A/N: I kind of struggled with what exactly should happen in this chapter. I have a clear vision for where this story is going in later chapters, but I'm still working out how to get there. I do hope you will like what I've decided on. As always I love getting feedback from you love readers. Reviews, comments and messages on Tumblr (shesamarshmallow) are always more than welcome. Enjoy.

Beca stared up at the ceiling in her apartment. She reached an arm over to her bedside table, feeling around for her phone. It had been a few days since the reunion and Beca wanted nothing more than to call Chloe, to talk to her again, to see her again, to do anything but sit around and think about her. It wasn't like she had spent the last ten years pining after her or anything, in fact she hadn't even thought a lot about her until last night. It's just that seeing her again had brought back a lot of memories for Beca, seeing Chloe again had reminded Beca of how much she liked seeing Chloe.

"Hey Becs, what was so important that I just had to run over here, or did you just want to see me?"

Beca looked at the other woman sheepishly; she had sent her a text asking her to come over as soon as possible. They didn't have Bellas practice that evening, and they weren't taking any of the same classes this term so if Chloe didn't come over, Beca wouldn't see her that night. She liked seeing Chloe, hanging out with her, anything with her. Chloe was the best friend Beca had ever had, and not seeing her for even one day made Beca's smile a lot less bright. Chloe was the light in Beca's life.

"I guess I just wanted to see you," she admitted, watching as Chloe sat down beside her on the bed.

"That's fine; I'm always up for seeing my favourite brunette, freshman Bella less than 5 feet tall."

Beca feigned offence at the comment, "that's oddly specific isn't it? I'm not just your favourite person."

"You'd never see me again if Aubrey heard that I said you were my favourite person Beca Mitchell."

"Fair enough; want to watch a movie?"

Chloe just nodded as she made herself comfortable on the brunette's tiny single bed. Chloe knew that Beca offering up a movie meant she really did want to spend time with her, everyone knew that she hated movies. Chloe loved them but she would never force Beca to watch one if she didn't want to; if Beca offered though, Chloe was always keen to agree. The red head slipped an arm around Beca and stared as she actually watched the movie for once. It wasn't long though before Chloe could feel Beca's eyes on her, suddenly having lost all interest in the movie she was previously watching intensely. Chloe didn't make a move, and didn't try and look at her, not wanting to scare her away. She liked when Beca watched her, just as she liked watching Beca. It was after midnight when their second movie of the night finally finished, and Chloe sat up as gently as possible, not wanting to disturb the head that now lay on her shoulder. Neither of them was sure what they were doing, but as confusing as it was, it was also kind of great.

"Beca I have to go," Chloe whispered as she moved the brunette's body so she was lying down in her bed, head on her pillow instead of Chloe's shoulder.

"Oh, is the movie over?"

"Yeah Becs, it ended a few minutes ago. I have to get back to my apartment, but I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay. Goodnight Chloe."

"Goodnight Beca."

Truth was Chloe needed to get back to Tom. She had told him she was just going to hang out with Beca for a bit and then she would come back and watch the game with him. His game would long since be over, but Tom would understand. He'd be okay as long as Chloe came back to cuddle with him as he fell asleep. It made her smile when she thought about the fact that she somehow had managed to hook up with the only guy she knew who actually enjoyed cuddling. He had confessed to her one night that he slept better when he could feel that she was there with him, lying in his arms. It was perfect really, Chloe loved cuddling and she really needed someone who appreciated the simple act as much as she did. Sure enough when she got back to her apartment that night Tom was still up, waiting for her to go to bed. He smiled as she walked through the door, asked about her night, and took her hand in his as they both made their way to the bedroom.

She stared, considering the numbers momentarily, her fingers seemingly unwilling to dial. She couldn't call Chloe, what would she say, that she wanted to hang out. The idea sounded silly to Beca, they were in their thirties, and really she didn't want to hang out. If she really thought about it she'd like to take Chloe on a date or something. That she couldn't do though, and even hanging out with her seemed like it might be less than appropriate. Chloe was married, happily married if the way she talked about her family meant anything. The last thing Beca intended to do was to get in the middle of the red head's relationship, that wasn't her style. Still though, all she could think about as she stared up at the ceiling was Chloe.

Beca took a deep breath and tapped her name finally. Chloe put her number in there right; she would be disappointed if she didn't actually use it, that was Beca's justification anyway. She waited as the phone rang and rang. She's probably busy Beca thought to herself, she has kids after all. That's what she consoled herself with when she got Chloe's voice mail message on the line. She wasn't going to leave a message, she hated leaving messages; she would just try again later…or not at all. Beca turned to get out of bed finally, she would just go about her Saturday as she usually did, before a certain red head suddenly re-entered the picture. Just as she was slipping on her jeans though, Beca's ringtone blared through the tiny speakers on her phone.

"Hello," Beca said, not having checked the caller ID before she scrambled to answer.

"Hey Beca, you called me. Sorry, I was putting Aly down for a nap and I just missed you. What's up?"

"Oh yeah, it's no problem, you know I was just calling to say hi."

"Well, hi," Chloe laughed into the receiver.

"Umm, do you think maybe you'd like to meet up and grab a coffee or something?" Beca asked hopefully.

"Yeah, that would be great. Tom is actually just at the hardware store but I can meet you somewhere when he gets back if that's cool."

"That works, I mean as long as you're not too busy. I don't want to tear you away from your family or anything."

Chloe laughed again, "Beca it's fine, I spend plenty of time with them. Tom likes having quality time with them too, so he'll probably be happy to hear about it."

"Good," Beca smiled; even though she knew the other woman couldn't see her. "See you at Café Green in about an hour?"

"Sure, see you then."

Beca sat in the café waiting for Chloe. She had gotten ready and made her way over almost as soon as she got off the phone even knowing Chloe may not be there for over an hour still. She realized as she stared out the window that she actually didn't even know what Chloe drove. It was unlikely she still drove that same beat up Honda she had when they were at Barden.

"This is your car," Beca couldn't help but snort as she walked around to the passenger side of a blue hunk of scrap metal.

"Do not laugh at Minnie," Chloe chided.

"Minnie?" Beca raised an eyebrow and let out an even bigger snort than before. "Of course you named your car."

"Yes I did and she's very reliable, she may not look pretty on the outside but she's beautiful on the inside. Don't judge a book by its cover missy."

"Fine, fine; I just want to actually get there in one piece and on time is all. This, err Honda doesn't look up to the challenge."

"Well I assure you she is, shall we go?"

Beca climbed in without another word. Aubrey had planned a Bellas bonding retreat at some cabin a few hours away and Beca had been the lucky one to draw Chloe's name out of the hat when they were deciding who would ride with whom. They had also been the lucky pair to get to ride there with just two in the car, and Beca could see why when she saw the condition of Chloe's back seat. Beca knew that Chloe was at least somewhat well off so the state of her car kind of baffled the brunette, but then she realized that this was Chloe. The woman probably had some sort of weird, sentimental attachment to old Minnie that kept her from replacing the damn thing with something in better condition, something with less duct tape holding it together. Anything would be better really, at least as far as Beca was concerned.

It was a black mini-van that Chloe eventually climbed out in front of the café. Beca should have known that the only car that Chloe would trade Minnie in for was a mini-van to hold all her kids.

Beca wasn't entirely sure what to do as Chloe approached the table; she sat at first but stood when she realized that Chloe intended to hug her. It was almost as if no time had passed, Chloe was hugging her like she used to when they saw each other every day. It made Beca wonder what had changed. Up until the reunion Beca hadn't heard from Chloe in all those years, and it had been Chloe who had severed all contact. It was like one day they were the best of friends, and the next Chloe had no time for her. Beca figured she got busy with life and would get back in touch when she had some time, but she never did. It hurt Beca that the red head apparently no longer saw her friendship as important, but Beca gave her the benefit of the doubt, assuming she had her reasons, although she was still curious as to what they were.

"Hey," Beca started, deciding to add a genuine, "how's the family?"

"The kids are good. They are helping Tom build a tree house right now, and by helping of course I mean they're totally hindering his ability to actually get any of it built."

Beca smiled, she loved the way Chloe's face lit up when she talked about her children.

"How is the…" Chloe stumbled a little bit over her words, realizing Beca hadn't actually told her much about her life now.

"I'm good," Beca offered, helping her out. "I work in public relations now; I guess I didn't really mention that. It keeps me busy."

"That's great Beca. I know you were trying to figure out what to do with your life, and now you have."

A decidedly tension filled silence lingered in the air. Beca had wanted to meet Chloe for coffee and talk but she didn't exactly know how to steer the conversation. She had a lot of questions, but she didn't think it was right to just dump them all on the other woman, not when they were just reconnecting.

"So, you and Tom?" Beca said, it was more a question than a statement, though she wasn't sure why she was asking it.

"Yeah, me and Tom," Chloe confirmed, she wasn't going to give Beca any more than she was willing to directly ask for. The brunette had done enough beating around the bush about her feelings back when they were in University together.

The awkward silence was back, Beca was keen to break it but she was deciding how best to go about it.

"You're not wearing a ring," the brunette pointed out finally.

Chloe looked down at her finger, as Beca had accurately pointed out she wasn't wearing a ring on it.

"It's actually on my necklace," the red head defended, pulling the chain out from under her sweater.

"Leave it to Chloe Beale…or whatever your new last name is to be non-traditional. Did you even change your last name?"

Chloe laughed, "yeah I did, it's Riley now. I should tell you the truth though. Tom and I are kind of in the middle of a divorce."

Beca tried her best to hide the excitement that was brewing inside of her at the red head's revelation.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's been a long time coming. Tom and I are, well we are kind of complicated."

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Tom said, readjusting his legs that lay across Chloe's lap.

"I'm sorry. You know I love you, I just…I can't keep living a lie."

"What made you finally decide to go through with it?"

"I was in the park with the kids and this old couple walked by. They were holding hands and the old lady stopped right there in the middle of the park to give him a big kiss. I looked at them and I wished so much that I felt the same way about you."

Tom was silent for a few minutes and Chloe knew that he was wishing that she did too.

"I love you, I do."

"but you're not in love with me, I know."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I know. Can we talk about this later? I think I'm just going to go lie down."

Tom got up and started to walk towards their bedroom. Chloe hated to see the heartbroken look on his face as he walked away. It broke her heart that she was causing him so much pain, but she had to do it. She couldn't keep lying to herself anymore about her relationship and pretending everything was okay. She didn't love Tom, and it wasn't right for her to stay with him anymore. She just wished doing the right thing didn't feel so incredibly awful.

"Tom please…wait."

"Later Chloe…I just can't look at you right now."

"Do you mind if I ask why?"

"Why we are getting a divorce?"

"Yeah, I mean you've been with him for like 15 years right?"

"Just about, I met him in my freshman year. There are a lot of reasons I guess, but the big one has always been that I just don't love him the way you're supposed to love your husband. I was just lying to myself and to everyone else for a long time and I can't do it anymore. I want a real relationship."

"Why marry him in the first place then? I mean, you didn't just realize after all this time that you don't feel that way about him."

"Truthfully Beca, he was there. He was there and he wanted me and I do love and care for him, so I married him anyway. It was easy; I could marry Tom, have a couple kids and have a good life. So I just did it, and my life has been good. I love our kids more than anything and we have had a lot of good years together."

"But not great."

"But not great."

"So you married a guy you didn't love, and I left one I didn't love at the altar. Real winners right here, no offence."

"None taken, I feel pretty awful about it to be honest. He's been so good about it too, which almost makes it worse. I wish he would yell and scream and tell me I've ruined his life or something. Instead he still holds me when I cry, and that kills me the most."

Beca didn't really know how to respond to that, she didn't know Tom and she certainly wasn't going to comment on their relationship.

"Want a lemon filled donut?" Beca broke the silence with this seemingly random question.

"What?"

"Lemon filled donuts; they're still your favourite right? I thought it might make you feel better."

"Yeah they are, I can't believe you remembered after all this time. I'd love one."

"Coming right up," Beca said, smiling wide at the red head.

"Don't forget to get yourself an apple strudel," Chloe winked.

Chloe remembered Beca's favourite too.

The conversation flowed more easily for the remainder of their time together. Beca felt more comfortable asking Chloe questions about her family now that she had shared such an intimate detail of her life. Chloe filled the silences by quizzing Beca about random details about her life and just generally helping the pair catch up. It made her strangely happy to know that Beca hadn't changed much in the ten years since they had last seen each other. She still liked a lot of the same music, she still dressed mostly the same, at least when she wasn't working and she still had the same sense of humour. It was like they could pick up where they left off, and this gave Chloe hope.

It was nearing 5:30 when Chloe finally looked down at her watch and realized they had been sitting in the café talking for over 3 hours. Chloe had meant to get back home after an hour or so but she had been so caught up in their conversation that she let time pass her by.

"Shit," Chloe said, tapping her watch furiously as if that would change the time.

"What?"

"I should really get home. I told Tom I wouldn't be that long. He probably has dinner almost ready."

Beca raised her eyebrow at the last statement, but chose not to say anything.

"I was enjoying our conversation," Beca said, genuinely disappointed.

"Well, we can continue it another time. Perhaps at a restaurant, around say 7 o'clock on Thursday night?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"If I am, will you say yes?"

"Yes."

"Then yes, I am asking you on a date."

"Well I'm saying yes, just text me the details."

"Will do," Chloe said, waving goodbye as she walked out the door.

She had decided at the very last minute that she wanted to ask Beca out. Well, she decided at the last minute that she was going to ask Beca out today; truthfully she had wanted to do it ten years ago. She didn't know what would happen, but she knew she wanted to find out. Chloe got in her car and pulled out of the café's lot; she felt her mind wandering to thoughts of her next meeting with Beca the whole way home. Thursday couldn't come soon enough; Chloe had been waiting over ten years for this Thursday.