This is my Fight Song Chapter 15: A Thousand Years, a pitch perfect fanfic

A/N: Here it is. The final chapter of This is my Fight Song. Thank you so much to those that have been keeping up with my daily updates and to those that have reviewed, followed, favourited, PMed or anything else me, your words really do mean so much and I give you all virtual hugs. I hope this story has been everything you wanted it to be. OK. I will say that although I'm not saying an outright no to a sequel I will say not right now. This was the ending I had in mind when I first started writing so I'm happy for it to end here while I have other story ideas that I will start up tomorrow (all Bechloe of course). If I am ever inspired by an idea for a sequel then I'll do it. What I can promise is that I'm considering writing an epilogue for this story because after reading over this chapter I realised there was no Staubrey at all and I felt bad. I spent a lot of Youtube time trying to find videos of the two to inspire me for their story line and there is really nothing out there for fans of that pairing which makes me really want to do something nice for them. So… let me know what you think of this ending and if you want me to write an epilogue tomorrow. For now, read on and good night (it is late in Australia).

Monday Night 11.09pm Chloe

"No."

Chloe could see confusion in Beca's eyes and it broke her heart… but not as much as the utter despair that appeared once Beca finally realised what Chloe had said. Chloe reached out a hand as soon as Beca moved to stand. She was actually surprised when the brunette sat back down and just stared at Chloe as if she was wanting for an explanation.

But Chloe didn't have a good one… or at least not that she could put into words.

Why did I say no?

It had been a gut instinct but she hadn't regretted it. She knew it had been in the right to say. Beca had been saying all those beautiful things but Chloe's head had still been back at the step of moving in together. Suddenly Beca had asked the question Chloe had been so sure she'd say yes to and Beca had shown her the ring and then… no… Oh. That was why.

Beca was still staring at Chloe in a way that reminded the redhead of a scared and lost child. Chloe had done that to her, had made her unsure after she had promised to never do that. Something sparkly drew Chloe's attention away from Beca and she looked down at the ring, still sitting on the bed between them like a broken promise. Chloe picked it up, allowing herself a moment to admire it before closing it and placing it back into Beca's lap.

"I… I need you to explain… please Chloe," Beca said. Her voice was small and torn and it made Chloe want to cry.

Chloe swallowed her tears. She owed Beca an explanation. "I love you, you know that."

Beca only stared back at her.

"My entire heart beats for you Beca. You truly are everything to me. I look at my life before you and… it all seems grey until you gave me your colour. I thought I would say yes if you ever did ask… although I assumed I'd be the one doing it after a good ten years of ensuring you wouldn't bolt but… when Tom proposed I said yes. We had been together for four years and been living together for three. It was time and it was the done thing at that point but-and I hope I would have realised this had he not cheated-I can't get married just for that reason. I need to want to spend the rest of my life with the person and I could never have promised that to him…"

Chloe took a deep breath. She felt like she wasn't making sense and was so grateful that Beca was remaining quiet and still willing to listen.

"I may hate the man but the love I want, the love I dream about, is the love my parents had. My mother and my father loved each other in the real meaning of that word. They fought and they argued and they loved and they cared. They were the physical manifestation of two twin souls finding balance in each other. One was serious and grounded, the other was full of life and away with the clouds. When my mother died it was tragic, not because she had died so young, not even because she had been a mother and I was only fourteen… no, it was tragic because she left a half person behind. He can never move on from her because she was that one person for him. I want to find that one love that would kill me to lose and Beca..."

Chloe smiled softly and linked her hand with the brunette's.

"You are that person. I found you. But when you asked me to be your wife, to prove to the world that love like this, sudden, all-encompassing, happens-at-first-sight, overwhelming, passionate love it possible I had to say no because this is forever Beca, me and you, and I want to do that right. When I promise to marry you I want to wear my mother's ring."

"Where is your mother's ring?" The voice was small but it wasn't unsure.

"My father has it. He promised my mother he would give it to the one person who reminded him of her because I inherited his ability to fly with the clouds and I needed my Beca to ground me."

Beca nodded. It was quick and firm and it confused Chloe. There were no more questions, no more concerns. Chloe watched as Beca stood and placed the ring on her desk before changing into pyjamas and climbing into bed.

Chloe eventually copied, mostly to see if Beca would speak once they were in bed. Chloe flicked the lights off and climbed into the bed beside her girlfriend. Silence filled the room. Chloe turned on her side to face the wall. She began to cry as Beca placed a light arm over her side and spooned into her back. Chloe felt Beca's lips press a kiss to her hair as she cried herself to sleep.

Tuesday Morning 6.34am Chloe

Slam!

Chloe's eyes flew open at the sound of a door slamming closed. She didn't even need to roll over to know that she was alone in the bed. Beca was gone. Chloe bit her lip, trying but failing to stop the tears that began to roll down her cheeks. She climbed out of Beca's bed and changed. She quickly packed her stuff and was about to sneak out of Beca's apartment when she saw a small yellow post-it stuck to Beca's pillow.

I love you too baby xx

Chloe straightened her shoulders and pulled out her phone, dialling quickly. "Bree? I need the next flight to Florida. I have someone to see."

Tuesday Morning 7.02am Chloe

You can do this Chloe, Chloe encouraged herself as she knocked on the door of the family home. A surprised looking Grace answered, already dressed for work.

"Chloe? Umm… come on in sweetie. I need to go to work in a few minutes though, so what can I do for you?"

Chloe followed Grace into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. "Have you spoken to Beca today?" Chloe asked. She'd prefer to not need to tell Grace what had happened.

Grace frowned slightly. "Yes I have actually. Have you?"

Chloe shook her head sadly. "No. She was gone when I woke up. I've really hurt her Grace."

Grace chewed on her lip, pondering what she should say to her daughter's girlfriend. "Beca is fine. Let's focus on you right now, are you OK?"

"No! I hurt the woman I love and I'm about to get on a plane in a two hours and I don't know where Beca is or how to contact her. She's going to think I just said no and took off!"

Grace pulled Chloe up and into a hug, "No sweetie she won't think that. If it'll make you feel any better then I will give her a call and tell her you came by worrying about her."

"I'd appreciate that Grace but it's actually not the only reason I came by."

"Oh?"

"I… I want to marry your daughter."

Chloe was worried Grace would comment about last night being a poor way to show it but instead Grace smiled warmly.

"I want you to marry my daughter."

"Oh? Well… good."

"Is that all honey?"

"Actually no."

Grace laughed lightly. "I really do need to go to work so if you can tell me why you came by…"

"It was here that Beca and I fell in love. Well… it was really at the studio that we first met but it was sitting on your porch that I was desperate to kiss her and actually realised that it wasn't just lust I was feeling for her."

"OK?" Grace prompting, not needing the over-sharing redhead to keep going with that train of thought.

"I want to propose to her… here… outside. I want to play a song for her under some Christmas lights because I know that Christmas is her favourite holiday and she accidentally told me once that pianos at Christmas were her number two turn on behind anything I do."

"That sounds… romantic. When?"

"Tonight."

"Didn't you say you had a flight?"

"It's a two hour turn-around. I'll be back tonight."

"I'd be happy to help sweetie."

"Thank you Grace."

"Chloe? Call me Ma."

Tuesday 1.31pm Chloe

Chloe climbed out of the taxi, feeling her anxiety rise with the Miami heat. She hadn't visited her dad in years and it had ended poorly… of course his interview on E News had only worsened matters. Chloe gripped her shoulder bag tightly and walked up the path. He had moved into this small duplex after leaving Chloe when her mother died. He was only 10 minutes from her childhood home but she hadn't known that until she'd found him as an adult. She could only imagine how young, angry, Chloe would have dealt with seeing her father one day at the grocery store. Chloe knocked on the door with stiff knuckles and braced herself. Within minutes she was looking into her double with matching red hair and the same facial features. Her mother had her eyes though.

"Dad," she gasped.

Her eyes, the soft caring brown of her childhood, were now cold and empty.

"Two visits in the one day," he muttered instead of a greeting but he moved aside and allowed Chloe to answer.

"I won't keep you long," Chloe said. "I came for my ring."

"Your mother's ring," he corrected, somehow not being surprised that that was why Chloe was here.

"The ring that mum wanted me to have when I found the right person," Chloe argued.

"And have you? Do you think that that… women," he spat, "Is the person your mother meant when she said that?"

"Yes I do," Chloe said confidently. "She reminds me so much of mum daddy. She loves me and she understands me and she completes me. She looks into my eyes and she can see me. I'm not annoying, or hyperactive or anything else that I've been called in my life. She doesn't care about my celebrity or what I have. I could have nothing and she would love me just as fiercely. I'm going to marry her daddy but I understand if you can't support that. Just… please don't let that cloud your memory of mum. You know that she wouldn't care what Beca looked like, what gender she was. All mum wanted was someone to love me. So please, give me the ring so that I can wear it… assuming Beca forgives me."

"Forgives you?" Chloe's father seemed very confused over that comment.

"Last night she asked me to marry her and I said no because I needed this ring. I need the ring that was the love you shared with mum. Don't let the pain form losing her stop you from seeing the product of your love standing before you, asking for this favour."

"Chlo-bear," his eyes softened and for the first time in ten years Chloe saw her father, "I love you and I want you to be happy. If you say this woman is that for you then I will trust you. I… I'm sorry for what I said. I may be disappointed in some of your lifestyle choices but I should never have spoken for your mother like that. She loved you more than anything."

"Thanks daddy."

"But… I don't have the ring anymore."

"What?"

"I'm sorry Chlo-bear. Can… can you stay for a while?"

Chloe clenched her jaw, trying not to scream at her father's nonchalant attitude to no longer having the ring. "No I have a flight home soon and I still want to visit mum before I leave. What do you mean you don't have the ring?"

He shrugged. "I gave it to someone deserving. Goodbye Chloe." He pushed a shocked Chloe, lightly, from his house and closed the door in her face.

Chloe couldn't believe that the entire trip out here had been such a failure. Chloe pulled her phone out as she began the short walk to the cemetery.

"Chloe?"

"Hey Grace. I know you're at work but do you have a second to talk?"

"Yes sweetie I went on my break when I saw it was you calling. How was your flight?"

"Fine but pointless."

"Oh?"

"I'm in Miami. I went to see my father for the ring."

"And he didn't give it to you?"

"No," Chloe sighed. "He wouldn't even explain it. He just said he'd given it to someone deserving. It was my ring!"

"Where are you now?"

"I'm going to see mum in the cemetery and then I have the flight back at three. I'll be back before eight."

"Do you still want to go through with the proposal without the ring?"

"I do but… I don't want to just by some random ring. I really want it to mean something."

"Why don't you use the one Beca brought?"

"That's a great idea! I can ask Jesse to sneak it out!"

"Perfect. Have you thought of a way to get Beca to my place tonight?"

"Umm… I was kinda hoping that you'd sort that out for me?"

Grace chuckled. "You can count on me honey, she'll be there at 8."

"Actually can you make it 9? So I have time to shower off the plane, get pretty and get things set up?"

"Of course. I expect to be the first person you tell when she says yes though."

"You will. Assuming she says yes."

"Well… either way."

"I promise. I've just reached the cemetery Grace. I'll call you later."

"OK dear. Say hello to you mother for me."

Chloe hung up and followed the familiar path towards her mother's tombstone. She found it easily. She visited daily when she'd lived in the area and then still three times a year when she'd moved to New York. Chloe glanced questioningly at the fresh flowers as she kneeled. They were sunflowers, Chloe's favourite but not the orchids that her father normally buys for her mother.

"Hey mum," Chloe said as she stroked a hand along the writing of her mother's name. "I know it's been a while but I have some news. Some you will hate but some you will love. This year has been one for the records in Chloe Beale's life. I was engaged to Tom-don't worry, he didn't last. I know that you wouldn't approve of him and his frat boy ways. He actually cheated on me and I found out in a video that was released publically. It was pretty embarrassing. I was semi-temporarily-fired from Broadway. It turned out to all be a good thing though because I visited LA to record an album full of my own songs and I finally found her mum… I found the one. She is everything you said she would be. She's grumpy and sarcastic and so grounded. She refuses to accept handouts and she wants to give me a life I deserve even if she can't afford it right now. It hasn't been too long but I knew it from the moment that I broke down on her mother's porch and she comforted me. Her words… well mum I actually made them into a song. You ready? It's been a while since I've sung to you. This song… it's more than her words though. This song is proof that this year threw everything it had at me and I came out better than ever. You don't need to worry about me anymore and neither does Bree. I'm going to be OK now, OK? Alright, here goes."

Like a small boat

On the ocean

Sending big waves

Into motion

Like how a single word

Can make a heart open

I might only have one match

But I can make an explosion

And all those things I didn't say

Wrecking balls inside my brain

I will scream them loud tonight

Can you hear my voice this time?

Chloe could see the music in her head. She knew exactly what beat and instruments Beca would use. She knew exactly how this song would sound. She could see it all so clearly that it felt as if the music was actually flying around the cemetery, filling the ears of the long lost loves, living their eternity in this place.

This is my fight song

Take back my life song

Prove I'm alright song

My power's turned on

Starting right now I'll be strong

I'll play my fight song

And I don't really care if nobody else believes

'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

This year had been a mountain of challenges but Chloe could only smile at the memory. Somehow Tom, her nodes, Broadway, Aubrey and Stacie's breakup, viral videos, stripteases, all seemed like distant memories. None of it mattered.

Losing friends and I'm chasing sleep

Everybody's worried about me

In too deep

Say I'm in too deep (in too deep)

And it's been two years

I miss my home

But there's a fire burning in my bones

Still believe

Yeah, I still believe

And all those things I didn't say

Wrecking balls inside my brain

I will scream them loud tonight

Can you hear my voice this time?

Her father's words, his doubts and anger was gone. Every person who had ever told her she couldn't do it, anyone who had ever doubted the people around her were silenced. What was left was her. She remained.

This is my fight song

Take back my life song

Prove I'm alright song

My power's turned on

Starting right now I'll be strong

I'll play my fight song

And I don't really care if nobody else believes

'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

Anything else that her future had to offer her she was ready. She'd marry Beca. They'd have beautiful children. She'd act and sing and Beca would produce. They'd make it work and they would be more than happy. They'll fight and argue and love and care. Beca was her forever and she would fight for it.

A lot of fight left in me

Like a small boat

On the ocean

Sending big waves

Into motion

Like how a single word

Can make a heart open

I might only have one match

But I can make an explosion

This was her fight song. These words were the testament of who she was now, of who she had become. These were the strong words of someone given every opportunity to crumble but had fought against the world with love and inner strength. This song was the cheer for every single person that struggled against things that weren't their own doing. If Chloe could fight, so could they. So fight.

This is my fight song

Take back my life song

Prove I'm alright song

My power's turned on

Starting right now I'll be strong

I'll play my fight song

And I don't really care if nobody else believes

'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

No I've still got a lot of fight left in me

Chloe stroked her mother's tombstone once more before she left. "I love you mum."

Tuesday night 9.02pm Chloe

Chloe looked around at what she had set up. Well… herself with the assistance of Josh, Amy, Jesse, Stacie and a reluctant Aubrey. Fairy lights filled the yard, just as they had at the birthday party only a few months prior. So much had changed in such a short time. There were some differences in the backyard between now and then though. There were no tables, no food, no people still here. All there was now was Chloe sitting at her baby piano (which they would probably be leaving here for a few days considering the effort Josh, Amy and Jesse had put in just getting it here) and the fairy lights. It was simple, low-key and hopefully… perfect. Chloe's phone vibrated on the stool beside her.

Grace: We just got back. I'll send her around. Good luck.

Chloe swallowed and make sure that Beca's ring was hidden from sight as she placed her fingers on the keys ready to play as soon as Beca appeared. She didn't need to wait too long because very soon a sarcastic brunette clad in skinny jeans and a flannel entered the yard, looking around with wide eyes at the lights. Her eyes quickly locked onto Chloe's.

"Chloe?"

"Hey baby. Surprise?"

"Umm… yeah. You did this?"

"Mmhmm. Can you sit?" Chloe pointed at the deck chair she'd placed beside the piano.

"Sure," Beca said as she slid into the chair. "What's going on?"

Instead of answering Chloe began to play.

Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone,

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath

Every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Chloe sang from her heart and hoped the song could express her feelings in a way that simple words couldn't. She was surprised to see tears running down Beca's eyes when she finished but took the fact that the brunette had stayed as a positive.

"I love you Rebecca Mitchell. I think I loved you before I even knew you. I loved you when mum would tell me stories about you when I was a kid. I loved you when I asked God for the same love my parents had. I loved you from the moment you were born and I will love you until my last breath. I know I said that I wanted my mother's ring and I tried to get it today but I couldn't. And actually I realized that that is OK. The ring won't make the marriage. So Beca," Chloe pulled out Beca's ring and opened it, "Will you marry me?"

Chloe watched as Beca smirked and pulled her own small box out of a pocket. "The ring might not matter but I refuse to take that chance." She opened the box and revealed Chloe's mother's ring.

Monday night 11.09pm Beca

"No."

The unfamiliar word echoed around Beca's empty brain as she tried to connect it with it's meaning. No. Had Chloe just said that she didn't want to get married? That made no sense. Beca was more than confident in her belief that Chloe loved her, she never would have asked if she hadn't been sure. How had this happened? Why had this happened? Beca moved to leave, desperate for space and time to understand but Chloe's had stopped her. She'd listen to a reason; she needed a reason. Beca stared at Chloe's face, trying to discern any possible reason for the rejection. There was none. Chloe seemed just as confused. Beca barely noticed when Chloe placed the ring box back into her lap. Chloe didn't seem willing to say anything.

"I… I need you to explain… please Chloe," Beca said in a small and torn voice.

"I love you, you know that."

Somehow those words didn't help.

Beca listened to every word, searching them, exploring them, investigating them. What was Chloe trying to tell her?

Beca felt a slight tingle as Chloe linked their hands. The redhead's words were filling her with joy and love but confusion was still the winning feeling. She'd said no.

Oh. Chloe did want to marry Beca but Beca had just done it wrong. Of course Chloe didn't care about expensive rings or anything like that… she'd just wanted her mother. Beca could do that, would do that. Where was that ring? "Where is your mother's ring?"

"My father has it. He promised my mother he would give it to the one person who reminded him of her because I inherited his ability to fly with the clouds and I needed my Beca to ground me."

Beca nodded. It was quick and firm. She didn't care what it would take but she would be leaving very early to find Chloe's father in Florida. Actually Beca wasn't entirely sure where Chloe's dad lived but she knew people who would know. Of course she couldn't tell Chloe her plan because the redhead would talk her out of it. No, Chloe needed to be asleep so that she could plan this. Beca stood and placed the ring on her desk before changing into pyjamas and climbing into bed.

Beca waited as Chloe eventually copied. Chloe flicked the lights off and climbed into the bed beside her girlfriend. Silence filled the room. Chloe turned on her side to face the wall. Beca rolled over to spoon her girlfriend just as she normally would. Her brain was moving to quickly to realise that she hadn't really told Chloe that they were OK and she didn't even notice the redhead crying. Beca pressed a kiss to her girlfriend's hair and waited for her to fall asleep. When she did Beca rolled out of bed and grabbed her laptop. Beca booked the earliest flight to Miami at 7am. There was a better one at 9 but Beca figured the earlier the better. It was a two hour turn around so she'd be back that night and would be able to propose again straight away. Beca grabbed her phone and slipped out of the bedroom as she dialled Stacie.

"I'll kill you," A grumpy but awake Stacie answered.

"Sorry for calling so late but I need a favour."

"You have horrible timing. I am part-way through some mind-blowing lesbian make-up sex and you are ruining it."

"Then why did you answer?"

"Because you never call me and I figured if something bad had happened to Chloe then you'd be more likely to face my wrath than my girlfriend's."

"Girlfriend?"

"Fuck yes. Didn't Chloe tell you?"

"Umm… no… we had other stuff on our minds tonight."

"Your own lesbian sex?"

"Not exactly. I need you to keep this completely to yourself. Do not tell Aubrey, OK? Promise?"

"What do I get out of this?"

"You get to be the first to know some gossip?"

"Alright deal."

"I need Chloe's dad's address."

"You gonna smack his ass? Good. 'Bout time someone did. I'll text it to you."

"No. I'm actually going to try and get something from him."

"What?"

"Chloe's mother's ring."

"Why?"

"Really Stacie? Why?"

"Oh my god!"

"Don't say it out loud Stacie! You promised not to tell."

"That's because I didn't know it would be this juicy! When?"

"Tomorrow."

"This is fantastic news. I approve."

"Good to know. I'll let you get back to your demon. Thanks Stace."

"No problems. Good night Beca."

"Night Stacie."

Tuesday morning 6.15am Beca

Beca groaned and rolled over in her bed. Her hand hit something solid and she startled awake. It was her laptop. Why was it in her bed? Oh no, the flight! Beca looked at the time and practically flew out of the bed. Luckily she'd organised her best outfit the night before and was able to just slip it on and grab what she needed before quickly heading out the door and slamming it behind her accidentally.

Beca called her mother on the way to the airport, using her Bluetooth. She knew the woman would already be awake for work and eager for answers about what happened the night before.

"Hello," Grace chirped brightly. "Tell me everything."

Beca laughed at her mother's enthusiasm. "Well…" Beca began dramatically. "I asked Chloe to marry me-"

Grace squealed.

"And she said no."

"What?"

"But it's OK, we're fine. She said no because she wants it done with her mother's ring."

"That's beautiful."

"I know! I feel stupid for not realising."

"So where are you?"

"Heading to the airport?"

"What?"

"I want Chloe to be my wife ma. I'm going to get that ring." Beca was sure she heard her mother sob.

"I am so proud."

"Thanks. If you see Chlo today or speak to her don't tell her where I am, it's going to be a surprise."

"Mouth is sealed. Just make sure I'm the first to know when she says yes."

"I promise ma, but I gotta go. I'm running late and need to bolt through security."

"OK sweetie, good luck."

"Thanks, bye!"

11.31am Tuesday Beca

Beca looked up at the duplex as she exited the taxi. It was the same one from the E News interview. Beca forced away her news and strode to the door, knocking sharply with the hand that wasn't holding flowers. Soon she was looking at a man who was very obviously Chloe's father with his matching hair and facial features.

"Hello?" The man asked, obviously not recognising Beca as Chloe's girlfriend.

"Mr Beale?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Beca Mitchell and I am in love with your daughter."

He immediately moved to slam the door but Beca stuck her foot out. Her foot throbbed in pain and she needed to bit her lip to keep her yelp in but it kept the door open.

"Remove yourself from my property before I call the police," he threatened.

Beca held up the sunflowers in her hand. "I didn't come for you Mr Beale, I came for Chloe and her mother. I am going to visit Chloe's mother and tell her how I feel about her daughter and ask for her permission to marry her. It is not your choice but you do need to be there to give me the ring when she does approve."

The man frowned in confusion at the confident words. "You realise Chloe's mother has passed?"

"Yes. But she lives on in you and your daughter. I need to believe that you aren't the type of man to ignore who your wife was and what she would want just to carry out your own hateful agenda. I need to trust that you will hear my words and make the decision your wife would want as Chloe tells me you are the one who knows her best."

"You remind me of…" His voice trailed off and he disappeared into his house. Beca waited a few minutes before he reappeared. "Let's go."

The walk to the cemetery was silent and short and soon Beca was looking down at Chloe's mother's burial site. Beca placed the flowers on the grave softly. "I'm sorry they are sunflowers. I didn't know your favourite so I brought Chloe's."

"She likes orchids," Mr Beale supplied.

Beca nodded in his direction and kneeled down on the soft grass. "It's nice to meet you Mrs Beale. My name is Beca Mitchell. I have been dating your daughter for the last three months and they have been the best of my life. I understand if you think this is too soon but I love your daughter and I want your permission to marry her. She told me that you were engaged to her father after a month so I hope you'll understand. I've loved her since the very first moment I laid eyes on her. It wasn't because she was beautiful, which she is, but it was because of her radiance. She had this ability to fill every single person in the theatre with her passion and zest for life. I may not have much and I may not be much but everything I have and everything I am belongs to your daughter. I will never love another person as much except for our children. Every single day I will make her smile and laugh and give her something to look forward to. I will comfort her when her trusting openness gets her hurt and I will guard her heart to the best of my ability. I will do my best to give her what she wants and needs and I will never stray from my dedication to her. I will never falter. I may not be the person you imagined marrying your daughter but I promise there is no one who will love her more. May I please marry your daughter?"

Beca turned to focus her intense gaze on Chloe's father to wait for his decision. He didn't say a word as he placed a small box beside Beca and left her alone in the cemetery.

Tuesday night 8.32pm Beca

Beca awoke with a start as she felt her phone ringing on the bed next to her. She had come home and showered. She'd wanted nothing more than to go find Chloe but had accidentally fallen asleep while planning a new proposal speech. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and had been up early so no one could really blame her. She glanced at her phone to see her mother ringing.

"Ma?" She answered in a tired voice.

"Hey dear, did I wake you?"

"Yeah just a power nap, no worries. What's up?"

"How was the flight?"

"Long."

"And the ring?"

"I got it," Beca grinned.

"You did? That's excellent baby!"

"Thank ma."

"Good. Now listen, I'm outside, come get it my car."

"What?" Beca sat upright in her bed.

"It's important, don't argue," her mother snapped.

"Ma I was kinda hoping to see Chloe tonight."

"You can do that later. C'mon."

Beca sighed but pulled herself out of bed. She was only wearing her comfy skinny jeans and favourite flannel but she'd be able to change before going to find Chloe. She made sure the ring had been transferred when she'd changed pants anyway.

Tuesday night 9.02pm Beca

Beca frowned at her mother as she began to text the moment they pulled up to her house. She was too focused on her mother's strange behavior to notice Chloe's car parked across the street.

"Bec can you head round the back of the house for me?" Grace asked as she exited the car.

"Why?" Beca whined as she got out as well.

"Rebecca Mitchell you do as your mother says."

Beca groaned but obeyed, slowly making her way around the house and to the backyard. Of course Beca was beyond surprised when she saw how beautiful the backyard looked. There were fairy lights everywhere, just like Christmas. It was Beca's perfect idea of romance. Of course that doubled when she spotted Chloe at a piano in her backyard.

"Chloe?" The redhead was stunning, as always.

"Hey baby. Surprise?"

"Umm… yeah. You did this?" Beca had no idea what Chloe was doing but whatever it was, it was amazing.

"Mmhmm. Can you sit?" Chloe pointed at the deck chair she'd placed beside the piano.

"Sure," Beca said as she slid into the chair. "What's going on?"

Instead of answering Chloe began to play.

Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone,

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath

Every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Beca smirked and pulled her own small box out of a pocket. "The ring might not matter but I refuse to take that chance." She opened the box and revealed Chloe's mother's ring.

"That's my ring. How did you… when did you… what did you…" Chloe rambled.

"I flew to Florida today and convinced two people to let me marry their daughter, the love of my life."

"You didn't!" Chloe gasped with wide eyes. "I did too!"

"What?"

"I flew to Florida at 9, met my dad, spoke to my mum, and flew back to do all this."

"We must have just missed each other. I left at 7."

"This is crazy."

"Maybe. Or it could just be fate. So what do you say Chloe Beale? Will you marry me?"

"I asked first," Chloe grinned.

Beca shook her head and mock glared at the redhead. "Give me your hand."

Chloe held out her left hand and Beca slid on the ring. "Yes," she said as Beca did.

Beca held out her own hand. "Yes," she mimicked as Chloe slid on Beca's ring.

"We're engaged," Chloe beamed.

"We are."

"I'm gonna kiss you now," Chloe announced as she slid from her chair into Beca's lap.

"Never stop," Beca replied.

"I won't," Chloe breathed as their lips connected, sealing the promise of eternity.

A/N: I love you awesome nerds. Sleep well. Peace.