Beca watched in awe as Kommissar and Das Sound Machine took the stage. She blushed when Kommissar winked at her,and waved back.
"Good luck out there,my little mouse." Kommissar smiled at Beca as Das Sound Machine exited the stage, brushing their hands together as she walked away. "Get a broken leg, as they say in America."
Beca smirked as she walked onto the stage, beside Emily, taking the microphone in her hand. As she sang, she looked around at all the girls who had been her family, her best friends for the last four years. She thought about Chloe, who at first seemed like her destiny, her beautiful red hair shimmering in the light of the southern Sun, her green eyes dancing as she'd waltzed into Beca's shower that day so long ago. Chloe had been what she needed then, to pull her out of her shell, to help her break down her walls. But now, Beca had found love in a place she'd least expected to find it.
"You're my flashlight, giving me hope through the night.. " Beca looked to the audience, and her eyes fell on Kommissar. Her crystal blue eyes were wide with something Beca couldn't place. But it made her so beautiful.
Beca looked around her. All the Bellas, old and new stood here. Aubrey, Emily's mom, Alice, and even Eleanor Bright, the founder of the Bellas stood on the stage, at 94 years old leaning on a cane. But someone was missing. HER flashlight.
Beca didn't know if it was allowed, but she was never one for following the rules. She knew it would upset Chloe, but she doubted if the others would mind too much. She stole a glance at Aubrey, silently asking with her eyes, then looked towards Kommissar, then back to Aubrey, who grinned and gave a firm shake of her head. Go for it Beca. Get your girl.
Beca signalled to Kommissar, and smiled as she leapt onto the stage beside her. "You're my flashlight. My hope through the darkest of times." The song ended, and Beca wrapped her arms around Kommissar. "I love you." She whispered. She gasped as Kommissar lifted her off her feet, kissing her on the lips, spinning her around and around.
"I love you too, little mouse." Kommissar whispered into Beca's ear. "I'm so proud of you. My annoying little Bella."
"Shut up."Beca laughed, kissing Kommissar again, ignoring the feeling of dizziness from the spin.
"Make me-" Kommissar's voice was care free and teasing as she held her little Maus close to her. "If you can." She purred.
Don't worry. It's not over. Next chapter is the Victory party. Kommissar has something big to tell Beca. Guess what it is ?(person who guesses right gets a mention in the next chapter!)