A/N: PREPARE YOUR FEELS. this chapter was really painful for me to write, and it's going to get really cray from here. hope you guys like it. I love you!

Chloe had never been happier for it to be a Saturday. She woke up at noon, and turned over in her bed. Apparently she had turned too quickly, because she quickly found a sharp pain running through her head and she groaned in pain, curving her body into a small form, pulling the covers over her face. After a few minutes, she uncovered herself to look back to the nightstand again. She found a bottle of water and some medicine on the top of it and immediately grabbed for it. A few moments later, Aubrey appeared in the doorframe.

"I thought I heard the sounds of a hung-over ginger." The blonde giggled. "You were pretty messed up last night. I didn't expect you to be getting up bright and early." Chloe groaned again and fell back in to her bed.

"Thanks."

"So how did your… 'Thing' go with Tom last night?"

"I honestly have no idea…" The redhead said, rubbing her temples. "Obviously, nothing happened though. So, I suppose that says something." Aubrey just stood looking at her for a moment, quirking her eyebrow. She didn't want to say anything to upset her.

"Alright, well I'm going to the gym, and then I have to go out to lunch with my parents. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Don't get too crazy." The blonde said with a smile as she headed towards the door.

Chloe lied in bed for another good ten minutes before finally dragging herself out of bed. Realizing she was still in the same clothes she wore last night, she changed in to a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. She didn't bother to do anything with her hair, and she made her way to the kitchen, figuring that food would make her feel better. Just as she got herself a glass of water, there was a knock on the door. She rolled her eyes, wondering who exactly could be at her door on a Saturday at noon. She hoped it would be Aubrey forgetting her keys, but instead she was met with Beca standing in her doorway.

"Hey." The brunette said with a smile. Chloe stepped aside from the door, allowing her to walk inside. "Looks like you had a real fun time last night."

"Yeah. I went out with Tom." Beca was thankful that she stood facing away from the older girl so that she could not see her face falling. She decided not to question why she had chosen to go out with the guy that she had stopped talking to a long time ago, for reasons that Beca was unsure of. She didn't want to talk about it.

"So, what are you up to today?" she turned around to see Chloe stretching her arms out, trying to get herself awake.

"Um, not much I guess, I'm hungry though. Do you want some midday-breakfast?" Beca smiled at the redhead.

"Of course. Also, could I use your charger? My phone died last night, and for some reason my charger just stopped working, and it was the middle of the night so I just went all night without using it." Chloe nodded her head.

"Yeah, you can bring it in here if you want. I'll go make us some food." Beca walked back to Chloe's room and grabbed the charger that was plugged in to the wall next to the bed. She took it back in to the living room and plugged it in next to the couch before settling in to it and turning on the TV.

In the kitchen, Chloe went to the fridge to see what she and Aubrey had stored that was suitable for breakfast. She began having small reclamations of the previous night's events, remembering being at the bar with Tom, and trying her best not to talk about Beca. Everything after that was still pretty fuzzy to her. She walked back in to the living room and leaned against the doorframe to see Beca sitting cross-legged on the couch.

"Pancakes sound good?" Beca turned her head to look back up at the older girl and smiled brightly.

"Chocolate chip!" Chloe rolled her eyes and giggled lightly at her before walking back in to the kitchen. All of the sudden, the redhead felt a sharp pain in her head, recalling more events from the night. She remembered talking about something and almost falling over and then the next thing she remembers if being half-carried to the car. She put her hands on her head and tried to shudder the pain away.

After the food was ready, Chloe set up two plates and two glasses of milk and carried them in to the living room again for Beca and herself. They sat and ate their food as they watched TV, and Chloe just felt happy to be hanging out with Beca, despite how bad she was feeling from the night before.

When they were done eating, Chloe took the plates that they were using and went in to the kitchen to clean up. Beca picked up her phone again to see that it had charged a decent enough amount and looked strangely at the screen when she noticed that Chloe had tried to call her late the night before. She hollered in to the next room:

"Hey Chloe, did you try to call me last night?" Chloe's eyes widened. She remembered talking about Beca, but never talking to her.

"Um… I don't… Think so." She called back, leaning against the sink, trying to hold herself up. She forced her brain to remember what she did out of her drunken daze.

"Oh hey, you left me a voicemail!" Chloe placed her fists to her temples and shut her eyes shut. Finally, it all came back to her. She remembers being in a car and grabbing for her phone to tell Beca that she was over her.

"Shit."

Before she could realize what she was doing, she ran in to the living room again.

"Beca, NO! Beca hang up the phone." Chloe found herself stretching out over the arm of the couch, trying to take the phone away from the brunette, only failing and her head falling down in to her lap. "Don't listen to it. Just give me a minute to explain. Beca…" By that time it was too late. Beca was sitting there with the phone up to her ear, her smile turned in to an unreadable expression and Chloe crawled over the younger girl's lap to the other side of the couch, burying her face in to the cushion. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."

Beca stared blankly down at her phone for a moment. "You're… Over me?" She choked slightly on her words, trying to form her thoughts together. "I don't understand... You're happy for me and you're over me?"

"Beca, okay, let me just explain." Chloe took a deep breath. She stood up from the couch and tried to think of how she was going to 'explain' this to Beca. "Okay… Okay, I can't lie to you anymore, obviously. There's no hiding it at this point, so I'm just going to tell you. I had feelings … Have feelings for you, and I tried to get over it but I just couldn't."

"How-how long?" Beca's expression was still vacant, and Chloe began to panic.

"I guess just ever since I met you…" The redhead responded quietly, almost mumbling.

"Okay… Okay…" Beca stood up and put her hands on her hips, trying to make sense of what was happening. "And now… Now y-you're over me?"

Chloe wanted to look anywhere but at Beca's eyes, but she couldn't break away the contact. She continued to look at her, realizing that this was it. This was the moment where everything finally came out and she would admit all of her feelings.

"No." She said. "I thought that maybe if I went out last night, I could convince myself to just move on, and apparently all of the alcohol in my body made me believe it and I called you to tell you that, but I woke up this morning feeling the same way I always had" She paused to take in a breath, realizing that she had been talking very fast. "And I know that you are with Jesse and…"

"Oh, God, Jesse…" Beca said, interrupting whatever Chloe was about to say. She looked at the redhead who was biting her lip and running both hands through her hair.

"I'm sorry Beca I didn't mean for all of this to happen like this…" They sat in silence for a moment, and then Beca's phone rang.

Oh, God, Jesse." She repeated. Chloe found the irony in the situation, as if he knew that he was being talked about. She watched as the brunette talked to him on the phone.

"Okay. Um, alright. Okay. Okay, I'll see you then. Bye." She hung up the phone and put it back in her pocket. "Okay. That was Jesse. He wants to have dinner with me later. So, I have to go." Beca muttered quickly as she looked around and grabbed her phone and began pacing around the coffee table. Chloe stood in shock for a moment. She didn't quite understand what was going on.

"So, that's it, you're just going to leave after I told you all of that?" Neither of them moved. They just stood, face to face, both trying to make sense of what just happened between them. Both of their brains were working at a million miles per hour.

"Well, well I have to. He's my… boyfriend." It almost sounded like a question and Beca looked absolutely stunned. "Boyfriend. Right. I have to… I'm sorry. I have to go." Beca left without either of them saying another word. Chloe didn't try to stop her. The feeling of numbness returned to her body again, and all that she could do was sit down on the couch again, which turned in to her laying down, which turned in to her curling in to a ball and sobbing once again. And that is exactly how Aubrey found her an hour and a half later. When she tried to talk to her, Chloe only cried harder and eventually she got up from the couch and ran out of the door.

Two hours later, there was a rapid knocking at the door that completely caught Aubrey off guard and made her jump from her seat. She stood up and walked towards the door, growing increasingly annoyed at how the knocking was not stopping. She hoped to God that it was Chloe, but opened the door to Beca who was out of breath and sweating as if she had just ran for miles. Her eyes widened at the sight of Aubrey and she groaned in disappointment.

"Where is she?" She asked between breaths. "Where is Chloe?"