Hey guys :) So, I know this isn't my best chapter or my longest but I really wanted to give you guys something before I left on holiday. The next update might be a few days late because I won't have much time (or wifi) but I promise to try really hard to get it out as soon as possible. Sorry about the chapter, promise I'll do better next time.

Beca and Stacie had given up on eating the chocolate a few hours before and had been sitting at the kitchen counter, just chatting. Not about anything serious, which was something Beca was extremely grateful for.

Beca, due to the many days of sleeplessness, wasn't exactly functioning properly and even Stacie had cracked a few yawns and so neither of them noticed Aubrey until she spoke.

'How come you guys are up so early?' The blonde stole a glance at the clock. 'Well, early for you?'

Beca looked towards the clock quickly and was slightly shocked to see that it read 09:00 AM. They'd been up for about five hours now and she was surprised they had managed not to fall asleep on the floor. Stacie's voice pulled her from her thoughts.

'Who said we went to sleep?' The tall girl was leaning back against the counter, arms crossed with one eyebrow raised.

Beca reminded herself to thank the girl for trying to take the attention away from her. However, even Stacie's sarcasm couldn't draw Aubrey's eyes away from the bags underneath Beca's eyes. They were so dark, they looked like bruises.

Aubrey seemed to hesitate as she took a step towards Beca, her arm twitching at her side as though she wanted to reach out.

'Are you alright Beca?'

Whether from the lack of sleep, the frustration of people asking her that question or Aubrey's look of utter concern, Beca felt her eyes welling up. Horrified, she quickly tried to cover it up by rolling her eyes, groaning and dropping her head onto her arms, that were resting on the table. Beca thanks the heavens for letting her meet Stacie, as the girl once again jumps into the conversation, asking if Aubrey has the ingredients for pancakes.

Aubrey hesitates a moment more before turning to point out the right cupboards. Beca took this opportunity to subtly wipe away the tears that had fallen onto the table when she closed her eyes. Keeping her head down and her eyes closed, Beca let herself drift between listening to the conversation and daydreaming. Though, to be fair, it was probably more like actual dreaming.

The delicate thud of a mug being set down draws Beca's attention. Lifting her head she looks through a curtain of hair to see a steaming mug in front of her. Breathing deeply, she confirmed her excited suspicions. Coffee. Sitting up properly, Beca reached for the cup eagerly, only to have Aubrey's hand move it. Beca glared up at Aubrey, trying to force her into giving the mug back through sheer will power. Aubrey however, just gave her a sickeningly sweet smile.

'Uh-uh.' The blonde girl sing-songed. 'Go wake up Chloe and this will be all yours.'

Beca turned her glare into a withering look, not moving an inch. Surely Aubrey wouldn't dare keep coffee away from her. Then Beca watched as Aubrey moved to raise the mug to her lips.

She was on her feet in less than a second.

With an indignant look at the amused blonde, Beca wrapped her cardigan around herself and shuffled off towards the bedroom, muttering under her breath about violated rights.

Beca stood in the doorway of Aubrey's bedroom, not for the first time thinking of ways to kill the Bellas' captain. As it turns out, Chloe was a deep sleeper. Beca had tried talking her into waking up to no avail. She had then taken to shouting her name once. She didn't do it again because Lilly appeared at the end of the hallway, silently and very fucking scarily, so she kept the shouting to a minimum to avoid that particular scenario. Sighing, Beca pushed herself off the doorframe, resigning herself to the fact that she was going to be without coffee for another good few minutes.

Kneeling by the side of the mattress, Beca stuck her index finger out and pushed it into Chloe's shoulder, hard.

Nothing.

Beca grit her teeth, placing her entire hand on Chloe's shoulder she pushed the girl.

Still nothing.

Beca pushed her again repeatedly and yet Chloe didn't even respond. Refusing to be without coffee any longer Beca leaned over to grab Chloe's other shoulder and that's when it happened. It was all so fast, one minute she was looking down at Chloe's sleeping form, thinking about her violated coffee rights and the next she was being pinned to air mattress by the (decidedly awake) redhead's full body weight.

Chloe's arms were wrapped around the smaller girl, pulling her impossibly closer, even as she starts to squirm.

'Chloe,' Beca moaned, refusing to admit to herself that it sounded slightly whiny. 'Get off.'

Beca feels Chloe's head shake against her chest before she even says anything.

'Not a chance Mitchell. I never get cuddles with you and if this is my only chance, then I'm going to take as much as I can.

Beca groaned, trying to convey her suffering in hopes Chloe will move. No such luck. So Beca brought her hands up to push Chloe off, trying to find grip on the girl's sides. Of course, fate hates Beca and so instead of both hands landing safely on Chloe's ribs, Beca's hand comes to rest on the side of Chloe's breast. And since fate really hates Beca, Chloe anticipated Beca's move to push her off and so squeezed closer, trapping Beca's hand in its awkward position.

Beca's hand was now pushed quite firmly against Chloe's breast. Beca kept her breathing steady, refusing to acknowledge the pounding of her heart. She could feel the heat of her blush radiating from her skin. She didn't dare move. What if her hand twitched and Chloe realised where it was and thought Beca was feeling her up? Beca might actually die from overheating if that happened and she was enjoying being alive so that wasn't happening anytime soon.

So, Beca closed her eyes and stayed unnaturally still, trying to think about something other than the fact that she was basically groping her best friend.

Then Chloe shifted and Beca's eyes snapped open. The redhead pushed up onto her elbows, hovering over Beca.

As her face slowly returned to its normal pallor, Beca moved her eyes to meet the bright blue orbs shining down at her. Chloe's hair had fallen around them in a curtain, trapping them in their own little world. Chloe's looking at her with an expression that Beca can't quite figure out. It's a non-expression really. Nothing notable is there but it isn't blank.

Realising that Chloe is just looking at her, watching her as though she is something worth watching, Beca turns her head away feeling slightly uncomfortable. However, a soft hand is against her cheek, gently forcing her head to once again face her best friend. Chloe's thumb reaches out to brush under Beca's eye, trailing off across her cheekbone.

When Beca finally moves her eyes back to the girl's face she sees a frown marring her features.

'You look really tired Becs.' Chloe said quietly, continuing to rub her thumb back and forth across Beca's cheekbone

Beca smirks.

'All part of the hangover Cho.'

Chloe's head tips to the side, her frown deepening.

'Maybe, but you've kinda looked like this for a while now.'

Beca's heart stutters but she forces the smirk to stay on her face, even making the effort to raise her eyebrows in question.

'You'd tell me if there was something wrong, right?'

Beca rolled her eyes. Her hand had come free when Chloe raised up so she used it to push against the other girl's shoulder. She managed to flip them with ease, sitting on the redhead's hips pushing down the rising blush and any extra feelings that action may have provoked. Tucking some hair back behind her ear, Beca now smiled softly down at Chloe, hoping it would help convince her.

'Of course weirdo. Now come on, Aubrey's holding my coffee hostage until I get you for pancakes.' Beca said, pushing herself to stand as she spoke.

She heard Chloe squeal at the word 'pancakes' and it wasn't long until the red head had joined her in the hall, grabbing the shorter girl's hand to pull her towards the kitchen. Beca rolled her eyes fondly but let Chloe rush her along and laughing slightly as they rounded the corner and saw more than a few exhausted looking Bellas trailing sleepily towards the smell of good food. Reclaiming her previous seat Beca closed her eyes as a feeling of tiredness swept over her once again. She leaned her chin on her hand as she waited for the feeling to pass. Then someone's hand was on her back and she nearly fell off her chair. Her eyes shot open as she grabbed onto the sides of her seat. She managed to keep herself off the floor, mainly due to whoever had grabbed her and was still, in fact, holding on. Beca turned her head to glare at them for giving her a heart attack. However, her expression faltered as she looked up into the concerned yet stern eyes of the group's captain. She was holding onto the same cup she had promised to Beca earlier with one hand, while the other had now tightened around Beca's shoulders.

Righting herself on the chair Beca reached out to grasp the cup, pulling it from Aubrey's hand easily. She turned to the table, refusing to make any eye contact with the older girl, instead choosing to blow on her coffee, despite the fact it had already cooled while she was with Chloe. Aubrey continued to stand beside Beca her arm still wrapped around the small girl's shoulders. However, after a few moments she let her arm fall back to her side and walked over to stand by Chloe.

Beca watched over the rim of her mug as the two girls talked quietly. She saw Chloe shoot her a worried glance before turning back to nod at something Aubrey said. Watching as Chloe turned to face her again she saw the girl's face was set with determination and her gaze was focused solely on her. Beca immediately decided that it was time to go get changed.

'Beca?' The query was accompanied by three quick knocks.

'Yeah?' Beca called out, leaning against the sink with her phone in hand. She had been in the bathroom for around half an hour now and it seemed Chloe was getting concerned.

Beca scoffed quietly to herself, Chloe was always concerned, she needed to learn to mind her own business. Even as her mind said it, Beca knew that she didn't mean it, not really. She knew why Chloe was concerned and she knew that Chloe wouldn't stop being concerned until the problem was fixed. That was exactly why Beca had made a plan. All she had to do was avoid Chloe, and Aubrey, for that matter.

The rational part of Beca knew that it was a stupid plan and pretty much an impossible one too. However, the part of Beca running things right now was the sleep deprived, stubborn, 'I can do anything without anyone' part of Beca and so here she was, hiding in a bathroom. She'd finished getting dressed and even doing her makeup within ten minutes of entering the room and with nothing else to do to stall for time she was just playing games on her phone. And of course Chloe was stalking her.

'Beca are you alright? You've been in there a while.'

Even through the door Beca could hear the worry in Chloe's voice and knowing that she was the one to cause it sent a bolt of sadness through her stomach. Pressing the power button on her phone she put it down and turned around to face the mirror.

'I'm fine Chlo, just finishing up.'

Beca smoothed down some fly away hairs as she spoke, trying to put some semblance of truth in her sentence. Gripping the edges of the sink, Beca sighed. Her eyes still had bags under them, no amount of concealer could hide it and frankly she just looked ill. No wonder Aubrey and Chloe were worried, it looked like she could pass out on them at any moment. Sighing again Beca reached up and fluffed her hair before turning to grab her stuff. With her clothes bundled in her arms, Beca turned the lock and opened the door.

She was met with Chloe blocking the door, an apologetic look on her face. Why she had the expression? Beca had no idea and didn't stop to question it. She pushed past the redhead softly, walking into Aubrey's room to stuff her clothes into her awaiting backpack. She was just zipping it up when she heard the door click shut. She sighed loudly and stood up.

'Chloe, look. You-'

Beca cut herself off as she turned to see three people standing opposite her.

A very concerned redhead.

A pretty angry blonde.

And a brunette, looking extremely guilty.

'I'm sorry Beca. She made me.' Stacie's gaze cut across to Aubrey.

Beca's followed.

The slightly murderous look she received from the blonde girl and the shrug from Chloe, who was also starting to appear a little pissed, left Beca with only one thought running through her mind.

She….was royally….fucked.

So, again, sorry! Let me know what you think, constructive criticism is welcome! And I shall be back in two weeks!

Taylor x