Beca set down her phone for the tenth time in half the minutes, she stared at the blank screen and hung her head in defeat. She'd really fucked up this time. It didn't matter that her dad was mad at her, or that Jesse hadn't spoken a word to her, or even any of the Bellas. Chloe wasn't returning her calls or texts.

Beca Mitchell knew she'd probably lost the one good thing in her life.

"Have a good break," Kimmy Jin said from behind her and Beca nodded, muttering a thanks as her room mate left. Spring break. Beca knew she should be going back to Maine or even going to her dad's house, but yet again, she'd opted to stay at Barden. For a moment she thought of Harry Potter and how he'd stayed at Hogwarts over the term breaks, how he'd felt at home there and thus it was alright, but Beca didn't feel that way.

The brunette thought back to when Chloe had compared her to Bender, "he doesn't really know who he is, or what he's doing, he's a little lost with where he wants to be in life, but he is still true to himself," the red head had said to her, Beca remembered she'd been passed at her words, but now she knew Chloe was right. Beca was lost, she didn't know where she wanted to be in life, she wasn't even sure if the money she'd been able to salvage from her savings account would get her anywhere in LA and she deffinatly didn't know what she was doing. She'd been cocky at semi finals and screamed at Jesse, gotten drunk and yelled at her girlfriend, and now she was alone.

Like always, true Beca Mitchell style, she was alone.

So the young brunette did the one thing she was good at, the one thing that did make her true to herself, she grabbed her laptop and shocked it intoned ruck sack before heading to the radio station.

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Chloe forced a smile on her face as her equally red headed mother wrapped her into a warm embrace,

"we've missed you sweetie," he mother said softly, rubbing her back. Chloe hummed a reply and moved onto her burly father for his usual bone crunching hug. As always Chloe felt safe in the arms of Theodore Beale. Her father gave her a tight hug and planted a kiss to the crown of her head,

"How we doing kiddo?" He asked and Chloe felt her face start to cracked. She refused to cry infront of her parents, so she held off the sniffle and raised her chin definitely,

"Good pops, good," she replied, forcing a smile onto her face,

"Your looking thin, you never eat right when your away," Penelope Beale flustered around her daughter, promising a hearty meal and deserts as she continued to comment on her weight. Chloe's father simply smiled softly and hugged her again,

"We heard about semi finals, I'm so sorry dear," he said softly, Chloe shrugged, loving her parents dearly then, they'd always supported the Bella's fully, even coming to the ICCA's last year. They'd even accepted Aubrey into their hearts when she'd visited the previous spring break.

"I'm going to do and unpack," Chloe managed without her voice shaking, heading up to her room without the escorts of her parents. Once inside her room, the red head dropped her duffle back onto her double bed and began rooting. She wasn't sure what for, but it deffinatly wasn't the mix CD Beca had made her.

She tugged the CD out and made a low whimper, the cover was the two of them, grinning goofishly in the Coffee Cup, arms around one another, the traces of Chloe's lipstick on Beca's cheek. The red head sobbed again, folding herself onto the too bug, hugging the CD to her chest,

"baby girl? Oh no, sweetie what's the matter?" Theodore entered and scooped his daughter into his arms, cradling Chloe to his chest as if she where 5 years old again and had fallen from her bike. Chloe buried her head into his chest and sobbed harder, "was it that footballer boy? Or that girl from Texas? Tell me sweetie so I can help," he uttered, stroking the red hair softly. Chloe heaved against him, unable to get any words out.

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Beca slumped in the chair, trying to resist the temptation to put her feet up on the console of the booth. She knew Luke would find out some how, so instead she simply slumped in the uncomfortable chair and listened to the song around her. Yet again she was playing Stand By Me and Every Breath You Take, she didn't give a shit if the listeners cared or not, she just wanted to listen to it. With a sigh, Beca forced herself to sit up, knowing she should play something else, and tugged the binder of CD's onto her lap, flicking through then till one jumped out.

The Breakfast Club sound track stared up at her, she could hear the voices of both Chloe and Jesse talking her how great it was, she could hear her own voice yelling at the separately. And she knew, deep down, that she was a total fuck up. She scooped up her phone, which she'd only momentarily checked before and tapped out two messages;

[02.34] Jesse - Dude, can we walk when breaks over?

[02.34] Chlo 3 - Your probably asleep now, but I just need to tell you again how sorry I am. I miss you xx

The brunette knew it probably would do no good, neither of them wanted to talk to her after she'd been such a dick to them both in one day. She slid the soundtrack from the clear case and slipped it into the disk drive of the console, her mind instantly mixing it.

It didn't take the aspiring DJ long to come up with a completely new set list and mix for the Bella's. She even started noting down choreography when she realised that she wasn't part of that any more. Beca groaned to herself and began to pace the small booth, her brain frazzled in the early morning hours. It was close to 3am now and she was only surviving off several mugs of coffee and pop tarts, if Chloe had been here she would have told her to get some take away, something that was relatively food. Then she'd sit her down, rub her back and kiss her cheeks till they slowly reached a more horizontal position. Beca shook her head, tugging her hand through her hair, before searching her phone free of her pocket.

Still no messages.

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"Are you sure you want to do this baby girl?" Chloe's father asked her as they waited. They where sat in the private hospital room, waiting patiently for Chloe's doctor to reappear to take her down for surgery,
"Yes pops, there's no point being in pain any more if the season is over. The Bella's aren't going to the ICCA's this year, and I'm going to be done with it soon, so why not," Chloe said with a sat shrug, her fingers rapping against the CD player that sat on her lap. It was old and extremely battered and she had no idea why she'd decided to dig it out, she could have easily transfered the CD into mp3 and onto her ipod, but there was just something about the fact that Beca had made her a mix tape on a CR that Chloe wanted to hold onto.

"do you want us to call anyone? Aubrey? Maybe that Becs girl?" Chloe shook her head, letting her hair fall about her face,

"No, noone mum," she replied, massaging her neck slightly, "noone needs to know."

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Beca's phone buzzed on her leg as the film credits began to roll, the brunnette rubbed at her eyea, brushing away the array tears that had come loose as Bender fist pumped the air on her laptop screen. She hit the pause button and turned to her phone, flicking the text message to fill the screen;

[15.06] Chlo 3 - Bella meeting, tomorrow 12pm xox

Beca couldn't help but grin. Sure it wasn't a reply to her 'sorry' and 'i miss you' messages, but it was something. And it would include the rest of the Bellas, which was also something. Beca pondered for a moment then tapped away at the touch screen;

[15.10] Beca - I'll be there x

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Chloe stared at the three words, trying her hardest not to type back, but she was finding it extremely difficult. With the sound of Stand By Me and Every Breath You Take filling her ears and the touch of Beca filling her memories, Chloe felt her tears rise again. She missed the short brunette, so badly, it was like she was missing apart of herself. And she knew Beca was sorry for her drunken behaviour, but Chloe didn't know what to do. She didn't want to be stuck in a relationship like she'd had with Shay, but she didn't want to be without Beca.

Chloe hadn't meant to punish the girl, but she felt like she had. She hadn't answered any phone calls, nor returned a text message, she'd listened to ever quite, short voice mail and deleted it directly after. Yet she'd still listened to the mix CD every day, learnt the lyrics by heart and the order of the tracks, yet she still didn't know what to do.

With a groan of frustration the red head flopped back onto her dorm bed and rubbed her face hard, trying to force the issue of Beca from her mind and concentrate on what she was going to do about the acapella finals and the removal of her nodes.