Author's Note

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Kisses!

- The Book Worm

"A Broken Heart"

The girls all sat in a circle on the living room floor of the Bella house (minus Beca, who was staying over at Jesse's dorm) listening to another of Amy's tales about Tasmania. This time, it was about how she had sung an anaconda to sleep as she "escaped to safety".

But Chloe was no longer listening.

Her thoughts drift off to Beca who seemed to have drifted away from her for the past few weeks. After the retreat, the whispered conversations in the tent, the fight, the reconciliation and finally regaining their sound again, she had hoped to have regained the bond that she and Beca used to share. But it felt like nothing has changed, except now, Chloe had to pretend to be 100% supportive of Beca's ever-busy schedule.

Not that she wasn't proud of her. Chloe is her biggest (and sometimes only) fan. It's just that she wished Beca would spare even an hour or so to talk to her.

But the brunette left the house at ridiculously early hours and didn't return until really late. And besides, any free time she had, she spent on Jesse, who probably didn't value her precious time as much as he should.

Sometimes Chloe would stay awake in her bed waiting for the sound of the front door opening and shutting, the quiet footsteps and the occasional "ow" as Beca tries to find her way to her own room through the dark. This way, Chloe would fall asleep with a warm comfort knowing that Beca was home safe.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Chloe is pulled away from her thoughts back to the group of girls who were now looking at her with worried expressions.

"You still okay?" Stacie asks again, rubbing Chloe's back in an attempt to comfort her.

"What?" Chloe's voice is slurred as she tries to laugh but it only comes out sounding too forced to even be believable.

"Not that we already know but we're here for you, Chloe," Fat Amy says in the most serious tone. "Always."

The girls all nod in agreement.

Chloe didn't particularly like the way they stared at her with sad looks as if they pitied her. She hated being felt sorry for and she definitely did not need their sympathy on this matter.

"You have no idea," Chloe replies before gulping down beer from her the can in her hands until it was empty.

She shakes it to make sure it that was empty before throwing it aside. That was her fourth can in the last two hours and no one stops her from grabbing another one. She likes to think that they all believed that she could handle her alcohol well but the truth was that they knew she just wanted to forget that she was in love with someone who didn't love her back; even if it was only for a night. This wasn't the first time the girls had accompanied Chloe while she drank, crying and cursing herself and Beca until she passed out.

It broke their hearts every time to see their captain like this and even considered just confronting Beca about Chloe's hidden feelings for her. But they knew it would only drive Beca away from Chloe and they couldn't bear the thought of the redhead hating them. So for now, they would just sit with her, listening to her drunken confessions, for as long as she needs them to.

"I am so stupid," Chloe's slurred voice slowly says. "I'm an idiot for failing college on purpose to stay with her. I could have a career, I could be doing something with my life but-"

She takes another gulp allowing the bitter taste to replace the pain of a broken heart. Emily watches her with teary eyes. It was her first time to see the redhead in this state and right there and then, she decided that it would be the last.

Chloe had stood as her mother-figure, she not only showed her the ropes of acapella and taught her how to hit notes that she never dreamed of hitting, but Chloe took the younger girl under her wing. Emily liked the way Chloe would buy extra packs of those cookies she said she liked whenever they went grocery shopping and the way Chloe would check up on her to say goodnight before going into her own bedroom.

And before she knew what she was doing, Emily had snatched the beer can away from Chloe hand, placing it on the other side of the coffee table where it was out of Chloe's reach.

"What the hell?!"

The girls are all too stunned to react, their minds still processing what just happened.

"That's enough, Chloe," Emily says. She had meant it to sound firm but the slight crack in her voice only made her sound vulnerable. "Stop doing this to yourself, please! I don't like seeing you like this! Chloe, are you even listening to me?!"

Tears had started to fall from the younger girl's eyes and she did nothing to stop them.

"You're too young to-"

"What? Too young to understand?" Emily raises her voice. "Chloe, I know that Beca might not feel the same as you do for her but she still cares for you. We care for you. I won't let you destroy yourself. If Beca saw you like this-"

"She'd tell me I was pathetic. That I could get with anyone I wanted and here I am, wanting her anyway. Emily, I know I'm destroying myself. I don't need someone to tell me that I'm fucking myself up over someone who doesn't and willnever love me back."

Chloe pauses to see the girls with their heads hanging low in silence not wanting to meet her gaze.

"I-I've accepted that a long, long time ago," Chloe continues. "But it doesn't mean it's ever stopped hurting."

Her breath hitches and the unshed tears are rolling down her cheeks. She wraps her arms around herself as she breaks down; screaming and crying. The silence being replaced by Chloe's desperate wailing. The rest of the girls slowly surround her and wrap her in a group hug, crying on each other's shoulder. And although they had shared millions group hugs before, this one felt different.

For on that Friday night, as they held each other, they didn't just share a hug;

They shared a broken heart.