Beca slammed the door to the hotel room open, grabbing her backpack from the table, stopping when Aubrey put a hand on her wrist. "Slow down," she said, turning the shorter woman to face her. "What happened?"

The brunette wrenched her arm from Aubrey's grip, using her sleeve to wipe the tears from her eyes. "How can I make this right, Aubrey?! How can I make Chloe see that I care about her, but I can't go back to her? That I fucked it up, and I hate myself for fucking it up. I am taking it so slow with you because I am ready for this now. I wasn't ready for her, and I don't think she was ready for me, but I don't want to mess up with you because then I have no one. I don't want to end up with no one."

Aubrey pulled the backpack from Beca's hand and set it down before wrapping her arms around her girlfriend, holding her tightly as the younger woman broke down crying. She looked up as the door slowly opened, Chloe appearing. The redhead walked over to them, wringing her hands together. "Beca?"

Beca turned, keeping Aubrey's arms around her.

"I'm sorry. I was.. I was really out of line in asking you what I did. It is none of my business what you two do behind closed doors. I was upset, and I took it out on you, and that wasn't right," Chloe said, her voice quiet. "I just.. I lost control when you said that it was because Aubrey was there."

Beca paled, feeling the blondes arms retract. "I was there?"

Chloe clamped a hand over her mouth as Beca turned, facing the blonde. Aubrey had her hands on her hips, her face a mixture of pain and anger. "That isn't how I meant it!"

"How did you mean it then, Beca?"

The smaller woman opened her mouth, closing it again just as quick. "I meant it like.. you were there, for me, because you knew that I was hurting. You knew that I needed someone, and that means the world to me. You were there when I needed you the most. That is what I meant by it."

Aubrey didn't look convinced.

Beca threw her hands up. "You know what? I am sick of having to explain myself tonight for reasons that shouldn't even be discussed. You guys have fun, I am going to go sleep in the car." She grabbed her backpack and the car keys before either woman could stop her. Chloe flinched when the door closed, her eyes looking anywhere but Aubrey's.

"I shouldn't have said anything," Chloe mumbled, sitting on the bed closest to her. She brought her hand to her mouth, chewing on her thumbnail. "Aubrey, I think there is something wrong with me."

There was something in Chloe's voice that sent a chill through the blonde, causing her to sit down next to her friend, immediately putting an arm around her. "Like what?"

"I'm scared to be alone sometimes. My moods.. I just.. the smallest things set me off, Bree. But then I feel even worse after that. I cry for no reason, but minutes later I am perfectly fine. I don't know what is happening. I lose sleep for days at a time.. I forget to eat.. but then I go through a period where I do nothing but sleep. I'm scared."

"That's why you blew up at Beca?"

Chloe nodded. "She meant what she told you, Bree. You were what she needed. She wasn't ready for me and I wasn't ready for her. We could have been amazing, but our timing was so off. Then she gets you when she has had room to grow, and I should be happy for her. I should be happy for the both of you, you know? You are two of the people that I trust the most in life and the two people that actually mean something to me. I am just stupid if I keep letting this get to me. I need to grow up and get over it. There are plenty of people out there, right? I should stop dwelling on the one I lost and go find the one I keep missing." She nodded, almost as if to reassure herself. "I can't dwell on Beca. I loved her.. I still love her.. but it wasn't right. The only reason you two fought tonight was because of me, and it could have been worse."

"Doesn't change the fact that she is still sleeping in the car." Aubrey stood up, walking over to the other bed. "Chloe, we didn't fight because of you. Okay, maybe you triggered it, but you know how much Beca and I argue in general. We hadn't had a single fight in the past two months, but I could feel one building. I push her, and maybe that isn't healthy." She sat down, looking across the room at the redhead. "Want to know something?"

Chloe looked at her, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Beca regretted walking out on you for so long. It was the only thing she could talk about. You guys could have had a better start to a relationship than hooking up at a party, yeah, but she cared about you. She still cares about you, Chloe. And so do I. I know that I can never say sorry enough for hiding this from you, but when we started dating, it just seemed like it was the right thing to do. To protect you."

"I don't need your protection," she spat.

"I know, and that was where I made my first mistake."

"I don't really feel up to listening to you go on and on about you anymore, so I am going to go to sleep, fair enough?" she said, slipping off her sneakers before curling up on the bed. She heard Aubrey sigh before the door to the room opened and closed. She shut her eyes, putting her hands over her face as she let herself cry.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Her and Beca were supposed to be meant for each other.

Hearing both Beca and Aubrey tell her that the timing was off frustrated her. Beca had meant the world to her, yet she never did anything to save the relationship. She could have been better, more understanding, but instead she locked herself away and stopped letting Beca in. Chloe couldn't explain it even if you paid her, but it was by far the most frustrating experience in her life.

Destroying the one thing that actually made her happy. When she was with Beca, she slept. She ate. She smiled. She laughed. The past two years had brought almost none of that. It was a struggle to keep the smile on her face just to avoid someone asking her what was wrong.. having to suffer through the annoyance of the only answer being that she didn't know.

What she did know was that she slept, but she hurt. It wasn't emotional hurt or physical hurt, but those first few weeks after Beca left her, she just.. hurt. She spent more days than not just laying in bed, sometimes moving to the couch, wishing that the door would open and Beca would say that she was just joking. A cruel joke.

That was how she felt now. Like Beca and Aubrey were playing a cruel joke on her.

The door to the room opened, revealing both Beca and Aubrey's voices talking in a hushed tone. Chloe kept her eyes shut, trying to take in every word. "No, I didn't tell her!" Aubrey said, her voice strained. "She basically brushed me off almost immediately after you left. I'm worried about her. She thinks there is something wrong with her."

"She just had a huge bombshell dropped on her, Aubrey. She is going to be a little wonky."

"No, I mean, she really thinks it. I have never heard her sound so scared."

Beca sighed.

"Don't roll your eyes. You know her just as well as I do, and we both know she hasn't been the same since you left."

"Are we really going to go here? I thought we worked past this already."

"Beca," Aubrey warned.

"No! You don't get to do that!" The brunette raised her voice. "You don't get to make this into my fault. It is bad enough I have spent every single day of the past year and a half kicking myself for hurting her, but I moved on. It isn't like she would have taken me back, Aubrey! You know that better than anyone! She shut all of us out, and we are fucking lucky she let us back in."

A thud as someone slammed their hand on the table.

"I know what it is like to shut people out when they hurt you. I spent my teenage years doing my hardest to ignore my dad because he left. I didn't let my mom in, because I wanted to be alone. It was easier than trying to decipher anything! I thought something was wrong with me, but it wasn't." She took a breath. "I mean, there was but now there isn't."

Chloe inhaled, any extra noise now pushed to the side as she focused on Beca's voice.

The sound of someone, more than likely Beca, sitting in one of the chairs. "My mom got scared when I spent the entire summer vacation between my junior and senior years of high school in my room. I mean, that was normal, you know? I would lock myself up and work with music. But I wasn't even doing that. I just.. I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed in the morning. I barely ate anything. She finally caved and called my dad, and he was there in an instant, with his new wife, but he was worried about me."

A pause.

"They took me to the emergency room, fearing for my safety or something. They had a therapist come in and talk to me. I was diagnosed with depression. I spent my senior year of high school going to see a shrink after school three times a week, and I was put on Prozac, but you know something? It worked. I am better now. I still take the fucking pills, just because I am terrified of what would happen if I didn't."

There were no more words, but Chloe knew the sound of Beca crying. She wanted to jump up and hold her, and tell her that she was so scared that she had the same thing, but it wasn't her place to comfort the younger woman anymore. That was Aubrey's job.

"I'm sorry," Aubrey whispered, what seemed to be hours later, after the sniffling from the other side of the room had stopped. It took Chloe a minute to realize that she was talking to the redhead. The bed shifted, Aubrey wrapping her arms around Chloe. "I know you heard all of that. And I am sorry that I keep messing up on being your best friend. I have to find a balance between her girlfriend and your friend. It might take me a while, but I want you to know that I am trying. You are so important to me, Chlo, because you were the only one there for me at Barden. You stuck around through the worst, and I will never be able to repay that. You spent so much time and energy making sure I was okay but I never did the same for you. I treated you like shit."

"Don't."

"No, you need to listen to me. I've been a horrible friend, and part of me is always going to be hesitant about my relationship with Beca because of how much she meant to you and how much you mean to her. We do worry about you, Chloe, even if you don't believe it right now. I know a lot was dumped on you today, but when you are ready to try and sort your thoughts out, I am here."

Chloe turned over, looking at the blonde. "What didn't you tell me?"

Aubrey shook her head. "It isn't important right now."

"It is to me."

The blonde took a deep breath before meeting her friends eyes. "When Beca moves to Los Angeles in August, I am going with her."