They were happy, in this moment. Aubrey was letting the wind control the rise and fall of her hand out the passenger window. Chloe was asleep in the backseat, stretched out across the seat. Beca kept her eyes focused on the road, bobbing her head in time with the music on the radio, already thinking on how to mix the current song into something else. The spring sun was beating down as they made their way south.

Aubrey and Chloe had driven up to New York for the ICCA's, keeping their promise to the Bellas that they would be there to root them on to another victory, Beca's fourth and final one. The brunette had decided to drive back to Atlanta with her friends, knowing it would be one of the last times they would spend together before Beca packed up her life and finally moved to Los Angeles.

It was the life she wanted, finally within her reach, with the unexpected friendships that would be her late night phone calls and text messages. They would be why she returned to Georgia each Thanksgiving, each Christmas and each summer. They were her family, and it pained her to be leaving them, but this is what she had wanted since she was ten. Produce music for the biggest and best talent out there.

For now, though, she had this drive. She had these little moments to file away in her brain when she needed a boost. Chloe shifted in the backseat, grunting when she couldn't stretch out. "When is the next rest area?" she mumbled, sitting up, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"About ten more miles," Beca responded, catching those blue eyes in the rearview mirror. Chloe nodded, leaning forward so her head was between the other women. "Will you ever learn the meaning of a personal bubble?"

Chloe smirked, leaning her head on Beca's shoulder. "Dude, you drive a tiny as shit Honda Civic. Just looking at this car is getting into your personal bubble," she joked.

"You are gonna hurt Noomi's feelings if you keep talking about her like that," Beca warned, reaching her right hand up to gently stroke the dashboard. "It's okay, Noomi. Mean old Chloe didn't mean anything by the tiny comments."

Aubrey laughed, turning her head to look at them. "You know, other people might think you are insane if you keep talking to your car like it is alive."

"You don't?" Beca asked, feigning interest.

"I know you are insane." Her head turned back to the window, watching her hand move up and down. "It isn't going to be the same without you around."

"Yeah. What are we going to do without you? No one to annoy us with new mixes or to get all pseudo-angry when we make fun of how little you are," Chloe added, laughing and falling back into the seat as Beca blindly swatted at her, signaling as she slid the car off of the freeway and found a parking space as close to the rest area as she could. She turned to her passengers, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth as she thought over her words.

"It somehow makes it harder to run off to California, knowing the support system I have here. I think at one point I even toyed with the idea of being an Atlanta-based producer, just so I could stay close to you," she started. "I decided I am going to give Los Angeles two years, and then if nothing happens, I am going to run back to Georgia with my tail tucked firmly between my legs. How does that sound?"

"I don't think you need to worry about tucking anything anywhere," Aubrey laughed, opening her door and removing herself from the car, stretching as Chloe joined her. The blonde leaned down, her eyes meeting Beca's. "You are going to drive yourself mad if you keep dwelling on it, you know that, right?"

Beca nodded, getting out of the car. Chloe had disappeared into the building, leaving the two woman leaning on the hood of the car. "I can't believe I am about to admit this, but I am scared. I am absolutely terrified that I am going to get out there and realize I am not as good as everyone has made me out to be. I don't want to fail, and that fear of failing is almost making me cancel it all and just curl up in my apartment and stay there."

"Even if you never go to Los Angeles, you know you would keep making mixes. It's what you do.. it is what you are. Beca Mitchell, badass DJ." Aubrey slid closer to her, their hands resting next to each other. "I know you are going to be fine. You are going to make it big and win so many awards. Just promise you don't forget about us little people who helped you get to where you are."

"I can imagine my Grammy acceptance speech now. I want to thank the uptight blonde bitch Aubrey for almost ruining her life because she wouldn't take two seconds to listen to me," Beca chuckled.

"Would they let you say bitch?"

"Alright, how about this? I would like to thank the most uptight person I have ever met. Sure, she may seem like she doesn't know how to let go, but underneath all that shrink wrap, she has the fattest heart I have ever seen," Beca retorted, her pinky curling itself around Aubrey's. "Think Chloe has it figured out yet?"

"She didn't take the backseat just so she could sleep all day," Aubrey pointed out, nodding her head to the side as Chloe jogged over to them, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. Beca pulled her hand away from Aubrey's, ignoring the sigh the blonde let out. "So, I think we might hit a hotel once we get into Roanoke. Or Beca could let someone else drive."

"Nah. Hotel sounds good. I love me some cheap, mass produced continental breakfast!"

"I'll be back. I want to go see if the vending machine has any Paydays," Aubrey said, walking off.

Beca turned, jumping when Chloe was inches from her. "The bubble?"

The redhead rolled her eyes. "Will you please just tell me so I don't have to keep pretending like I don't know," she requested, her eyes not leaving Beca's. "I am not going to be mad."

The brunette looked towards the vending area, watching as Aubrey scrunched up her face in thought. "Two months," she muttered. "I asked her out two months ago. It wasn't like we were trying to keep it a secret, you know. I was just so wrapped up in trying to get the Bellas ready without being overbearing and really it just never came up in conversation."

Aubrey walked back over, one candy bar sticking out of her mouth and three more in her hands. "What?" she asked, ignoring the smirk from Beca. She took a bite of the opened one before looking between the two women. "I told you she picked the backseat for a reason." She got into the car and Beca returned her gaze to Chloe.

"How long have you known?"

Chloe bit her lip. "I saw you give her a goodnight kiss last week," she admitted. "I was home earlier than planned and when I was coming up the stairs, I saw you guys by the door. I didn't feel right saying anything, though, because it felt more like I was creeping and I wasn't. Plus, like I said, I'm not mad. I think you two are cute together," she added, nudging Beca as she walked past her and climbed into the car. Beca took a deep breath before returning to the drivers seat, buckling up, starting the car and hitting the highway again.

Chloe leaned back in the middle seat, her arms across her chest as she chewed on her bottom lip. "Spit it out," Beca ordered.

"I know I said I wasn't mad, but that doesn't mean that I am not hurt that you two couldn't let me in on it. Aubrey, you've been my best friend for almost eight years now, and you couldn't think to tell me that you had not only found someone to finally make you happy, but that it was Beca? We used to never keep secrets from each other." There was no denying the hurt that filled Chloe's voice. Beca looked at Aubrey, who was suddenly focused on the passing landscape. "I just want to know why you felt like you needed to hide it."

Beca opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by a look from Aubrey. The blonde turned in her seat to look at Chloe. "It was my fault. I know that you and Beca have a past and I wanted to make sure it was more than some silly fling or crush before I brought it to you. I didn't want to hurt your feelings or make you feel like Beca was trying to replace you, alright?"

Chloe cringed at the mention of her past with Beca. It wasn't horrible, they just hadn't worked out. It took them almost a year to realize it, but it was fine that the brunette was moving on while Chloe just sat around her room alone, wishing she had someone taking her out every Friday night. "I don't feel like she is trying to replace me," she muttered, stretching back out across the seat and putting her headphones in. "Wake me up when we get to the hotel."

Beca waited, listening for the music to start blaring through the headphones. It took less than a minute. "She's pissed."

Aubrey reached over, grabbing Beca's free hand, squeezing it gently. "Well, she is a big girl, Beca. She will get over it."

The brunette nodded, keeping her eyes on the road. She hadn't flicked the radio back on after leaving the rest area, and the silence in the car was starting to drive her insane. Letting go of Aubrey's hand, she fiddled with the dial until a radio station slowly faded in, playing some late seventies song or another. It was a solid two hours of only the radio fading in and out before they reached a hotel, Beca sitting in the car as Aubrey went in to get them a room. She turned in her seat, reaching back and poking Chloe.

The redhead jerked awake, looking around. "What?"

"We're at the hotel. Aubrey is getting us a room." She took a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about me and Aubrey, okay? It was stupid to keep it hidden. I just.. Aubrey and I both felt weird that you and I ended so abruptly and we somehow slid right back into friends so fast without actually talking things out. It was unfair of me to just walk away like I did, but all we were doing was fighting, and then once I left, we just.. stopped."

Chloe remained silent, focusing on putting her iPod away.

"It was stupid of me, but that doesn't mean I care about you any less just because I am dating Aubrey. I mean, come on, I am in college. If I was still with the same person.. that's rare for college. You are still my best friend, and this proves that nothing is going to change that." She looked inside, noting that Aubrey was still at the counter. "I did love you, Chloe. When I said it, I meant it. And I will never take it back. But we just.. we grew apart."

"Why Aubrey? Why her?"

Beca opened her mouth to respond, closing it quickly when she saw Aubrey approaching the car. The blonde looked between the two women, letting the silence last for a moment. "I don't know what I just walked into, but our room is on the second floor. You can go around the back of the building and there is a door that leads right to the stairs," she pointed out, not missing the annoyed glare Chloe threw at Beca before sitting back.

Chloe remained silent, her eyes catching Beca's whenever they happened to look in the same direction as they headed up the stairs and into the room. She tossed her backpack onto one of the beds before turning and looking at the other two women. "I am going to go check out the exercise room."

Beca watched her leave the room before turning to Aubrey. "What in the hell did you do to her?" Aubrey asked, her arms sliding around Beca's waist.

"She asked me why I chose you of all people," she replied, her forehead resting in the crook of Aubrey's neck.

"What did you tell her?"

"I didn't get a chance to answer. You came back to the car."

Aubrey laughed. "Sorry, I know it isn't funny." She leaned back, tilting Beca's head up, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Go find her and tell her whatever you need to tell her, okay?"

The brunette nodded, turning and leaving the room, following the signs for the exercise room, finding Chloe sitting on the floor just inside the room, her head in her hands. "Chlo.."

"Go away."

"No."

"Beca."

"I picked Aubrey because she was there," she stated. "When I walked out on you, she was there for me and she listened to me, and it just happened. It wasn't like I had been planning all along to hook up with your best friend. She had seen our fights, Chloe. She knew that neither of us were trying to save the relationship. She understood why I walked away, and even after you and I started talking again, and it was killing me, she was there to listen, and it just happened."

Chloe looked up, tears in her eyes. "Who kissed who?"

"What does that even matter?"

"Answer the question."

Beca groaned. "She kissed me. I was stressing over the Bellas and I was going on and on and on and she just leaned over and kissed me. And I kissed her back. I don't see anything wrong with it. We were both single."

Chloe bit her lip, almost working the question over in her mind before she spat out, "have you fucked her yet?"

"No. We.. we were waiting for the right moment." Beca sat on the floor across from Chloe, messing with the hem of her shirt.

"So, what makes her so special and worthy of waiting? I mean, all it took was one fucking drink and you were in my pants," she snapped. "Am I that easy? You think I am easy? Then you just get bored with what is easy and you sit and wait and bide your time until the right moment to fuck her? What makes her so fucking special?!"

"Chloe, it isn't like that!" Beca shouted, standing up and looking down at the redhead. "I messed up with you, okay? Is that what you want to hear? Everything was my fault! Neither of us wanted a relationship but we were too fucking good of friends to have it be a one night stand. I should have grown a pair and ended it before it even began and spared us both the pain, but I can't go back, Chloe! I can't go back and change what choices I made with you, but I can sure as fuck try and do them right with Aubrey." Beca opened her mouth to add something before thinking better of it. "I'm sorry."