I love freaks, I don't care if you're a wild one,

I love freaks, I don't care if you're a wild one,

and me

- Tove Lo

By the time the next Saturday came Beca had worked up the courage to ask Chloe out on a date. She wasn't completely sure that the beautiful redhead was into girls but, hey, why not ask any way? Worst case scenario would be getting rejected and going back to drinking, ruining her life forever, right? With that in mind Beca headed towards Baker Hall for her second support group session.

Beca had just arrived home from the support when she found Jesse's car parked outside of her house, waiting to see how everything went. She knew he was inside because he knew where the spare key was. That was the only reason he was able to get to her the day she nearly died. Her near death experience was something she was ashamed of and didn't like to think about.

Upon entering her home she found Jesse sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table watching TV. He turned around to find his best friend grinning like an idiot for reasons he didn't know about.

"You did go to the group, right?" he asked playfully.

"Yes, I did actually," she responded, still smiling.

"Well I certainly didn't expect you to be so happy about it."

"Why do you assume that I enjoyed the group? Why not think about whom I may have met while at the group?"

"Alright, who did you meet?"

Beca's smile widened at the thought of Chloe and her gorgeous blue eyes. Damn, Beca was such a sucker for blue eyes.

"I met a girl, Chloe, and I think I'm already in love."

Jesse raised one of his eyebrows in concern for his friend. Beca? Fall in love? Oh, how the mighty fall in love. To be honest, Jesse was actually glad Beca found something, someone, to take her mind off of her addiction. This Chloe girl could be really good for her.

"Can you help me ask her out?" Beca nervously asked.

He gave her a dorky smirk before answering with, "Of course I will."

All throughout the week Jesse helped Beca find the right words to say to Chloe to make sure that the brunette would win the redhead. They even looked for nice places to go out on dates if all went well. When Saturday morning came Beca was nervous but prepared.

She wasn't completely sure that the beautiful redhead was into girls but, hey, why not ask any way? Worst case scenario would be getting rejected and going back to drinking, ruining her life forever, right? With that in mind Beca headed towards Baker Hall for her second support group session. Before she could even get into the building she saw Chloe standing outside as if she were waiting for her to get there. Turns out, she was.

"Beca!" Chloe yelled in excitement.

Everything Beca had rehearsed for days suddenly disappeared from her mind, leaving her with nothing. It didn't help when Chloe hugged her.

"U-Uh, hey?" she stammered. Why couldn't she speak properly around her?

"So after the session last Saturday I never got your last name or your number since you practically ran out of the building."

"Um, well, my last name is Mitchell and if you give me your phone I'll give you my number."

Chloe's eyes brightened, causing Beca to melt on the inside, and she pulled out her phone. Once she pulled up her contacts Beca entered her information and the fiery girl dragged her into the building so they wouldn't be late. If there was one thing that Beca noticed about Chloe it was that she seemed to be a wild one. That was something that Beca was kind of glad for. It would come in handy later if they ever decided to become a thing.

With Beca by her side, the support group seemed to go by a lot faster than it had last week. Chloe couldn't wait to ask Beca out since she had been working out what to say all week with Aubrey and Stacie. Stacie seemed to be really good at this sort of thing and even knew of a few places that would make for a perfect first date, assuming all went well. Chloe had confidence, however, and could somehow sense that Beca had feelings for her as well. When the session ended Beca got up to leave quickly again like she had last week, but Chloe wouldn't let her go.

"Beca, I have to ask you something," she blurted suddenly.

Beca's face had turned a deep shade of red, making Chloe think that maybe she was wrong about Beca having feelings for her.

"I have to tell you something too," Beca said. This didn't help Chloe's nervousness.

"You first then."

Beca took a very deep breath.

"I-love-you-and-I-really-really-want-to-go-out-with-you"

Beca stood there, face bright red, looking like she was about to cry. Chloe just smiled at the adorable brunette and gently tilted Beca's head up so she could kiss her. The words had been blurred, yes, but she understood them.

"I love you too."

When Chloe got home Aubrey and Stacie were patiently waiting by the door to see how things went with Beca. All of the preparation they did couldn't have prepared them for what happened next.

"So, how'd it go?" Aubrey asked excitedly as soon as Chloe walked in the door.

Chloe had fake tears in her eyes, ready to prank the couple and make them believe that Beca said no. She looked up at Aubrey to see that the older blonde's heart was broken for her.

"Oh, Chloe, come here."

She was quickly wrapped in the blonde's arms and comforted. Stacie, who was standing behind Aubrey, knew that Chloe was just kidding around. Chloe brought her right index finger to her lips as a sign to stay quiet. Nodding in compliance, Stacie giggled, putting on a straight face to come and "comfort" the redhead.

"It's okay, baby. That freak didn't deserve you anyway," Aubrey added.

Chloe couldn't keep her straight face anymore and burst out laughing, dragging Stacie with her and leaving Aubrey utterly confused.

"I'm sorry, Aubrey. I was just kidding. Beca was actually the one to make the first move and she will be taking me to dinner at Olive Garden tomorrow night."

Aubrey looked at Chloe as if she had betrayed her before smiling and bringing the redhead in for another hug. Chloe deserved somebody to care for her and help her get over her addiction. Beca seemed to be the right person so Aubrey couldn't argue. As long as Chloe was happy and healthy, Aubrey was too.