"Uh...a little help here, babe."

Beca was always lousy when it came to tying a tie. Or tying her laces. Or tying anything, for that matter. Chloe thought she had a knack for tying knots, but anyone could guess having three unruly younger brothers was why her special skill came to be. Of course, Beca still insisted that it was something Chloe had 'naturally' acquired.

Chloe giggled and skipped over to Beca. She took the ends of the tie and masterfully tied it into a Windsor knot. She then fastened the button on Beca's blazer, smoothed out the lapels and checked to see if her collar was buttoned up accordingly.

"There, you're all good to go." Chloe smiled, patting Beca's chest.

Beca pecked Chloe's lips. "Thanks, hon."

"I love it when you wear a suit." Chloe gushed.

"Well I love it when you wear your little black dress." Beca smirked, resting her hands on Chloe's ass. "Though I love it even more when it's on the floor."

Chloe chuckled and playfully rolled her eyes. "Why are you always so horny?"

"Why are you always so horny?"

"You just gonna repeat everything I say the whole evening?"

"Oh, you know it."

It was Thanksgiving and Beca and Chloe had flown in from Atlanta to Orlando in order to attend the Beales' annual Thanksgiving dinner. Considering Chloe's family were quite affluent, they regarded their dinners as highly formal events, so the couple were required to attend in formalwear. Beca much preferred Thanksgiving with her mom, or even with her dad and the step-monster (which really said something). She could turn up in jeans and a t-shirt and they wouldn't even bat an eyelid.

But the Beales were very particular when it came to the dress code at gatherings. They were strong believers in the 'look good, feel good' concept. Confidence with what one was wearing was key. Beca couldn't really complain though. Everything Chloe wore was flawless, sharp and undeniably sexy. And Chloe certainly couldn't complain; Beca in a tight-fitting suit made her unbelievably wet.

She bit her lip and cupped Beca's bulge through her pants. "I can see your toner down there, Becs."

"As much as I would love to stay and shag, you haven't seen your family since August." Beca gently pushed Chloe's hand away with reluctance.

"But I call my parents five nights a week." Chloe whined. "They know what I'm up to."

"Do they know everything you're up to? Hmm?" Beca teased, planting a kiss on Chloe's exposed collarbone.

"Yeah, because I really discuss our sex life with them. My mom was traumatized when she walked in on us making out last year. That's why she insisted on putting us up in this hotel instead of staying in my old room like last time." Beca smirked at this, remembering just how ballistic the entire family went when they were caught midway in the act. "And believe me, when my granddad threatened to beat you with his bamboo stick he wasn't kidding."

"Why the fuck does he have that anyway?"

"Ask him tonight." Chloe giggled. "He won't mind."

"You sure? I get the impression he hates me."

"Oh, sweetie, he doesn't hate you." Chloe rubbed up and down Beca's arm. "He's just very old-fashioned. I don't think he's entirely come to terms with the fact that we're dating."

"And I care because?"

Chloe sighed. "Please don't start, Beca."

"I'm not starting anything. I'm just saying I don't care what he thinks."

"That's good then." Chloe took Beca's hand in her own and led her to the door. She was about to open it when she stopped and spun around. "Did you take the gifts?"

"I thought that was your job."

"We agreed that you'd carry the gifts."

"Did we? I probably wasn't listening."

Chloe clicked her tongue against her teeth in frustration. "You never do. It's like you've got cotton permanently shoved up your ears."

"For your information, my ears are very open. I remembered to pack the gifts when you asked me to."

"Did you really? Because I'm starting to have serious doubts here." Chloe left Beca standing in the doorway as she walked over to their suitcases and bent down to unzip them. Beca had a fantastic view of her rear end and didn't hesitate to wolf-whistle.

Chloe shook her head as she rummaged through the contents of their cases. There was no sign of the gifts she had purchased, but of course Beca had hidden one of her raciest lingerie sets and bottle of lube underneath the clothing.

Chloe zipped the cases back up, took in a calming breath and exhaled. She was determined not to argue with Beca tonight. "You didn't pack them, did you?"

Beca nervously rubbed the back of her neck. "Pretty sure I did, babe."

"Please don't lie to me, Beca." Chloe slowly stood, taking care not to trip over her stiletto heels. "I can't find them anywhere. And don't think I never noticed the lingerie you put in there, you sly dog."

"Lingerie? What? Oh, shit...yeah, I think I accidentally packed that instead of the gifts. Sorry, babe."

Chloe groaned. "How can you 'accidentally' pack lingerie and lube instead of my Thanksgiving cards, artisan chocolates, clothes, artisan bread-"

Beca burst out laughing. "Why the fuck is all the food artisan? And do you really think airport security would've let you through with a massive baguette sticking out of your case?" She laughed even harder when Chloe shot her a dirty look. "God, Chlo! This is priceless! You don't realize how fucking funny you are!"

"Okay, you've had your laugh. Now can we go?" Chloe rolled her eyes as Beca's laughter died down, taking her black clutch bag from the edge of the bed. "I'll have to pick a few things up on the way because you're obviously incapable of listening to anything I ask you to do." She walked back towards the door and pulled down the handle.

Beca stood there as Chloe opened the door, resisting the urge to look down at Chloe's ass. "Now that isn't completely true. When you ask me to fuck you hard and fast-"

"Not the point I'm trying to make here!"

After calling a cab from the hotel, Chloe was dropped off at a nearby supermarket to buy some replacement gifts while Beca stayed with the driver in the parking lot. Beca gazed out of the window, admiring Florida's premature sunset in all its beauty; it was like a painting of warm hues, greatly contrasting to the darkening silhouettes of palm trees and other tropical plants. Who would think something as mundane as a supermarket could be situated in such a stunning spot.

"So beautiful..." She mumbled.

"You're not from around here, huh?" The driver asked, looking into his rear-view mirror.

Beca shook her head. "I'm from Portland, Maine. It's my girlfriend that's from here. We're visiting her family."

"Interesting. The extreme north and south of the East Coast. Must be a pretty different life up there."

"Well, it's definitely a lot colder."

"I'll bet it is."

The back door swung open and Chloe piled in with two plastic carrier bags filled to the brim. "There was actually some pretty good stuff in there. So I got wine coolers for dad, chocolates for mom, a cap for Chad-"

"Babe, babe." Beca chuckled as Chloe threw the bags down, sat in her seat and strapped herself in. Her girlfriend always got so hyper prior to visiting her family; anyone could see how much they meant to her. "Just tell me what you bought on the way there, yeah?" She placed a hand atop of Chloe's leg as the driver reversed out of the parking lot and resumed their journey.

Chloe smirked and lent close to Beca's ear, ensuring that her voice was low enough so the driver couldn't hear her. "I got us a little surprise as well."

"Hmm? What's that?" Beca's fingers danced their way up Chloe's thigh.

Chloe shivered at the touch. "These super hot boxer briefs-"

"Damn it, Chloe." Beca quickly took her hand off. Chloe frowned at the loss of contact. "The way you were going I thought you bought us a fucking sex toy."

"In a supermarket? Yeah, I don't think so. You're living in a fantasy land, Becs."

"So what are these boxers like?"

Chloe winked and took out the double pack from one of the bags. One of the briefs were a light blue and had various black musical notes and treble clefs dotted all over them, and the other pair had the inverse colour scheme. "I saw them and I thought 'oh my god, Beca will love these. And I'll love the way they'll look on her."

"Now I see why it's just as much a surprise for you as it is for me."

"Mhm. So you'll wear them tonight?"

"Only if you didn't get them a size too small." Beca smirked. "I know exactly how that perverted mind of yours works. You've always had a thing for having my underpants 'extra tight.' But what you don't realize is how fucking uncomfortable that is."

"Don't worry, I got the right size this time." Chloe giggled, kissing Beca's cheek. "Now, it felt really nice when your hand was moving up and down my leg, so in my professional opinion I suggest you keep on doing that."

Beca continued her ministrations dangerously close to the hem of Chloe's dress. "To be fair, you'd be a great sex doctor. You could always combine that with being a vet?" Beca suggested. "There's always someone needed to assess the sex lives of animals."

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

"Me? Sarcastic? Never."

"Uh huh."

The drive lasted another twenty-five minutes with a sprinkling of traffic. Chloe was texting Aubrey to pass the time and Beca watched the landscape change from rural to relatively urbanised. She had only visited Orlando four times, and they were all with Chloe by her side.

Before they had met and started dating, there was no real reason for Beca to set foot there; she wasn't keen on the theme parks, nor was she a fan of ridiculous heat. Her childhood holidays consisted of road trips to New York and Boston - which was fantastic, for sure - but she didn't do much more than that. She never ventured across the country until college.

"Sometimes I forget how different our lives were growing up. All these palm trees aren't a novelty to you, but I just can't stop looking at them. And while you were sunbathing, I'd be snowsleding."

Chloe finished her last text and slipped her phone into her clutch bag. "Yeah, it's really weird. I know that if I lived in Maine, I'd always be making a snowman, and I know my brothers would've loved having snowball fights."

"You do realize it's not always snowing there, right?" Beca chuckled.

"Totes-oh, driver, can you pull over here? We'll walk the rest of the way."

The driver parked up and gawked at their surroundings. "Hmm, nice neighbourhood."

"Yeah, it is." Chloe replied distantly. "Can you hold one of these bags please, Becs?"

"Sure, Chlo." Beca picked up one of the bags by the handles. "And, uh...what do I do with the...boxers?" She whispered, taking the pack out.

"Put them in my bag." Chloe instructed.

Beca nodded and handed the pack over to Chloe, who just about managed to make room for it alongside her purse and phone. Beca pushed the door open and got out from the air conditioned cab into the warmth of the outdoors. Chloe took out her credit card and paid the driver before carefully stepping out onto the concrete, taking the other bag along with her.

When they bid their farewells to the driver, Beca's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Why didn't you get him to drop us right outside?"

"My dad told me there's been a lot of burglaries going on these past few months, so I thought it was best if the driver didn't know exactly where my parents live."

"But he seemed a nice guy. We chatted while you were in the supermarket."

"I know, but...I just want my family to stay safe. Anyway, it's only a five minute walk around the block."

"In this weather? Dude, I'm sweating so hard my balls could melt off right as we're speaking."

Chloe rolled her eyes and chuckled at Beca's exaggeration. "Welcome to Florida. It's not called the 'Sunshine State' for nothing, you know."

"I thought it was called the 'Orange State.'" Beca said as they started to walk.

"It's called that too. By the way, I hope your balls don't melt off, otherwise Bunny will have to come out and play with me." Chloe smirked. "And I know how you can't stand Bunny."

Beca flinched. This didn't go unnoticed by Chloe, whose smirk could only grow. Even the sheer notion of Chloe's vibrator made Beca sick to her stomach with envy. She knew it was pathetic - being jealous of a piece of plastic and whatnot - but there was an insecurity surrounding Beca whenever Chloe threatened to get off on that silicone, rabbit-shaped nightmare instead of her dick. It just wasn't fair.

"I swear, if you even think about shoving that piece of plastic tripe into your vagina, we are not speaking for a month."

"You're so cute when you're trying to be intimidating." Chloe teased.

"Shut it, Beale."

"Make me."

"Mark my words, one day I will throw that thing out into the trash where it belongs." Chloe pouted; her smirk was immediately transferred over to Beca. "Funny, you aren't so smug now, huh?"

"Shut it, Mitchell."

"Make me."

Chloe pecked Beca's lips. "There. I made you."

A few minutes passed and the couple reached their destination. Chloe squealed as she approached her old house for the first time in four months (which was still like an eternity to her, no matter how many years she had spent in college) and happily rung the doorbell.

The Beales' home was a modest, Victorian-style mansion that had a certain charm about it. The grass was neatly trimmed, as were the hedges, and several big palm trees offering some much needed shade were situated in the middle of the front yard. Ten cars, all varying in shape and size, were parked on the cobble-stoned driveway.

Beca felt a little hot and restricted in her suit as they waited on the front porch. Wearing a navy blue, fairly heavy material certainly wasn't helping; that would only attract and induce even more heat. She wasn't nearly as used to such humidity as Chloe was, even if the temperature gradually cooled as the day turned into night.

When the front door opened, Chloe was instantly whisked away into the arms of a slim, dark-haired, middle-aged woman. Beca smiled at their mother-daughter exchange.

"My baby!" She cried out, peppering kisses all over Chloe's face. "My baby is home!"

Whenever she hugged her mother, Chloe always felt like a child of the smallest, most vulnerable kind; one who would crave good cuddle no matter how sprightly they may be. And receiving kisses was an added perk that always came alongside her mother's excitement. "Hi, mama."

"I've missed you too much, darling." Julia gave Chloe one final squeeze before releasing her from their tight embrace and stepping aside to welcome her into the house. "Things have been a challenge around here, what with your grandfather scaring off all the housekeepers and Chad continuing to be completely adamant on not attending college. This week he says he wants to become a bouncer at a nightclub. Now what kind of aspiration is that? He's going to get absolutely nowhere in life."

Chloe laughed and walked in, placing bag down at the foot of the staircase. Beca trailed along behind her and did the same. "You told me on the phone."

Julia closed the door behind them. "Did I? I don't quite remember."

"Mama, what happened to your wrist?" Chloe's smile faded as she pointed to the support that was secured around her mother's wrist and hand.

"I was a little clumsy during my yoga class. Turns out you should consult a doctor before doing the Viparita Karani pose. Oh, and hello to you too, Beca." Julia greeted Beca with a kiss to her cheek. "It's lovely to have you with us again. You are family too, don't forget."

"It's nice to see you again, Mrs Beale." Beca said politely. Chloe was surprised Beca never came out with her usual sarcastic quip, which would've likely consisted of 'oh, nice of you to pay me some recognition. I've only been standing here this whole time while.'

Julia laughed. "Please, Mrs Beale makes me feel old-"

"Chloe, you're here!" A gangly teenage boy sped into the room, his spotted bow tie hanging loose around his neck.

"For goodness sake, Chad! Can't you get dressed properly? You're nearly seventeen!" Julia huffed as Chloe walked over to her brother and levelled out the ends of the bow tie. "And now Chloe feels obliged to help you, as per normal."

"It's okay, mama. I had to tie Beca's earlier." Chloe begun folding one end over the other.

Beca awkwardly shuffled her feet and subconsciously adjusted the knot in her tie. Trust Chloe and her big mouth to tell her mother about Beca's inability to dress herself. "Yeah, I'm not all that great at the whole 'formal' thing. Normally I'm in jeans and a shirt."

Julia nodded. "Well, given the line of work you want to get involved in, casual clothing is likely more suitable."

"Unless you're doing other cool producer stuff like going to award shows." Chad grinned at Beca as Chloe put the finishing touches on his bow tie. "Then you'd have to wear a suit."

"Yeah." Beca smiled; she liked the sound of that. "Maybe, kid."

"There, now you look dapper, Chaddums." Chloe pulled out the sides to ensure a tight fit.

"Thanks, sis. Love you." Chad wrapped his spindly arms around Chloe.

Chloe ruffled Chad's hair and press a lipstick-infused kiss against his forehead. "Love you too, weirdo."

Chad quickly pulled away, flattening his unruly locks. "Whoa, no touching the hair. And no kisses. Especially ones with gross lipstick." He wiped away the light stain with the back of his sleeve. "Hugs are fine."

"Aw, how nice of you."

"What's all this you've bought?" Julia wondered as she glanced down to inspect the bags. "Oh, Chloe. You didn't have to."

"I wanted to. I bought for everyone."

"Didn't it weigh a lot in your cases-"

"What did you get me, Chlo?" Both Chloe and Beca breathed a silent sigh of relief when Chad interrupted Julia; neither were entirely sure how to answer the older woman's question.

"Gifts later." Julia said. "Chloe still hasn't seen everybody else."

"Oh yeah. True that."

Chloe and Beca held hands as they were led through one of the many hallways by Julia and Chad. Chloe stopped every minute or so to greet another family member, whether that would be a young cousin or an elderly uncle. If they were anyone Beca didn't recognize, Chloe took it upon herself to introduce her girlfriend. And, like every year, Beca still couldn't recall the faces of people she had met.

As Chloe entered the living area, her dad smiled and sprung up from his recliner. Chloe released Beca's hand as she tackled her father in a bone-crushing hug.

"I missed you, daddy."

Ray kissed his daughter's crown. "I missed you too, sweetheart."

Was it amusing – and somewhat ironic - that Chloe continued to call her father 'daddy' despite the connotations attached to that name that were far from innocent? Beca thought so. She was sure to question Chloe about it once they were alone.

Chloe's other brothers, Clayton and Cory, walked over and each enveloped Chloe in a hug. Chloe was pretty tall in comparison to Beca, but when she was put beside her brothers she was minute. Beca saw the two boys as absolute giants.

As Chloe started talking to her dad and Cory, Clayton scanned her dress with caution. "Wow, Chlo...your outfit is very, uh...revealing."

"Yes, now that you mention it, Clayton..." Ray frowned. "That dress is quite short."

"Guys, I know that you're trying to look out for me, and I really appreciate that, but I'm a grown woman." Chloe sighed. She would rather not get into a whole debate on if her attire was appropriate or not.

She was confident and proud of her body, and - similarly to Halloween - she wanted to flaunt what she had. She imagined that her family would be pleased about her self-assurance rather than dissatisfied with it. Anyhow, she wasn't crossing a line with what she was wearing; her Halloween costume was far shorter.

"In Chloe's defence, her dress isn't as short as you guys think it is." Cory shrugged. Chloe smiled at him as a 'thank you.' "And like she said, she's an adult and can make her own choices."

"I know, but..." Their father exhaled and kept his voice down. "You know what your grandfather's like, Chloe. He'll pass comments."

"And I'm not bothered." Chloe insisted. "Let him pass comments."

"What's going on, hon?" Beca walked over and wrapped her arm around Chloe's waist. She had heard bits and pieces of the discussion from a fair distance, but by talking to Julia and being among fifty chattering friends and family had impacted her hearing.

"Don't worry." Chloe reassured, kissing Beca's lips. Ray and Clayton exchanged a concerned look, but knew perfectly well they had been beaten upon the brunette's arrival.

"Hi." Cory smiled, giving a small wave.

"Hey, it's nice to see you again."

"Yeah, you too."

"Hi, Beca. Glad you could make it." Clayton extended his hand out. Beca held on tight and shook it. He and his father always had an iron grip.

Ray did the same, clamping down on Beca's hand even more so than his son did. "How have you been?"

"Well, senior year's pretty stressful."

"Oh, tell me about it." Clayton chuckled. "The workload is so intense."

Sometimes Beca forgot that they were the same age, and that Chloe was almost three years older than them. When she thought about it, their lack of an age gap was quite strange. And it was even stranger that Clayton was likely to graduate sooner than Chloe. If Clayton attended Barden, Beca knew she would've chose to befriend him over a goofy idiot like Jesse.

"Chloe would know, this is her third time! And counting!" Chad called out.

"Hey!" Chloe shouted back.

How he managed to overhear their discussion over all the ruckus was a complete mystery to Beca. It was possible that Chloe's cynical speculation was far more accurate than she had first thought; maybe she did have cotton permanently shoved in her ears.

"That reminds me...Chloe, can I talk with you for a moment?" Ray asked. He turned around and begun walking, evidently giving his daughter no other option.

"Yeah, sure." Chloe chirped and turned to Beca. "I'll be right back, babe." She rubbed Beca's shoulder and followed her father out into the hall.

"I still believe you're failing deliberately." Ray said in a surprisingly calm tone. "Whatever your reasoning may be - whether it's to stay with Beca or to remain in the Bellas - we can't keep paying $20,000 every time you feel like staying at your little 'holiday camp.'"

"But dad, I-"

"I'm putting my foot down, Chloe. Either you graduate this year or you'll have to take a loan from the bank and pay back your tuition fees like most students. No exceptions."

Chloe nodded. "Okay. I understand."

She knew there was absolutely no reason to argue with her father; he was right in everything he said, especially when he narrowed it down to the two major factors tearing her between staying at college and graduating. Chloe did anticipate that he would bring up her three-year failing streak at some point, but she was sure it wouldn't be during Thanksgiving.

"You know I hate to be harsh with you, but I don't like it when my children take liberties. You're incredibly bright, and I know you're going on to great things in life. Granted, that's if you graduate."

"Well, after I graduate I was actually thinking of becoming an exotic dancer as well as a vet. Pretty great, huh?" Chloe grinned.

Ray sighed at his daughter's naivety. "I completely take back what I said before."

As more guests slowly arrived, Beca and Chloe found themselves cuddling up by the flat screen television. Many of Chloe's family members were in close proximity to the couple, patiently waiting for the dinner to be served.

"What was your dad saying to you before?" Beca murmured as she twirled Chloe's fingers in her own.

"That I need to graduate otherwise he'll stop paying for my tuition fees." Chloe rested her head on Beca's shoulder.

"Dude, he would've gone ape if he realized why you keep failing."

"Oh, he already knows. It's kind of obvious."

"Is it? I thought I was only one that knew."

"No, Beca." Chloe laughed. "You weren't the only one."

"And here's me thinking I was special."

"You are special. To me." Chloe nuzzled Beca's nose.

Beca nuzzled back. "I fucking love how cheesy you are. And I love you as well, not just your cheesiness. That's just an added bonus." She added with a smirk.

"Mmm, I love you, too."

"Auntie Sandra says she needs some help taking the vegetables out of the oven." Julia's long nails clicked against her phone screen as she scrolled through her messages.

Chloe quickly arose from the couch. "Mama, your wrist hurts. Let me."

"No, no, it's fine." Julia placed her phone on the coffee table. "I'll put up with it."

"It's not fine. I don't want you to make your sprain worse."

"If you insist." Julia smiled softly. "You're such a good girl, Chloe. What would I do without you?"

Chloe returned the smile and left the room. Now Chloe was temporarily absent, Beca found herself carefully analysing her girlfriend's most intimate relations. Julia and Granddad Alan had Chloe's sparkling blue orbs, and noticed that Ray's hair was once a fiery red before it started to grey.

Not only were all the brothers blue-eyed and redheaded, but they each had a part of them that instantly reminded Beca of Chloe. She shared her firm jawline with Clayton, her athletic build with Cory, and that infectious smile with Chad. All in all, Beca realized how attractive Chloe's family were; it was no surprise her girlfriend had acquired those genes.

"You alright there, kiddo?" Alan took note of Beca's lack of communication.

"Yeah. I'm cool." Thinking of Alan, Beca instantly remembered her earlier conversation with Chloe. "I was actually meaning to ask you something."

"Go on?"

"Uh...remember when you threatened to beat me 'black and blue' with your bamboo stick, which you held inches away from my face?"

"Only cos' you were doin' the dirty with my granddaughter."

"Right..." Beca internally rolled her eyes. She and Chloe were dating; what on earth did he expect? "So, why exactly do you own a bamboo stick?"

"Ya see, kid, I was raised in the good ol' days when everyone got a wollipin' if they acted like lil' shits." Alan explained. "I told Julia I was worried the kids would grow up spoiled, so with her permission I used to cane the boys on the ass and Chloe on the palm. I only did it the once with Chloe, she was always a very good kid. The boys on the other hand? Phew, they were lil' rascals. One time I had to-"

"Um...dad?" Julia interrupted with a nervous chuckle. "That's enough storytelling for tonight. You're going to scare poor Beca off, okay? I'll just see if they need help laying down the silverware." She stood up and disappeared out of the room.

"My sincerest apologies, Beca." Ray whispered as soon as his wife left. "I'm afraid Alan's not quite the ticket anymore. It's questionable if he ever was, considering he used to hit my children. Which, by the way, I did not approve of."

"It's cool. To be honest, I respect him for having the guts to that. I'd be way too scared to hit my kids. Or to straight up punish them. Though Chloe would be pretty good at all that guilt trip. She'd so be the one to tell them off."

"You two are thinking about children already?" Ray asked incredulously. "Goodness me, I'm only fifty-three!"

Beca shook her head. "Not now, but definitely after we get married. I want to keep things traditional. It's better to be committed to each other first and then start a family once we've settled into our marriage."

"That's absolutely lovely." Ray's warm smile was virtually identical to Chloe's. "Now, I know I tell you this every year - and you're probably bored of it by now - but I am so pleased my daughter has found a such a smashing young woman. I look forward to the wedding."

"Wedding? What wedding?" Clayton asked, edging closer in his seat to Beca. His eyes widened as he came to a shock realization. "Holy guacamole, are you proposing to Chloe?"

"No, dude." Beca shook her head. "I'm not proposing to Chloe."

"But will you?"

"In the future, yes. Or she might propose to me. It's whoever gets on with it first, I guess."

"You know, she's always dreamed of being proposed to in New York."

"What are you insinuating here?" Beca was interested by Clayton's sudden revelation.

"That you should propose to her in New York."

"In Times Square." Cory added. "Definitely make it Times Square. On New Year's Eve. Make sure to propose to her during the new year countdown, and then kiss her as the clock strikes twelve. She will literally love you forever."

"Are you guys serious about this?" Beca narrowed her eyes in slight suspicion; she knew Chloe's brothers adored their sister, and they probably had her best interests at heart, but Beca couldn't help thinking the worst of what they were trying to achieve.

"Oh, the boys are telling the truth." Ray nodded. "Chloe's wanted this more than anything. Well, unless you count winning the ICCAs."

"And wanting to date you." Clayton added.

"Yes, and wanting to date you."

"When you head to New York for your proposal, make sure you take her to a show on Broadway." Chad said, trying to stifle his laughter. "I strongly suggest Avenue Q-"

"I strongly de-suggest that." Clayton glared at his younger brother. Cory did the same. "She likes romantic comedies and dramas."

Ray sighed and ran his fingers through his thinning hair. "The joys when your incredibly immature sixteen year-old son discovers a rude puppet musical."

Beca smirked to herself; clearly the redheaded men didn't know Chloe as well she did. Her girlfriend did indeed like the more conventional types of theatre, but she had a sense of humour so dirty it could easily rival Stacie's.

"You'd all be surprised. I think Chloe would be down for Avenue Q. Maybe I'll book that for Christmas." She looked over at the youngest of the Beales, who bore a toothy, somewhat cocky grin. "Thanks for the idea, Chad."

You are very welcome, Beca." Chad said with excessive enthusiasm, earning two scoffs from his brothers. "And by the way, is there any chance I could tag along?"

"Uh, if you want-"

"You are most certainly not, young man." Ray intervened. "Chloe won't want responsibility for you, nor will her or Beca want you hovering around when they want time to themselves. Isn't that right, Beca?"

Chad looked at Beca with hope in his eyes. There was a familiar twinkle in them that seemed scarily similar to Chloe's, but Beca supposed that was because they were siblings, and so this occurrence wasn't really coincidental when she thought about it.

"Apart from Broadway, you probably won't enjoy yourself." Beca shrugged. "I like to do a lot of walking and touring, and Chloe likes spending a good twenty-five years in each department store. And, uh...you'd have to have your own room, so." She added awkwardly.

Chad sniggered. "Because you two are always having sex-"

Cory punched Chad's shoulder. "Shut up, you ass!"

"Ow! That hurt!"

"I didn't even punch you that hard!"

"Boys, stop it." Ray warned. His icy blue eyes stared the boys down as he shot them a deafening glare. Cory and Chad quickly fell silent, avoiding eye contact by all means necessary. Ray then glanced at Beca. "And I hope you're keeping my daughter safe with all your...extracurricular activities."

Chad snickered, doing all he could to restrain himself from exploding into fits of laughter. Even Clayton and Cory chuckled at their father's remark, but they were more impressed than amused when Beca didn't seem to cower away in humiliation like she had done in the past.

"Yeah, of course." Beca nodded. "We don't use a...y'know, that, but Chloe's on the pill."

"One form of contraception is never enough, Beca. Bare that in mind."

Beca was no longer embarrassed whenever it came to this particular discussion with Ray, but it did make her feel a tinge of uncomfort. He brought it up each and every time Beca visited the Beales, no matter how keen he was on her. She was aware Ray wasn't born yesterday, and had four children to call his own, but there was still an underlying awkwardness when it came to discussing sex with his own daughter. That was only natural.

It wasn't as if she would scream from the rooftops 'yeah, we don't use condoms because it makes it easier to bang your sex goddess of a daughter until she cums a fucking river.' She'd probably never see the light of day again. All of the men in Chloe's life were incredibly overprotective of her despite her being the eldest sibling, and they were sure to intervene if Beca was that idiotic. Which she wasn't.

"I-I know, but...we don't like the...the thing that-"

"You can say 'condom' around us. We're all grown ups here. Well, aside from Chad."

"Thanks, dad." Chad responded in a dry tone. "Means a lot."

"Hi, guys." Chloe bounced into the room. "Auntie Sandra said the turkey's gonna be five minutes so she wants us all to get seated. What are you talking about?"

"Condoms." Clayton stated.

"Why?"

"Uh..." Beca gave a hesitant laugh and stood up. "It doesn't matter, babe."

"Oh, okay." Chloe smiled, wrapping an arm around Beca's waist and snuggling into her side.

As they walked out of the living room, Clayton noticed Chloe's hand subtly shifting to Beca's ass, giving it an almighty squeeze and following on with a gentle slap. Beca soon reciprocated her girlfriend's actions.

He frowned, thinking back to what had happened last Thanksgiving. Things had well and truly blown out proportion when his sister and her girlfriend were caught in the act.

Thankfully, everyone else was preoccupied with their own conversations as they took their sweet time standing up and making their way to the expansive dining room. Clayton knew it was completely unnecessary to call Beca and Chloe out; his sister was madly in love, and that was all the reassurance he needed.

"This is so good." Chad said with a mouthful of mash potato.

Alan narrowed his eyes at his grandson from across the table. "Swallow before you talk, boy. Ain't nice to see what's goin' on in that trap hole of yours."

Chad gulped down his food. "Sorry, granddad."

"Sorry don' cut it, you-"

"Dad, no." Julia intervened. "Drink your soup, okay?"

"Oh, I'll drink my doggone soup alright."

"Amazing, your granddad didn't even mention your dress." Beca mumbled, covering her mouth with her hand.

Chloe giggled and whispered back. "Ssh, don't speak too soon."

There was an fantastic assortment of colourful foods that concocted stunning smells. Save for Chloe, who was a vegan (unless she cracked and went on her candy binge, but that hadn't been for a number of weeks), the entire family ensured they made room on their plates for some delicious roasted turkey.

"'What do you call an evil turkey?'" Cory asked, reading from the strip of paper. When nobody replied, he shrugged and continued. "'The Poultry-Geist.'"

Everybody remained silent aside for Chloe, who giggled at her brother's attempt at a joke. "That's a good one, Cory."

"Thanks, sis."

"Did you just fake that to be nice?" Beca hushed.

"I'm his big sister, I couldn't be mean to him."

"Okay, did you ever fight with your brothers when you were kids?" Beca arched an eyebrow at Chloe. Her girlfriend's close-knit bond with her brothers seemed too good to be true.

"Oh, all the time. Clayton and I would always pick on each other. Sometimes we'd gang up on Cory, but never to Chad. I was nine when he was born, and by then I realized I needed to set an example for all my brothers. So I toned it down like, a lot."

"Well, he turned out just fine, didn't he?" Beca teased.

"Shut up and eat your carrots."

"What if I want to eat something else?" Beca pressed her lips against Chloe's ear. "Like your pecan pie?"

Chloe snorted. "If you're trying to turn me on, it isn't working. Describing my pussy as 'pecan pie' really wasn't your best bet, was it?"

"Hmm, how about banana basket?"

"Surely these can't get any worse."

"Cherry pie?"

"Going back to the pies, I see. What is it with you and all this food porn?

"Scrambled eggs between the legs?"

"Ew, Beca. That's just gross. I'm trying to eat here." Chloe forked a brussel sprout into her mouth and chewed on it.

"Trying, but failing with style."

Chloe swallowed her food and chuckled. "Ever the supportive girlfriend."

Beca pecked Chloe's cheek. "I'm supportive in other ways. For instance, have I told you how sexy you look tonight?" Her eyes darkened with lust as they hungrily stared at Chloe's cleavage.

"You so wanna get laid, don't you?" Chloe smirked. "I thought you were the one that said I haven't seen my family since August, and so we couldn't stay back at the hotel and prioritise our sex life over any of our responsibilites like we normally do."

"Me? Turning down sex with you? No way."

"Forgetful as well as deaf, I see."

"What are you two being all secretive about?" Julia asked from across the table. "You've been playing Telephone the past five minutes."

"Uh...it's nothing, mama." Chloe gave a hesitant laugh as Beca sneaked her hand under the table and rubbed up and down her thigh.

"If your mom knew what a little slut you can be-"

"Beca, I swear to fucking god, you are not giving me that dirty talk in front of my entire family at Thanksgiving dinner." Chloe hissed.

"Tell me you don't like it and I'll stop." Beca demanded, her voice husky and hoarse. She knew Chloe wanted it; she definitely wanted it earlier, and now Beca was more than willing to take up her offer. "Go on, tell me. You fucking love it, don't you? You love being Daddy's little slut."

Chloe parted her lips and nodded, her cheeks almost as red as her hair and that day's sunset. It wasn't as if she could deny it, given by her throbbing, burning centre, but she certainly didn't want to give Beca the satisfaction of agreeing with everything she said.

"Mmm, well you're gonna have to wait until we get back to the hotel." Beca winked. "I want you to put that lingerie to good use."

"Yes, Daddy. Anything for you."

Chad edged closer to Chloe, scraping his chair across the floor. "If you guys are playing Telephone, I want in."

Chloe tried to control her moans as Beca started stroking her essence through her slightly damp panties. "W-We're not. C'mon, Beca, let's get a bit of air." Chloe pushed Beca's hand away and pulled down her dress as she stood up with shuddering legs. She nearly stumbled over her heels from her immense struggle to stay upright.

Beca offered her arm for Chloe's support. Chloe gladly accepted it. "Whatever you want, princess." She said innocently.

"Chloe? What's the matter, darling?" Ray frowned with concern as he saw Beca aiding Chloe out of the room.

"She feels a bit ill. I'm helping her walk outside for some air." Beca replied.

"Oh, okay." Ray seemed unconvinced by Beca's excuse, but he chose not to say otherwise. "Do what you must."

Once Beca and Chloe were out of sight from everybody else, Chloe pushed Beca up against the wall and kissed her desperately. Beca could feel the waxy texture of Chloe's freshly applied lipstick pressing against her lips.

They fought for dominance as Beca attempted to move away and lead Chloe out into the yard whereas Chloe was determined to keep Beca at her mercy, and if that meant making out in the hallway where anybody could catch them, then so be it. She tugged at Beca's tie and untied it, followed by unbuttoning her collar. Beca's neck breathed from the removal of her restraints.

"Chloe..." Beca groaned through their kisses. "Out...side..."

Chloe pulled away, completely breathless and incredibly horny. She nodded and dragged Beca all the way down the hall, through the glasshouse and out into the pitch darkness of the yard. They kissed for a few minutes longer before an idea struck Chloe to the very core. A ridiculously hot idea.

"You know, your gravy tastes delicious, Daddy. I wanna drink it all." She purred, her hand resting just below Beca's belt.

Beca smirked. "Thought you weren't into all this 'food porn?'"

"Oh, I am now." Chloe pawed at at her girlfriend's growing tent.

"Mmm, in that case...I've got something I wanna put in your cornucopia after I coat your mouth with my thick gravy."

"And then you can butter my biscuit, hmm?"

"Fuck, I'd love to butter your biscuit, babygirl."

Beca slipped her hand up Chloe's skirt and ran her fingertips along the edge of her girlfriend's panties, occasionally fondling with Chloe's ass. Chloe quietly moaned as she felt Beca's heat pressing against her barely covered crotch. She latched her lips on to Beca's, pulling her in for a slower, more sensual kiss and begun unbuckling her belt.

But before they could go any further, the back door clicked open. Beca and Chloe sprung apart and tore their hands off each other, their hearts thumping in their chests as they stared in the direction of the intruder.

"Cla-wait, Chad...?" Chloe stammered.

"Yeah, uh..." For the first time that evening, and likely in a long time, Chloe's loud-mouthed youngest brother was having trouble to think of anything to say. "I kinda heard you guys...'food porning' and stuff. So I thought it'd be funny if I snuck up on you, cos' it was pretty obvious why you came out here, but I...well, I didn't realize how weird that'd be to watch your sister having sex with her girlfriend. Also, uh...I don't get why you thought I was Clay-"

"Yeah, that's pretty fucking weird, dude." Beca spat as she attempted to cover herself. Here she was, standing with a furious boner pleading for some release, and Chad had decided to amuse himself and interrupt their moment right at the wrong time. She was sexually frustrated and it showed. "What the hell is your problem?"

"I-I don't know-"

"Oh, you fucking do, you lying little-"

"Beca, don't." Chloe sighed; she was just as irritated as Beca was, but she would hate to take it out on her brother. "He's just...curious, I guess. Is that right, Chad?"

"Y-Yeah, a bit." Chad admitted. "I'm getting older and...it's confusing. It's not like I don't know what sex is, but I just...don't really know what to do or what to say, and that's really scary...especially if I'm at college. I thought if I asked you guys, I'd have a better idea, because it's so awkward to ask mom and dad. But I...didn't really know how to put it to you."

"Aww, it's okay, Chaddums." Chloe cooed as she walked over to Chad and gave him a quick cuddle. "We get it. There's no need to feel insecure. You can talk to us any time, you know that. Just give us a call and we'll help you out with whatever you need."

"Yeah, instead of interrrupting us." Beca said.

"It's not his fault you were horny, Beca." Chloe narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend.

"Yeah, but it's your fault for wearing that fucking dress of yours, Chloe."

"Well, that fucking suit of yours was putting naughty thoughts into my mind the second you put it on, but I didn't give in to my urges, did I? And anyway, you kept it well into your pants until dinner."

"What can I say, I was in the mood for a different meal."

"Uh, guys?" Chad said before Chloe could shoot back her response, his eyes darting from side to side. "I'm still here."

"You wanted sex education, we're just getting started." Beca quipped. "At the end of this you'll be a motherfucking pro. Take notes, kid."

Once dinner and desert had been inhaled, and gifts had been exchanged, many of the guests said their goodbyes and left. Beca would've done the same if Chloe hadn't been so adamant on them staying until the very end of the evening. Beca wouldn't argue against that in spite of wanting her down time with Chloe; her girlfriend wanted to make the most of their remaining time in Orlando by spending it with her family, which was completely understandable. Beca just hoped Chloe wouldn't be too tired once they reached the hotel.

They were back on the couches in the living room. Chloe was talking to her cousins while Beca started to draw up a plan with Chad on offering some valuable advice about the wonderful world of sex. Beca didn't think of herself as a great teacher, but the boy was surprisingly captivated by her scrappy explanations. He nodded along to everything she said, even when she wasn't sure what she was blabbering on about.

Another hour flew by and Chad was growing increasingly drowsy. He streched his arms out and emitted a soft yawn. "Phew, learning about orgasms sure does take its toll on you, huh?"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Ray said, preoccupied with reading his newspaper.

"You did well for your first lesson." Beca smiled. "Next time, we'll be talking how you'll be making the girl orgasm. Text me first to check if I'm free, I don't like getting a call when I'm making a mix."

"Or while you're making Chloe orgasm."

"Yeah, that too."

I heard my name and 'orgasm' in the same sentence." Chloe said, craning her neck to face her brother and girlfriend. "I'm suspicious."

"You should be."

"Mmm hmm. Hey, do you wanna make a move soon? It's getting late."

"Yeah, sure." Beca nodded and arose from her seat. She was silently hoping Chloe's sudden decision to leave was to finish what they had started.

"You're leaving? But why?" Chad wondered, unable to hide his disappointment.

"Our flight's at twelve tommorow. We've gotta get up pretty early."

"Oh..."

"Don't worry, sweetie." Julia reassured her son. "They're coming for New Year's."

"Totes, Chaddums. You aren't getting rid of us that easily." Chloe grinned.

"Wait, so does that mean we've gotta get dressed up again?" Beca asked. It seemed like her plans for Broadway would be postponed for another year. "Because you know I don't do suits-"

"'If you look good, you'll feel good.'" Everybody chorused monotonously.

"Right, right." Beca chuckled and shoved her hands in her pockets. "Point taken."

"You bonded with my brother over sex. Why am I not-"

Beca silenced Chloe with a quick kiss. "Hey, aren't you glad I found a common interest with him?"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "And that just so happened to be sex?"

"He came to me about his issues and I'm helping him out."

"What am I, invisible? Pretty sure he came to us. We're a collective unit, Becs."

"Uh huh."

Beca and Chloe had arrived back at the hotel far later than they had intended. Chloe had taken a more sensible, adult approach (keeping in mind what her dad had told her) and immediately changed out of her dress and into her pyjamas. Reluctantly, Beca had done the same and laid down beside her girlfriend, allowing herself to become tangled in Chloe's arms.

"You know," Beca begun. "The lube and lingerie weren't even used on this trip. I feel like they were a wasted addition to our suitcases."

"Oh, poor you." Chloe poked her tongue out. "You're acting like I didn't promise you a lapdance the second we get back to Barden."

"Because you didn't." Beca frowned.

"Well I'm promising you one now, right in this very moment."

"It better be a good lapdance. You left me jerking off in the fucking yard, Chloe. The yard."

"And you took a grand total of five minutes before you came back inside. You must've been really horny." Chloe smirked when Beca rolled her eyes at her.

"You know I was, asshole. If you didn't wear that fucking dress-"

"Okay, I refuse to talk about my dress, or your suit, or all this sex talk we've had with half my family."

"Are you refusing to talk about the artisan bread as well?" Beca sniggered.

"...I will actually murder you in your sleep."