"So, how does it feel to be Captain of a championship winning acapella group?" Chloe said with a smug grin, reclining back on Beca's dorm bed. The brunette shot her a dark look as she continued to shove clothes into her duffle bag,

"Totes Aca-amazing," the younger girl teased. The red head huffed and flung a pillow her girlfriends way, Beca dodged and caught it, tossing it back,

"Don't mock, it's not becoming of you Becs,"

"Your still captain too! It's not like it's all totally my responsibility to have us win next year too!" Beca protested, dropping onto the end of the bed. It had been a total of 32 days since they'd won the ICCA's. Aubrey had passed Beca the "Captain" title, along with officially letting her keep the pitch pipe. The blonde had then graduated, graciously. Aubrey had even managed to keep her puke down during the whole ceremony. The biggest shock had been Chloe though. Somehow, unexpectedly, the red head had failed Russian Literature, much to everyone's surprise.

"Well someone's gotta keep an eye on you, here and there," Chloe murmured as she began to creep closer to Beca on the bed, "Don't deny it, you like being Captain," Beca shrugged, trying not to look or smile at Chloe as she crawled towards her. Or when she began to press soft kisses under her ear, around her ear, behind her -

"Alright, alright. Its kinda cool," Beca whimpered, pulling Chloe into her lap. The red head beamed down at her girlfriend as she cupped her face, gently stroking her cheeks, leaning forward to brush her lips to Beca's,

"Your gonna be amazing,"

"Aca-amazing?"

"Shut it dork."

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"So it's 100% okay me staying here? Like, all summer. Well most of it,"

"Yes, Beca, your father and I discussed it and honestly, we don't want you going back to your mother of she's turning to alcohol," Sheila's smile was warm and kind. Beca wanted to dislike this woman, she had done for quite a few years after she found out about her dad getting remarried, but it was hard when she was so caring send supportive of, well, everything. Beca sighed, flipping a hand through her hair,

"Long as it doesn't put you guys in an awkward position," she muttered, admitting defeat as Sheila took her duffle and led her upstairs,

"Your dad's had a spare room ready for you since before the school year started. You can even stay here once term starts again," Sheila rambled as she reached the furthest door from the stairs, "This one's for you," with a push of the door, Beca finally found herself in a bedroom she actually liked.

Infact the tiny brunette found herself at a point where everything was pretty damn good. She was Captain of The Barden Bellas, she had the hottest girlfriend on campus, her father was there for her and she'd acquired a stepmother and brother who were alright.

Beca Mitchell smiled to herself as she dropped down onto her new double bed, feeling like she was where she was supposed to be, finally.