The week leading up to the mixer gig was a long one, in Beca's opinion. She never had such a jam packed week before. From Bellas' rehearsals every day, for 2 hours, to the cardio for an hour every other day and then the hours worth of philosophy tutoring and the radio station, Beca was more tired than she had ever been before. The only thing that made it bearable was that half of the things she had to do involved a redhead who wouldn't stay out of her mind the rest of the time.

Chloe was a huge distraction, not a bad one, she was definitely a good one. But a distraction nonetheless. She was a good teacher. She always explained things and was extremely clear when Beca got stuck on certain things. It also helped that she rewarded in the best kind of way. The only way Beca had become accustomed to now with the redhead. She'd teach, or push with the cardio and afterwards there would be kissing. A lot of kissing. And Beca loved it, though she tried not to admit it to Chloe.

They were currently taking a break from the Philosophy study at that moment, lying side by side on Beca's single bed, kissing heavily. Beca's hands had found their way up underneath the redheads pink top, brushing her breasts through her bra while Chloe moaned softly into her mouth. This caused one of her legs hooking over Beca's, holding the smaller girl against her in a tight grip. Beca kissed her with ease, her tongue sliding over Chloe's lips and into her mouth, dancing with the redhead's tongue in an intricate, now well practised, dance. By now, they knew each other's moves and tangoed with ease.

Chloe wound her digits into Beca's chocolate brown hair, tugging softly and scraping her nails against the girl's scalp lightly, drawing a small noise of pleasure from Beca. The kiss grew more heated, Chloe rolling them till she lay atop Beca, her legs either side of the smaller girl's hips, her crotch grinding down onto Beca's. The smaller girl could feel the heat in her own groin, never mind Chloe's. There was a thin line of sweat across both of the girls skin, their breath was ragged with small noises and tiny groans coming from them both as they frantically kissed one another, their hands tugging at their clothing. It was becoming more and more intense. It was also becoming harder and harder not to strip down and do the dirty. It was Beca who broke the kiss, placing her hands firmly on Chloe's shoulders and pushing the redhead up slightly,

"Chlo...?" she made the girls name a question, biting her lower lip slightly. She could see the lust in Chloe's eyes grow as she did so and instantly stopped, frowning hard.

"What are we doing?"

"Making out, or is this not how you kiss where your from?" Chloe teased, leaning down to kiss her again.

"Woah, stop, stop. I'm serious, what are we doing? Are we a thing now? Or is this just us killing time between everything?" Beca pushed at the redhead till she was able to sit up without Chloe straddling her.

"Oh. You want to have the talk?" Chloe's eyes dropped down to her lap where her hands gathered together, her fingers twisting together.

"Yeah, yeah I guess so. I mean, I like doing this. I like the tutoring lessons. I kinda like the cardio, with you at least. You look great in those jogging pants, so, so great dude. And Bellas, well it's bearable, but this, when we're alone, it's all… Coupley… Are we going down that street?" Beca asked, her voice soft and careful just in case Chloe really didn't want a relationship at all. And somehow, deep down, that scared Beca, a lot.

She really liked Chloe, a lot more than she'd ever liked any other girl she'd fooled around with. Somehow, this redhead wonder had gotten under Beca's skin and was refusing to get out. Next to her, Chloe shifted around slightly, still staring at her hands in her lap.

"I dunno Beca. I wasn't really expecting this kind of talk right now. I just-" Chloe started and Beca cut her off, knowing exactly where the sentence was going.

"I get it. It's a fool around thing. Don't worry." Beca's heart sank into her gut, her whole body language changing in a matter of seconds. "I get it," she mumbled, drawing her knees up to her chest.

"I've got to go," Chloe muttered, checking the clock on her cellphone before gathering up the text and note books and stuffing them in a messy pile into her bag. She stood and headed for the door, hesitating as she reached it.

"Chloe…" Beca started, standing up in a fluid motion. The redhead turned and moved towards the smaller girl quickly, brushing her pink lips against Beca's before leaving just as fast as the kiss had happened.

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She felt awful, absolutely and utterly terrible. Why couldn't she just tell Beca that she was scared? That she did want a relationship? That she wanted to be with Beca? She was just scared because her heart wasn't fully healed yet, her emotions not completely right.

Shay had well and truly fucked her up. Chloe kicked her heels against the corridor floor as she headed away from Beca's dorm room. She felt awful for running out on the brunette, but she didn't know what else to do. She hoped that Beca knew the leaving kiss was a sign that she wanted more, but with the way she'd closed off so suddenly with her, Chloe wasn't sure the younger girl was going to come anywhere near her any time soon. Chloe shook her head, making her way to the Coffee Cup, intent on doing a shift there to take her mind off her stupid emotions. Chloe reached the Coffee Cup, the door chiming as she entered the establishment. She headed straight over to the counter and slipped behind it, dropping her bag in the cupboard and grabbing the green apron that was hers from the hook on the wall.

"Hey Chlo." Her back froze up as Violet's voice chimed up. The redhead turned to meet the gaze of the girl who resembled Beca far too much. Violet was one of those girls who hooked up but didn't want much more. Chloe had been a hook up briefly, but since her and Beca had started their thing, Chloe had not seen Violet or Tom on the side. It had just been Beca.

"Hi Vi," she replied.

"Haven't seen you around much lately."

"Oh you know, Bellas' practice and such have kept me busy…" Chloe trailed off, putting her focus into cleaning the milk steamer connected to the far to complicated coffee maker. Violet leant on the counter, watching the redhead as she worked. Chloe could feel her eyes on her as she worked, wishing the other girl would just leave her be, but that wasn't so.

"I hear that Sigma Beta Theta is having a mixer this Saturday, you gonna be there again?" Violet asked.

"Yeah, with the Bellas."

"I meant afterwards, for the party they always throw. You went last year, got pretty wasted if I remember correctly. Shay always talks fondly about that night." Chloe turned and met Violet's smirking face. She tried so hard to forget that drunken night that had resulted in something she really, really didn't want to remember. She'd been so drunk, on alcohol and Shay, that it didn't even cross her mind to say no when Violet go involved. It was a bad night for Chloe, a truly bad memory.

"I don't know. I don't even think I'm invited after last year." She'd also thrown up, a lot.

"Oh you'll be invited, don't worry."

Chloe felt horribly shaken after her little meeting with Violet. The memories of last year's mixer and the events that had happened after her own mass intake of beer, tequila and Jagermeister kept coming back. She'd almost forgotten about it all, but Violet, of course, had to remind her about the impromptu three-way she, Violet and Shay had been a part of.

She hightailed it out of the Coffee Cup as quickly as she could, using the back entrance to get away from Violet and any more of her LGBT cronies. She instantly felt bad that she was neglecting her own LGBT duties at the moment, but Aubrey was demanding a lot of time for the Bellas to try and become the old Bellas again, which didn't seem to be working. Chloe sighed and tugged her jacket tighter around herself, heading off campus. She had a doctor appointment and she was going to be late, she already knew that.

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After the fiasco that was the Bellas performing at the Sigma Beta Theta mixer, finding out she had vocal nodules, and then admitting it. Chloe hadn't felt like going to their usual huge party afterwards. That, and Violets reminder of what had happened the year before had drawn up memories of a certain tall raven haired woman once more. Chloe wanted nothing more than to rid herself of the memory of Shay, but it was proving difficult. She wished she hadn't been so devoted to the other girl, or even gone so far with Violet. Then she'd be with Beca, not scared and guilt ridden. But she wasn't with Beca, regardless of how much she was falling for the younger alternative girl.

So Chloe curled up on her bed, staring blankly at the film that played on her laptop. It was one of her favourites as well, an old 80's film called "Some kind Of Wonderful". It wasn't by John Hughes, her favourite 80's director, but it was the same style and it had just the right amount of pretty and alternative girls in it.

Man, I've got it bad, Chloe thought to herself, realising the Beca was slowly overtaking her thoughts. She wondered what the short brunette was up to. They hadn't really spoken since the other day in her room and even earlier at the mixer, when Beca had shown concern about her nodes, they hadn't spoken much afterwards. Chloe had hightailed it back to her room with Aubrey, who had been worrying over her solo a little too much. Aubrey had since headed over to the Sigma Beta Theta party with the intent to keep an eye on the other Bellas who'd gone and the Trebels who would, no doubt, be there. Chloe couldn't help but wonder if Beca had gone to the party.

It was then that her phone buzzed loudly next to her head. Chloe grabbed it from her desk and clicked open the text message.

[11.23] Bree - I think you should get down here.

Then another came through.

[11.24] Fat Amy - Come on Red, come party with the Bellas!

Another, and the most unexpected.

[11.25] Unknown Number - I'm surprised you're not here. You used to love the frat parties.

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The music was loud, bad.

The bodies were close, bad.

The alcohol was free, good.

Beca was drinking fast, heavily and she didn't care. She was happily surprised to find the party had an unlimited supply of good whiskey, her favourite.

The mixer gig earlier that day had gone terrible despite the amount of time and effort they'd put in practising, Chloe didn't want to be a relationship with her despite the time and closeness they'd began sharing, and several random girls had been telling Beca, in her drunken haze, what Chloe had been like the year before at this very party. As far as Beca could piece it together, in her drunken state, Chloe had been in a relationship with the tall girl with raven hair who was currently talking to the head of the fraternity. There had some sort of three way with another girl, the same girl who was telling Beca the story. The alt girl couldn't help but notice how this girl, Violet, looked a hell of a lot like herself, it was almost like looking in a mirror.

It was kind of unnerving, but the main issue Beca kept thinking was how Chloe had been this promiscuous girl the year before and now she'd run away at the mere hint of a relationship. What had happen with the raven haired girl? As Beca chugged back another whiskey shot from the red plastic cup, her mind swam, and the raven hair girl started to approach her. She was pretty, in a sort of dominant way. She had an air of I'm-better-than-you about her, dressed in leather pants and a leather jacket, she clearly didn't go to Barden any more. She looked too old, too self important. Then she stood in front of Beca.

"You must be Beca," she said, her voice had a Texan twang to it, her gaze was hard and sober. Beca nodded slightly, swaying to the music.

"I'm Shay. I hear you and Chloe are quite close."

"I guess."

"Chloe used to be my girl," the taller woman declared.

"Well she ain't my girl," Beca mumbled, taking another swig of her whiskey. "Not at the moment, anyway." The words slipped out without Beca's realisation.

"Oh is that right?" The taller girl questioned, grabbing Beca's hand and dragging her away from the party. She pulled her outside and into the cold air, giving Beca a slight shock to the system. They came to a halt and Shay spun to face the smaller girl. "Chloe's mine. No one else's, got that?"

"Heh dude, no. I don't get that. And you don't have anything to do with her anymore, far as I'm concerned," Beca scoffed, pushing away from Shay. She intended to head back into the party to find a bottle of Jagermeister or maybe some tequila, but Shay stopped her. The taller girl gripped the front of Beca's shirt and twisted it in her hand and pulling the smaller girl close getting their faces as close as possible.

"I don't like you and I don't like you messing with my things," Shay hissed into Beca's face.

"Wow, were you and Aubrey separated at birth?" Beca laughed drunkenly, her mind a haze as Shay dropped her and she went flying backwards, the forms of Fat Amy, Cynthia Rose and Jesse, surprisingly, pulling her away from Beca. She giggled and fell to her ass, hiccuping slightly. She was extremely drunk. Chloe running out on her had hit her pretty hard.

So, when the redheads face swam in front of Beca's eyes, she didn't believe it. "I really like you, like a lot and you ran away. It made me sad," the younger girl mumbled, reaching out to stroke Chloe's face.

"Oh, she's so drunk," Jesse mumbled somewhere in the background.

"Totally," Fat Amy chimed in.

"I'll take her back to my– her dorm room, get her sorted out," Chloe mumbled, trying to pull the smaller girl up. It took Chloe and Jesse a few minutes to get Beca onto her feet and even longer to get her back to her dorm room. Thankfully, her ever pleasant roommate, Kimmy Jin, wasn't about anywhere to bother them and make the most annoyed of noises.

"Thanks Jesse," Chloe said softly as he helped haul the drunken girl onto her bed and tug a blanket over her.

"No problem. She's a cool kid. Looks a little messed up, but she's a cool kid." Jesse nodded slightly and met Chloe's eyes. "She's got a thing for you," he said softly, his eyes sad. Chloe nodded softly and sat on the side of Beca's bed, smoothing the girl's hair away from her face.

"I know."