A/N: JustLikeBrookeDavis - Beca is a little stubborn, poor dear, BG-13 - You might have more than Jesse to thank by the end of this fic, Thanks to all of you who have commented and continue to read!

"Chloe," Aubrey snapped impatiently, "Hello!"

"Oh," Chloe closed her eyes and shook her head slightly, "I'm sorry Aubrey, I just can't seem to concentrate lately."

Aubrey circled around Chloe's dorm room and placed herself directly in her friend's sight line. They were nearly nose to nose. "Have you heard anything I've said?"

Chloe shrugged and shook her head apologetically. "Uh huh," Aubrey said, narrowing her eyes, "Well, now that I have your attention I can inform you of the fact that my senior project is a complete disaster. The three main actors have quit, and I need your help." Her entire demeanor, from the hand on her hips to her stern expression, said that she would entertain no refusal.

Chloe was trying to focus on what Aubrey was saying, she really was, but her mind had been a bit of a mess for almost a month. Between dealing with romantic disappointment and trying to get ready to defend her thesis she was feeling completely stressed and dejected. Even her seeming super power for putting on a happy face and rolling with the punches was failing her right now. So, she sat before Aubrey a shell of her formerly incessantly chipper self.

It was one thing to miss Beca from afar but it was quite another to see her with Jesse like she had last night. Sure, it had seemed like there was some tension going on between them but this weird triangle thing that seemed to have developed made it even more confusing. She wasn't sure which feelings to trust anymore, not that she could tell them apart at this point. She felt like Hurricane Feels had made landfall in her heart.

"Okay, what do you need me to do," she asked warily. She had no idea how she could help since Aubrey was a theatre major with her specific focus being directing, which meant her project was to write and direct a one act play.

"I need you to act," Aubrey said dramatically.

"Um, no," Chloe said, her head shaking from side to side vehemently, "I hate acting and I suck at it."

"No, you don't." Aubrey gestured towards her. "Sophomore year you did A Midsummer NIght's Dream for theatre workshop and you were great."

Chloe's eyes went wide. "Seriously? Do you not remember the part where I fell off the stage when I was trying to hit my mark? And as I recall, I only did that because you pestered me until I agreed." Aubrey's talent for selective memory was especially helpful when she was convincing someone to do something they weren't formerly disposed to do.

"Well, let's revisit that," Aubrey grinned, "How much pestering did I actually have to do to get you to agree?"

Chloe got up and moved away from her best friend. She found it hard to turn anyone down when they were in need but especially those she cared about. They had been friends since Freshman year but she was just so damn tired from all the insanity in her life and from what she remembered when Aubrey was telling her about it months ago this play was going to take a lot of work. It was a one act musical, lasting about forty minutes and centered around three main characters.

"I have my own project to do," Chloe ventured. She crossed her arms and tried to stay firm.

"I know Chlo, but I don't really have any other options. It won't take you long to learn the lines and choreography. Really, it will be just like learning a Bellas routine. That's why you're perfect for it."

She turned to look at Aubrey. Her best friend's pleading look wore on Chloe's conscience. If their positions were reversed Aubrey would do it for her. She sighed, "Fine," she relented.

"Yes!" Aubrey shoved a copy of the play at her and rushed for the door. "Start reading it and I'll text you later. I have to round up a few more people. We will meet for a rehearsal tomorrow in Kimbel Hall."

"So, how long do we have to put this together," Chloe asked tentatively.

"Two weeks," Aubrey replied, grinning.

"What?!" Chloe was shocked. "That's impossible," she said. There was no way she could learn lines, songs, and choreography in that amount of time.

"We can do it. I've got most of the props and the set done so we can focus on the routines and songs," Aubrey's face broke and Chloe could see the stress she was under. "Please, Chloe."

"Okay, okay, we will give it a shot," Chloe relented.

"Great," Aubrey nearly squeaked, "I'll call you later with details." She was nearly out the door when she stopped and turned back around. "And then we can also talk about why you've been so freaking depressed over Beca." Without waiting for Chloe to answer she left.

Well, at least she would be distracted from the train wreck that had become her life. She had to present her own project in two days so it wouldn't overlap with Aubrey's play too much. She curled up on her bed and looked at the script, Divisi : A Musical In One Act. She opened it and started reading.

By the time she had gotten to the fourth page all she could do was sigh and squeeze her eyes shut. It centered around an a capella group getting ready for a big performance. To make it even more perfect the central plot was a love triangle between the main character and two guys.

"Great," she muttered to the empty room. She had the distinct feeling that someone up there was toying with her.

Aubrey had tried everyone she could think of and no one seemed to be willing to learn pages worth of lines and three songs in the short amount of time they had before premiere night. She had even asked a few of the Trebles, who had all laughed in her face (at least they did it on key), except Uni who had promised to be there for background vocals and props.

Everyone else was falling back on the old standby of studying for finals but Aubrey suspected that some of them just didn't want to work with her. That was why her original actors had quit anyway. She supposed she might have been a tiny bit hard on them, but they really weren't committed enough. Good riddance, she thought to herself.

She still needed two more people for the male leads. So, she was on her way to ambush Jesse after his afternoon music appreciation class. Back when she was the diva in charge she had memorized all of the Bella's class schedules in case she ever needed to track them down and she just so happened to have noticed that Jesse was in Beca's Monday afternoon music appreciation class.

She had just hit the first set of stairs on the second floor when she heard Jesse and Beca's voices echoing further up in the stairwell. Instinct took over and she stopped where she was and listened in.

"Did you tell her yet?"

"So, that was awesome that we got out early," Beca said, ignoring his question, "I think the final is going to be easy."

"Answer me, Becs... did you tell Chloe that you had a big ol' sapphic toner for her?"

Beca scoffed, "Eww gross, why did you have to put it like that... and no, absolutely not." She shook her head.

.

"You're going to have to do it sooner or later or you'll never forgive yourself," he warned.

"No, you of all people know that it takes me awhile to process and I can think of five million good reasons not to say anything," she replied added her patented eyebrow raise for good measure.

"Like?"

Aubrey could hear them descending the stairs now and got ready to leave before they caught her eavesdropping. She stood next to the second floor landing door and kept listening.

"Like we're both extremely busy right now, you heard what she said the other night..."

"Bullshit," he cut her off, "You're just scared."

"Shove it, Swanson. Anyway, how are you dealing with our tragic break up?"

Her tone was light but concerned, the only way Beca knew how to approach a sensitive subject like this. She was willing to go there just to distract him from his line of questioning.

"I'm good, just glad to know that it really wasn't me, just your lesbian tendencies," he joked.

"Jesse," Beca said in a warning tone.

"Seriously, I'm fine. I'm still bummed but all I want is for you to be happy. It's not like we were engaged or something. We only dated for what... a month."

"Yeah, but I still feel bad, kind of like I led you on for awhile" she said sympathetically.

"No need to feel bad. I understand where you were coming from, but you know changing the subject doesn't mean you're off the hook," he assured her.

They were now on the landing directly above Aubrey so she slipped through the door and into the hallway. She had been shocked at first but really it made a lot of sense. An idiot could see that there had been some kind of chemistry between Beca and Chloe from the beginning but for Beca to feel strongly enough about her after all these months to break up with Jesse, that changed things in Aubrey's book. As much as she hated to admit it, they might actually be good for each other and maybe then Chloe would stop moping around, which would make bestfriend duty that much easier.

It sounded like Beca wasn't going to do anything about it and she knew that she would never convince Chloe to be proactive in this kind of situation either. The girl was all about getting in your physical space but emotionally she was a little shy. So, in her devious little mind a plan started to take shape. She grinned to herself feeling quite clever. If neither girl would get over themselves long enough to confess their undying love then she would just have to give them a little push. She knew just the man to help her.