[A/N: This is genuinely just pure fluff, but I don't really mind it. Because fluff is great and so are they! Please keep leaving reviews!]

Chloe set her bags down the second she opened the door to the lowly apartment- a little loft on the edge of campus that she shared with her two girlfriends. The place was a wreck when the three of them first moved in, but now, now they had made it like an actual home. An actual home that Chloe wanted to curl into and accept after the long day of studying and exams that she had.

Her shoulders ached, mouth dry as the redhead rolled them easily, wincing at the pain that rocked through her. It was unusually quiet- so quiet that it peaked her interest. It was a random Tuesday; usually, Beca and Aubrey were curled up on the couch arguing about whatever show was playing on the television. But now? Now it was silent.

Despite the exhaustion that wracked her body she lifted her chin, taking a few steps through the little foyer that separated the mudroom from the rest of the house. It was small and housed a slight end table that was reserved for keys, and maybe even mail that the girls hadn't thought of opening yet.

"Aubrey?" She called out, knowing the older woman was more likely to hear her. Beca was usually cuddled up with her laptop and mixing programs spread across her screen. It was endearing, really, but without a fire alarm and the scent of smoke, it was hard to pull her attention away. But this time, Chloe got no answer. "huh."

Her footfalls echoed as she rounded the corner, breath caught in her throat. It was like one of those horror movies, the kind where you slowly crept around the hallway expecting to run into someone twice your size and three times your stature. Instead, she stumbled into something more.

The living area was a mess- the usually lit television was desolate, the leather sectional was mostly covered, covered by thin white sheets and weighed down by a collection of old textbooks the girls had wasted hard earned scholarships on.

A fort. A blanket fort in the middle of their living room. One that was set up mainly around the coffee table, a few crucial cushions from the loveseat were missing and so was the lamp from the end table. That one wasn't such a mystery though; the older woman could clearly see two silhouettes outlined in the dull golden glow that the very lamp created.

"Shh,"

"I didn't say anything."

"Now you are," She heard their hushed whispers "So shut up."

"we're not hiding-"

"Beca"

Chloe tried to stifle a smile at the two. She recognized the tone Aubrey took, and apparently so did Beca because the crisp sound of the younger girls jaw snapping shut was enough to evoke an odd silence.

The redhead squatted down in front of the small opening that was covered by yet another throw- one that was red and striped, something that was soft. The three of them would cuddle into it with so much force that it was constantly needing to be washed. Now it smelled of thick lavender and caught an heir of comfort in the girl.

"Do I even want to know?" she asked, a bit of annoyance in her voice. Beca, she expected this from. Aubrey, on the other hand, was not someone to build a blanket fort and cuddle into it. She would for the small brunette though- the girl has so much pull with the both of them.

"What's the password?" Beca grumbled it made Aubrey giggle uncontrollably, an infectious sound that made the grumpy girl smile despite herself. What could the password even be?

"Mm, Bella?" She pursed her lips.

"Really?" Aubrey's response came next "We're not that easy, Chlo."

"Oh, I beg to differ, Miss Posen- Ow!" the sound of a slap echoed through the room. Chloe rolled her eyes pensively before pushing past the little barrier of blanket that the two had clipped together with a few bobby pins, her eyebrow cocking at the sight in front of her.

Aubrey had her girlfriend in what could only be described as a headlock, her arm wrapped roughly around the younger girl as Beca hovered over the other woman's hand, teeth exposed as she once again snapped her jaw shut.

"Were you going to bite her?" Chloe sat back on her heels, eyes darting around the little fort. It was pretty spacious compared to the outside, granted both girls were slightly slanted in their stance. The light was holding up most of the ceiling if that's even what you could call it. Either way, Chloe saw it as a fire hazard. A cute, quirky, fire hazard.

The blonde yanked her hand away from the danger zone as she sent a glare Beca's way. Neither made a move to pull apart, however. Both looking nothing but guilty. Aubrey lessened her grasp and let Beca shift slightly until they looked more comfortable than half-way through combat mode.

"What is all this?" Chloe chuckled at the antics she had barged into, letting the flap of the fort fall against her back- engulfing them in a warm atmosphere. It was almost isolating, perfect. Just the three of them in a little-hidden area- even if it was just between a few couches.

"We weren't going to actually make it." Aubrey explained, a lazy smile on her lips "We were gonna wait for you to get home- because you had your final and everything… and this would be fun."

"I had some structural ideas," Beca interjected, letting Aubrey hug her closer. "And you know how I am… If I don't act I forget. But it's nice in here, right?"

"It's hot," She laughed slightly "But yeah, very cool. Kind of peaceful."

Chloe had to admit, it was nice. She had barely gotten any time with the two since finals started- Aubrey having her own homework and Beca opting out of grad school to start her full-time career at the very studio that she interned at. No one doubted that she wouldn't flourish. She was undeniably talented and that was no secret- even if the brunette buried her head into one of her girlfriend's neck each time they did attempt to touch on the subject.

"Well, don't just stand there," Aubrey barked out with humor in her voice, making the redhead lift her eyebrows up with conviction. "I'm cold and we don't have any blankets."

She parted her lips but ultimately dropped how ironic that was before shifting her shoulders at the big Irish eyes that poured into hers. It was on the brink of a pout, but not quite there yet- because let's face it, Aubrey Posen doesn't pout unless she really wants something.

Chloe relented with a slight sigh as Aubrey held open her other arm, one still clenched between Beca's grasp as the girl cuddled further into the older woman's lap. Aubrey was resting her back against a mountain of pillows- she looked comfortable and content.

The shorter woman settled into her girlfriend's embrace, letting her head rest fully on her chest as a long arm wrapped around her. It was an instant rush of comfort that she couldn't find anywhere else- the happiness quelling at the base of her stomach as she let out a sigh of relief.

Beca shifted her head so she was staring up at Chloe's big cerulean eyes with midnight ones. "Hi," She whispered

"Hi," She pressed her touch against the woman's jaw, lifting it slightly. Beca accepted the action gratefully, bringing her lips up to Chloe's as the two shared a soft, yet tender, kiss. They worked together lethargically- the warm environment of the pillow fort lulling them into a stupor of sleep and calmness.

"Ow," Aubrey mumbled, her eyes closed as she rested her head against the pile of plush pillows, Chloe moaned at Beca's touch. "Beca elbow, elbow in my vagina."

"Mm," The brunette pulled away, wiping the edge of her thumb against the side of her lip. "It is kind of cramped in here."

Chloe chuckled, snaking her arm further around Aubrey as she buried her head in the woman's neck- breathing in her fresh scent as she traced little patterns into her back.

Finals didn't seem to matter much anymore- not in this little mountain of pillows and blankets, not when she had Beca and Aubrey.