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.

10. Firing at the Ones Who Run

A/N: Here it is Awesome Nerds! I'm sorry that this chapter took me so long…..I had the biggest case of writer's block ever…

Chapter 10 Firing At the Ones Who Run

Chloe knows that she is majorly twat-blocking her best friend, but she honestly can't help it. She is still pretty hurt that she hasn't heard anything from Beca since they had brunch with Aubrey and Stacie three weeks ago. She knew that the chances of Beca wanting to pursue anything more with the redhead was slim to none, but that didn't stop Chloe from hoping. So even after three weeks of radio silence, she is still a little bit burned by the blatant write off. She's pretty proud of herself because she has only had three slip ups with her cutting since her passion filled night with the DJ. Her most recent incident of self-harm being this morning after she got off of the phone with Aubrey's mom. She can still feel the stinging sensation of the cut flesh on her thigh. As she watches her best friend cuddle closely to the leggy brunette on the couch, she can't help the strong pang of jealousy surge through her body. That jealousy paired with the still fresh wound of being written off so easily by the small brunette makes her want to keep Stacie and Aubrey off of each other. She knows that this is neither fair nor rational thinking, but she just can't find it in herself to stop. Chloe chances a look at her best friend, the blonde running her fingers through the brunette's slightly wavy locks. She smiles at the look of contentment on Aubrey's face, ignoring the green monster that wants to break free.

They are about halfway through their fifth episode of Real Housewives of Atlanta when Chloe's phone chirps with a new text message. She turns her attention away from the television, looking at her new text.

Black Beauty: (05:02 p.m.) Hey Red. What are you up to?

Ginger Ninja: (05:02 p.m.) Nothing much C.R. What are you doing?

Black Beauty: (05:02 p.m.) Going slightly crazy. Denise left again.

Ginger Ninja: (05:03 p.m.) Oh honey I am so sorry! What can I do?

Black Beauty: (05:03 p.m.) I am thinking about going to Pulse for a little bit. Get a little bit drunk, do a little dancing. Forget about my fucked up life for a little while. Care to join me?

Ginger Ninja: (05:04 p.m.) I would totes love to! Give me 20 to get ready and I will come pick you up. I have to pick up Bree's parents later so I will only have one drink. But I can totes be your winglady.

Black Beauty: (05:04 p.m.) Cool. Thank you Chloe.

Ginger Ninja: (05:05 p.m.) No problem girlie. See ya soon.

Black Beauty: (05:05 p.m.) Word.

Chloe pulls her body lazily off of the recliner, groaning as the pins and needles from hours of being in a stationary position shoot down to her toes. She raises her tingling arms over her head, arching her back to stretch out the taut muscles. A groan of contentment tumbles out of the redhead's mouth as her vertebrae pop loudly, the sound resonating through the mostly quiet living room. Aubrey and Stacie break away from their world to glance over at the standing redhead, the blonde raising her eyebrows at her best friend. Chloe offers a small smile to Aubrey. She twists her body from side to side, her tired joints cracking as they fight to release the buildup of gasses in the synovial fluid.

"Are you alright Chlo?"

The redhead drops her arms back to her sides, turning her attention to the couple cuddled on the couch. A sharp pang of jealousy shoots through Chloe's abdomen at the relaxed look on her best friend's face. The smile that Chloe gives Aubrey resembles more of a pained grimace, which does not go unnoticed by the blonde. Aubrey untangles her body from the brunette's, immediately missing the other girl's warmth. The blonde pulls her fatigued body off of the couch, making her way over to her best friend. Aubrey places her hand on Chloe's shoulder, startling the other girl out of her self-depreciating thoughts.

"Chloe?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you alright?"

Chloe clears her throat, meeting the worried gaze of the blonde.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You don't seem fine."

"Yeah…no…I'm good. Totes awes. I was just texting Cynthia Rose. It seems like her and Denise are on the outs again. She seemed pretty upset about it. So she and I are going to go out for a bit, get her mind off of things. I'll probably take her to Pulse and get her wasted. Let her dance it out and maybe find her a rebound for the night."

"Are you sure that you are okay? You look like somebody kicked a puppy."

"I'm fine Aubrey. Just stressed. I'm going to go out with C.R. for a little bit. It'll give you and Stacie a little bit of alone time. Before you know it, I'll be here with mom and dad."

"Are you sure that you should go out? I mean, you know how you get when you are around alcohol. Plus I am fairly certain that Stacie said something about the Hobbit working a set tonight. Are you going to be able to face her?"

"I'll be fine Mom. If it will make you feel better, I won't even have one drink. I will text you with hourly updates. As far as Beca goes, she was obviously just looking for a quick fuck. I was the idiot of the night that gave it to her."

Chloe's voice trails off, emotion cutting off her words as a giant lump forms in her throat. The redhead fiddles with her hands; Aubrey's gaze trailing down to glance at her best friend's twitching hands. Chloe is drawing back a thick rubber band, allowing the rubber to snap back harshly against her wrist. The thick rubber band causes deep red welts to instantly form on Chloe's skin. Aubrey slides her left index finger under the outstretched rubber, wincing as her finger takes the brunt of the force. She rubs the welts on Chloe's wrist with her finger, causing the redhead to meet her gaze. Aubrey offers a sad smile to her best friend.

"Stop doing that please."

"I'm sorry Bree."

Aubrey clasps her hand around Chloe's injured wrist, pulling the redhead into her body. Chloe immediately relaxes in her best friend's embrace, pressing her face into the crook of the blonde's neck.

"Bug. That Hobbit is being an asshat. I swear that when I see her again, I am going to shove a stiletto up her ass. She isn't worth your time if she is going to be an asshole."

"I know Bumble. I just hoped that she wasn't a player like I heard that she was. I don't know what I was thinking….."

"You were thinking with your lady bits, so you weren't thinking at all."

"Shut up. Lady bits? Really Bree? You are going to school to be a doctor and you can't say vagina?"

"I can say vagina, I just choose not to."

Stacie looks on from the couch, taking in the snippets of conversation that she can hear from the two girls. She shifts slightly, pulling her cell phone out of her jean pocket. She swipes the screen unlocked, opening her text messaging app. She opens the on-going conversation that she has with her best friend.

Hunter Conrad: (04:15 p.m.) Hey sexy beyotch. I know that you are probably getting ready for work right now. I just wanted to let you know that Chloe is coming out to the club in a little bit with one of her friends. She is still pretty upset about the brush off Becs.

Lesbian Luvah: (04:15 p.m.) Thanks for the warning Stace. She knew that I wasn't looking for a relationship and she fucked me anyway. I wasn't trying to hurt her but I haven't changed my mind. I don't do relationships anymore and even if I did, there is no way that I would drag that poor girl into my cluster-fuck of a life.

Hunter Conrad: (04:16 p.m.) I know babe. I'm just saying. Chloe is a nice girl and she deserves to be let down easily. I beg of you to not ruin the chances of me getting with Bree because you fucked with her best friend's heart. Just talk to her, she deserves at least that.

Lesbian Luvah: (04:16 p.m.) You're right, I'm sorry Stace. I will talk to her at the club tonight.

Hunter Conrad: (04:17 p.m.) Thanks sexy ;). I gotta let you go now. I am pretty sure that Aubrey is going to let me do bad things to her when Chloe leaves. Good luck on your set tonight Sexy! XOXO

Stacie slips her phone back into her jeans. She looks over as the two girl's break apart from their embrace. Chloe makes her way through the living room, heading towards her bedroom. Aubrey turns back towards the couch. She makes eye contact with Stacie, the brunette's heartrate increasing as the blonde offers her a sweet smile. Aubrey makes her way back over to the couch, sliding her body back into Stacie's waiting arms. Stacie wraps her arms around Aubrey's waist, pulling the blonde into her lap. Stacie stretches her body out, lying completely down on the couch. Her hands still gripping the blonde's hips as Aubrey straddles the younger girl. Stacie slides her hands under the blonde's shirt, reveling in the warmth radiating from Aubrey's skin. Aubrey leans over, pressing her body into the brunette's. Stacie runs her hands up and down the bare skin of the blonde's back, raking her nails softly into the skin. Aubrey moans softly, closing the small amount of distance between her and Stacie to capture the other girl's lips with her own. Aubrey tangles her fingers through brunette locks, pulling Stacie's lips harder against her own. Stacie moans into the blonde's mouth at the delicious pain of her hair being pulled. Aubrey licks her way into the brunette's mouth, sighing as Stacie's tongue presses against her own. Aubrey can feel Stacie tugging lightly on the hem of her blouse. Every time they wind up in this position, Aubrey starts to panic when Stacie tries to kick things up a notch. This time is going to be different, Aubrey just knows it. Instead of panic, Aubrey feels the telltale signs of arousal begin to build inside of her body. Before her brain can catch up to the rest of her, she pulls away from Stacie's lips so she can quickly rip off her shirt. Aubrey haphazardly tosses her shirt on the floor of the living room before crashing her lips back against the brunette's. Stacie groans into the older girl's mouth, shifting her hips up into the blonde's. Aubrey's moan is swallowed by the brunette's eager mouth as the blonde grinds her hips down to meet Stacie's. Stacie slides her hands up the naked flesh of the blonde's sides, leaving goosebumps in her wake. Aubrey bites down on the brunette's bottom lip, eliciting a low hiss to escape Stacie's clenched teeth. Stacie slides her hands the rest of the way up the blonde's torso, left hand finding purchase against the dark blue lace of Aubrey's bra. Stacie clenches her fist slightly, squeezing the pliant flesh softly. Aubrey breaks the kiss with a moan, grinding her hips down into Stacie's.

"Fuck Bree…" Stacie moans out as she lifts her hips up to meet the blonde's.

"What Babe?" Aubrey chokes out, voice husky with arousal.

"Please don't make me stop this time." Stacie's request comes out as a whine, left hand squeezing Aubrey's soft flesh again. Her right hand grips the blonde's hip, pulling Aubrey's center against hers. Both girls moaning softly at the delicious friction caused by the harsh denim of their jeans.

"I'm pretty sure that I will actually die if you stop."

"Oh thank god."

"What did we just talk about Bree?"

Both girls startle as the sound of Chloe's voice. The redhead has changed into a tight red blouse and a pair of black skinny jeans. Aubrey attempts to jump off of Stacie's lap, an undignified squeak leaving her lips as she falls to the floor. Aubrey folds her arms over her bra-clad chest, glancing up at her best friend with embarrassment coloring her cheeks. Amused blue eyes meet green, Chloe's hand perched on her hips.

"You don't have to hide those flabbergasties from me Bree; I've seen them in all of their naked glory."

"Flabbergasties?"

Chloe's gaze leaves her best friend's to meet the gaze of the brunette that is still laid out on the couch. Her face is flushed with arousal, chest heaving slightly.

"Chloe insists on calling boobs flabbergasties. She has done it since our freshman year of high school."

"It's a good word Bree!"

"It's really not Chloe."

"I don't know Bree. Flabbergasties. I like it." Stacie places both of her hands over her goodies, giving them a slight squeeze for good measure. "Flabbergasties…"

A smirk plays across the redhead's face, her attention turning back to her best friend. Aubrey is still seated uncomfortably on the living room floor, arms crossed over her chest. Her jaw is rigid as she stares down her best friend.

"I have been trying to tell you for years Bree, flabbergasties is an excellent word. Now, I am leaving to go pick up C.R. Please don't do the do on the couch."

Chloe makes her way towards the front door, snatching her purse off of the dining room table. She tosses her cell phone into the purse, pulling her car keys out of the bag before slinging the strap over her shoulder.

"Whatever Chlo…"

"Later ladies. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do."

Stacie glances down at Aubrey with a slightly perverted smile on her face.

"Considering that she finger-banged my best friend in a dirty club bathroom, I would say that the world is our oyster my dear."

Chloe whips her head towards the couch, making eye contact with the smirking brunette.

"I'm totes not ashamed of that. It's too bad that your best friend turned out to be such a dick because that was probably the best night of my life."

Stacie bristles slightly at the tone of the redhead's voice. The absolutely overwhelming need to defend Beca (regardless of the fact that Stacie thinks that her best friend is completely being a dick to Chloe) hits the brunette like a freight train. She takes a deep breath, choosing her next words carefully so she doesn't upset the redhead.

"She has commitment issues Red. Happens to a lot of children of divorce. You should know that being a psychology major and all."

"Well I do know that Stacie. The funny thing about that is that I didn't know that Beca was a child of divorce. I don't know a goddamn thing about your best friend because she wouldn't give me the time of day after I let her into my pants. So excuse me if I was not made privy to that little tidbit of information."

Chloe huffs out the last of her rant before spinning on her heel. She makes her way quickly out of the apartment, all but slamming the door behind her. Aubrey gets to her feet with a huff, eyes narrowed at Stacie in irritation.

"Damn it Stacie. You know that talking about the Hobbit is a touchy subject for Chloe."

Stacie sits up slightly, hooking her index finger into one of Aubrey's belt loops. She lies back down on the couch, pulling the blonde back onto her lap.

"You're really fucking hot when you're angry."

Stacie slides her fingers into messy blonde locks, pulling Aubrey's face down to meet her own.

"Sta…"

Aubrey's words are cut off as Stacie's presses their lips together. She immediately slips her tongue between the blonde's lips, battling the older girl for control of the kiss. Aubrey's hands fall against Stacie's stomach. Shaking hands slide underneath Stacie's shirt, nails raking lightly across the brunette's ribcage. Stacie moans into Aubrey's mouth at the contact, eyes slipping closed as her body shivers lightly. Aubrey starts to slide her hands up towards Stacie's chest, pausing as she feels her small amount of confidence waning. Stacie pulls her mouth away from the blonde as she feels Aubrey's breath quicken. Looking into the blonde's lust darkened green eyes, Stacie can see that the older girl is starting to panic. Confident hands loosen their hold on the blonde's locks, sliding softly down Aubrey's shoulders. Stacie slides her fingers in-between the blonde's, sitting idly against her ribcage. She smiles warmly at the blonde, trying to alleviate some of her apprehension.

"It's okay Bree. I know that you are nervous. You don't need to be…..just touch the goods already. I know that you want to. For the love of god, I want you to."

"Ummm…"

Stacie rolls her eyes playfully at the blonde's apprehensiveness. She tightens her grip on Aubrey's hands before sliding them up to rest on top of her goodies. Stacie flexes her fingers between Aubrey's, causing the other girl's fingers to squeeze the soft pliant flesh of her chest. Both girls moan at the sensation, Stacie arching her back to deepen Aubrey's touch. Aubrey feels the panic dissipate, intense longing replacing the quickly forgotten nerves. Aubrey pulls her hands out from under Stacie's shirt, laughing lightly at the pout splayed across the brunette's lips. Aubrey leans down a place a chaste kiss on Stacie's puckered lips.

"You are wearing far too many clothes."

"Well I guess that we will have to change that won't we? First…maybe we should go in your room?"

"But, it's too far!"

Stacie chuckles at the adorable pout on Aubrey's lips. She leans up slightly to press their lips together, breaking the kiss before the blonde can deepen it.

"I don't want our first time to be on the couch. I want to take my time with you."

Aubrey shivers against the brunette as she is hit with another jolt of arousal. She bites down on her bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping. Aubrey musters up the dwindling bit of willpower that she has left to get off of Stacie's lap. She interlaces her fingers with the brunette's, pulling the taller girl off of the couch. Stacie stumbles slightly as she is pulled to her feet, steadied by the blonde's strong arms. The blonde all but drags the brunette out of the living room towards her bedroom. As soon as the brunette enters the previously forbidden realm of the blonde's bedroom, she shuts and locks the door behind her. Stacie plants her bare feet into the floor, spinning the blonde around to face her. Stacie tugs the blonde into her body, using the momentum to press the other girl into the bedroom door. Aubrey moans as her back is slammed into the unforgiving wood. Stacie immediately turns her attention the creamy flesh of the blonde's neck. She slides her lips across the smooth skin, nipping softly at the tender flesh. Stacie smiles against the Aubrey's neck as the blonde lets out a particularly loud moan. The brunette takes advantage of the blonde's prone position, slipping her thigh in-between the other girls. Stacie bites down roughly on Aubrey's neck, pressing her thigh up against the blonde's jean clad center. Aubrey cants her hips into the contact, moaning against the brunette's cheek. Aubrey slides her fingers through unruly brunette locks, tugging sharply to pull Stacie's head away from her neck. Stacie hisses slightly as her head is pulled roughly from the blonde's soft skin. As she opens her mouth to protest, Aubrey slams their lips together. Stacie attempts to take dominance of the kiss, sliding her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Aubrey growls against the brunette's mouth, running her hands up the brunette's torso. She grabs the hem of Stacie's shirt, breaking the kiss momentarily to tug the offending fabric over the brunette's head. She tosses the shirt haphazardly over Stacie's shoulder before roughly gripping the brunette's red lace covered breasts. Aubrey gives Stacie's full bosoms a squeeze, swallowing the brunette's moan as she captures swollen lips with her own. She takes Stacie's bottom lip in-between her own, biting down on the sensitive flesh. Stacie moans against Aubrey's lips, sliding her hands up Aubrey's mostly naked torso. She runs her hands across the blonde's bra clad chest, kneading the ample flesh of the blonde's breasts. Aubrey moans against Stacie's lip, biting down on the bruised flesh once again. Stacie breaks away from the assault with a groan.

"Fuck Bree." Stacie's breathy words break out across the mostly silent room. Stacie runs her fingertips up the blonde's chest. Slipping her fingers under the straps of the other girl's bra, Stacie slides the straps down her shoulders.

Aubrey is pretty sure that she is actually dying. Her lungs feel like they can't get enough oxygen. All she can do is pant and try not to pass out while Stacie touches every exposed piece of skin that is currently on display. The blonde is pretty sure that she is running on strictly carnal instinct right now because she can't actually form words right now. She can feel the goosebumps rising to the top of her skin wherever Stacie touches. Tiny, pathetic whimpers are the only sounds that her brain can manage as she feels the brunette slide her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. Her eyes screw closed as she feels the cold air of the room whip across her naked flesh. Aubrey stands frozen against her bedroom door, chest heaving as she tries to regain some semblance of control over the overwhelming arousal coursing through her veins. When she doesn't feel Stacie move against her for what seems like ages, she opens her eyes to chastise the brunette for taking her sweet ass time. The words die in her throat when she takes in the look in the brunette's eyes. Stacie is standing in front of the blond, stock still while staring unabashedly at the blonde's chest. Her pupils are dilated, black taking over almost all of Stacie's normal green. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth. If Aubrey could use one word to describe what Stacie looks like right now, it would be WRECKED. Aubrey feels a jolt of arousal travel from her head down to her feet as she takes in the current condition of the brunette. Along with that arousal comes the demanding need for release. Aubrey knows that Stacie wants to make this special, but she doesn't know how much longer she can wait.

Aubrey tucks her fingers into the waistband of Stacie's jeans, roughly pulling the taller girl into her body. Stacie stumbles forward slightly; hands gripping the blonde's hips to steady herself. Aubrey uses her grip on Stacie's jeans to lead the girl backwards towards her bed. A small squeak leaves the brunette's lips as she falls ungracefully onto the blonde's bed. Stacie all but rips her jeans off of her body, not wanting the denim between her and the blonde. Aubrey tucks her bottom lip between her teeth at the sight of Stacie's lacy red panties. Aubrey runs her hands down her body, hands stopping at the waistband of her jeans. Stacie's eyes zero in on Aubrey's hands as the older girl unbuttons her jeans, sliding the denim down creamy thighs. Stacie's eyes practically roll back into her head as she takes in the dark blue lace of Aubrey's underwear. With the restricting jeans out of the way, Aubrey climbs up the brunette's body to straddle her hips. Stacie's hands immediately find purchase on the warm, naked expanse of Aubrey's chest. She kneads the newly unrestrained flesh, moaning at the feeling of the other girl's ample bosom. Aubrey presses her chest more firmly into the brunette's hands, grinding her center against Stacie's jeans. Stacie slides her hands down Aubrey's chest, wrapping her hand around the older girl's waist. She picks the blonde up slightly, flipping their positions so she is straddling Aubrey's hips. Stacie wastes no time in leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the blonde's lips. She ghosts her lips against every inch of skin that she can reach, pressing feather light kisses to the heated flesh. Aubrey moans lightly at the brunette's ministrations. Her soft moan ends in a sharp gasp as Stacie's warm mouth encloses against her right nipple.

"Jesus, Stace…" Aubrey moans out, arching her back off of the bed; causing her breast to press further into the brunette's mouth. Stacie moans against the blonde's nipple, biting down on the sensitive flesh. Aubrey's hips subconsciously rise up to meet Stacie's, the brunette canting her hips against the blonde's. She turns her attention to the neglected breast, taking the pebbled nipple into her mouth. Stacie lifts a hand to knead Aubrey's other breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. Aubrey's hips continue to lift into Stacie's, the blonde feeling the telltale beginning signs of her peak simmering in her lower abdomen. A groan leaves her lips as she feels Stacie's mouth leave her breast, warm kisses being pressed against the skin between her breasts, down her stomach. A sharp gasp falls from the blonde's lips as she feels Stacie's mouth against her underwear clad center. Index fingers are hooked underneath the panties and they are roughly slid down Aubrey's legs. Stacie tosses them blindly behind her, immediately turning her attention to the fully naked woman underneath her. She takes a minute to drink in the sight before her, committing every line and curve to her eidetic memory. She settles her body between the blonde's legs, pressing soft kisses to both of Aubrey's thighs.

"You're so fucking beautiful Aubrey." Stacie all but moans out, her voice thick with desire. She runs a tentative finger through the blonde's slick folds, moaning at the wetness that she finds there. "Jesus, you're soaked."

"Mmmhmm." Aubrey moans out. The soft touch of Stacie's finger causing her basic motor functions to fail her.

"Are you sure that you are ready?" Stacie can't help but ask, a small pang of nerves nestled in her gut. Aubrey's body is telling her that she is more than ready, but the brunette has to make sure. She has spent so much time trying to woo the girl beneath her. Wooing is not something that that Anastacia "The Hunter" Conrad has ever done in her life. If Aubrey changed her mind, yeah Stacie would be upset, but she would rather know now. Because Stacie is pretty sure that she is falling in love with the uptight, stubborn blonde. And she isn't sure if she could handle sleeping with the blonde and then having her change her mind.

"Stacie, please….." The blonde lifts her hips with a whine.

As soon as Stacie hears the blonde's whimpered words, she feels the nerves dissipate. She uses her fingers to spread the spread the blonde's lips. Stacie flattens her tongue, taking an experimental lick through the blonde's folds. Aubrey moans loudly, raising her hips up towards Stacie's mouth. Stacie presses her arms down on the blonde's hips, holding her in place.

The brunette moans at the taste of the blonde on her tongue. The sweetness of Aubrey's arousal ignites a fire inside of the brunette's loins. Stacie turns her attention back to the task at hand with a carnal hunger. She wastes no time in devouring the blonde beneath her, alternating between soft licks through the blonde's folds and nibbles to her sensitive bundle of nerves. The sounds falling out of the blonde's mouth are almost enough to make Stacie come. Stacie focuses her attention solely on Aubrey's clit, flicking the nub sharply with her tongue. The blonde sobs out a loud moan, head thrashing from side to side. Stacie continues her ministrations, lifting her gaze up to glance at the blonde. Stacie smiles against the blonde's center as she takes in her current appearance. Aubrey's eyes are screwed shut, chest reddened and heaving with exertion. Her always perfect blonde locks are in complete disarray, matted against her sweaty forehead.

"Oh my GOD Stacie, FUCK!"

Stacie groans as the blonde screams out an uncharacteristic swear word. She can tell that it isn't going to take much more to tip the blonde over the edge. Stacie sucks Aubrey's clit into her mouth, running her teeth lightly against the sensitive nub. Aubrey groans loudly at the mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Inside….Stacie….Please!"

Stacie releases her hold on the blonde's left hip, sliding her fingers down the apex of the blonde's thighs. She stops when she reaches the blonde's entrance, resting her fingers on the heated flesh of the blonde's sex. Stacie flicks her tongue sharply against the blonde's clit again, using the momentary distraction to deftly slide two fingers into the blonde. Aubrey hisses in approval at the intrusion, moaning loudly as Stacie bites down softly on her clit.

"Mmmmmm…Jesus, harder Stace…"

Stacie pulls her fingers almost completely out of the blonde before sliding them more forcefully in, curling her fingers upwards towards the older girl's g-spot. The keening cry that leaves Aubrey's lips sends a flood of arousal through the brunette, effectively soaking already ruined lace. Stacie repeats her motion, matching the pace of her tongue with her fingers. She can feel the blonde tightening against her fingers, knowing that the other girl is close. Stacie gives the blonde's clit one more sharp flick of her tongue before replacing her tongue with her thumb. Aubrey cries out as Stacie rubs small circles against the sensitive nub.

Stacie places soft kisses up Aubrey's body, stopping at her chest to pay some more attention to her fabulous flabbergasties. She takes a nipple into her mouth, continuing to rub the blonde's bundle of nerves. Stacie bites down slightly on Aubrey's nipple before releasing the puckered flesh with a pop. The brunette slides the rest of the way up Aubrey's body. She presses a soft kiss against the blonde's lips, sliding her mouth over to the blonde's ear. She slides her tongue down the shell of Aubrey's ear.

"I want you to come for me." Stacie husks against the blonde's ear, taking the sensitive lobe between her teeth. The blonde moans loudly as Stacie speeds up her ministrations, curling her fingers with every thrust. The brunette slips her thigh in-between the blonde's, using her leg to add more force to her thrusts.

Stacie releases the blonde's earlobe, pressing her face against Aubrey's neck. She presses her lips against the blonde's pulse point, sucking the skin into her mouth. Stacie bites down on the wildly fluttering pulse point, causing the blonde to hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Stacie soothes the burn with her tongue, thrusting into the blonde with reckless abandon. With a final curled thrust of the brunette's fingers, Aubrey stiffens underneath Stacie before arching her back as her orgasm crashes through her.

"FUCK! STACIE!" Aubrey screams out her climax, soaking the brunette's hand. Stacie continues her ministrations, helping the blonde ride out her orgasm. Aubrey goes completely limp, her body falling into her mattress. Stacie presses a kiss to the blonde's lips, slipping her fingers out of the other girl. Aubrey groans in disappointment at the loss of contact. Stacie laughs against the other girl's lips, breaking the contact as she lifts her fingers to her mouth. Aubrey watches in shock and arousal as the brunette slides her fingers into her mouth, cleaning off the blonde's orgasm. Stacie pulls her fingers out of her mouth with a pop, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.

"Holy shit. I can't feel my legs." Stacie laughs, pressing her face against the blonde's neck.

"I guess that means I did a good job then?"

"You think?"

"I mean, I don't want to toot my own horn, but TOOT TOOT."

Aubrey laughs, sliding her fingers through the brunette's slightly messy locks. The blonde tugs lightly, causing the brunette to lift her head up. Aubrey pulls Stacie's mouth against hers, moaning as she tastes herself on the brunette's lips. Aubrey immediately deepens the kiss, sliding her tongue against Stacie's. Aubrey breaks the kiss first, sliding her leg over the brunette's hips to straddle the younger girl.

Aubrey runs her hands up Stacie's sides, stopping when she reaches the brunette's still clothed chest. She slides her hands under the brunette's body, fumbling slightly with the bra's clasp. Stacie laughs airily before sitting up slightly to help the blonde. Aubrey unclasps the bra, sliding the straps down Stacie's shoulders. Stacie lays back down on the mattress as the blonde pulls the bra off of her body. Aubrey tosses the bra behind her, drinking in the sight of the now topless brunette. Aubrey's bottom lip tucks between her teeth, a loud breath being expelled out of her nose.

"Like what you see?"

"Of course. Have you seen you?"

Stacie laughs. "Of course I have. I'm pretty hot."

"And so humble."

"Hey. It's not a lie if it's the truth. Plus I have some pretty fuckin' awesome flabbergasties if I do say so myself." Stacie slides her hands to her chest, giving the goods a squeeze. Aubrey laughs, sliding her hands up to meet Stacie's. The blonde pushes Stacie's hands off of her chest, replacing them with her own. She rakes her manicured nails across the brunette's nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from the other girl. Aubrey wastes no time in leaning over to take a nipple into her mouth. Stacie hisses out in pleasure, back arching off of the bed. Aubrey continues her ministrations, rolling the neglected nipple between her fingers.

"Jesus, Bree…." Stacie moans out, canting her hips into the blonde's. Aubrey presses her hips down into Stacie's, eliciting a moan out of both girls.

Aubrey feels Stacie's fingers weave through her hair at the back of her neck. She begrudgingly releases her hold on the brunette's nipple. Stacie groans at the loss of contact, pulling the blonde's head up to meet hers. She crashes her lips into the blonde's, grinding her hips into Aubrey's for some sort of friction. Stacie whimpers against the blonde's lips, covering the hand that is still teasing her breast. Stacie flexes her fingers, making the blonde's hand close tightly against her breast again.

The brunette pulls out of the kiss with a groan. Her blown out pupils meet the darkened hue of the blonde's.

"Please Aubrey. I can't take much more. I need you to touch me."

Stacie feels the blonde freeze against her, knowing that she is nervous. Stacie lifts the blonde's hand to her face. She presses a soft kiss against the blonde's palm.

"I don't know what to do Stacie."

Stacie laughs softly. "Just do whatever comes naturally. I am so turned on right now that I really don't think you can do anything wrong."

Stacie pulls Aubrey's hand away from her face, leading the hand down her side. She slips the blonde's hand underneath the waistband of her panties. She releases her hold on the blonde's hand, resting her hand on Aubrey's hip.

"Please touch me before I die."

Aubrey laughs huskily, sliding her hand the rest of the way under Stacie's panties. She takes a deep breath before sliding her fingers through Stacie's soaked folds. Stacie hisses at the contact, hips bucking in search of more friction.

"God, you're so wet Stacie.." Stacie moans loudly as Aubrey presses her index finger against her clit.

"Fuck, Aubrey…don't tease me…just fuck me already…please."

The blonde presses her finger against the brunette, rubbing a tight circle on her clit. Aubrey swallows down the bile rising in her throat, nerves trying to get the best of the blonde. She screws her eyes shut, pulling in a deep breath through her nose. Once the blonde seems a small semblance of control return to her, she slides her fingers towards the brunette's entrance. Aubrey leans down to capture Stacie's lips, simultaneously sliding two fingers into the brunette. Stacie moans into the kiss, biting down slightly on the blonde's bottom lip.

Aubrey continues to kiss the brunette, her fingers still as she adjusts to having her fingers inside of someone else. After a few moments of remaining still, Stacie breaks the kiss with an exasperated groan.

"Fuck! Bree….move please…" Stacie rocks her hips, causing the blonde's fingers to slip deeper inside of her. A keening cry leaves the brunette's lips.

The sounds falling out of the brunette's lips are enough to drive the blonde crazy. She takes in the current sight of the brunette. Her eyes are tightly shut, chest heaving slightly. Stacie's lips are parted, soft moans falling out of swollen lips. The current condition that the brunette is in causes a newfound confidence to ignite inside of the blonde. Aubrey pulls her fingers almost completely out before thrusting them back into the brunette. She curls her fingers at the end of the thrust, hitting Stacie's g-spot. Stacie moans loudly, her hand coming up to grab blindly at the blonde. Her hand finds purchase against Aubrey's chest, squeezing her breast firmly.

"Harder Bree…" Aubrey moans as Stacie pinches her nipple. She speeds up her ministrations, thumb pressing against the brunette's clit with each thrust.

Moans and soft curses fall from the brunette's lips, her body hurdling towards the edge. Aubrey feels Stacie's walls tightening with each thrust. She leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the brunette's mouth. Before Stacie can deepen the kiss, Aubrey slides her lips down the brunette's jawline, pressing kisses against the slightly sweaty skin. The blonde bites down on the brunette's pulse point, a loud cry falling from the brunette's lips. Aubrey thrusts her fingers again, rubbing tight circles against Stacie's clit. She continues her assault on the brunette's neck, alternating between nips and soft kisses. With a final thrust into the brunette, Aubrey bites down hard on the thumping pulse.

"OOOOHHHHH! FUCK!" The mix of pain and pleasure sends the brunette hurdling over the edge. Stacie's body goes rigid, her orgasm rushing over her in waves. The blonde continues thrusting into Stacie, helping the brunette ride out her orgasm. Aubrey removes her fingers when she feels Stacie go limp, a small groan of disapproval coming from the brunette. Aubrey leans down to press a kiss on Stacie's lips before getting off of the brunette's lap to settle on the bed. Stacie blows out a long breath, a small chuckle following. She turns her body towards Aubrey, a lazy smile on her lips.

"Jesus…"

"I prefer Aubrey…"

"Oh ha ha. Are you sure that you haven't been with a girl before? That was…WOW!"

"I'm fairly certain."

"Well shit..you are a pro."

"I've done some research."

Stacie's eyebrows raise slightly, an unwelcomed yawn following.

"Nap now, but I want to come back to this conversation."

Aubrey chuckles airily. "Turn over on your side. I wanna be the big spoon."

Stacie complies, a sigh of contentment leaving her lips as the blonde cuddles up behind her. Aubrey pulls the cover over their bodies. She presses a kiss against the back of Stacie neck, burying her face into the other girl's hair. She takes in the girl's scent, sighing lovingly. She feels the brunette's body relax against hers, breaths evening out as sleep overtakes her. Aubrey presses one more soft kiss against the brunette's skin, eyes slipping closed.

~*~Chloe POV~*~

Chloe knew that Beca was going to be at the club tonight. She thought that she was prepared to see the small DJ again. She was apparently very mistaken in her assumption. As soon as the redhead laid eyes on the alt girl, her brain decided to assault her with very provocative images of the brunette. Alongside the intense jolt of arousal that flows through the redhead is a very uncommon feeling for the girl.

Chloe tried to avoid being angry. That was the one emotion that she really didn't understand. Well, she avoided being angry at other people. Being angry with herself was a normal thing for the redhead. Over the years she had worked really hard on learning how to hide it. Chloe was a master at self-hatred and anger. She was just really good at putting on a façade. People who looked at the redhead would never know her dirty secret.

She was the master of disguise really. Her fake smiles looked so genuine that people wouldn't dare question them.

Nobody around the redhead knew the truth, not even Aubrey.

Nobody knew that Chloe wanted to die. Nobody knew how worthless she really felt. How much better the world would be without her in it.

Hell, sometimes Chloe even managed to fool herself. She made people believe that she happy and it almost made her think that maybe she was.

But she wasn't happy, not really.

That was until Beca Mitchell came into her life.

It started before she had any sort of physical contact with the brunette.

When she first laid eyes on Beca, Chloe knew that she had to get to know the alt girl.

She felt something ignite inside of her that she hadn't felt in a long time. She felt HAPPY.

They had barely made eye contact with each other and Chloe felt her heart pick up for the first time since she was a child.

She was almost overwhelmed by the unadulterated joy that she felt.

Chloe thought that maybe she was just star struck. That if the time came where she actually met the brunette, her life would go back to the way it was before. It was silly to be so strung on the idea of the brunette. The happiness that she felt coursing through her veins would turn back into the sluggish self-loathing that she was used to.

When she officially met the brunette in her and Aubrey's apartment, it was almost too much.

She was dead wrong when she thought that her infatuation would fizz out after meeting Beca. If anything, it intensified her crush.

Being able to spend fourteen hours with Beca was like being in heaven. Chloe felt ALIVE. Beca made her feel wanted. Made her feel worthy of affection.

So being completely ignored after their lunch date with Aubrey and Stacie was soul crushing. Chloe went from being on top of the world to feeling like she was living with her dad again in a matter of seconds.

Needless to say, seeing Beca spinning in the DJ booth, trademark smirk in place, made Chloe furious.

She wanted nothing more than to storm over to the booth and give Beca a piece of her mind.

Judging by the intimidating Australian woman standing outside of the booth, Chloe didn't stand a chance.

So doing the only thing that her heartbroken mind could think of, Chloe headed to the bar.

Cynthia Rose was currently dancing very closely with a cute brunette on the dance floor.

Since Chloe knew that C.R. was good to go for now, she figured that having a drink couldn't hurt. She needed some sort of alcoholic beverage before absolutely lost her shit.

The shaggy haired brunette boy was behind the bar again, wiping down the bar top. Chloe approached the bar with a bright smile, lowering her body onto a free stool. Jesse immediately takes notice of the redhead, a smile breaking out on his face.

"Hey Chloe. How are you?"

"I'm okay. How are you…."

Jesse chuckles. "Jesse."

Chloe winces. "Jesse…right. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. And I am doing well."

"That's good."

"I haven't seen you around lately."

Chloe waves her hands in front of her. "I've been busy. School and work and whatnot."

"I see. You not coming by wouldn't have anything to do with a tiny, angry brunette now would it?"

Chloe's shoulders slump slightly, head hanging low. "I…."

Jesse places a comforting hand on Chloe's shoulder, squeezing softly. He places a red drink in front of the redhead.

Chloe's head lifts up as the glass clinks on the bar top, eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.

"Vodka cran?"

"Thanks." Chloe reaches her hand into her purse to grab her wallet. Jesse shakes his head in refusal.

"It's on the house."

"You don't have to do that Jesse."

"I know that. I want to."

"Well thank you."

"You're very welcome."

Lifting the glass off of the counter, the redhead turning on the stool. She focuses her attention on the dance floor. Maybe she keeps some of her attention on the DJ booth. But really that is not the point.

As the night goes one, Chloe can feel her angry rising. It started off as simmering in her chest. Towards the end of the night, it has turned into a full boil by 11 o'clock. She really wants to blame it on the alcohol that she has consumed, because she has lost count by now. She lost count after the third vodka cranberry. Judging by the way her head is swimming right now; she is probably on at least number six.

Chloe knows that her angry isn't just from the alcohol. She has had eyes on the tiny DJ all night, watching the other girl in her element. Ten minutes ago, the buff blonde guy that sometimes DJ's when Beca isn't working took over the booth. Beca immediately made her way down the stairs towards the bar. Chloe had chosen a stool on the opposite side of the bar, hoping to avoid all contact with Beca.

Jesse makes his way over to Beca, setting a glass on the counter. He fills it halfway with a dark amber liquid. Beca downs the glass like it is water, nodding towards the bottle for a refill. Jesse obliges, filling the brunette's glass once more. Beca downs half the glass, turning her attention towards the end of the bar.

Chloe feels a sense of panic rise, settling next to the anger. She feels her body tense, turning away slightly to hide her face from the brunette.

She turns away just a moment too late, catching the navy blue gaze of the brunette. Beca empties her glass, setting it firmly on the countertop.

Chloe feels the anger boiling over, rage overtaking her entire body. She puts on her best RBF as she watches the brunette walk over towards her. Beca stops in front of her stool, hands shoved into the pockets of her skinny jeans.

~*~Beca POV~*~

Beca knew that Chloe was coming to the club tonight. She had ample warning from Stacie that the redhead was going to make an appearance at her work.

She shouldn't be feeling this immense amount of nervousness at seeing the redhead again. She knew that it was inevitable since Stacie and the Blonde Hitler were apparently a thing now.

Really she got what she wanted from the redhead. A long night of sweaty, amazing sex. Chloe knew that she wasn't looking for a relationship. She had done this countless times with countless other girls and she never had a problem pulling the whole "fuck 'em and leave 'em" stint.

So why was she feeling so guilty about treating Chloe like one of her other randos? Why couldn't she stop thinking about the redheaded vixen that warmed her bed for one glorious night?

Maybe nerves are what led Beca to doubling her normal amount of X before her set. Maybe that is why she drank before she started spinning. By the end of her set, Beca wasn't sure what end was up. So before looking for the redhead, she decided that she needed some more liquid courage. She made Jesse pour her two half glasses of whiskey, downing them quickly. Halfway through her second glass, her eyes lock on the electric blue of the woman that has been haunting her dreams. Beca feels panic rise in her chest, the inevitable confrontation finally coming to a head. Beca downs the last of her drink, slamming the glass on the table.

"Fuck it." She speaks out loud. Making her way over to the redhead.

Chloe narrows her eyes as she watches the brunette walk over, the redhead's resting bitch face on point. Beca can feel the awkwardness of the situation set in. She stops in front of Chloe, awkwardly shoving her hands into her jean pockets. Chloe lifts her gaze, meeting Beca's eyes.

Beca clears her throat. "Hey Chlo."

~*~General POV~*~

Chloe watches the brunette shuffle her feet from side to side. Beca takes a deep breath in, taking a seat on the stool next to Chloe.

"Hello Beca." Chloe tries to swallow down the bitterness, she really does. That doesn't stop the extremely frigid tone of her voice.

"How are you doing?"

Chloe laughs sardonically, motioning for Jesse to bring her another drink.

"I'm fan-fucking-tastic."

Beca laughs awkwardly. "That sounds a little sarcastic."

"Oh? You think? I wonder why that would be BECA?" Chloe spits out the brunette's name, venom lacing her words.

"Um, I don't know. Why don't you, like, tell me."

Chloe turns towards the brunette, glassy blue eyes blazing. "Really?"

"Yeah? Unless you don't want to."

"Are you really that dumb? Or are you just being a bitch?"

"Excuse me?"

"I didn't stutter Beca. Don't play dumb. You know exactly why."

"Is this about when we had sex?"

"What do you think?"

"I told you that I wasn't looking for anything serious. Don't blame me for your inability to control your feelings."

"Really? Don't act like our night didn't mean anything to you."

Beca pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "It was just sex Chloe! I mean, yeah it was like really good sex. That doesn't change what it was. Aside from good sex, it didn't mean anything."

Chloe reels back as if she were slapped. Her inner monologue screaming inside of her.

-Worthless.
-You're nothing.
-Told you that she would leave too.
-You have nothing to live for.

"Fuck you Beca."

"You already did that, thanks."

"Real nice."

"I never said that I was nice."

"Well you had me fooled. You're a real piece of work Beca."

"Right back at you princess. You knew what this was."

"Yeah. I guess that I just didn't expect you to be such a dick."

"Well I didn't anticipate that you would be such a clingy bitch."

The resonating slap sends the brunette reeling. Her hand immediately flying to her reddening cheek. Chloe gets to her feet, stumbling as the alcohol courses through her body. She rushes as far away from the brunette. She comes to an abrupt stop when she almost runs into another person. Looking up, she sees a blurry figure next to her, recognizing the voice almost immediately.

"Yo Red. You okay?

"I'm fine. Why are you so blurry?"

Cynthia Rose laughs, wiping her fingers across the redhead's eyes to clear away the tears.

"Because you're crying, you big goof ball."

"Oh…"

C.R. leans in slightly, taking a whiff of the redhead's breath.

"Chloe, are you drunk? You smell like a distillery."

"I had a few."

"How many is a few?"

"Like this many." Chloe giggles drunkenly, holding up six fingers. C.R.'s eyes widen.

"Shit. Aren't you supposed to pick Aubrey's parent's up from the airport?"

"Maybe." The redhead hiccups. Swaying slightly on her feet. C.R. puts her arms on the redhead's shoulders, steading the drunken girl.

"Man. Aubrey is going to have your head."

Chloe's face falls, lower lip jutting out in a pout. "I'm sorry C.R. I didn't mean to get drunk. It's Beca's fault."

C.R.'s eyebrows rise questioningly. "Did she pour the liquor down your throat?"

Chloe shakes her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She swipes furiously at her eyes.

"No. But she's here tonight and she is so pretty…and she looks so happy. She broke me C.R. And I just don't know why….what's wrong with me?"

C.R. pulls the redhead into an embrace. Chloe buries her face into the other girl's neck, sobbing loudly. C.R. runs her hands down the other girl's back soothingly, whispering soft words in her ear.

While Chloe continues bawling into her neck, C.R. digs her cell phone out of her pocket. She fumbles with her phone, opening her texts. She composes a new message to Aca-Nazi.

C.R.: (11:30 p.m.) S.O.S! Ginger wasted!

~*~Aubrey POV~*~

The first thing that Aubrey feels as her body hurdles her back into consciousness is warmth. Her vision is obscured by dark brown locks and she can smell a mixture of sex and vanilla. The blonde takes another deep inhale of the skin her nose is buried in.

A chiming beep startles the blonde. She untangles her body from the brunette's, careful not to wake the other girl. She grabs her phone off of the bedside table, squinting as the bright screen assaults her half asleep eyes. Aubrey punches in the code to unlock her screen, opening her text message.

Cynthia Rose: (11:30 p.m.) S.O.S! Ginger wasted!

Aubrey's eyes widen in panic. She gets off of the bed carefully, careful not to jostle the bed too much. The blonde walks over to her dresser, pulling open a drawer. She pulls a large shirt out of the drawer, pulling it on before leaving the bedroom. Taking a seat on the couch, Aubrey dials C.R.'s number. The other girl answers on the third ring.

"Hey Bree."

"Don't hey Bree me, what the fuck Cynthia Rose!"

"Whoa Cap, don't blow a gasket. Wouldn't want you to toss your cookies."

"Would you care to explain to me why in the hell you let Chloe get drunk?"

"It wasn't my fault. I was dancing with a girl and she must have taken advantage of being alone. I saw her at the bar arguing with a small brunette girl. It got pretty heated. Chloe slapped the shit out of the other girl and took off. She ran into me when that is when I realized that she was drunk."

"Jesus Cynthia! She's supposed to pick up my parents from the airport in an hour. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Um…you could go pick them up?"

"I'm busy!"

"Well you're going to have to get unbusy. I will bring Chloe home but I can't pick up your parents. I can only be in one place at a time. I'm sorry Bree. That tiny brunette really did a number on our girl."

"Yeah I know. Thanks for taking care of her C.R."

"Don't worry about it Bree."

Aubrey ends the call, setting her phone on the end table. She pinches the bridge of her nose, trying to calm down the nausea that she feels in her stomach.

"Hey sexy."

Aubrey startles slightly, eyes opening to take in the sight of the brunette. Stacie has thrown on Aubrey's robe. She takes a seat on the couch next to the blonde.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself."

"I woke up and you weren't there."

"I'm sorry. I had a situation that demanded my attention."

"Oh yeah? Trouble on the home front?"

"You have no idea."

"You can tell me Bree."

Aubrey sighs loudly. "Chloe had a run in with your best friend. It did not go well. Apparently now Chloe is three sheets to the wind and she is supposed to pick my parents up in an hour."

"Well we knew that was going to happen eventually. It's okay. I will go with you."

Aubrey chuckles nervously. "I don't know if that is such a good idea."

"It's fine. You don't want to go alone do you?"

"Well no but.."

"So what better way to meet your parents?"

"What?"

"I mean. Might as well."

"I'm not following."

"Kill two birds with one stone. Pick up your parents and introduce them to the girl that you are dating."

"Oh no. That won't be happening."

Stacie gets to her feet. Pacing the space between the couch and the table.

"What do you mean?"

"My parents cannot know about this mistake."

Stacie stops in her tracks, turning to face the blonde. Aubrey feels her heart breaking at the look on Stacie's face.

"What do you mean Aubrey?"

"I'm not gay Stacie."

"Well you could've fooled me."

"Well it can't happen…"

"Save it. If this is what I get for trying…."

Stacie stomps off towards the bedroom. She reemerges a moment later, clad back in her clothes. She grabs her backpack off of one of the kitchen stools. She doesn't spare the blonde another glance as she storms out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

"Fuck…" Aubrey drops her head into her hands, the tears immediately beginning to fall.

TBC-

A/N Alright awesome nerds. Here it is. I am not entirely happy with this chapter. I was stuck on it for quite a while. So hopefully it is not horrible. Welcome aboard the angst train y'all, it's going to be a long ride. It might be a bit before I update again. I have my next chapter of I Can't Hear a Word You Say started soooooo…..Plus I am going to write another chapter of CMC.

Thanks for reading! I hope that this chapter was at least somewhat enjoyable.