Okay, so I've got a lot of exams coming up the next 3 weeks. I plan to still update this at least once a week, but if I don't manage it, this is just to let you know why. However I will try my best because you guys are super patient as it is and always leave the most amazing reviews.

Also:

DCG-Charlie: "O_O let me hug you."

*hugs back* thanks dude.

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"Chloe honey, you awake?" Beca's soft words washed over Chloe the next morning, the red head quirking her brow in confusion as she felt the younger woman's arms around her waist.

"Yea… are you?" It took all Chloe had not to laugh at how Beca was acting; convinced her friend was having some kind of weird dream.

"Course I am babe," Beca laughed breathily (what the fuck was going on here?) "Your mom woke me." (Oh…)

"Mom!" Chloe was suddenly alert, turning to face forward, being met with Beca leaning over her, a look of terror in the brunettes steely blue eyes. "You just came barging in?" Chloe could feel her throat dry up as she pushed Beca's face (gently) aside to be met with her mother's warm smile.

"I'm sorry honey I didn't mean to wake you." Dana smiled down at her daughter, an excited glint in her eyes. "I just wanted to make sure you both got in okay last night," she explained.

"She was leaning over me when I woke up…" Beca added; the shock still present in her eyes though she was trying to mask it now with a smile.

"Mom!" Chloe barked. "You can't just… you can't…" She trailed off, unsure of what exactly her mother couldn't do (there was so much to choose from at this point). "We could have been naked," the red head finally concluded, figuring it was the most expected thing to say.

Apparently Beca hadn't been anticipating in though. The second the words left Chloe's mouth the brunette was reduced to a coughing fit as her body went into shock.

"Well you weren't, now were you," Dana pointed out, ignoring her daughter's girlfriend choking to death next to them. "God forbid a mother would come and check on how her daughter was doing," she added, dramatizing a long sigh.

"Okay mom, okay." Chloe silenced the other woman, all the while rubbing calming circles in Beca's back to ease her choking. "I'm sorry, you're right, it was lovely of you to come check on us… creepy and all as it turned out to be," She added. "Just… just give us a while to freshen up and we'll be down for breakfast then."

"I'm making pancakes," Dana informed the pair, standing now that she was satisfied she'd aptly scared the two women. "Oh, and Chloe, your brother's home," she added, just as she reached for the door.

"Adam?" Chloe's face lit up in spite of the overall situation.

"Well unless I popped another child out that I don't remember then yes, Adam," her mother smiled wirily. "So hurry up now, he's staying in a hotel with Amanda and Grace so he'll be heading back there soon." With that she was gone.

"Fucking fuck," Beca wheezed, massaging her throat as her coughing died down.

"Come on, up, up, up!" Chloe giggled, already having jumped out of the bed.

"Wait, we're not going to talk about me waking up to find your apparently psychotic mother leering over me grinning like a maniac?" Beca spluttered, pointing wildly to where Dana had just stood in the doorway.

"You agreed to come here," Chloe reminded her, barely glancing in Beca's direction as she threw a pair of jeans and a t-shirt at the brunette. "Now come on, get dressed, I want you to meet Adam."

"Yea well, I presumed I'd be staying with the Robinsons, not the crazies," Beca huffed, staring bewildered at both garments now in her lap.

"You were obviously thinking about Aubrey's family then," Chloe snorted, looking up at the young DJ for the first time as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. "Oh my god, are you still not up? Would you hurry yourself!"

"My god okay, I didn't realize Adam was some kind of spectacle." Beca quirked her brow in Chloe's direction, though she averted her gaze quickly as the red head began to strip in front of her. "Oh!" Her strangled cry of shock went un-noticed.

"He's my big brother Beca, and he lives in New York, I hardly get to see him anymore," Chloe informed her, seemingly oblivious to the affect her near naked form was having on the brunette. "In fact this is the first time I've seen him properly in almost a year," she continued, bending over to reach for a shirt.

"Uh huh." (Don't look at her ass Beca, don't look at it. Okay maybe look a little, I mean it's a nice ass and you're only human and wow them red lace underwear do wonders for it. Okay stop now. Okay really stop she's standing up! Okay, now she's turning, really stop!) "So who's Grace and uh… Amanda?" (Good save.)

"Amanda's his wife. She's pretty quiet, which I find weird, but she seems nice," Chloe began to explain, stopping when she was interrupted by Beca's laugh.

"God imagine that, someone that doesn't talk all the time… I can see how you'd find that to be odd," Beca snorted.

"Oh shut up." Chloe threw a rolled up pair of socks in her friends direction. "I mean she's oddly quiet," she corrected. "And anyway, then Grace is their daughter. She's six, and the cutest little girl on the planet."

"You have to say that, you're her aunt," Beca pointed out.

"Not one for favouritism, are you." Chloe rolled her eyes as she pulled on a pair of jeans.

"Meh, we'll see. I mean I suppose I'm kind of her aunt in law for the next few days anyway," Beca shrugged, rolling out of bed with her clothes in hand.

"Oh Beca… is this your way of asking me to marry you." Chloe put her hands over her mouth, a wide eyed expression poking out from between her fingers.

"Yea, that's exactly what that was," Beca snorted as she walked towards the bathroom door, not even bothering to get embarrassed at this point. "I want us to get engaged and have a double wedding with your cousin Raquel," she sighed whimsically, stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

"It's fucking Rachel!" Chloe shouted after her, rolling her eyes when her words were met with laughter.

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"Okay, let's do this." Beca stood like a statue facing the closed door that led to Chloe's kitchen.

"You look like you're going to vomit," Chloe muttered, having glanced sideways at her "girlfriend" only to notice Beca was oddly grey.

"I'll let you know if that comes close to being a reality." (was it just Beca or was it getting really warm? Stupid Tampa humidity.)

"You've already met my mom, and I doubt my dad'll be there. It's literally just my brother that you need to acquaint yourself with," Chloe soothed, trying her best not to find the situation amusing.

"Yea I met your mom and look how that turned out," Beca shot back. "My heart almost fell out my ass I was so scared."

"Chicken shits," Chloe mocked, rolling her eyes at Beca's dramatization.

"What'd you just call me?" Beca snorted, trying to muffle the laugh so the occupants of the kitchen wouldn't hear her and come to investigate.

"Chicken shits…" Chloe repeated. "It's an insult."

"Never in my life have I heard that be used as an insult," Beca informed the red head, feeling a smile tug at her worried features.

"Okay, now you're insulting my insults, no more pity for you," Chloe informed her, pushing the door to the kitchen open before the other woman had a chance to protest.

"There you are!" Dana was on her feet instantly, striding across the kitchen in a fraction of a second to engulf both women in a hug, as if it were the first time she'd seen them both.

"Oh!" Beca's squeak of terror at the sudden contact was swallowed up as her face was pressed into Chloe's mother's shoulder (also, not that it was a big deal, but she'd probably also lost at least one of her front teeth when her mouth came into contact with Dana's shoulder bone).

"Mom…" Chloe's muffled voice seemed dangerously close to Beca's ear. "Mom… you're killing us." This time Chloe's breath tickled the inside of Beca's ear, though thankfully she was released from the death hug before she had time to let it affect her too much.

Beca was back to standing pokers straight the second she was released, brushing herself down awkwardly as she tried to avoid the grin Dana was directing at her (seriously, had Chloe been a nun before now or something?).

Instead Beca watched as Chloe ran across the room and threw herself against a man Beca could only presume to be her brother, with matching auburn hair and a smile far too big for his handsome features.

She felt like such an outsider as she watched the two embrace, but wasn't quite sure what else to do. If it were the other way around (and of course, if Beca had a sibling) Chloe would have probably thrown herself right into the hug with them. Beca imagined for a moment Chloe brassily striding across the room and wedging her way into the middle of her hug.

(Chloe's chest pressed firmly against Beca's back… wait what? No, how did she keep getting to this place? What was she supposed to be doing? Oh yea! Chloe was hugging her brother. No… she wasn't anymore, where was she?)

"Beca… Hello?" Chloe called, clicking her fingers until Beca was drawn to attention. "Beca this is my big brother Adam!" She was far too enthusiastic in her introduction, yet Beca couldn't help but be infected by her positivity and smile at her as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

"Beca I presume?" Adam laughed, his voice deep and warm as he extended a hand to grasp Beca's own limp, sweaty palm.

"The one and only." (Stellar attempt at being funny there Mitchell, top job.) "You must be Adam?"

"That's me. Chloe's big brother." He nodded, letting go of her hand when he realized he wasn't going to get much of a shake in return. "I suppose you've heard a lot about me?"

"Uh… yea…" Beca froze, unsure what she was actually supposed to have heard (goddammit, she knew she should have quizzed her "girlfriend" properly). "Chloe talks about you all the time."

"Even during sex?" His words caught Beca so of guard her jaw literally hung slack as a lump rose in her throat that she couldn't swallow (she was pretty sure it was her lungs or something because she didn't think she was breathing, but she was sure it'd be fine).

"Pardon?" Beca's voice was nothing more than a dry squeak as the sound grated against her throat.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Adam laughed, not even flinching when Chloe gave him a (hard) punch in the shoulder.

"Oh…" (that's right Beca, just swallow your lungs again, they'll probably slot right back into place). "Ha ha?" She probably looked like a deer in headlights, because Chloe saved the conversation a split second later.

"Okay, well I guess that's you two introduced." She ushered Beca to the table at the far end of the room, pulling her by both her hands and muttering "asshole" to Adam as she passed him. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" She chanted quietly, once she'd safely sat Beca down in one of the chairs.

"It's… it's fine," Beca finally concluded. "I should've probably been expecting a lot worse," she pointed out.

"You're a trooper," Chloe whispered, her lips right next to Beca's ear so only the brunette could hear. "I'm going to help mom sort breakfast now, you cool?" She added, standing up straight again, still gripping both Beca's hands in her own.

"I'm cool," Beca nodded, even managing to smile as she spoke this time.

Beca watched then as Chloe returned to her family (no need to call her out on it, she already knew she was watching Chloe a lot this morning thanks very much). The red head seemed at ease in a way Beca had never seen her before. The smile on her face wasn't the same smile she had when they hung out with the Bellas, or when they were half ways through a number and Chloe was just after finishing yet another amazing solo in spite of her nodes.

It was something softer. Something more genuine and innocent. A smile, Beca concluded, could only really be worn when you were in a place you could call home, with people you knew, loved, and depended on.

The smile actually made her feel oddly out of place as she sat and watched the family scene unfold. Apparently she wasn't the only one that felt she was out of place though.

At first she thought she was just crazy (and after spending so long with Chloe already she wouldn't be surprised), but eventually she realized that Adam actually was scowling at her. It wasn't a constant scowl or anything; just every now and then he'd throw a dirty look in her direction, seemingly not caring whether or not she noticed them.

It wasn't in a childish way either (though Beca was tempted to stick her tongue out on more than one occasion). It was more of an I'm watching you kind of look that left her feeling unsafe more than anything.

Still, once breakfast was laid out on the table and Chloe was back by her side chatting animatedly with Adam, Beca found it easy to write off as her mind playing tricks on her, especially when he even shared a story or two about Chloe as a child.

In fact, by the time Chloe's father wandered into the room and Chloe suddenly remembered she needed to go shopping for a last minute piece for her rehearsal dinner outfit, dragging Beca from the room with her; Beca had more or less convinced herself she was merely being paranoid.