the empty cup back to Beca—who was looking at her with wider eyes and a cocked eyebrow.

"Yummy." Chloe whispered, moving into the house leaving Beca alone once again.

Continue, continue, continue.

Beca kept saying this to herself as she walked back to her dorm room later than night. She had decided to leave the party shortly after her exchange with Chloe and Jesse on the porch. She had gone in for a bit, but quickly felt the urge to get to her computer. She had quite a few drinks and was walking a bit all over the place. She was determined to get in her bed and write again. It had been just over a week, and if anything, if she just tried, then maybe something would come out. This time felt a little different, however.

When she went back in to the party, she decided to take a shot with Fat Amy and actually try to dance a bit with the gang. Normally she stayed safe by swaying on the sidelines, and this time was no different. As she began to indulge her boyfriend by participating, she was quickly surprised when he took her by the hips and brought her out into the middle of the floor. Jesse pulled her in close and began to grind slowly into her. Beca felt awkward and wasn't quite sure where to put her hands. She quickly wrapped them around Jesse's neck and began to move her hips with his—throwing off the grinding momentum the boy was placing on her. Instead they moved into a rhythm together, and simply danced together. It wasn't a rip-roaring time, however Beca felt as if it was a nice moment the two were sharing together.

Chloe's darker eyes seemed to flash at Beca somehow. They were staring right into her as Beca turned with her boyfriend. Beca moved her eyes right to the attention-stealer and watched as Chloe moved her body in slow circles, her knees bent as her ass jutted out. Chloe was a marvelous dancer—she always seemed to master any moves Aubrey threw her way. But this was different. Chloe was watching Beca as she moved. She was also moving in a way that crippled the younger girl mentally.

It was as if Beca was in a trance. The red head was holding her gaze. As Chloe bit her lip and moved to the music, she moved her hands over her torso, and then into her hair, flipping back and sliding up from a bending position. Jesse moved in closer to Beca, and she could feel his lips pressed against her neck. She let out a small moan as she felt his contact with her. She had closed her eyes suddenly when feeling this; however she quickly opened them again to see that Chloe was still staring at her.

Beca pulled her boyfriend even closer to her, spreading her legs apart. She moved herself to where she had placed her legs around one of Jesse's so that he was between her thighs.

Chloe's hips rocked back and forth as she watched Beca, and gave her a wink. This was not like any other time. This time, Chloe was encouraging her—Chloe was daring her.

Beca never truly got into the whole "dirty dancing" shin dig…but it was as if she were possessed suddenly. Beca pressed herself down onto her boyfriend, slowly pumping her center against his strong leg. She wrapped her arms tighter around her boyfriend's neck and pressed his head into her neck—allowing Jesse to leave marks. She pressed her moist pussy against him, harder with every thrust.

Chloe's eyes were burning into hers. Chloe slid her hands up and down her body, pumping herself, losing herself.

Pretty good…

It was pretty fucking good.

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When Beca entered her dorm room, she was in a hurry. She frantically grabbed her computer. After realizing it was dead, she plugged it in and waited for it to reboot. She wasn't sure if the beer was really getting to her, or if her thoughts were getting to her. Regardless of what, she was exasperated.

Her computer suddenly flashed on, reading that it was going to take a few moments to update.

Are you fucking kidding me? Update what?!

Beca rolled her eyes and sat, waiting. She paneled around the empty dorm room, not even caring where her roommate actually was—as long as she was gone. Beca would probably worry about that later, however she was frustrated.

As she was still waiting for her piece of shit computer to load, she couldn't keep her hands still. She leaned back on her bed and thought of those blue eyes.

Beca slid her hand down into her pants, sliding underneath her underwear. She was not surprised to feel how damp she already was—already had been at the party. She did not want to waste any time as she slid her finger along her wet folds, feeling a shiver run through her body. She closed her eyes and began to imagine the movements on the dance floor, the music and the beat. She moved her finger into her center and allowed her breath to catch. She felt inspired to move her finger in and out, she felt moved to pump her finger into her core, just like Chloe rocked her hips. Wait, no, like Jesse's thigh between her legs. Like Jesse's groin in her side. Right.

Beca continued to masturbate, though it did not take long for her to come. She let out a sharp cry as she felt her body jolt against her own hand.

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"Oh fuck you!" Beca said in a hushed, exhausted tone. She grabbed her phone and hit her Google App. In order to 'help a girl out,' she searched for Andrea and Emily Fan Fics. She wasn't sure what to search exactly, however she wanted something like what she read the first time. Something hot. She was losing her mind.

Smut? Wait. What's that?