I know this is out of order, these probably will follow ZERO order but I will tell you when they happen in this little section here. Basically I'm gonna write what ideas come to me about this universe. Sorry if it's a little confusing! Also sorry this took so long, I restarted it 3 times and ended up writing it while visiting my parents in Florida. Also, I will be using she and he for writing Beca, it should be clear why but it's mostly because I wrote this using they and some other neutral pronouns and it was incredibly awkward so I'll just be using she/Beca and he/Bec as they fit into the chapters. Thanks~

This takes place a month after they start dating.

It wasn't weird for Beca to wake up feeling like she was in the wrong body for her state of mind anymore. She never really cared for a label, not wanting to place anything other than lesbian lead singer on her forehead. It wasn't so much that she wanted to be a boy or that she wanted to be a girl, it was more that she didn't like either. She always felt like a mix of the two, leaning towards one or the other on occasional days. Over the years she found it easier to just tell her friends whether to call her Beca or Bec so that they knew what she wanted to feel more like. When she was feeling neutral, she preferred they but would go by she and then certain days she wanted definite he pronouns. To her it was simple but her old friends never caught on very well. Her family never caught on at all. So when she moved a little out of her home city after high school, she found it was a lot easier but she was nowhere near happy. After a year of mostly skipping class and bailing for road trips to work with a band she had fell into her senior year, her dad basically begged her to attend his university to get an actual education. Really, he just hated that she hated him and wanted back in her good graces. Free schooling, free apartment, and the possibility of him helping the band out a lot after graduating and Beca was enrolled in Barden University.

Really, it was perfect for her. She was in the same school as one of her band mates, the others having dropped out or going to the local school, and she didn't have to pay a thing. Any money she got from their gigs went to equipment and whatever the hell she wanted. It was a sweet deal, one she knew her dad was only giving her to try to work his way back into her life, and it only got sweeter when she met Chloe at one of her gigs. The redhead had her stumbling over her tongue and acting like a nervous teen boy ever since she first spoke to her. They met up for coffee the next day on what she called planned coincidence, her band mates having ratted her out to Chloe so she could meet her there. They spoke for hours, about music and school and everything they could really think of. Beca listened to everything Chloe said and Chloe understood everything Beca told her about herself. When they left the shop, Chloe had asked when the second date would be with a sly little wink and Beca knew she was a complete goner. It took a few days for the next date but it went even better than the unplanned first. Two weeks and four dates later and Beca asked Chloe to be her girlfriend, the response of finally and an armful of the redhead who was peppering her face with kisses, everything just seemed to be going her way.

Then that morning she woke up feeling that itch, her skin seemed like it wasn't her own and she rubbed her face with a slightly aggravated sigh. Chloe knew she was gender-queer or gender-fluid, knew that she had a system of pronouns, and that she sometimes had days where she really didn't feel like much of either or way to much of one. She had just never had a preferred day around her. So far, the past few weeks she'd been feeling fairly neutral and Chloe had accommodated her with using she pronouns but also sometimes just using her name or using they. It was sweet and comforting, knowing she understood, but this was a little different. This was one of her Bec days.

It was like shedding that false skin, looking into the mirror and seeing someone that fit. Going into the closet, he rummaged until he found his binder. It was one of the few accepting things his mother had given him. She was trying and it helped when she gave him things like this but unlike his father, she wanted to try at a distance, not ready to fully accept it all. Pulling the garment on and fitting it as comfortably as possible, he pulled on one of their band t-shirts and ripped jeans. Throwing his hair up into a pony tail, he pulled a batman snapback on over top of it as well. Mostly satisfied, Bec rubbed his hands nervously against his jeans. He was the same person, exact personality and the way he acted was the same, he just needed to be a boy that day. His skin didn't feel like it didn't fit any more and with a gulp, he texted Chloe that he'd meet her for lunch as usual.

Saturdays were their usual meet up day. They spent the week together as much as possible but the weekends were completely theirs. The past month they met up for lunch on Saturdays and spend the day relaxing together or going to one of the bands gigs while Sundays were spent studying. It was a routine they fell into easily and Bec absolutely loved it. Chloe liked all the time spent together as much as he did and she made sure he knew it, not liking that Bec sometimes worried he was overly clingy. Badass Bec to most but alone with Chloe, he was a bit of a mush. It was the same with the band, he acted more like himself around the band and was a lot more relaxed. In public, it just paid off for him to seem a little badass, it kept people from bullying him like they used to.

Since Bec tended to sleep in on the weekends, they met for lunch instead of any earlier, Chloe realized quickly that dragging him out of bed early never seemed to work. Grabbing his phone and his wallet, Bec ran out of the apartment to make sure he met Chloe on time. As nervous as he was, he didn't like being late when it came to Chloe. She never seemed to mind it much but he still felt bad when she had to wait on him. Getting to the little diner just off campus, he walked the last bit to catch his breath before slipping in the door. Chloe was sitting in their usual booth, back to the door as she flipped through her phone. Nervous smile firmly in place, he walked up behind her and slid his hands over her eyes.

"Now who could that be, hmm?" Chloe's voice rang clear even in the noise of the place and it made Bec's smile lose a little of it's nervous nature, instead turning into something a little softer. Her hands slid up to cover his, gently taking his fingers away and tilting her head back to look at him. "Well now, it appears to be my diner date." The playful grin that was sent his way made his heart do a funny little flip as he leaned down to give Chloe a kiss.

"I do appear to be the lucky date." Giving her another kiss, he moved to sit beside her in the booth, flushing with an even wider smile when Chloe immediately tucked into his side. They'd spent the better part of the last two days apart, it was nice to be so close together. "Though I'm going by a different name today." He swallowed a little hard, one hand nervously tapping his knee as Chloe took in his appearance for the day.

"So I finally get to see a day where you go by simply Bec, huh?" Truthfully, Chloe had been curious when Beca told her about the gender fluidity. Still, she'd only seen her neutral usual. Going by she but dressed fairly androgynous, this was the only time she'd seen him wearing the binder and going by Bec.

"Yep. Is that.. okay?" He tried to sound nonchalant, like it was no big deal, and failed miserably.

Chloe already knew this was something Bec was worried about and she could see the staff eyeing them, noticing how differently he was dressed that day. They were there a lot during the week for snack breaks and they showed up every Saturday for lunch. One of the waiters even glared at Chloe, as if he were accusing her of cheating on Beca when really he was sitting right next to her. "I want you to kiss me again."

The request took him a little by surprise but after just a moment of hesitation, he leaned in for another light kiss, one that was deepened when Chloe's hand reached up to pull him in by the back of the neck. Smiling against her lips, he took a second to just savor the moment when she pulled back.

"There's my Bec." Slightly confused, he looked up to catch her eyes. "It's still you, you're still mine. It doesn't matter if you go by my boyfriend or my girlfriend, Bec or Beca, you're still you. You're still mine."

It was one of those moments where bubbly Chloe was so calm and grounded that it blew Bec away, made him really appreciate each and every second he got with her. This moment he felt all the way to his bones, no one had ever acted like this. They usually treated him differently each time they saw him, even his friends treating him a little different when he went by Bec. There was a light tremble in his bottom lip, just the lightest movement and Chloe immediately was pulling him in for a little kiss. He pressed into her, feeling her arms wrap around him, warm and comforting. Tucking into her, he smiled when Chloe started humming in his ear. "Thank you."

"For what?" Once again, Chloe kept her voice soft, knowing this moment was important.

"For being you, for being amazing." Bec felt Chloe chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she pulled away enough to tilt his head up to look into her eyes.

"You deserve everything I can give and more, you know." Leaning in, she settled her forehead against his. "I'm happy whether you feel like Bec or Beca, as long as you're happy with who you are that day."

Nudging his nose against hers, Bec smiled and ran his hands through her hair. "I'm happy when I'm with you." Feeling the eyes around them centered on them, he squirmed a moment before pulling back, much to Chloe's amusement. "So.. Lunch?" The laughter that rang out of her at Bec's slight blush at the eyes around them made him forget his embarrassment for a moment, his attention completely locked on Chloe. Really, she was all that mattered there anyway.