Almost a week had passed since Beca had thrown caution to the wind and slept with Chloe. The co-captains hadn't had a moment alone together since then. Classes were ending, final papers were due, and final exams were beginning. Beca was putting the finishing touches on their Worlds set, while Chloe worked tirelessly on their choreography. There was too much going on, too many loose ends that needed to be neatly tied before graduation next week. There just wasn't time for any funny business.

At least, that's what Beca kept telling herself. She had sort of assumed that she and Chloe would be turning their one night engagement into a regularly scheduled program. She wasn't lying when she had told Aubrey that she was hopeful they'd do it again, that she would really enjoy it, if they did. But, at the same time, reaching what was surely, sort of, the ultimate goal of this little exploration had left Beca feeling… well, kind of sated. And she assumed that Chloe was feeling similarly, because the girl hadn't shown up in Beca's room, without explanation, since that night. It's not that she didn't want to do it again, but she didn't really feel the need to… at least not right now.

On top of that, and all the other things that were demanding the attention of both girls, Beca still found herself inexplicably in "crisis mode." She thought that going all the way with Chloe would resolve the issues she was having about her own sexuality, that once she'd done it, she'd just know how she felt, who she was now, or if it even changed anything. She realized now that thinking that having sex with Chloe would somehow clear anything up was probably her biggest misstep. Things were more confusing than ever, but it wasn't actually because of Chloe, not really, well… partly. But more so, Beca still had lingering concerns because of Aubrey.

What was that on the phone that night? It wasn't exactly explicit, but it was certainly suggestive… And Aubrey's, uh, interest in the goings-on between her and Chloe… what was that about? It was Beca's own confusion, though, really, more than what the blonde had said or done, that was nagging at her. Constantly. Incessantly. How was it that Aubrey was able to rile her up that way? To get her to give in to her own illicit urges? She couldn't stop thinking of the way Aubrey had sounded on the phone that night, her low, rasping voice, the slow, deliberate speech. It had made her ache, and thinking of it now ignited a fire low in her stomach, one she was having trouble ignoring and had no hope of extinguishing.

Was she attracted to Aubrey? Or did hooking up with Chloe just open some sort of gay floodgate? Was she now just desperately, hopelessly into women? All women?

That's what Beca found herself thinking on Friday night. The Bellas had collectively decided that they all needed to take a break from the end of semester – end of college altogether – stress they were all experiencing. They promised to put away the books at 7pm and meet up in the living room, order Chinese, drink wine, and have a movie night.

Beca flicked her pen as she glanced up from her notes to the digital alarm clock across the room. 7:13pm. Even from the attic she could hear the girls gathering and giggling. She wondered how long it would take for someone to realize she was missing and come demand she join.

Exactly 14 minutes, apparently.

"Oh captain, my captain," a light, bubbly voice drifted up the stairs, the owner of which could not contain her giggle at the reference. Emily. Beca smiled to herself, glad the girls had remembered to invite the youngest Bella to movie night.

Amy's ungraceful call quickly followed. "What Legacy's tryin' to say is… get your twig bitch ass down here!"

"In a minute!" she yelled back, eyes still glued on the notes in her hand.

She heard loud, clomping footsteps ascending the stairs and felt her eyes crinkle as she tried to hold back a smile and stared blankly down at her notebook. The noise stopped and suddenly Beca felt something hit her in the face.

"Ow!" she shouted instinctively. She glanced down and saw the projectile sitting in her lap: a thick, red Twizzler. She looked up and saw Amy gripping another one in her hand, poised to whip it toward the tiny brunette. Beca raised a hand, as preemptive protection. "Hey! What's your problem?!"

She watched Amy lower her hand through squinted eyes. "Movie night is now. Not in a minute," she said, biting off a piece of the candy in her hand.

"Okay, well, I'll be down in a second," Beca asserted, tossing the Twizzler back at her friend.

"Nu-uh, you'll be down now." Amy put the rest of the Twizzler between her teeth, calling out with her jaw clenched, "Legacy, hold the door!" She moved forward, arms outstretched. Beca knew what was about to happen, but was powerless to stop it. Amy pushed the computer chair backward, Beca slapping at her and flailing all the while, before leaning down to pick up the smaller girl.

"No, no, no, no, no! Amy, NO! STOP IT!" she begged, repeatedly hitting the blonde's chest and arms. But it didn't stop her. It was only a matter of moments before Beca found herself draped over Amy's shoulder. She balled her hands into fists and banged against the girl's back. "Amy! Fuck you! STOP IT. PUT ME DOWN!"

When Amy reached the top of the stairs, she gave the brunette two quick pats on her butt. "Atta girl, Cap," she said, before slowly descending the stairs. As they reached the landing, Beca saw the freshman Bella doing her best – and utterly failing – to contain her laughter.

As the duo passed Emily, Beca thrust a strong finger in her direction. "Don't you dare," she said, through gritted teeth. "I will cut you, Legacy. I swear I'll cut you!"

The rest of the Bellas were already assembled and hooted and hollered as Fat Amy carried her into the living room, tossing her on the couch with a satisfied grunt.

"Found her!" she shouted, much louder than was really necessary. "Now the fun begins!"

The girls laughed as Beca reconfigured herself, brushing her fingers through her hair. "Fuck all of you," she huffed, crossing her arms and collapsing back into the couch.

"Here, Becs." She looked in the direction of the sweet voice. Chloe was seated at the far end of the couch, leaning toward her with her arm outstretched, a glass of wine in her hand.

The brunette readily reached for the glass, her fingers brushing against Chloe's as she took it from her. "Thanks," she said, taking a small sip before placing the glass on the nearby end table.

"So, what are we watching?" Ashley asked cheerfully.

"Something fun!" Chloe pronounced, her excitement apparent.

Stacie's main concern, of course, was how hot the guy in the movie would be. And, like every movie night, she readily voiced her current man candy preference. "What about something with Channing Tatum? He's so fucking sexy."

"Ooo! Ooo! Magic Mike XXL!" the red head offered, her bubbling enthusiasm practically forcing her out of her seat.

The rest of the ladies shouted approvingly, but Beca's eyes were on Cynthia Rose, whose eye roll game was so strong that her whole head followed.

"Really, guys? Come on now."

Chloe was quick to appease her, though. "You'll love it, C! Amber Heard is totally hot in it! And Jada Pinkett Smith is an actual goddess."

Cynthia Rose raised her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I guess I can get behind that then."

Stacie clapped eagerly. "Yesssssss!"

"I'll go get it," Chloe said, hopping up from her seat. "It's in my room." She was gone in a flurry of movement.

It was Beca's turn for an eye roll, but she couldn't stop the shining grin that spread across her face as she shook her head. She was really going to miss nights like this one, sharing the company of such an amazing group of women, despite all her protests to the contrary. It made her sad to think about sometimes, but today she did her best to treasure every second, fully aware that this was bound to be one of their very last nights together this way.

The doorbell rang, and Fat Amy sprang into action. "Food's here! Give me a hand, Legacy." Without a word, Emily followed her out of the room like an obedient puppy.

Beca looked around, taking in the sight of each girl, and remembering her thoughts from earlier. Was Beca any more gay now than she was pre-experimentation? Was she looking at the Bellas differently now? Had her interests changed?

Her eyes fell first on Flo, who was perched on the corner of the coffee table. Beca noted her dark hair and eyes, her adorable peanut sized packaging. Sure, she was beautiful, but was she sexy, to Beca? Lily was next to her, hair plaited in perfect braids, her eyes were wide and warm. But did Beca suddenly have the desire to stare into them forever? Jessica was snuggled next to Ashley on the opposite side of the room, her smile stunning as she giggled. The sight was delightful, but was Beca attracted to it? She flicked her eyes to Ashley. Her skin was smooth and flawless, but did Beca want to touch it? Cynthia Rose sat cross-legged on the floor. She was stunning, and perfect, and her voice did something to Beca's insides. But it wasn't like she wanted to hear all the other noises the girl was capable of, right? That left Stacie, who was definitely one of the hottest women Beca had ever known. The tall girl's shoulders were pressed against the wall to the left of Cynthia Rose, her arms folded across her middle, accentuating her breasts in the tight V-neck t-shirt. And, yeah, Stacie's rack was absolutely unreal. Beca was pretty sure there wasn't a person on this planet, including gay men and straight women, that wouldn't want to bury their faces into it. That certainly didn't make her gay… did it? Or… any more gay than she apparently already was?

This wasn't helping. The exercise was futile. She felt even more confused than she had only moments ago. Sure, they were a group of kooky misfits, but they were really attractive kooky misfits. Was it any sort of shock that she found each and every one of them alarmingly beautiful?

It was in that moment that Chloe returned, bouncing toward the television with DVD in hand. As the red head bent down to put the disc into the player, Beca got a full, unimpeded view of the girl's backside in the too short shorts she made a habit of wearing to bed, and something clicked. She felt like a dog who had heard a noise outside, ears suddenly pricked up with intense focus on something invisible. She was staring, but caught herself as she leaned intently forward. Her face flushed as embarrassment coursed through her. She averted her eyes, staring now at a blank, white wall because that was totally normal.

She hoped none of the other women saw her ogling, silently prayed that if anyone had, they wouldn't make a thing of it. The girls continued to chatter on about Channing Tatum, their conversation drifting to other celebrity men who were easy on the eyes, and Beca felt herself relax.

She refocused her gaze on Amy and Emily as they returned with two brown boxes filled with white Chinese food containers. Amy spread them all out across the coffee table, announcing what each contained as she did so. Emily distributed chopsticks amongst the group, then disappeared to collect a few forks from the kitchen for those uncomfortable with the wooden utensils.

Beca took another sip of her wine as the Bellas began to dig in. They always ate Chinese food family style. They ate straight from the containers as they passed them around for all to enjoy. It was like having a private buffet and, yeah, this is exactly what Beca was going to miss. The ritualistic habits that would suddenly disappear from her life once this was all over. She had no doubt these women would still remain her closest friends, but things were going to be different soon, very soon. Beca wasn't afraid of change, but she certainly wasn't looking forward to it.

Despite her earlier shame, Beca was grateful for her moment of weakness when Chloe returned. It made something abundantly clear to her. Yes, the Bellas might all be beautiful. Sure, there would be worse things than being locked in a room for 7 minutes in heaven with any one of them. But Beca was weak for Chloe, and only Chloe. She didn't suddenly find herself infatuated with other women. In fact, she wasn't looking at any of them any differently at all. This sexual awakening of hers wasn't about women, it was about Chloe Beale. Though, that still left some lingering confusion about Aubrey…

She tried to think of Aubrey, her slim, toned form, her blonde hair, her mesmerizing eyes (Beca never could decide if they were green or blue). She thought of her long, slender neck, the soft swell of her breasts, the smooth curve of her hips. She pictured the muscles of her bare back, recalled the length of well-shaped legs, briefly imagined the feel of a firm yet supple backside. Beca's thoughts danced across the half-remembered, half-dreamed appearance of Aubrey's body, and she was certain, absolutely certain, that she felt something – something that tingled in her brain and warmed the expanse of her upper abdomen, just below her breasts and above her stomach. And maybe it was arousing, but it was very different from the feelings that had swept through her at the sight of Chloe.

That fact calmed Beca, at least for this moment. Maybe she was attracted to Aubrey, and maybe that gave the blonde certain powers of persuasion over her, but she didn't need her the way she needed Chloe.

And, oh boy, was this an inconvenient time to realize that she was no longer sated by her first time with Chloe. In fact, it was the most inconvenient time, because Chloe was pressing play and walking toward Beca as Stacie flipped off the lights. Then Chloe was sitting dangerously close to her, their legs brushing gently. Beca felt her face flush as she swallowed a mouthful of lo mein, while Chloe pulled the brown blanket off the back of the couch and spread it across both of their laps. Beca watched out of her periphery as Chloe reached for her wine glass. Their eyes connected when Chloe raised the glass toward Beca, her bright blue eyes dancing as she winked. "Cheers, Becs," she said, and took a large gulp of the red liquid.

About an hour into the movie, Beca was certain she was going to implode. Once the group had finished eating, and polished off the fifth and final bottle of wine, one of Chloe's hands had found its way under the blanket and onto Beca's bare thigh, where it had been tracing figure eights for the past twenty minutes.

Beca's mind was racing. She felt conflicted. On the one hand, she didn't want Chloe to stop. The touch was sweet, and loving, and wonderful, but it was absolutely driving her crazy, and they were in a room with the rest of the Bellas. This level of intimacy in public, amongst their friends, made Beca extremely uncomfortable. Sure, the action was hidden beneath the blanket, and she knew no one else had noticed – all eyes were, of course, affixed to the half-naked men dancing on the screen. But she still wanted Chloe to stop. The cease and desist, however, was stuck at the back of her throat. Her body was frozen in its current position. She couldn't bring herself move Chloe's hand away. So she sat still, quiet, beads of sweat making themselves known at the back of her neck.

Suddenly, she heard the buzz of her phone on the end table, next to her now empty glass, and Beca was grateful for the distraction. Reaching for her cell forced her to shift positions, Chloe's hand falling away from her as a result. She picked up the device and resumed her position, thankful that Chloe's hand didn't return to her leg. The text was from Aubrey, and Beca swiped to reveal it.

Long time no speak. How are you?

Fine

Beca dropped her phone into her lap, but it buzzed again, almost instantly.

Just fine?

Yeah, been busy.

Oh yeah? With what? ;)

Beca had to roll her eyes at the blonde's audacious implication, and a small smirk might have crept onto her face.

"Who is it?" Chloe whispered.

Beca looked to her red haired friend, feeling a little self-conscious at having been caught, but of course the girl had noticed her tapping away at the screen, had probably noticed her physical reaction to the last message. She turned her head to look into Chloe's sparkling eyes, and noted the girl's affectionate smile.

"Just Aubrey," she replied, then returned to her phone to respond to Aubrey's message.

Not that, you perv. Finals. The Worlds set. Life.

"Tell her I said 'hi.'" The sound of Chloe's voice was dangerously close. She could feel the girl's hot breath against the shell of her ear. Her stomach began to knot, but she did her best to ignore it.

"Okay."

Chloe says hi

You're with Chloe? ;)

"She says 'hi,'" Beca lied. Chloe grinned, satisfied with the response and returned her focus to the movie, which is what Beca was hoping she would do.

Bellas movie night

Beca felt Chloe's hand once again slowly creeping beneath the plush covering, stopping once it had spread itself wide on her thigh. Chloe made no further move, no tantalizing brushes of her fingers; she simply allowed her hand to rest comfortably there, fingertips digging ever so lightly into soft flesh. Beca's phone vibrated in her left hand.

And Chloe's next to you?

On the couch?

Beca moved her right hand beneath the blanket, placing it gingerly on top of Chloe's, curling her fingers between the red head's and gently rubbing the skin between her knuckles.

Yes, she replied, using only her left thumb.

Is she touching you?

The knot that had begun to form in her stomach pulled suddenly tighter. A lump rose in her throat that she quickly swallowed down. Her cheeks felt hot. She was about to pull her hand away from Chloe's to respond, when another text came in.

Are you touching her?

She immediately jerked her hand away and out from under the blanket. She felt like she had been caught doing something she shouldn't. Her face flushed, embarrassed, and of course Chloe looked at her with concern in her big, blue eyes.

"Sorry," Beca muttered. "It's fine. Uh… I just…" she gestured at the phone, apparently incapable of otherwise completing the thought, but Chloe nodded, content with the answer, and once again returned her focus to the screen.

Dude. You HAVE to stop.

Oh my God. SHE IS! YOU ARE!

Beca was flustered, beyond flustered, but could do nothing but scream like a petulant child… because something was stopping her from just putting the phone down, from ignoring Aubrey. Something she wasn't yet aware of, and certainly not willing to admit to.

STOP

You guys are naughty…

In the same room as the rest of the Bellas…

It's not like that!

It's just like that night in the tent…I'm sensing a pattern here…

Beca started to type an explanation, but found herself deleting it once, then twice, and finally a third time. She was too agitated to even text without tripping over the things she wanted to say.

Sure it's not

Aubrey didn't give her the chance to formulate what was bound to be a half-hearted response, because the next three texts popped on her screen in quick succession.

Tell me, Beca

Tell me how she's touching you

Her hand is on your thigh, isn't it?

Beca blinked twice. How did Aubrey know that? She became very aware of the heat radiating from Chloe's palm, spreading across her thigh. Something in her stomach dropped as warmth spread across her chest. She chewed her bottom lip as she typed out what she knew was the only response Aubrey would accept: the truth.

Yes

And what are you touching? ;)

Nothing… anymore.

What? Why?!

I can't text you with only one hand

"What's she saying?" Chloe breathed. The sound of her voice caused Beca to flinch, startled by the interruption.

"Oh, uh – nothing really," she stuttered.

"Seems like something." Beca felt Chloe's hand press forward, her fingers curving over the interior of her thigh before pulling back to the original position, then moving forward again. Her hand finally settled, fingers dangling between Beca's crossed legs, the tips just barely brushing the skin of her thigh.

Her heart felt like it stopped in her chest, just for a moment, as wet heat settled low in her stomach. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, enjoying the feeling, but couldn't help but chuckle when her phone buzzed again.

Then put the phone down!

But text me about it later…

I'm so not doing that

She smiled to herself and leaned toward the end table to do as she had been told, but her cell vibrated again.

Fine, but if you don't tell me, Chloe will. You know she will.

Beca rolled her eyes and set the device face down on the table. She resumed her seat, leaning back into the couch, and reaching her hand once again below the blanket. She grabbed Chloe's hand, entwining their fingers, and set the pair to rest on her leg. Chloe looked at her again, her eyes shimmering, as she smiled something sweet and beautiful. Beca couldn't stop herself. She smiled back, something toothy and awkward, but filled with sincere happiness. They both looked back to the TV as Chloe nestled her head into the crook of Beca's neck.

A/N: Okay, credit where credit is due. My boyfriend wanted to see Beca thinking she might be sexually attracted to the rest of the Bellas. So, there you have it, dear. Thanks for the inspiration. It was super fun to write. And I hope the rest of you enjoyed it, and the rest of this chapter, too! Thanks for always being awesome readers!