Beca was quite close to falling asleep as she ran through the choreography with the rest of the Bellas for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. The only thing she was really concentrating on was the form of Chloe's pert buttocks in her gyms shorts right infront of her. It was making her throat dry and her lowers clench. Around the brunette the other Bella's where singing while Chloe struggled to hit the high note, which made everyone physically wince in pain, besides Beca, Fat Amy was panting heavily,

"You stick bitches have it easy," the Tasmanian said through broken breaths. Beca shrugged and smiled awkwardly as Aubrey rounded on them all,

"Ladies, that was better but we have a long ways to go before Regionals. Chloe, you have to be able to hit that last note," her eyes focused on Chloe in a sharp glare. Chloe shifted from foot to foot, stealing a quick glance at Beca, for reassurance? Confidence? Beca wasn't sure but she gave a lopsided smile to the red head anyway,

"I can't. It's impossible. Because of my nodes," the red head said grimly, rubbing her throat,

"Well if you can't, then someone else needs to step up and solo," Aubrey practically spat the words, worrying her hands together,

"I think Beca should sing it," Lilly spoke in a whisper, Beca only managed to hear it due to the girl being stood right behind her,

"Me too," Chloe agreed and Beca blinked, Chloe had heard Lilly and she'd agreed either her, right infront of Aubrey.
"you too, what?" the blonde said sharply, looking between Chloe and Lilly,

"Beca should take my solo," the red head said with a firm nod. Somehow Beca found herself stood beside Chloe, trying to remaster the cocky confidence she usually managed to produce when around Aubrey.

"She'd never want to," the Bella captain decided, glaring at Beca. That was the tipping point she needed, someone else assuming what she wanted,

"Oh, I'll solo. On one condition. We pick a new song and I get to do the arrangement," she gave a challenging smirk, cocking one eyebrow. Behind her the Bella's all murmured and spoke in hushed voices as Aubrey's face scrunched up in anger,

"That's not how we do things here," she shot back,

"Aubrey, maybe Beca's right. Maybe we should try something new," Chloe spoke quietly with a slight shrug of her shoulders,

"Aca-what?" Aubrey turned to her friend and glared, then rounded back to Beca, "Just because your fucking my co-captain doesn't mean you get to make demands. You will be singing "Turn the Beat Around" and that's the last I want to hear of this," the Bellas as a collective made a low "Oooh" noise and Beca was dn sure she heard Amy say something like "Oh no she didn't" But she wouldn't turn around to see, she wouldn't break eye contact with Aubrey.

"That song's tired. We won't win with that song. Look, if we pulled samples from different genres-" Beca continued definitely, trying to ignore the deep anger that was swelling within her,

"Let me explain this to you because you still don't seem to understand. Our goal is to get back to the finals. These songs will get us there. So excuse me if I don't take advice from some little alt girl with her Mad Lib beats and ear monstrosities when she's never even been in a competition. Have I made myself clear?" for a moment noone made any noise, nor movements. Beca could hear the blood pounding in her ears, her vision tunnelled on Aubrey and all she wanted to do was head butt the stuck up bitch.

"Crystal. I guess I won't solo," she almost spat the words as she turned on her heal and headed for the pile of bags and coats. The brunette grabbed her leather jacket and satchel, threw one last look at the blonde captain who had already turned to Fat Amy,

"Fat Amy?"

"Yes, sir?"

"You'll solo."

Beca gave Aubrey one last glare and stormed from the hall.

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"This is getting exhausting," Jesse groaned as he place another perfectly organised stack of CD's onto the shelf,

"Yeah this is totally taxing on my brain dude," Beca muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Jessie shot her a look and she smirked, tempting him to reply,

"Hey, Jesse, I'm starving so..." Luke cut in then, drawing both of the freshmen attention to him, he was leaning against the door frame of the booth, as casual as anything,

"You want me to get you lunch. You should lay off the burgers though," Jesse shot back as he grabbed his back pack, Luke shrugged, ruffling his shirt up to flash him with the chisled stomach. Even Beca had to appreciate that,

"I think I'm good," the Brit said with a tone cocky enough to rival Beca. The brunette grinned and turned to Jesse,

"He's good. He's real good," she said, teasingly,
"Your lucky she's gay bro," Jesse muttered as he stalked from the station. They waited a moment then creased in laughter, Beca fumbled with the stack of CD's and Luke dived forward to help her. This prompted Beca to fish the USB mix from her pocket,

"Here. This is my latest mix. Maybe you'll play this one?" she asked hopefully as he took it, turning the tiny USB drive over in his fingers,

"Yeah, okay, thanks. I'll put it with the others," the Brit promised as the station door clattered open, "Jesse seriously, I want a cheese burger," Luke yelled as he turned, coming face to face with the Chloe Beale,

"Are you still making the interns get you food? Your a cruel man Luke," Chloe laughed, stepping around hin to embrace Beca in a quick hug. Regardless of how brief the contact was, Beca managed to press a kiss to her throat. Chloe smiled and kissed her forehead,

"Guys, come on, I'm British," Luke whined as he stalked back into his booth, shutting the door with a soft click. As he did, Chloe rounded on Beca. The brunette squeaked and back peddled into the no-sex desk,

"Im really sorry about Aubrey, she was totes out of line," Chloe appologised, her eyes intense as they raked over Beca, "you'd be so amazing as the lead solo, I just wish she'd listen to what you have," the red head prowled forward, till she had an arm either side of Beca on the desk. The brunette sucked in a breath, hating yet loving how intense Chloe's eyes where on her,

"Well you and me both," she muttered, trying to keep her head clear as everything about Chloe surrounded her. The red head had changed from her practise clothes to a simple grey vest, Beca's purple button down and skinny black jeans. And damn, she looked hot. Her hair was it's natural wavy mane, framing her face perfectly, practicaly begging Beca to run her hands through it.

Chloe smirked and leant it, pressing one hot kiss against Beca's lips, the brunette shuffled back onto the desk till Chloe stood between her legs, the red head dipped her lips to tracentre Beca's jawline,

"Chlo, Chlo, stop it or I'm gonna rip your clothes off," the brunette uttered, shuddering visibly,

"technically this shirt is yours," Chloe chuckled against her neck,

"OI, oi Beale, no sex in here!"