Kimmy-Jin is just about to tell Beca to go and wear the floor down somewhere else when she hears her throw herself on the bed and sigh deeply. She has no idea how someone so tiny can be so loud, she would be amazed unless she'd already decided to be annoyed.
Beca grabs her phone, absentmindedly biting her lower lip. She knows she shouldn't do what she's about to do, because it will explain things in equally terrifying ways. Terrifying to the point that Becas fingers suddenly type faster than her brain can censure.
"Um hi Chlo, it's Beca, I don't know if I am coming tonight…I'm sort of thinking I should maybe quit because lezbereal Aubrey hates me and I don't think I can handle singing I saw the sign ever again..so um, yeah, you'll be great tonight tho, aca-tastic!" It takes her a few seconds and then her eyes widen in shock as she realises what she's done.
First of all she actually sent that message. Looking at it now it looks more terrible than a first draft of 50 Shades, how is that even possible… Secondly she basically outed herself, unless people say lezbereal while meaning nothing gay of it?, and she definitely wasn't planning on outing herself just now today like that.
Thirdly, aca-tastic? Really? Maybe she really should quit. Not to mention she said "it's Beca" as if the redhead didn't already have her number saved, not as Beca though, but as "La petite sauterelle".

The first time Beca saw the nickname was when Chloe texted her for the first time, a few days after hood night. She got the nickname at hood night though. The redhead had ran back up to Beca after she got her jiggle-juice and she'd stood even closer making Beca more than a little thankful that she'd yet to have a drink, otherwise the tiny brunette would be flirting terribly with the ginger at that stage. Not terribly as in a lot, but terribly as in actually terrible. Beca could never figure flirting out, although she was pretty sure that the ginger was flirting with her, the way she leaned in and basically gave Beca a heart attack because she was sure the drunken kiss was coming, but no "I think… that.. we'll be really fast friends" came instead. What does that mean? It sounds pretty flirty. Best to mention how you've already seen me naked and give it my best shot at winking.
"Actually Beca, since we will be very fast friends-" she whispered even lower than before, Beca wasn't sure how she could hear her over the noise of the party and the way her heart was drumming in her chest. Chloe's hands were on Becas hips now, whether she was steadying herself from falling over or actually making a move on her she didn't know, potentially both. Beca was starting to feel the ever so familiar anxiety creeping up over her back, it was all a bit too much now and too many people around, she couldn't help interrupting Chloe.
"Oh I see, so it's a 'will' now huh?" she teased. Chloe missed it though and her eyes went wide as though she'd done something wrong, she started to pull her hands away.
Beca mentally kicked herself when she saw what Chloe was thinking and she even surprised herself when she grabbed Chloe's hands and put them right back where they belonged. Uh, right back where they'd just been.
"I kid, Ginger. I do that a lot. You should get used to that now that we willbe friends" she smiled and rubbed her thumbs over the back of Chloe's hands. For some reason it calmed her down, her anxiety started to crawl back under its rock and then Chloe's eyes lit up and she smiled so honestly, so purely, like a kid that's been given an ice-cream factory for their birthday, Beca had to re-think if she was actually still sober or if she was getting drunk on a different kind of ginger beer.
"Okay?" she asked and the redhead just nodded slowly, her eyes still glowing. "Now, I'd like to hear the story of why you had to run back up, well done in those shoes by the way" she said with a nod down to the redheads heeled boots, and then she leaned in and whispered just next to the redheads ear, "and please, spare me no details…" she murmured and she felt Chloe's grip getting just a bit tighter on her hips and she suddenly felt her mouth go dry. She was definitely getting drunk on a different kind of ginger beer. She took a deep breath, oh god how do you even smell so good, reluctantly straightened up and peered down at Chloe with her best impression of the Queen of England, trying her best to look serious, more than anything because she absolutely didn't trust herself just now.
It was almost as if Chloe could tell what she was doing, which sounds crazy because Beca can't do impressions whatsoever, but this girl seemed to have some special powers, at least over Beca. She too straightened up, ever so slightly really, and then her face turned into the cutest face Beca had ever seen: drunk, playing serious, scrunching of the nose and with blue eyes that were the warmest and deepest that Beca had ever seen. Serious serious serious, oh bollocks this is not happening. "Well, you see, m'lady, I was thinking that since we will be friends, it would perhaps be of convenience to the both of us if we were to exchange numbers, in case we want to do friendly things with each other… What do you say?"
Beca wanted to burst out laughing and kiss her adorable face and many other things that should be left unsaid and oh god why did you have to do a slightly English accent, Beca subconsciously moved her fingers under Chloe's and their palms met, Chloe's hands were soft and warm and slightly bigger than her own, they linked their fingers together and Beca thought she might pass out soon. She felt dehydrated and faint and her heart surely had made a dent on her ribcage by now.

She could only nod and the redhead decided to match it, they're suddenly nodding together and okay now she needs to get out because she's learned the hard way not to flirt with drunk people, if they are flirting even, she's still not sure, but if this isn't flirting then she really has no idea what is.
She disconnects her left hand from Chloe's right and leans in closer, moving her hand over Chloe's hips, around over her lower back, down, Chloe is biting her lip, why is that so fucking hot, oh this was such a dumb idea, her hand is on her cheek now, ah yes there we go, score, she smiles nervously and quickly fishes up Chloe's phone from her back pocket and pulls back, just as she can feel Chloe's breath on her neck, it almost felt like lips were on it. She clears her throat and holds up the phone between them, surprised it doesn't explode from the mass of energy confined to such a small space.
Chloe has the quickest look of disappointment in her eyes but she blinks it away and brings her hand up to the phone. Instead of just taking the phone off Beca she decides to let Beca hold it and she holds Becas hand instead. Her other hand is still holding Becas other hand and Beca just realised she's got no idea how long Chloe has been stroking her hand with her thumb, she also realised she has no objections thus far in terms of all this physical contact. She swipes the screen, punches in the code and goes into Phone, bringing up the Keypad. She then turns her face to Beca who no longer remembers how to breathe correctly, let alone her phone number, and raises her eyebrows expectantly, a smile curving her lips.

"Uhh… Umm….." She knows it starts with 0, the same number as her current brain capacity.
Chloe's smile grows wider, she's got the same smile as when they finished singing in the shower and now Becas cheeks are really burning hot, she quickly wonders how visible that is in this light, no really she hasn't got a clue what her number could possibly be.
"That's okay, I got your information before, remember?" Beca has a vague memory of signing her name, number, house name and dorm on a form for the Bellas, pretending she was entering a lottery where the prize was an evening with Beale.
"Right… Cool." She's nodding again.
"You do that a lot, hey?" the ginger smiles softly.
"What?"
Chloe nods in response and the lightbulb suddenly goes off, making Beca snort and shake her head. "Wait no, I mean…" she nods and then they nod together again, Beca feeling dumb but happy and Chloe looking like a puppy that's just found out how much it likes belly-rubs.
"Okay well, I think I'm gonna nod off" Beca says with a nod back to her house, starting to pull away from Chloe. How have they not kissed like 7 times over already? She wants to stay and find out but she'd rather do that when there's been no alcohol involved.

The belly-rubs stopped and Beca regrets it already, how can one person look so much like a puppy and yet obviously not.
Chloe pulls away too and gently takes her phone from Becas grasp, she looks at Beca and gives her one sharp nod.
"Okay. Do you want me to talk, I mean walk, do you want me to take you home?"
The brunettes brain suddenly kickstarts into roaring action and she can think of so many answers to that, time to go. Time to go home. Alone.
"I'm alright, I can probably walk straighter than you, not that I'm much for straight but um right no yeah thanks Beale but I'm good." she quickly leans forward and kisses Chloe on the cheek before the redhead has a chance to process what she just said and oh fuck this was really a dumb idea Mitchell, put the ginger beer down, put it down!

She pulls back even quicker now and untangles her other hand from Chloe's, much to the hands disappointment who now suddenly feels cold and alone, Chloe's eyes are half-closed and she's biting her lip again.
Beca can't help but to bring her hand up to Chloe's cheek, softly stroking her fingers over the spot she just kissed. Chloe leans in to her touch and Beca feels, well actually she doesn't know, she feels far too much, far too much already, she's only been at Barden two weeks.
"Hey Beale, I'm gonna leave now but I'm hoping for a text soon, 'kay?" She pulls her hand back and Chloe stirs, she won't meet the brunettes gaze for a few seconds but then she takes a deep breath and a nervous smile forms on her lips. She looks Beca directly in the eyes and then she nods.

"'Kay, la petite sauterelle."
"La petite what now?" Beca's had too much ginger beer.
Chloe did not just French her. Talk French to her. Agh, they're both terribly wonderful but at least one didn't happen.
"It's your new nickname."
"What does it mean?"
"Do you drink coffee?" she's smirking now, her eyes are glowing with mischief.
"Seriously? I thought coffee was like café in French."
She giggles at this and lightly punches Beca on the shoulder.
"No silly, I'm asking you if you drink coffee."
"Are you kidding, it's basically all I'm eating since I came to Barden. Why?" she eyes the redhead suspiciously.
"I will tell you over a coffee, and perhaps some food because you can't eat coffee Becs."
Becs. She's never really had a nickname before. She minds less than she thought she would. She actually really wants Chloe to say it again.
"Bonne nuit, ma petite sauterelle" she says instead, softly taking one of Becas hands and placing a light kiss on the top of it, okay she is flirting, this has got to be flirting, oh god what happens now, stop it with that smile I can't handle anymore.
"I'm gonna… nod off, I'll see you soon Mitchell" she nods back down to the crowd and then she winks, turns like a ballerina on the spot and then she walks off, just like that, and Beca is left with a head screaming full of thoughts, funny, it matches her heart which is still on highest volume.
She stands there for a second and then she lifts her hands to her cheek and, looking down to make sure the redhead isn't looking her way, she presses her hand gently against her cheek, a trembling smile going through her. She looks out at the crowd again and realises she may have to rethink her opinions about this whole a cappella thing. Beca then turns around and slowly starts walking home, her legs doesn't seem to remember their purpose anymore.
But that's okay. Everything's quite okay. A cappella is quite okay.