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They contemplated stopping for the night and racing to Tampa the next morning, and by "they" it was a lot more Beca pleading and Chloe refusing her than any kind of mutual consideration. Chloe won in the end though. They fought on until three, when finally Chloe's street sign was lit up by the headlights of the car.

"Will your parents even be up?" Beca whispered groggily, having been fighting off sleep for the past hour (she felt bad making Chloe drive without company).

"Probably not," Chloe replied absently, turning the car carefully into her driveway. "I text mom at twelve though and told her to leave a key under the mat."

"You're not just a pretty face then." Beca didn't even realize what she'd said until the words had been left hanging in the car for a minute.

"I do try." Just this once Chloe figured she'd let the compliment slip, not only confident it'd be the first of many this week, but also sensing the way Beca's weary body had stiffened when her mind had finally caught up with her words.

"Okay, curb your ego and get me to a bed." Beca rolled her eyes at the playful grin on Chloe's lips, happy that the red head had apparently failed to pick up on her inadvertent compliment. "And before you say anything; not one with you in it," she added as she got out of the car along with Chloe (apparently the more sleep deprived she became the more euphemisms her mind conjured).

"Yea… about that." Chloe cringed and hesitated, already foreseeing Beca's anger.

"Oh my god." Yup, Beca was mad (already). "What now." Her anger instantly dissipated to exasperation, as she was apparently unable to fight Chloe any more when it came to this trip.

"Um…" Chloe took her time taking the cases out of the boot and back seat, all the while avoiding eye contact as if her life depended on it (then again, with the bomb she was about to drop, it could just be a life or death issue).

"Chloe…" Beca put a hand on her case and pulled it towards her, ultimately stopping Chloe from fiddling aimlessly with it.

"My mother's a pretty uh… forward thinking." (That's right Chloe, break it to her as gently as possible). "And well you see… she doesn't see what's so wrong with us sleeping…" She swallowed hard. "Sleeping in the one bed."

There was a static kind of silence. Beca's mouth opened and closed a few times as words lined up on the tip of her tongue but failed to launch as she each time thought better of what she had to say. If it wasn't for the tension created by this Chloe may even find it funny.

"Oh…" Her eventual answer was more of a sound than actual words.

"Is that…"

"No, no that's not it," Beca cut Chloe off quickly, making eye contact for the first time since she'd been told of sleeping arrangements. "I… is there no way…" She could feel her throat begin to close up.

"I tried arguing it with her," Chloe began. "But I didn't want to make things too obvious either. I mean if you actually were my girlfriend then it'd be weird if I didn't want to sleep with you."

"Fair point." Beca couldn't help but see the logic.

"I mean… you can't be that put off by it, can you? I'm not that repulsive." Chloe was only half joking, having been surprised when she'd realized just how much Beca's seeming unease with the situation had hurt her.

"I'm not," Beca agreed eventually, seeming to come back to her senses. "It's just…" She stopped herself, not wanting to admit that the only issue was in fact that she'd never actually slept in the same bed as someone before, never mind someone as attractive as Chloe. "I'm not," she finally concluded clumsily.

"Good." Chloe smiled to hide her sigh of relief. "Now come on, I suppose I should lead the way."

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The journey from the car into Chloe's house was silent, and remained that way as the assented the stairs. It wasn't necessarily an awkward one although the conversation they'd just had at the car could have easily lead it to be.

Instead it was a lot more comfortable. Each woman was merely lost in mutual thoughts about how they were going to manage sharing a bed.

Chloe saw no real issue of course. If you were able to walk into someone's shower completely naked (twice) then sharing a bed really was no big deal.

Beca on the other hand was a little more apprehensive. Chloe was attractive, and not that Beca was attracted to her (well she was. Or was she? Maybe she only thought she was? Her eyes were pretty though. Yea, but that doesn't mean she loves her or anything. Wow! Love? Where the hell did that word come from? Let's just stick with maybe finding her mildly good looking for now. Not to mention charming, and funny, and smart and… this really wasn't helping) she just didn't know how well she'd manage in such close proximity to anyone really.

These thoughts and worries became obsolete however the seconds she set foot in what she could only presume to be Chloe's childhood room.

"Fuck." Was the only word in her vocabulary she felt truly expressed her feelings towards this bubble gum pink nightmare.

"I told mom to get dad to paint it," Chloe winced turning at Beca's words to face the brunette who looked to be suffering a seizure.

"I can't even." The pink was causing Beca's brain to malfunction. "Is this even real?"

"I assure you it's just as real as my 'I love everything bright' phase was in middle school," Chloe smiled apologetically.

"This may just be the longest five days of my life," Beca groaned, sitting her case up in the corner and taking a proper look at the room round her, adorned top to bottom in colours so bright she was sure she was going to take an epileptic seizure at any time.

"You just wait, by the end of it I'll have you dressing in pinks and yellows and braiding your hair," Chloe teased, giggling at the aghast expression on Beca's face at the mere notion. "You' swear I'd just threatened your life."

"You may as well have."

"Whatever loser… just go get changed, bathroom's through there." She nodded in the direction of the door across from her bed.

"En suite… aren't we fancy," Beca smirked, unzipping her case and pulling pyjama bottoms and an old t-shirt off the top.

"College was such a culture shock," Chloe contrived an alarmed tone.

"I bet," Beca laughed as she made her way to the bathroom door. "I can't imagine Aubrey would have been too keen to have a neon dorm room either."

"I actually wanted our dorm to be the same colour as the bathroom…" Chloe informed her, merely smiling when Beca returned the comment with a look somewhere between confused and scared, opening the door as if there were a bomb on the other side.

The bathroom was blue and pink. Not quite neon shades, but near enough. Near enough for Beca to keep her eyes firmly shut the entire time she changed into her nightwear (which was probably a record best).

"Jesus Christ Chloe." Beca had uttered the comment with intention of referring solely to the bathroom, however when she'd stepped out of the room however, she'd realized the meaning could in fact be seen as two fold.

Chloe had evidently changed while Beca had been getting her eyes burned from her head, and was apparently expecting it to be a warm night. The bottoms she'd changed into left Beca genuinely curious as to whether they would class as underwear or shorts. The top (thankfully) was an old band t-shirt, thus making it at least two sizes too big, though it still failed to take away from Chloe's legs, which seemed to go on for weeks.

"What?" Apparently Beca's leering hadn't been so subtle.

"No… nothing." Beca's words were raspy as she realized how dry her throat had become. "I uh… I just didn't know we were expecting a heat wave."

"You don't approve then?" Chloe smirked, crossing her arms over her chest to challenge the younger woman.

"I…" Beca let out a weak sigh. "I suppose I should have expected it." With the day she'd had already she should probably be more shocked there was anything left to surprise her.

Beca busied herself after that, doing anything and everything she could to avoid looking at the red head, who seemed far too comfortable strutting around in them underwear (Beca had finally concluded that any garment that caused her mind to fall so spectacularly into the gutter could only be classed as underwear).

Eventually she even managed to make it a whole five minutes without thinking anything dirty. Of course just as she reached this milestone Chloe said something that made her choke on her toothpaste (she'd unfortunately concluded that oral hygiene and escaping Chloe's legs was more important than evading the colour explosion in the bathroom).

"So are you a top or a bottom?" Beca could sense the teasing in Chloe's tone, though it failed to stop her brain from malfunctioning as her imagination spiralled out of control.

"I uh…" Toothpaste ran from her mouth, which now hung open, leaving white stains on her chin. "I…" Why was no witty retort coming to mind?

"Beca…" Chloe appeared in the bathroom door. "It was a joke."

"I know," Beca choked out, spluttering as yet more toothpaste dropped into the sink and onto her t-shirt (why the hell was this stuff so frothy?!).

"So sexy," Chloe quipped, watching with a bemused expression as Beca tried desperately to spit into the sink what remained of her Colgate.

"Shut it." (it sounded more like "fuf-fif").

"With an attitude like that I'll not let you choose the positions at all," Chloe baited with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Oh my god… you're blushing!" Chloe's wicked cackle upon noticing this caused Beca to turn a shade darker again.

"I will go home right now," warned the brunette, pointing her toothbrush menacingly in Chloe's direction.

"You wouldn't dare," Chloe smirked. "I know for a fact you're having far too much fun." With that the red head skipped away from the bathroom door, leaving Beca to roll her eyes to no one.

"I'm so screwed," the brunette muttered, wiping the remaining toothpaste off her chin before stepping back out into Chloe's room and sliding awkwardly into the bed next to the red head.

Beca accidentally brushed Chloe's arm with her own when she'd slid in, and the rush of heat that had resulted had caused her to mask a sharp intake of breath with a drawn out cough (unfortunately the rush of heat hadn't been to her face this time).

As a result she now lay as far away from the other woman as possible. Like really, you could drive an artic lorry through the gap in the (small) double bed. She didn't know why she was suddenly acting so silly around the woman she'd gotten used to being around for a minimum of two hours a day, but what she did know was that it took her the best part of five minutes to calm her breathing again, so she was taking no chances.

She was just about to fall asleep when Chloe spoke again.

"I'm cold," she whispered, just loud enough for Beca to make out the sigh of her voice.

"Imagine that…" the brunette snorted. "Still cold even with all the layers?"

"You weren't complaining when you were staring at my legs earlier," Chloe was quick with her retort.

"I… what?" Beca's delicate cheeks couldn't take blushing this often.

"You heard me," Chloe replied confidently, never turning to face Beca when she spoke.

"I've no idea what you're on about." (When in doubt deny, deny, deny.)

"Whatever, liar." This time Chloe rolled away from Beca, now facing the wall. "Can I ask you a favour though?" She added, a lot more sincere this time.

"Uh yea… yea, sure you can," Beca cleared her throat awkwardly, a little off put by the genuine request.

"Um… do you mind if like… if we spoon?" Chloe's voice was so soft Beca had to strain to hear. "I just… I really am cold," she explained quickly.

"I uh… what?" Beca was pretty sure she was suffering cardiac arrest.

"If not that's okay… like it's totally fine, I get it, we're just fake girlfriends and I'm not expecting anything of you," Chloe added instantly.

"No it's… it's…" Beca swallowed hard, slowly tilting her body towards the red head and extending an arm, letting it hover over the other woman for a moment before dropping it slowly over Chloe's waist, as if it were a bomb liable to go off at any time.

"Beca…" Chloe whispered just as the brunettes arm came to a rest. "You know I was fucking with you, right?"

"Yes." Beca's arm shot away so fast she was almost certain she' dislocated it.

"Uh huh…" Chloe giggled. "Night Beca…"

"Night…"

It was going to be a long five days.