Beca groaned and she rolled over onto her back, clutching at her head tightly. The after effects of drinking all night were yet again hitting her hard, Beca wished for the life of her that she was one of those people that didn't get hangovers. Sadly that was not the case. It was in that moment that the brunette decided never to go to a Trebels party ever again.

She tugged the blanket over her head, intent on going back to sleep for a few more hours, ignoring the world and not thinking about life when a warm arm from another body slid across her waist. Beca froze. And knew instantly who it was, just by the way the arm rested against her exposed skin,

"Chloe..." Beca whispered, turning her head to face the mussled mass of red hair. The older girl grunted but didn't move, "Chloe..." Beca muttered slightly louder, nudging her shoulder. Again Chloe grunted, adding a groan to the mix. Beca nudged her again and finally the red head moved. Chloe lifted her head and made eye contact, through sleep hooded eyes. Neither of them spoke for a moment, the air hanging thick between them, "Er, Hi?" Beca made the simple word a question as Chloe registered their position.

"Hey," she muttered, retracting her arm from the brunettes waist, pushing herself up into a sitting position. She was wearing Beca's shirt, the purple one. And very little else. It was all crumpled and pushed up to just under her breasts, exposing the toned planes of her stomach and barely there panties. The younger girl swallowed hard and tore her eyes away from the auburn haired girl, finally taking in their surroundings.

They where in her dorm room, empty besides themselves. Across the floor jeans, shoes and socks where scattered, a few pillows thrown hazardously around. Thankfully no Kimmy Jin. Beca strained to remember the night before. Flashes of beer pong, bean bags and a tiki bar slipped through her memory. Followed swiftly by hot and heavy kisses from the red head,

"err, did we...?'

"I don't know. Maybe. Probably," Chloe grumbled, her tone harsh as she slipped from the bed, tugging the purple shirt down to cover her stomach. Beca stared.

She couldn't help it. Chloe's legs were bare, the brunette's mind yet again flashed to sordid things, the image of those legs wrapping around her waist or hooking over her shoulders sent a cold chill down her spine and towards her lowers. She watched as Chloe gathered her clothes up, tugging her jeans up her legs untill she was grabbing her sneakers,

"Chloe, wait, please -" Beca started, reaching for the red head. But it was too late, Chloe was gone, without even a look over her shoulder.

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"Hey! Hey Chloe! Wait up!" Jesse called as he caught sight of the red head Bella leaving Beca's dorm building. He couldn't help but grin wide as he ran towards the older girl. Even if she didn't slow down for him to catch up, Jesse finally reached her side, regretting wearing flip-flops, "Hey Chloe!" he panted as the Bella turned to him, her eyes stormy,

"Whats up Jesse?" she shot at him, her tone as dark as her eyes. The boy back stepped then, suddenly a little afraid of Chloe,

"Just wanted to say Hi...and that I was glad you and Beca made up?" His voice trailed off as Chloe's expression didn't change,

"Made up?" the red head questioned, staring down the younger boy.

"Yeah..last night you spent like 2 hours talking and then you guys left together...and you just left her building...I figured you'd made up?" Jesse muttered, suddenly feeling extremely stupid for presuming so. But Chloe's moody exterior dissolved when he finished speaking, her face softening and as gave the younger boy a smile,

"Jesse, I wish I knew," Chloe's tone was sad and confused, prompting Jesse to move in for a hug, whether the red head wanted it or not. He wrapped himself around her and Chloe practically melted against him, burying her facing onto his neck,

"she really regrets everything she said to you. She didn't mean it, and she is sorry Chloe," Jesse said into her ear as he rubbed her back. Remembering that his mother always told him, a hug is always needed when it's not asked for, so the boy hugged Chloe tighter to him,

"But she hasn't said it Jesse," Chloe sighed and pulled away from the freshman, sadly meeting his eye, "she hasn't said it." Jesse didn't know what to say, he could plead Beca's case for her, but he knew the brunette wouldn't be too pleased. He'd just regained his best friend, he couldn't risk loosing her again.

"Er, well, I'm sure she will do Chlo," he murmured with an awkward shrug before flashing her a smile, "Ready for tomorrow?" Chloe rolled her eyes and grinned,

"Just because Bumper has gone doesn't mean the Trebels are gonna win,"

"I don't plan on it, not with what you guys have to show now."

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The ride to the Kennedy Centre would have been to ridiculously long for Fat Amy to take, regardless of how much the Tasmanian had protested, so the Bella's had taken a flight, sadly next to the Trebels.

"Maybe we should have driven," Aubrey grumbled from her seat next to Beca, shooting a dark glare towards the boys clad in maroon. The only plus point was that Bumper wasn't there.

"Maybe. Maybe you should stop glaring at the guy you like," Beca muttered under her breath, watching Aubrey's shoulders sag. The blonde admitting that she like Jesse hadn't bothered Beca as much as the brunette thought it would, since the whole puke-gate situation, Aubrey had calmed down. Just a tiny bit, but she'd still calmed down. She'd let Beca arrange everything; music, choreography and the revised Bella uniform, only stepping in to help with booking flights and hotels,

"Why don't you listen to the set again? Take your mind of the boys in red?" Beca suggested, passing Aubrey her ipod with the preset tracks on it. The blonde nodded and fell silent as she popped in the head phones, already mouthing the words to go along with the music. This left Beca free to openly stare at the back of Chloe's head, two rows ahead of her. They hadn't spoken since the morning after the Trebels party, even after Jesse had spoken to her. Beca still felt pretty shit, the party had only been a day ago, and for some reason the hangover was staying with her. The fact that she had no idea how to properly appologise to Chloe was just making it worse.

Just saying 'I'm sorry' didn't seem right to the brunette, she knew that Chloe needed much more then that. She deserved more. Beca could only hope that what she'd planned for the finals was a good enough show of how much Chloe meant to her.