Stone Heart Loves Bulletproof Glass

by BakeryHoePie

*On Hiatus* Beca's rise to fame happened in the blink of an eye. Chloe has never had any kind of control over her life. Choosing not to eat or how much to eat was the first sense of control that she ever had. Sometimes when you get a taste of control, you will do anything to keep that control. Regardless of what kind of damage you do to yourself.

8. I'm Talking Loud, Not Saying Much

A/N: Hello awesome nerds! This chapter is going to be Staubrey-centric. Bechloe will appear, but this is mainly going to be focused on our secondary leading ladies. I hope that you all enjoy! As always, please R&R, it feeds my ego! :D

Chapter 8: I'm talking loud, not saying much

~*~A&C~*~

"I can't do this."

"Bree, you're going to be fine."

"I'm just going to call her and cancel."

Aubrey stops her pacing at the foot of her bed to glance at her best friend. Chloe is hunched over on Aubrey's bed, reading glasses perched on her textbook buried nose. She has an orange highlighter in her hand, raised up to her mouth as she chews on the cap. Chloe pulls the highlighter out of her mouth, a look of exasperation crossing her face as she glances at her best friend.

"No you aren't. You have had a toner for this girl for a year now. If I have to drag your ass over to her and Beca's house, I will."

"I'm going to throw up. I can't….oof!"

Aubrey stumbles sideways as a pillow smacks her in the side of her face. Her eyes narrow, head whipping towards the redhead. Chloe meets her best friend's glare with a wide grin.

"What the hell Chloe!"

"You have nothing to worry about. That girl is crazy about you. You could go out dressed in a potato sack and she would still think that you were the most beautiful girl in the room."

"That doesn't mean that you have to hit me in the head with a pillow."

"You were rambling; some of us are trying to study."

"It's Saturday, nerd."

Chloe reaches behind her back, grabbing another pillow off of Aubrey's bed. She glares playfully at her best friend before sending the ball of down feathers flying towards the blonde's face. Aubrey anticipates the move this time, grabbing the offending object out of the air. Chloe doesn't have time to react before the pillow is lobbed in her direction. The pillow smacks her directly in the forehead, causing her to fall on her back on the bed. Chloe sits back up with a huff, sending her blonde friend a death glare. The disheveled look that the redhead is now sporting only causes Aubrey to laugh. Chloe narrows her eyes, using her hands to try and tame down her now unruly locks.

"You're evil, Aubrey Michelle Posen."

"You are still a nerd, Chloe Elizabeth Beale."

A snort escapes the redhead.

"A nerd? That is really rich coming from you, Miss I have been studying non-stop for the last six months. Essentially becoming a hermit. This is the first time that I have seen you go out on a date since you declared your major."

"I could say the same about you missy. When is the last time that you went out on a date? If I recall correctly, it was freshmen year. The crazy girl that Cynthia Rose hooked you up with. What was her name? She stalked you for three months around campus before you had to get a restraining order on her."

"Her name was Amber. I didn't know that she was going to be bat shit crazy."

"Chloe. We found her inside of our dorm room. She was naked, in your bed! She was nuts."

A loud groan escapes Chloe's lips, her head dropping into the textbook in her lap.

"I knoooooowwwwww. That was the one and only blind date that I have ever gone on. I will never do that again."

"Yeah but have you even been on a real date with anyone since then?"

"No. I don't have time for dating."

"What about Beca? You guys really seemed to hit it off. She's a little bit more alternative than what you usually go for but she seems nice."

"Please. There is no way that was any more than a hook up. Beca is way out of my league."

"As if. If anything, you are out of that Hobbit's league."

"Not even close. That girl is extremely popular in the club scene. Not to mention the fact that she produced a single with Beyonce this year. Beyonce Bree….the Queen. Beca can literally have any single person that she wants in this city. There is no way in the Aca-hell that she would settle for little old Chloe Beale from Tampa, Florida."

"Why do you always sell yourself short Chlo? You are an amazing person. Plus you are undeniably gorgeous."

"Bree, you have to say that kind of crap. It is in the best friend handbook."

"Well first off Chloe Elizabeth Beale, the best friend handbook can go fuck itself."

Chloe's eyes widen as her best friend lets loose with a rarely used curse word.

"I am not telling you this because it is expected of me. I am telling you this because it is the truth."

Aubrey walks over to the side of her bed that is not occupied by an unruly redhead. She sits daintily down on the mattress, folding her hands over her robe covered thighs. She clears her throat towards her best friend, scowling when she gets no response. Chloe crinkles her nose but continues skimming through her textbook. Aubrey narrows her eyes, unclasping her hands from her lap. She lifts her hand to Chloe's chin, jerking the younger girl's eyes up to meet hers.

"Chlo-Bug. Why are talking so negatively about yourself? Are you spiraling again? I know that this month is always hard. I know that you miss Christine. I miss her too. I know that my mom is still around but Christine was like my mom too Bug. She wouldn't want this for you. You know that."

Chloe brings her hand up to furiously wipe at the tears that have formed underneath her reading glasses. A choked sob escapes Chloe's lips as Aubrey pulls her into a tight hug. Chloe buries her face deeply into the blonde's neck, sobbing loudly against the smooth skin.

"I just miss her so much Bumble-Bree."

"I know Chlo-Bug. I miss her too.

"Do you think…" Chloe's words die out against Aubrey's neck as a loud hiccup is pressed into the blonde's flesh. A gasp leaves the redhead's lips as she struggles to catch her breath. "Do you think that if she was still here, my dad would still talk to me?"

Aubrey rubs her hand soothingly up and down Chloe's back. She moves her free hand into red locks, running her fingers softly through her best friend's hair.

"Of course Chlo-Bug. Christine wouldn't let Jonathon disown you for who you love. She would have kicked his ass all over Post. It doesn't matter Chloe. I know that it hurts that your dick-lick of a father decided that he couldn't accept you for who you are, but it's really his loss. He doesn't get to see the wonderful woman that you have turned into. He won't get to see you graduate; he won't get to see you get your Master's degree and then go on to get your PhD in Psychology. Don't beat yourself up over it. My parents will be there and Gammy and Papa Beale will be there."

Chloe's sobs begin to die down, small hiccups escaping her lips as her cries begin to lessen. Aubrey lifts her head up slightly, pressing a firm kiss to the top of Chloe's head. Aubrey continues running her fingers through soft red locks, humming quietly into her best friend's ear.

"It's going to be okay, Chlo-Bug."

"I know Bumble-Bree. It's just hard around this time of year."

"I know baby. It will probably never get any easier. But I promise you that I will always be here….."

"I know that you will."

Chloe sniffles loudly, lifting her head up from Aubrey's neck. She ghosts her lips over Aubrey's cheek as she sits back up. She meets her best friend's eyes, giving the older girl a small smile to let her know that she is okay.

"Sorry about that little emotional breakdown, Bumble."

"It's fine Bug. What are best friend's for? Now about this little Alt Girl."

Chloe rolls her eyes at her friend, scoffing softly. "I told you already, it was a hook up. It didn't mean anything."

"I smell bull crap Missy. I know that you have had a toner for her for quite some time now."

"It doesn't matter Bumble. I was just another Wham! Bam! Thank you Ma'am! To her."

"I don't think so Bug. I saw the way that she looks at you. She likes you."

"You're wrong Bumble. I have seen her how many times at Pulse? She leaves with a different girl every weekend that I have been there. Plus you've seen the magazines."

"Those magazines are gossip fodder. You have to take them with a grain of salt. Ninety percent of what they print isn't even true."

"That is beside the point Bree. She is out of my league and I don't have time for dating."

"You haven't gone out on a date since the Naked Bed Stalker in freshmen year."

"I know Bree."

"Chlo, that was six years ago."

"I know that Bree. I am too busy with school and work. You of all people should know that."

"I don't know why you work, you don't have to."

"I know that I don't. I work because I want to. I enjoy my job."

"You love to teach yoga classes three times a week?"

"Um, duh. I get extra money, my gym membership is free. Plus I get to spend two hours a day three times a week surrounded by hot, sweaty women."

"Sounds gross."

"Oh Bree, it is anything but gross to watch twenty women, at least half of which are incredibly attractive, do downward facing dog."

"You're like a guy Chloe."

"Thank you!"

Aubrey rolls her eyes at her enthusiastic best friend.

"You should probably get dressed hon; Stacie will be here in like half an hour to pick you up. Unless you want to go out to eat in that sexy get up."

Aubrey stops her incessant pacing to look down at her outfit. Eyes widening as she realizes that she is clad only in a red lacy bra and matching pair of panties.

"I mean, I am sure that Stacie wouldn't mind your outfit choice but she would most definitely be distracted all night."

"We wouldn't have this problem if you would tell me what outfit to wear."

"I told you. The green dress is where it's at. It shows off the perfect amount of cleavage without being too revealing. Plus it is crazy tight, so it will show off your curves."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. Don't you know? Gingers are always right!"

Aubrey scoffs, rolling her eyes at the redhead.

"I have never heard that before. I thought that the saying was that gingers don't have souls?"

"That is a myth. I have many souls. Every single freckle that I have represents a soul that I have stolen from someone else."

"You're ridiculous."

"You love me. Now shut up and get ready. I have an exam to study for."

"Nerd." Chloe sticks her tongue out at Aubrey, turning her attention back to her textbook.

~*~S&B~*~

"Stace, you are going to pace a hole into the floor. Just chill dude."

"I can't stop. I am so fucking nervous."

"Sack up dude! You have no reason to be nervous."

"I can't help it."

"Dude, this is not normal behavior for Anastacia "The Hunter" Conrad. I've never seen you get so worked up over a girl. You've got it bad dude."

"I could say the same about you, Rebeca "Stone Heart" Mitchell."

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Stace."

"You like the ginger bombshell."

"Please. DJ BPM does not do relationships. I mean yeah she is crazy good in bed. I would definitely take that bike for a ride again. That is about it."

"I call bullshit Beca. You like Chloe. You have never been like that around another girl. DJ BPM does not do jealousy. Beca Mitchell does. I have known you for a long time Beca, I can see right through those titanium walls that you have built. I know that you are afraid of letting someone else in, but I have seen the way that she looks at you. She has feelings for you too."

"No Stace that's where you're wrong. I don't do feelings. What Chloe and I had was purely physical. A hook-up. I would say a one night stand but I wouldn't mind hooking up with her again. That is as far as our relationship will go."

"I don't believe you."

"It's the truth Stace."

"Whatever. I have to go get ready for my date. What time do you work tonight?"

"At five. I'm taking the earlier set tonight. Em and I are due at the studio at nine tomorrow morning so Luke switched with me."

"Are you guys finally recording her single?"

"Yes dude. Sammy is finally letting me produce my own original single. If he likes it, he is going to let me produce her whole album."

"Oh my god Beca! That is so freaking awesome! I know that you are going to kill it."

"Hopefully."

"No babe. You are going to make an amazing single. Sammy is going to love it and you are going to produce your first album. I can't believe it! This is everything that you wanted. This is why we moved to Los Angeles."

Beca pulls her attention away from her laptop, glancing at her best friend. Stacie is pulling on a skin tight strapless red dress. The fabric clings to Stacie's curves like a second skin. The tight dress ends mid-thigh, breasts barely contained by the top. Stacie adjusts her boobs, smoothing the fabric down her hips. When she is satisfied with the way the dress fits, she unclasps her bra, pulling the lacy black fabric out from under the dress. She meets the gaze of her best friend, holding her arms out, gesturing to her outfit.

"Well Beca. What do you think? How do the goodies look?"

"You look hot Stace. Not that you need me to tell you that."

"Maybe I just like hearing you admit that you think that I'm hot."

"Stacie, a blind man would find you hot. Come on dude, don't be ridiculous. So are we going braless tonight?"

"Duh. This dress is way too tight to wear a bra."

"Well hopefully you don't give Aubrey a free show. That girl is wound so tight, she will probably have a coronary."

"First off, double points for using a big word. I didn't even know that you knew the word coronary."

"Fuck off Stace."

"No thanks Babe. Secondly, the goodies will be just fine. I am pretty sure that this dress is too tight for them to make an appearance."

"I'm sure they'll find a way."

"Maybe. On that note, I have to leave. I have a beautiful blonde to go woo. I'll say hi to the redheaded vixen for you."

"Have fun tonight. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do."

"Oh my. That means that the possibilities are endless."

Beca throws her middle finger up at her best friend. Stacie smirks, pursing her lips to blow the shorter brunette a kiss.

"Don't be a dick, Conrad."

"Love you too Beca-Boo. I'll see you later tonight. Have a great set."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get all cheesy on me "Hunter."

Stacie raises her middle finger in the air on her way out of the house. She grabs her purse and keys off of the table as she heads out of the front door.

"Make good choices!" Is what Stacie hears her best friend yell as she shuts the front door behind her.

~*~A&C~*~

It was around the time that Aubrey started doing her makeup that Chloe began to feel the urge to kill her best friend. Between Aubrey's incessant pacing and her willingness to cancel her highly anticipated date, Chloe can feel her face flushing with annoyance. After about the hundredth time of Aubrey threatening to call Stacie to cancel, Chloe catches her best friend's attention with a loud scoff.

"Jesus Aubrey would you pop a fucking Xanax already! You are driving me absolutely crazy. It is too late to cancel. Plus Stacie is crazy about you. If you talk about cancelling on her one more time, I am going to strangle you."

Chloe runs a hand through her hair in frustration, pulling harshly at the ends.

"You need to finish getting ready; I'm going out into the living room before I throw this textbook at you."

Chloe stands up from Aubrey's perfectly made bed. She grabs her textbook and notes with a huff, stomping out of her best friend's room.

"Don't forget to take one of your pills babe. You are way too tightly wound right now. I wouldn't want you to throw up on Stacie tonight."

Chloe calls from the living room. Aubrey rolls her eyes, secretly touched by her best friend's caring reminder. Chloe is so focused on jotting down notes from her textbook that she almost jumps out of her skin when she hears a knock on the front door. Her textbook falls to the floor as she shoots up from the couch with a squeal.

"Chlo? Can you get the door please?"

"I got it babe."

Chloe makes her way to the front door. She unlocks the deadbolt and chain, pulling the door open to reveal a nervous looking Stacie. Stacie's eyes widen slightly as she takes in the appearance of the redhead.

"Hey Red. Looking good."

Chloe can feel heat rising on her neck. She rolls her spectacle covered eyes at the tall brunette.

"I look horrible Stacie…"

"No Red, you look hot."

Chloe scoffs. "Please. I am wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. Look at you, all decked out in a very sexy dress."

"Whatever. I know that I am hot. That is beside the point Red. You are rocking the casual nerd look. Those glasses tho."

Chloe's cheeks tint red at Stacie's flirtatious comment. She waves her hand in-between the two of them, trying to shake off her embarrassment.

"Please….You look amazing. I look like a stressed out college student finishing up her last semester before her master's program."

"Well you are rocking the stressed out college student look. Seriously Red, learn to take a compliment. You look hot, rock it."

"Whatever you say, Dr. Leggy. Please come in. Aubrey is almost ready."

Chloe gestures her hand into the apartment, extending Stacie an offer to come in. A huge grin spreads across Stacie's face as she breezes into the apartment. Her nostrils are immediately met with the warm smell of lavender and vanilla that seems to envelope the entire apartment. Chloe shuts the door behind the brunette, following Stacie into the living room. Chloe can't help but check out the brunette as she follows her to the couch, eyes trailing up and down the other girl's lithe body. Chloe tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down slightly on the flesh as she plops down next to Stacie on the couch. She may have a huge crush on Stacie's best friend, but for god's sake, she isn't blind. Stacie is hot and Chloe is only human. The taller girl has legs that are seemingly endless, and she is clad in an extremely tight dress. Chloe shakes hormonal teenage boy self out of her revere, meeting amused green eyes that seem to be sparkling with mischief.

"See something that you like Red?"

Chloe releases her lip from her teeth, sliding her reading glasses up to rest on the top of her head. She rubs her fingers over her tired eyes, trying to figure out how to deny that she was checking Stacie out. When she has finished rubbing invisible dust out of her eyes, she opens her eyes to see Stacie openly staring at her with a huge smile on her face. Chloe clears her throat, trying to loosen up the knot that has formed there.

She croaks out a raspy "What?" in spite of the lump.

"I said, did you see something that you like Red?"

"I was …um.."

Stacie laughs, her naked shoulders rising slightly with the force of her laugh. She places a hand over her mouth to cover up the soft snort that manages to escape from her lips. After a few minutes of fighting her sudden onslaught of giggles, Stacie manages to get her laughter under control. She meets Chloe's eyes, softly wiping at her eyes.

"I didn't think that I could actually render you speechless Red. That is awesome. I'm totally screwing with you. I know that you were checking me out and I have no problem with it. If I wasn't hung up on your best friend and if my best friend wasn't hung up on you, I would totally fuck you on this very couch. I have been dying to find out if the carpet matches the drapes."

Brazened by Stacie's confidence, Chloe leans slightly into the other girl.

"You'll just have to take my word for it when I tell you that this is my natural hair color. There is no other proof aside from my word. Just ask your best friend."

Stacie's mouth drops open, shocked at the forwardness of the redhead.

"I think that we are going to get along beautifully Red."

"Well, you did just admit that you want to fuck me on this couch." Chloe winks at the brunette.

"I mean can you blame me? I….." Stacie's words trail off as Aubrey walks out of her bedroom. The brunette's jaw drops, eyes darkening as she takes in the blonde's outfit. Chloe lifts her hand to Stacie's jaw, closing the brunette's mouth.

"You're drooling Legs."

Stacie stands up from the couch, slowly making her way over to Aubrey. She takes the blonde's left hand in hers, lifting the hand to her mouth to place a soft kiss to the top of Aubrey's hand.

"You look gorgeous Posen."

"You don't look so bad yourself Conrad."

"Oh my Aca-God, you two are disgustingly cute. Now would you guys be so kind as to get the hell out of this apartment so I can study for this godforsaken midterm?"

"Fine party pooper. Let's go Aubrey. I made us reservations at this little restaurant called Angelini Osteria."

"Little restaurant!? Stacie that place is crazy expensive."

"I know. Nothing but the best for you madam. Now if we are going to make our reservation on time, we have to go."

Stacie interlaces her fingers with Aubrey's, pulling the older girl towards the front door.

"See you later Red."

"Bye Chloe."

"Bye Ladies. Have a wonderful time. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do. Stacie, don't keep my best friend out too late."

"Don't worry Red; I will take good care of her. Have fun with your study sesh."

"Ew. Nobody likes to study."

"Don't we know it?"

Chloe laughs heartily as the two girls step out of the apartment. She turns her attention back to her notes as she hears the lock click in place.

~*~A&S~*~

"So tell me more about yourself, Stacie Conrad."

"Well I was born in Raleigh, North Carolina. My parents and I moved to Atlanta, Georgia when I was two. Beca and I met in kindergarten. We met Amy in first grade. My parents got divorced when I was seven. My dad took off to New York. I haven't heard from him since. My mom didn't really recover from him leaving. She started drinking pretty heavily so I spent a lot of time at Beca's house. Her parents got divorced a year later. We pretty much just floated along. Beca's mom faired a little bit better; she was expecting Warren to leave so she didn't spiral down like my mom did. My mom went to rehab for drinking and pills when I was eleven, so I pretty much moved into Beca's house. When I was sixteen, she finally felt healthy enough to come home. I moved back in with her until we graduated high school. Beca got a record deal here in L.A. a month before graduation. Amy inadvertently inherited her house from one of her boyfriends. So we moved out here when we graduated high school and that is pretty much it. The rest is history or so they say. Now I am here with you."

"Wow. I'm sorry Stacie. Sounds like you had it a little bit rough."

"Pssh. It wasn't that bad. I mean I had great friends and I turned out alright."

"I would say so. How are you as far ahead as you are in school? I am assuming that you are a couple of years younger than me. So you're what, twenty one?"

"Yes I am twenty one. I am pretty much a science whiz. I had all of my freshmen prerequisites completed before my senior year of high school. I have pretty much done nothing but take classes since we moved out here. I have taken full class loads during breaks so that I could get ahead. Luckily my job allows me a lot of freedom so I can focus on school."

"You have time for a job?"

"Yeah. I didn't have much of a choice. I mean, I got a few scholarships but they don't always pay for everything, you know? My mom didn't really do a good job at keeping a college fund around for me and my dad didn't give a shit about me. So I have to work in order to pay for school."

"What kind of job do you have time for between all of our coursework?"

"I model."

"Of course you do."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well I mean you're freaking gorgeous. Of course you would model."

"It pays pretty well."

"I am sure that it does."

"Enough about boring old me. What about you? Tell me all that I need to know about one Aubrey Posen."

"There really isn't much to say. I was born in Aiken, South Carolina. My father is a General in the Army. We moved to Atlanta when I was two months old. I have one sibling. My brother Alex is ten years older than me so he wasn't around much when I was growing up. He is also in the Army. He is stationed overseas in Germany right now with his wife and two daughters. I met Chloe when we were four. We met at the child development program that we went to on post. Growing up with an Army General is not exactly a walk in the park. Chloe's dad is a Lieutenant General. We pretty much grew up being forced to be model children. We were expected to maintain straight "A's" at all times, to be polite, respectful and quiet. Not exactly the ideal way to be brought up if you ask me. All it really did was give me a severe case of anxiety and stress vomiting. I have been prescribed Xanax since I was sixteen."

"That sounds really shitty Bree. It seems like you and Chloe have done pretty well considering."

"I mean I guess that we do alright. We lean pretty heavily on each other for support. I have gotten pretty good at compartmentalizing my feelings over the years. Chloe on the other hand, not so much."

"Really? I don't see it. The small amount of time that I have spent around her, she seems happy and pretty upbeat."

"Yeah. It's all an act. She chooses to suffer silently on the inside. The worst part of it is that she is pretty much spiraling downward right now. I can see it in her eyes. I have been so busy with you and with school that I failed to notice how bad it has gotten over the past year. It took a small heart to heart with Beca this morning to open my eyes."

"She seems fine to me."

"Like I said Stacie, she is really good at hiding it. Let me give you a little insight to the world of Chloe Beale. When we were sixteen, Chloe's mom Christine died in a car accident. Chloe blames herself and hasn't been able to get rid of the guilt. Doctor Davidson is her therapist. About six months after Christine died, Chloe started starving herself. She was struggling a lot back then. She was sad about her mom and struggling with her sexuality, and that felt like her only escape. She weighed 110 pounds around the time that we lost Christine. At the peak of her bulimia, she went down to 75 pounds. She almost died. What we didn't know is that she was also cutting herself, trying to bleed away the gay. At least that is what she said. After she passed out at school one day, she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for teens. She was there for six months with Doctor Davidson. When she got out of the hospital, she had gained back most of the weight that she had lost and she had stopped cutting herself. About a month after she came home, her dad caught her in the middle of messing around with another girl and he kicked her out of the house. She moved in with my family. That is the last time that she ever heard from her father. She relapsed and went back for ninety days. Nine months after she got out for the second time, we graduated high school in Georgia and took the first flight out here to Los Angeles. That is pretty much her story."

"Fuck. That is pretty heavy."

"Yeah. So when we were at breakfast this morning, your phone rang. Chloe went to the bathroom. Beca and I had a conversation. When we were at my apartment having dinner last night, Beca and Chloe had a conversation in the hallway. Apparently Chloe freaked out when Beca called her thin and ran into the bathroom. Beca listened in at the door and heard Chloe talking to herself about how fat and disgusting she is. She also made herself throw up. That isn't even the worst of it. As you are probably aware, our best friends' did the dirty last night and probably again this morning. Beca told me that she saw freshly scabbed over cuts on Chloe's thighs. I thought that she was done with all of this shit…"

Aubrey's words trail off as a sob erupts from her chest. She startles slightly as she feels Stacie's hand cover the top of hers. Slightly red-rimmed green eyes lock onto concerned hazel ones. Stacie turns Aubrey's hand over on the table, interlacing their fingers.

"We will find a way to help her Bree. It won't be easy, but I will help you figure something out. It will have to stay between the two of us. Getting Beca involved right now is not a good idea."

"Why do you say that?"

"It seems like both of our friends have some pretty dark demons right now. Beca will probably kill me if she finds out that I told you this but I am probably going to need your help too."

"What exactly do you mean Stacie?"

"Well, let me backtrack a little bit. When we first moved out here, Beca's job at Residual Heat was pretty much being a glorified barista. She got coffee and burritos for all of the staff. They made her a lot of big promises to get her to come out here and at first they didn't follow through. She was making money but it was barely above minimum wage at the time. So we went to a few 18 and over night clubs with demos and talked to a lot of club owners. It took us a few months but we managed to book her weekend gigs when she wasn't on the beck and call of her asshole of a boss. It didn't take long for DJ Lady BPM to hit the big time. The owner of Pulse came into one of the sketchy clubs that Beca frequented as the DJ. He pretty much fell in love with her set. He all but accosted us at the end of the night. He offered her more money than her nineteen year old self could fathom. Her reputation as a Deejay pretty much skyrocketed overnight after her first set at Pulse. She pretty much became a household name. One night during her set, David Guetta came into the club when he was in Los Angeles for a concert. He talked to the owner of the club and set up a meeting with Beca after her set. He told Beca that he wanted to work on a single with her. Beca almost died talking to her idol. So she told him that she was under contract with Residual Heat. He got in contact with her boss and talked to him about working with Beca. After Beca and David made their single together, she became a sensation. She was a huge name in the deejay world and David helped skyrocket her name in the music production industry. So you know that the music industry has a tendency to ruin people. Well about six months ago, Beca broke up with her girlfriend Heidi. They had been together for a year. Beca walked into Heidi's apartment to find her in bed with one of her co-workers. Beca was pretty devastated. As a child of divorce, it is really hard to let someone break down your walls. It is easier to just guard your heart and have meaningless hookups. Beca let her walls down for Heidi and in return she had her heart stomped on. Beca's dad left her and her mom for another woman. Beca was eight when they were abandoned. About a year after the divorce was finalized, Beca and her mom ran into Warren and his new wife in town. That was the day that Beca completed the construction around her heart. Turns out that Warren had been cheating on Laura for pretty much the entire time that they had lived in Atlanta. Warren met Sheila at Barden University, where he was a professor of Comparative Literature. Sheila was a professor of European History or some shit like that. Well to make a long story short, they ended up having an illicit affair. A year after they started their affair, Sheila got pregnant. Emily was born when Beca was three. They ran into Warren and Sheila and Emily that day in town. It was the first time that Laura and Beca found out that Warren and Sheila had a child together. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Beca wanted nothing to do with Warren after she found out about Emily. It went on like that for a long time. When we started our senior year of high school, Emily started as a freshman. It took a while but Emily managed to charm her way into Beca's life. She still doesn't have a relationship with Warren but, she and Emily are very close. I've gotten slightly off track. So Beca was pretty messed up after her breakup with Heidi. She sulked for quite some time. Her mixes and sets became extremely depressing. Even her boss at the label commented on how glum she had become at work. Calling the already glum and sarcastic alt girl even more glum than normal was pretty scary. Amy and I knew that we had to do something to get Beca out of her funk. Unfortunately we made a pretty bad choice. We slipped ecstasy into her drink during one of her sets two months ago. That night was the beginning of Beca's spiral into darkness. Beca started using pretty heavily. Mostly it was x but one night her dealer gave her cocaine at a party. Beca overdosed that night. She was dead for three minutes before they managed to revive her. After that night last month she told me that she was done with all of the drug shit. Apparently our study groups and classes have made me blind to Beca's lies. She is still using and I am fucking terrified that she is going to die this time."

Aubrey laughs sardonically, squeezing Stacie's fingers tightly in her own.

"This is terrible first date conversation." Stacie manages her own soft laugh, despite the heaviness in the air.

"Well I did tell you that I was absolute shit at this dating thing. Wouldn't want to disappoint."

"Well even with all of the seriousness in the air, this is still the best date that I have ever been on."

The girls break their hands apart as their waiter walks up to the table with a tray of food. He drops off Stacie's tortellini and Aubrey's risotto, refilling both of their wine glasses before making himself scarce. Both girls immediately dig into their food, moaning loudly as their taste buds explode with an array of amazing flavors. They continue with their meals, feeling extremely comfortable in the other's presence, not bothered with the silence. They finish what they can of their amazing meals, both eventually succumbing to the proverbial food wall that they hit halfway through. When the meal is said and done, they leave the restaurant with to-go containers and only a small argument about who was going to pick up the check. (Stacie won) They make their way to Stacie's midnight blue Honda Accord. Stacie opens the passenger door for Aubrey, smiling goofily as the blonde presses a kiss to her cheek as she steps into the car. Stacie hands Aubrey the to-go containers before softly closing the passenger door. She makes her way to the driver's side, hand pressed up to the cheek that Aubrey kissed.

~*~Aubrey and Chloe's Apartment~*~

Stacie pulls her car into a parking space outside of Aubrey's apartment. She turns the key in the ignition, switching off the car. She steps out of the driver's side, making her way over to Aubrey's door. Stacie pulls open the door, offering her free hand to the blonde. Aubrey smiles at the brunette as she takes her hand. Aubrey steps out of the car, placing Stacie's to-go container on her seat. Stacie interlaces her fingers with the blonde's, lightly pulling the girl away from the car. Aubrey presses her shoulder into the passenger door to shut it as the two girls make their way to Aubrey's front door. The two girls slowly make their way to the door, swinging their interlocked hands between them. Aubrey stops in front of the door, turning her entire body to face Stacie.

"I had a really nice time tonight Stacie."

"I did as well Aubrey."

"We should do it again sometime."

"Yeah….fuck this small talk crap."

Stacie surges forward, closing the small gap between the two of them. She presses her lips firmly against the blonde's. Aubrey moans softly, her mouth opening slightly. Stacie uses that to her advantage, snaking her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Stacie presses her body into Aubrey's, pressing the shorter girl's back into the front door. Aubrey moans again, pressing her body harder against Stacie's. She presses her tongue against Stacie's, fighting the other girl for dominance. Aubrey takes control over the kiss, tangling her fingers in chestnut locks. She tugs on Stacie's hair lightly, breaking the kiss with a groan. Aubrey tilts Stacie's head to the side, latching her lips onto the brunette's pulse point. Stacie moans loudly, gripping the blonde's hips tightly with her hands. She presses her body harder into Aubrey's, completely trapping the blonde against the door. Aubrey sucks firmly on the brunette's neck, nipping the skin softly. Stacie lets out a soft mewl, tilting her head to allow the blonde more access. Aubrey bites down harshly on Stacie's pulse point, moaning into the brunette's skin as she feels a hand caress the underside of her breast. Aubrey bites down once more on Stacie's neck before breaking away with a groan. She presses her cheek against Stacie's, panting loudly to catch her breath.

"Jeez Aubrey. That is going to leave a hell of a mark."

"I didn't hear you complaining a minute ago Stacie."

"That is because I liked it."

Aubrey laughs heartily, pressing a soft kiss to Stacie's cheek before pulling her body away from the other girls. Her green eyes meet the slightly darkened hazel eyes of the brunette.

"I am glad to be of service. I am going to go inside now before I tear your dress off out here."

"I wouldn't be totally opposed to that. If it ends with what I think it might at least."

Aubrey laughs, leaning in to capture the brunette's lips in a soft kiss. She smiles against Stacie's lips as she feels the other girl return the kiss. Stacie breaks the kiss first, pressing three more soft kisses against the blonde's lips.

"I'll see you later Posen."

"Text me when you get home please. So I know that you got home safe."

"You got it babe."

Stacie winks at Aubrey as the blonde slips her keys into the door. Aubrey smiles back as she unlocks the front door. Stacie lifts her hand up in a wave as the blonde slips into the apartment, shutting the door behind her. Stacie makes her way back to her car with a huge grin on her face.

Aubrey leans her body heavily against the front door, attempting to quell the surge of arousal that the brunette always manages to cause. As her eyes slip closed, she can hear the soft footfalls of her best friend. When she manages to open her eyes, she meets the amused electric blue gaze of her favorite redhead. Chloe is clad in her favorite pajamas. Her pink fleece pajama bottoms with small monkeys printed on them and a pink tank top. Chloe crosses her arms across her chest, an amused smile on her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that Beale?"

"I want to know all about your date Posen. Considering the fact that your lipstick is smeared all over your face, I would say that the night went well?"

Aubrey stares at her best friend dazedly.

"It was amazing Chlo. She is amazing."

"I'm glad to hear it babe. Put your food away and come sit on the couch with me. I want to hear all about your night. Plus we have an episode of Real Housewives of Atlanta to watch."

"Let me go put my pjs on and I will meet you back out here."

"Sounds like a plan."

Chloe makes her way into the living room, plopping down on her designated spot on the couch. Aubrey makes her way into the kitchen, placing her to-go container in the fridge before making her way into her bedroom. As she is stripping off her dress, she hears the chime of her text notification in her purse. Aubrey makes her way over to her desk, grabbing her phone out of her purse. She presses the home button, bringing her screen to life. A smile spreads across her face as she sees the text on her screen. Aubrey types in her passcode, unlocking her iPhone. She opens her messaging app.

Dr. Leggy: (09:38 p.m.) Made it home safely beautiful. I had a great time tonight and I can't wait to take you out again.

Aubrey swipes her fingers across her screen, quickly typing out a message.

Aubrey Posen: (09:38 p.m.) Thank you for letting me know. Thank you for a wonderful dinner tonight. I will text you tomorrow. I have to go give Chloe a play by play of our night out.

Dr. Leggy: (09:39 p.m.) You're most certainly welcome, my blonde bombshell. Make sure you juice up the story, make it really sexy. ;) Good night beautiful. Sweet dreams.

Aubrey Posen: (09:39 p.m.) I'll do my best. Good night to you as well Stacie. I hope that your dreams are sweet too.

Dr. Leggy: (09:39 p.m.) I can't promise that my dreams will be sweet. I have this sexy blonde on my mind that is driving me crazy. I will more than likely dream about her tonight but those dreams will probably not be very sweet if you catch my drift. ;)

Aubrey Posen: (09:40 p.m.) Behave.

Dr. Leggy: (09:40 p.m.) That isn't any fun. I make no promises. Go tell Red about our awesome date. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Good night.

Aubrey Posen: (09:40 p.m.) Good night Stacie. XOXOXO. Aubrey locks her phone, placing it back on her desk. She pulls on a tank top and shorts before making her way out of her room. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself for what is sure to be the third degree.

TBC

Hopefully this chapter didn't disappoint. The drama is coming in the next few chapters. I hope that you are all ready for some angst. Thank you for reading! Please review, it fuels my lovefire. Thank you Awesome Nerds!