So here is chapter 2 and it's Chloe's funeral.

Once again, I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.

The morning of Chloe's funeral, Beca was standing in front of her bedroom mirror, smoothing out her black dress. She was sure that at any minute Chloe's arms would wrap around her waist and she'd kiss her neck, whispering compliments and love like she always used to. But, of course, this didn't happen. Instead Aubrey placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Time to go Beca." She said softly. They climbed into Beca's car and the blonde drove the 45 minute journey to the cemetery. Stacie had taken Aubrey's car to pick up some of the other Bellas and Aubrey knew Beca wouldn't be able to drive today, so she did. Beca didn't speak most of the ride and Aubrey didn't push her. She just watched out of the corner of her eye as the brunette tugged at the Barden Bellas scarf that was tied around her neck. The closer they got, the tighter it felt and the stronger she pulled.

"Beca." Aubrey placed her hand on her arm. "It's okay."

"Nothing about this is okay." Beca said, finally succeeding in pulling it off. "Sorry." She said, holding the blue and yellow scarf in her hand. She rubbed the fabric with her thumb before tying it around her wrist.

"No it's okay. You're right. Everything about this is shit." Aubrey blinked back tears furiously. As Aubrey pulled into the parking lot she heard herself gasp at the sheer number of people who were there. They managed to find the rest of the old Bellas who were standing with the old Treblemakers. All either in black armbands or with a Bellas scarf tied around their neck. They fell silent as Aubrey and Beca approached, unsure what to do or what to say. Beca would have laughed at the sight of Fat Amy lost for words if she could. Stacie took Aubrey's hand in hers and squeezed it. Beca's eyes were fixed on a point on the ground, trying to keep her tears at bay. She wished one of them would say something. Anything at all. Jesse couldn't stand it anymore and pulled Beca into a rib breaking hug. She tried to push him off at first but she just didn't have the energy so she relaxed into his arms and sobbed into his shirt.

"It's okay Becs." He said softly. "We're all here for you." She was too exhausted to argue. She looked around her group of friends and saw some things that made her smile. Like Bumper's arm wrapped around Fat Amy's shoulders, occasionally planting kisses on her head. She saw Denise and Cynthia Rose holding each other. Stacie and Aubrey. Donald and Lily. And then she remembered that it was Jesse holding her, not Chloe, and she felt her heart break again.

During the service, the Bellas and the Treblemakers stood to sing 'Just the Way You Are', none of them managed to finish the song with dry eyes. Aubrey and Beca couldn't join in so they sat and listened, holding onto each other's hand. Aubrey then rose to say a few words. Her voice wavered and tears had left tracks down her face. When she finished Beca knew it was her turn. Her legs shook as she stood and made her way to the front. She looked around the room and her eyes fell on a mane of red hair which fell in waves like Chloe's had. The woman had the same blue eyes but they were clouded and almost vacant. When they made eye contact, Chloe's mother gave her an encouraging smile and nodded. Beca swallowed and took a steadying breath before speaking, addressing her words to the woman who had lost her daughter.

"Chloe was the only person I've ever been sure I was in love with. But that isn't surprising. To know Chloe was to love Chloe. Quite frankly anything else was impossible. I loved her with everything I had. And I'm sorry that wasn't enough to save her." And then Beca started to cry. She felt an arm around her shoulder and someone lead her back to her seat.

After the funeral they all stood in a circle saying their goodbyes. Beca couldn't bare the idea of going back to her apartment alone. The place was still so full of Chloe.

"Aubrey," Beca said in a tiny voice that Aubrey nearly missed, "Aubrey I can't go back there. Not now. Not tonight." Aubrey nodded and then cleared her throat.

"You know what, forget going home. You're all coming back to mine and Stacie's and we're going to drink and say our farewells to Chloe. You all know where we live, so we'll see you in a few hours." Aubrey glanced down at Beca who gave her a small smile.

"And bring booze." Stacie added before kissing her girlfriend on the cheek. "I'll see you at home?"

"I'm taking Beca home to change first and then we'll be over."

Once they were back, Aubrey waited in the living room as Beca changed. She threw on a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a jacket, keeping the scarf around her wrist. She reached into the bag she has taken with her to the funeral and pulled out a small black box. She ran her thumb around the edge of it before shoving it into her jacket pocket. She then entered the kitchen and searched through the bottles of alcohol to find one that wasn't empty.

"Fucking hell!" She shouted as a bottle crashed to the floor and smashed. She tried to pick up the broken glass but swore again as a piece stuck in her hand. "Fuck!" Aubrey was at her side in seconds. "It's fine." Beca snapped, pulling her hand from Aubrey's. She wash the cut in the kitchen sink and watched as the water ran scarlet.

"Does it hurt?" Aubrey asked, standing behind the small brunette. Beca shook her head.

"I didn't mean to snap 'Bree. I'm sorry." She said, turning off the faucet and drying her hand on her jeans.

"It's okay. Come on, let's go get drunk." Beca smiled and nodded. Her hand squeezed the black box in her pocket and it relaxed her slightly.

A few hours later and most of the Bellas and Treblemakers were sufficiently drunk and reminiscing. Talking happily about good times they'd shared with Chloe. Beca was sitting away from the main group, draining the last few drops of her bottle of beer. Fat Amy approached her, a red plastic cup in her hand.

"Get this down you Captain." She said, handing it to Beca. Beca didn't hesitate, throwing the drink back, emptying the cup in one gulp. "You want another?" She nodded.

"I don't want to think anymore, Amy. You gotta drink that can help with that?" Beca's voice cracked. Amy gave her a sad smile.

"One Fat Amy special coming up." She patted Beca on the thigh before leaving to make her drink. Beca pulled the box from her pocket and held it in her hands again. She turned it over and over again absentmindedly, wishing Amy would hurry up so she could drink again.

"Whatcha got there?" Stacie said, sitting beside her and pulling her out of her daydream. Beca stopped turning it and hesitated.

"It was my Christmas present to Chloe." She handed the box to Stacie, running a hand through her hair. "Open it." Stacie opened the box.

"Oh Beca." Stacie said as her eyes fell on the ring in the box. It was a simple silver band with a small diamond. "Is this what I think it is?"

"I was going to ask her when she came home. I've had it for like three months but I wanted it to be special. I shouldn't have waited. Maybe if I'd done it sooner she wouldn't have... Or maybe she saw it. Maybe she knew and it, it spurred her on. Fuck." Beca said realising the room had gone quiet around her. She stood and walked into the kitchen, refusing to acknowledge the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. "Amy do you have a drink for me?" Fat Amy handed her a drink and then lined up several shots.

"They're all for you if you want 'em." She tried her best to keep her voice at its usual upbeat level but Beca could hear the wobble in it. She did the shots and then moved onto the drink Amy had made. Stacie entered the kitchen, the box still in her hand.

"Beca," she placed a hand on her arm, "what Chloe did wasn't your fault." Beca nodded because she was too tired to argue. "Here." She tried to give the box back to Beca, who suddenly found she didn't want to even look at it anymore.

"Keep it. Give it to Aubrey." Beca said finishing her drink and taking the nearest spirit bottle to her before trying to return to the living room. Stacie grabbed her arm.

"Beca you can't give me this." She tried to push the box into her hand.

"I can give it to who I want now. I want you to have it and I want you to give it to Aubrey. Don't make my mistake, Stacie. Don't just assume she knows you love her." She pulled her arm free from Stacie and returned to the group in the living room, taking swigs from the bottle. People cast her nervous glances but did their best to keep the conversation flowing. They knew Beca wouldn't want them focusing their attention on her.

"Don't you think you've maybe had enough?" Jesse said, taking a seat beside her, gesturing the bottle in her hand.

"Absolutely not." Beca took another big gulp and paused, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Becs?"

"I'm fine." She opened her eyes, the urge to vomit passing.

"You're not fine," he said with a small sigh, taking her and in his, "but you will be." She gave him a hollow laugh.

"Will I?" Her voice was laced with sarcasm and bitterness. She took another drink.

"One day you'll wake up and it won't hurt so bad." He rubbed the back of her knuckles with his thumb.

"No." She pulled her hand from his grasp. "One day I'll close my eyes for the last time and when I open them, she'll be there. That's when it won't hurt so bad. That's when I'll be fine."

"Becs." He tried to put his arm around her shoulders but she shrugged it off.

"Don't, Jesse." She didn't know why she was so angry with him, she just knew that him touching her felt different to when the others did it. It felt like there was an ulterior motive with him even if there wasn't one. "I know you're just trying to help but it's just not what I want right now." She stood and suddenly felt the alcohol hit her. She stumbled slightly, causing her to cling to the wall to stop from falling. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her. "Please don't look at me like that." She said softly. She felt a hand on her lower back and another take her arm. She looked up to see Aubrey's green eyes staring into her own. The blonde guided her into the bathroom and a split second later, Beca was throwing up in the toilet, Aubrey holding her hair and gently rubbing back. "Sorry 'Bree." Beca said once she sat back against the bathroom wall.

"Beca how many times have you seem me throw up?" Aubrey said with a small laugh. Beca chuckled lightly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm drunk, just not drunk enough. I'm still feeling and thinking and I don't want to do that." Beca's voice was slurring slightly. "I'm tired."

"Come on, you can sleep in my bed." Aubrey pulled the tiny brunette to her feet and lead her into the bedroom she shared with Stacie. Beca sat on the bed and Aubrey found a t-shirt and pair of pyjama bottoms for her to change into. Once she was changed, Aubrey tucked her into the bed. Her heart broke as she saw how small and vulnerable Beca looked. She leant down and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. She didn't pull back right away, their eyes locked onto each other, both green and blue reflecting each other's sadness and loss. Before either of them were aware of what was happening, Beca leant forward and connected their lips. Then, just as suddenly as she connected them, she broke them apart. A look of pure devastation was on her face.

"That was stupid." She whispered. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." And it was then she started crying. Aubrey climbed onto the bed next to her and pulled the smaller girl into her arms.

"It's okay." She said softly. She wanted to break too, more than anything. She wanted to cling to Beca and scream and cry and drink herself into oblivion. But she couldn't. Every time she felt herself start to fall apart, her mind went to the note that Chloe's mother had pushed into her hand at the funeral. The note that contained Chloe's last words. Hastily scribbled.

'Aubrey,

Take care of Beca.

Chloe.'

The next chapter takes place after my story 'All My Love, Beca Mitchell' so if you haven't read that then I would recommend it before reading the next chapter :)

Massive amounts of love to you all!