Love. What is love? Some say that love doesn't exist. Others say it's just an excuse for lust. Are they wrong? Does it exist? If it does, how do you know it? Well, let me tell you.

When you're in love, everything begins to look beautiful. Every dream seems to come true. All our goals change direction. Even the wind changes its course. Eyes search for colours, and suddenly the colour red starts to look nice. Every moment, every time, always.. there's only one name on the lips. The name of that one person who makes your heart jump by just thinking about them.

"What?" Beca asked surprised, furrowing her eyebrows even if Aubrey can't see the expression through the phone.

"I love Chloe." The blonde repeated.

"Where are you right now?" The brunette stopped walking.

"At home. It's just around the c…" Aubrey was about to explain where she lived but she got cut off by Beca.

"I know where you live, we dropped you off after going out that night, remember?" Beca said. "Anyway, I'm coming over." She added before ending the call and turning back to the taller brunette she was taking a walk with.

"Stacie, I have to go."

"Where are you going?" the taller brunette asked disappointed.

"Something important has come up." Beca explained.

Stacie let out a frustrated sigh. "What can possibly be more important than this?"

"I will tell you later, I'm sorry." Beca said as she turned around to rush off.

"Beca…!" Stacie rolled her eyes.

The smaller woman turned her head as she kept moving. "I'm really sorry, I love you!" She yelled from a distance.

….

"I love Beca." Chloe confessed happily as she stopped walking, turning on her heel to face her friend who had a McDonald's bag in one, and a large coke in her other hand.

Amy almost choked on her coke by the sudden confession, but was excited to know that her friend was happy about something. So excited that she couldn't say anything but smirk widely at her friend.

When Chloe realized her friend wasn't going to speak, she continued. "I never would've thought something like this could happen to me." She said, turning back around to continue walking. "Especially with Beca, you know." She made a face that explained how annoying the brunette could be. "At first, I used to get angry with everything she did, and now I love those very same things." She smiled. "I think about her day and night, I feel like she's with me wherever I go, and when I'm with her, I feel home."

Amy's smile widened along with the redhead's. "Wow, Chloe!"

Chloe covered her face with her hands. "Oh my god." She dropped her hands back on her sides before she stopped walking again to face her friend. "Do you think I've gone mad?"

"No, you're not mad. That's love!" Amy squealed happily. "I'm so excited. You are in love and I'm in love. If I wasn't holding this food, I would hug you!"

Chloe laughed. "I know! But.. What should I do now?" She asked worriedly.

….

"What do you mean, what should I do? Go tell her!" Beca frowned at Aubrey.

….

"It's not that easy, Amy." Chloe bit her lower lip. "I mean, I don't even know anything about her feelings."

….

"If you don't ask her, how else are you going to know? Beca questioned. "Come on, go tell her. Be the man." She chuckled, encouraging the blonde.

….

"You heard me, Chloe. Tell her." Amy smiled. "Even I'm going to tell Luke about my feelings."

….

"Tell her, Aubrey!" Beca gestured at the phone on the table.

…

"Come on. Tell her, Chloe." Amy begged.

...

"Just call her already!" Beca exclaimed.

Aubrey took a deep breath and let out a huge sigh before she moved over to the table to pick up the phone. She stared at the phone for a while, trying to build up the courage. She jumped and almost dropped the phone when it suddenly rang in her hands. The blonde looked at the screen, but it was a private number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Bre. It's Chloe."

"Chloe!" Aubrey squealed, mentally kicking herself for reacting so over-excited. "Uhhm.. Why is your number private?"

"Oh, my battery died, I'm calling from a phone booth." Chloe explained. "Anyway; Aubrey, I want to ask you something. And tell you something too."

"I want to tell you something as well."

"Yeah? Okay, tell me."

"Uh, not like this." Aubrey checked her watch. "8 o'clock, Water's Edge?"

"Alright."

"Great, I'll see you then. Bye!" Aubrey said happily before ending the call and turning around to face Beca. "Today I'm going to tell her whatever's in my heart." She pulled Beca in for a hug. "Thank you so much, you're the best!"

….

"Why did you call her? You were supposed to call Beca!" Amy frowned after the redhead hung up.

"She's my best friend, I need her to know about it and give me advice before I tell Beca." Chloe explained.

"But you will tell her, right?"

"Yes, Amy. I will." She smiled at the blonde. "Thank you."

….

"Keep the change." Chloe said as she exited the cab. She headed towards the restaurant wearing a red dress and a denim jacket. When she walked in, her eyes spotted the blonde wearing a red blouse and a black skirt smiling at a red rose on the table for two.

"Hey!" Chloe exclaimed as she approached her best friend.

Aubrey turned her head with a wide grin playing at her lips. "Hi!"

The redhead took a seat from across her best friend. "Nice place." She commented, looking around before her eyes met the blonde's again.

"Nice dress."

"Nice blouse." Chloe smiled.

"Okay, stop." Aubrey laughed at their awkward conversation.

"Okay." The redhead chuckled.

They both sat in silence, not knowing where to begin. Chloe started to rub her fingers against each other as Aubrey started to twirl the glass on the table between her hands. They both made a few attempts to speak, but ended up sighing at themselves and looking away.

After a while, the blonde looked back into the other woman's eyes and smiled widely. She ran a hand through her hair and opened her mouth to speak when Chloe suddenly decided to go first. "I love Beca!" She confessed, watching the other woman's expressions.

Aubrey stiffened, feeling pain in her stomach as if she swallowed a brick. Her smile left her eyes, but she managed to keep it on her lips. The eyes of the woman she fell in love with were finally filled with happiness and love, but it was not for her. "You love Beca." She fought the tears trying to escape her eyes, keeping a fake smile on her face. "You love Beca. Of course, you love her." The blonde looked away, biting on her fist to keep herself calm.

"What's wrong?" Chloe frowned at the other woman's strange behaviour.

Aubrey looked back up. "Nothing's wrong." She lied, still keeping the fake smile on her face. "I already had a feeling you were hiding something from me, but this really surprised me!"

"I knew you would be shocked with this news." Chloe giggled.

"Shock?" Aubrey forced a laugh. "I can't tell you how shocked I am."

"You don't need to tell me, I can see it." The redhead chuckled. "I am so nervous, do you think she feels the same way?"

"She has to be insane if she doesn't love you." Aubrey commented seriously.

"Do you think I should talk to her?"

"No." The blonde replied.

Chloe furrowed her eyebrows at the blonde. "What?"

"I mean; go, of course you should tell her!" Aubrey corrected.

A smile found its way back to the other woman's lips. "Okay.. I'm going then." She said nervously as she got up.

"Wait.." Aubrey rushed out. "When you tell her, give her this flower." She said, handing over the red rose that she had bought to give Chloe.

"Oh Aubrey, you are so sweet. I love you." The redhead smiled as she leaned over to kiss her best friend on the cheek. "Thank you, bye!" She waved, walking out of the restaurant.

Aubrey kept staring at the door after the other woman disappeared. "I love you too."

….

Beca closed the door behind her and kicked her shoes off. "Jess, I'm home!"

Jesse got out of the kitchen. "You forgot your phone." He held up a phone in the air. "It kept buzzing. I think you should check it, maybe it's Stacie."

The woman walked over to her best friend and took the phone to see who called. "Aubrey?" She frowned at her screen before holding the phone to her ear to listen to her voicemail.

"Hi Beca, it's me.. I couldn't tell her. Well, I wanted to, but she didn't really give me a chance. Her heart is taken. She loves someone else.. And, uhm.. That someone.. That someone is you, Beca. She loves you. She is probably on her way to tell you about it right now, so please don't break her heart.. Please."

….

Beca slowly walked over to the door when she heard the doorbell. She took a deep breath and conjured a smile on her face before opening the door to see the redhead standing there with her hair soaking wet from the rain and a red rose in her hands.

"Oh, we don't want to buy flowers." Beca said as she closed the door on the other woman for a second before opening again. "I was just kidding, come in." She laughed, reaching out for the rose. "Thank you."

"No, not now." Chloe said, holding onto the flower.

"Okay, later then." Beca smiled, stepping aside for the redhead to come in and close the door behind her. "It's good you came, I just made some tea, would you like some?" Before the redhead could answer, Beca spoke again. "Oh God, look at your hair!" She rushed off to one of the rooms and came back with a towel, throwing it over the other woman's head ignoring the protests and wiping her hair for a moment before taking it off. "There, much better. Sit down." She gestured to the couch.

Chloe slowly sat down on the couch and put the rose on the table beside her as Beca took a seat on a chair in front of the redhead.

"So, are you hungry?" Beca asked.

"No.."

"Good, there is nothing at home anyway." The brunette smirked, glancing at the older woman's body. "New dress..?

"Thank you. Do you like it? I bought it today." Chloe smiled excitedly.

"I hate it, why did you buy it?" Beca frowned.

Chloe's smile fell as she glanced down at her hands, starting to rub her fingers. She wanted to tell the brunette how she felt, but she didn't know how. "It's raining outside." She managed to say, mentally rolling her eyes at herself.

"I'm sitting inside my house." Beca remarked.

"I know." Chloe nodded.

"And I know that it's raining outside, I can see it." The brunette laughed.

Chloe smiled and looked around, trying to build up confidence to tell Beca about her feelings. She took a breath and opened her mouth to speak again. "Beca, I…" She just couldn't get the rest of the words out of her mouth. How was she supposed to do this? Chloe never had these feelings for anyone before, how was she going to just tell her? "I.. uhm, I.."

"I got it so far." Beca smiled.

"I.." Chloe tried again.

Beca chuckled lightly. "What are you stammering for? Go ahead."

Chloe got up from the couch. "I should go."

"No, no, no. It's okay. I'm sorry." Beca said, getting up as well to hold the other woman by her arms and make her sit back down. "It's raining outside, and your dress is very nice." She smiled. "Come on, let's continue. I… ?" Beca leaned over to let the redhead know she was listening. Chloe looked away to pluck up the courage again as she saw a book on the table beside Beca with a picture sticking out. She reached over and took it out to see a beautiful brunette with dark green eyes in a wedding dress embracing Beca who was wearing a black suit. "She's pretty, who is that?" The redhead frowned, her eyes not leaving the picture.

Beca got up from her chair and moved over to sit down next to the other woman. "That.. is me." She smirked.

Chloe rolled her eyes with a smile. "I know that, but who is this?" She pointed at the woman in the wedding dress.

"That's Stacie."

"Stacie?"

Beca took the picture from the redhead and stared at it for a moment. "Yes, Stacie… My wife."

A second heart was broken today. It was that moment when Chloe's world fell apart again. The words 'My wife' crushed her heart into pieces. The feeling she felt when her father passed away was forcing its way back to her. When she finally thought she found her home, it got taken away again. It was like holding a cookie in front of a little kid to make him open his mouth and then eat it yourself. Just when she opened her heart to love, it was taken away by another woman. It would've hurt less if someone tortured her with needles all over her body, slowly, needle by needle, on every inch of her body.

Beca's eyes didn't leave the picture when she continued to speak. "She is the reason why I have come to New York." She shook her head, slapping her palm to her forehead. "Gosh, I'm so stupid. I never told you about." She realized. "I'm so weird, I talk about everything, and forget to mention the most important things." Beca put the picture back on the table, not making eye contact with the redhead as she began to speak. "Stacie and I married three years ago. After marriage, it was the usual married couple squabbles. One day, it went out of hand and I said some nasty things to her. You know how I am, I can be a bit rude sometimes." She smiled, still staring at the table. "She got angry, left home and came to New York. Her parents live here, so I followed her to take her back home, but she's still angry with me. She tells me she needs more time, but I know everything will be alright." Beca finally looked away from the table to face the redhead. Chloe's cheeks were black from her mascara, tears still spilling from her eyes. "Hey, why are you crying?" the brunette asked worriedly.

"I..uh, It's just a sad story." Chloe lied.

"Oh, all you women are the same." Beca smirked, wiping away the older woman's tears. "Don't worry, everything will be alright."

Chloe forced a little smile and nodded at the brunette. "Can I go?"

"Please stay, Stacie.. I mean, Chloe." She corrected herself, stabbing the redhead all over again. "See, I'm just really sad." Beca finished.

"Me too." Chloe replied, getting up from the couch and picking up the red rose. "I'm going."

"Flower?" The brunette questioned.

"It's not for you." Chloe said. "It's for.. Jesse." She moved over to Jesse's door and slowly knocked on it. Jesse opened the door, pretending he didn't hear their conversation. Though Chloe knew he had heard everything and handed the rose over to the man. "If it wasn't for you, I would've never met this amazing person." She said softly.

Jesse nodded slowly. "Thank you."

The redhead hugged him quickly before turning around to rush towards the front door.

"Take an umbrella, it's raining." Beca commented.

Chloe didn't stop walking. "Bye, Beca." She said, opening the door and walk out.

Once outside, she broke down on her knees, crying. Her tears blended with the rain rolling over her cheeks, washing away the mascara stains. She wanted it to stop. To stop hurting so bad.

Was this love? Sure, love is something really beautiful and colourful. It's happiness, joy, laughing, fun, and the feeling to be home. But love can also be painful sometimes. Nobody seems to realize that even love has its dark side. You know what they say; even white roses have a black shadow. The more you love, the more it will hurt…

A/N: Im sorry if i made any mistakes, its 5:34am right now !
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