Chapter 22
A/N: Well that took a little longer than I anticipated, but we finally got the next chapter finished. Unfortunately, writing is always going to take a backseat to the more important things in life, and I hope you all didn't give up on me!
I'd like to congratulate my beta on graduating from law school! That's right people, if you steal my work, you'll be hearing from my attorney ;-). It's an awesome accomplishment and I'm super happy for her! CONGRATS!
To my Usual Guest: Thanks for reviewing! I planned this story out mainly from Beca's POV, which is why we know a lot more about her. I hadn't planned on developing Chloe's character on that deeper level, but your comment put some ideas in my head and I couldn't shake em. So you can look forward to learning a little more about Chloe in the coming chapters :-).
This chapter will flip back and forth between Beca's and Chloe's POV, so be aware of that while reading. Enjoy!
Music:
-No Diggity - Blackstreet feat. Dr. Dre and Queen Pen
Beca yawned as she entered the kitchen, collapsing drowsily into a chair at the table, oblivious to the glance that passed between her parents. It had been a month since they'd returned from Hawaii, and Thanksgiving was fast approaching. Beca had put up a fight about having to attend her senior year, but she had to admit, it was flying by.
Things between her and Chloe had been better than ever since returning from the tropical paradise, having conquered the biggest obstacle in their relationship. Between school, her music, Chloe, and college applications, Beca was exhausted. It was sort of like the week before the fall choir concert, except that there was no end in sight. She refused to compromise spending time on her music, insisting that LA was still her number one plan for the end of the year and that she was only applying to college to appease Stacie. Beca could tell that stung Chloe a little, especially with her views on education, but the redhead didn't focus on it and was extremely helpful with her knowledge of the application process.
Sleep was at a premium, and Beca was lucky to manage four hours on a good night. She consistently stayed up late at her mixing board, fixing and perfecting her original tracks. The quality was impressive for not having a soundproof studio, and Beca could only dream of what her songs would sound like after being mastered in a professional booth. She ignored the warnings from her parents and friends that she was stretching herself too thin, determined to do whatever it took to make it in the music industry, all the while trying to keep her grades up and parents happy.
Dating Chloe actually had a positive impact on her academic performance, as she spent most afternoons either in the biology classroom with Stacie doing homework, or occasionally testing out new songs or mixes on Jesse in the choir room. Chloe was true to her word, helping both of them with their college applications, especially the essay portions, and agreeing to write them both glowing letters of recommendation. As horrible as the essays were, Beca refused to equate anything to the same level as SAT prep. She decided early on it was a test from the devil that broke your spirit and caused you to see the first five letters of the alphabet everywhere. She refused to look at the giant book again after the first study session, no matter how much sex Chloe tried to bribe her with. She and Stacie had taken the test a week ago, and were now waiting on the results.
Although Beca would never admit it, she was feeling the effects of her busy schedule. She laid her head down on her arms at the table, letting loose another huge yawn.
"Becs, you're starting to worry us. You're not getting enough sleep," Ben spoke from the stove, the concern evident in his voice.
She lifted her head up, glancing over at the frowns worn by both her parents. "I'm fi...fine," she finished, unable to hold back the yawn, running her fingers through her hair.
Sheila rolled her eyes, coming to join her at the table. "Kid, you're not even close to fine," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Don't make us take away your mixing equipment just so you can get some sleep at night."
Beca's eyes widened as she replied, "No! You can't take my board. I've gotta get my demos ready and I've made some amazing progress on my songs lately. I've been in this crazy groove and I don't want to lose it," she explained, shooting her dad a grin as he placed a stack of pancakes on the plate in front of her.
"We need to set some rules, Becs," he said, returning to set the pan on the stove. "This isn't healthy. You keep pushing yourself like this and you won't make it to LA."
Beca rolled her eyes, pouring syrup on top of the steaming stack and mumbled, "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."
"Beca," Sheila said softly, drawing her gaze instantly. Sheila never used her full name unless she was super pissed or it was really important. "Beca, we would never try and stop you from going to LA, or do anything to keep you from being successful. We both want the world for you, kid...but your body is going to give out if you keep going like this. We're so proud of you for doing so well in school, for applying to college, and for being an incredible musical genius," she said, winking before continuing, "But none of that matters if you make yourself sick trying to do everything."
Beca stuck a forkful of pancakes into her mouth, nodding silently at Sheila to let her know she understood. Swallowing, she replied, "What am I supposed to do? I'm trying to juggle all these things and make everyone happy and I'm just so tired all the time..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "Music is the thing that makes me happy, and the only time I get to do that is late at night since I've been so wrapped up in homework and college applications and...SAT prep," she scoffed, her distaste for the subject evident. "At least that's over with."
Her dad spoke up, interjecting, "Becs, you know I'm so proud of you for even applying to college. But Sheila's right, college applications take a backseat to your health. You need to take care of yourself first..." he said, hesitating before deciding not to continue speaking, leaving a lot unsaid hanging in the air.
Beca knew exactly what he wanted to say. She needed to take care of herself before she got really sick. Like her mom. Not that you can get cancer from exhaustion, but she was sure there were serious consequences from not taking enough time to rest. Chloe had said something to her about it just yesterday, and Stacie had coordinated an 'Intervention' along with the rest of their friends, even going so far as to replicate the banner used in How I Met Your Mother, knowing how much Beca loved the show. She remembered how hard it was when her mom got sick, and knew she couldn't put her dad though that again, or put Sheila through it at all. No one should have to experience that.
She slowly nodded, looking between her parents before promising, "Okay, I'll fix it. I'll do better," she said lamely, sighing at their identical looks of disbelief.
"No mixing or recording after midnight," Ben said, his tone indicating there would be no argument.
Beca opened her mouth to respond, but closed it at a pointed look from Sheila, nodding again in defeat.
"Good," Ben continued, his smile still a little somber for Beca's liking."Now, let's talk about this parent teacher night that's coming up."
Beca froze mid-bite, looking up stunned. "What parent teacher night?" she asked nervously.
"The one both your father and I got an email about," Sheila replied, slicing a banana into her morning cereal. "We also received something in the mail about it, right Ben?"
Beca's gaze shot to her dad, who hummed his agreement through a sip of coffee. "When is it? How come they didn't tell us? Barden's never had a parent teacher night before."
Sheila smirked, answering, "I imagine it's because you're not invited. And no, they're trying it out on the High School to see if the parents like it. It's an opportunity for us to see what you guys go through in a typical day and meet your teachers, as well as the administration and other parents. I think it's a wonderful idea."
Ben nodded his approval as well. "I agree," he said, executing a perfect pancake flip. Turning to face them, he grinned and added, "I'm looking forward to meeting your teachers for a positive reason. I've only met them in the past when you were in trouble."
Once again, Beca opened her mouth to respond, but closed it after she was unable to offer a situation where that wasn't the case. "When is it?"
"Friday, from seven to nine," Sheila answered, and Beca groaned in frustration. "What's wrong with that? You don't have to go."
Beca's mind had instantly jumped to the fact that while she had a parent-free night, that meant Chloe would not, and Friday was one of the few nights they had to spend together. Realizing that she couldn't exactly tell her parents that, she quickly forced a relieved smile and said, "Oh yeah, totally forgot. You guys have fun going to school on a Friday night," she snickered, her tone sarcastic. Finishing off the last of her pancakes, she put her dishes in the sink and grabbed her backpack from its spot by the door.
Just as she opened the door, Sheila reminded her, "Don't forget to be home in time for The Bachelor finale tonight! We will watch it without you if you're late!"
Beca grinned, calling over her shoulder, "I'll be here. Wouldn't dare miss the finale!"
Beca threw her stuff into her locker, grinning as Stacie joined her a few moments later. "I'm an idiot for never taking this free period before," she said, watching other students hustle off to their electives.
Stacie nodded. "Oh, totally. I live for this free time in the mornings. What should we do today?" she asked, frowning down at one of her fingernails.
Beca hummed thoughtfully, thinking over their options. "Want to hang out in the Bio room?" she asked. "Ch...I mean, Ms. Beale is free now too," she corrected herself at Stacie's pointed look.
"Smooth," Stacie joked, before agreeing and leading the way down the hall. "Actually, if we're going to be productive, let me grab my Physics stuff," she said, turning back towards her locker. "I'll meet you there."
Beca rolled her eyes and nodded, mumbling, "Who said anything about being productive." She continued ambling slowly down the hallway until she reached the classroom. Pausing in the doorway, she smiled at the focused look on Chloe's face as she read the paper on the desk in front of her.
Before she could speak, Stacie brushed past her into the room, saying, "You are the least subtle person I've ever met. Hi, Ms. Beale."
Chloe's head snapped up at Stacie's voice, smiling at the taller girl before finally spotting Beca in the doorway and rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Were you just standing there?" she asked.
"Maybe..." Beca trailed off defensively, glancing back into the nearly empty hallway behind her. She closed the door and joined Stacie at a lab table, sitting down beside her friend. "I couldn't help it, you looked so ho..."
Beca stopped mid-sentence as Chloe shot her a glare. "But the door's closed," she protested, looking at Stacie for backup.
Her friend shook her head in response. "Do you want to get caught, Becs?" she asked quietly, not taking her eyes off her Physics book.
"Of course not," Beca muttered, slumping defeated back in the chair. "I can't wait until I'm free of this place," she added, looking down at her fingers until she felt Chloe pull a chair over and sit down beside her.
"Are you okay? You've seemed a little off lately," Chloe murmured, starting to grade a stack of tests from her earlier classes.
Beca looked between them when Stacie hummed her agreement, answering, "I'm fine. I wish everyone would stop asking me that."
Stacie spoke up, "We're all asking for a reason, you know...not just to hear the sound of our lovely voices. You look like you haven't slept in a month."
Beca frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm fine," she insisted, though the huge yawn that followed her statement took much of the conviction out of her words.
"Yeah, you're just fine," Stacie said sarcastically, closing her book and looking seriously at Chloe. "Are you going to talk some sense into her?"
Chloe hesitated at the furious look on Beca's face. "I..." she began, but Beca cut her off.
"Okay, do not talk about me like I need to be fixed," Beca scoffed, shifting her glare to Stacie. "I'm making certain life choices that result in a little less sleep than usual. I get that everyone thinks I'm going to just drop dead, but it's really not that bad. I'm done talking about this," she said, her tone final. Turning her attention to Chloe, she asked curiously, "Want to tell us what this whole parent teacher night is all about?"
Stacie looked at her confused, asking, "What parent teacher night?"
Beca replied, "That's what I said this morning when the parents mentioned it. Care to enlighten us, Ms. Beale," she said, her lips curling into her trademark smirk.
Chloe stared at her for a moment, before frowning and looking over at Stacie, who was desperately holding in a grin.
"You two are so obvious," Stacie said, unable to ignore the heated glance that passed between the other two. "I have no idea how no one has figured it out yet," she laughed, despite Beca's smack to her thigh. "Haven't you guys worked out all that...tension by now?"
Chloe huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, silently glaring at Beca.
Beca, for her part, looked appropriately wounded as she said defensively, "Hey, don't look at me like that. It's not all my fault."
"Maybe if you could stay awake for longer than five minutes..." Chloe mumbled, before snapping back to reality and realizing where they were. Clearing her throat, she shook her head, stating, "Ah, nevermind. That's a discussion for another day. You were asking about parent teacher night on Friday?" she asked, desperately changing the subject.
It was no use, as Stacie cracked up at Beca, teasing, "No wonder you're all tense and angry lately! You're slacking in the bedroom!"
Chloe rolled her eyes, picking up the stack of papers and returning to her desk as Beca immediately fought back, springing to her feet to wrap Stacie in the world's smallest headlock. "Don't hurt each other in my room," she called out absentmindedly, turning her attention back to grading tests.
"Take it back!" Beca said, clinging to her friend's back as she stood up.
"Get off me, you midget," Stacie retorted, digging her fingernails into Beca's arm.
Beca let go, dropping down to the floor with a glare at her best friend. "Dude, did you file those into talons? I think you left marks."
Stacie smirked, replying, "Keeps the twin terrors out of my room. I told them I'd grow them out Freddy Krueger style if they ever touched my stuff again."
"Well played, Conrad," Beca admitted, shivering at the thought. "Wait, you let them watch that scary shit?"
Stacie shrugged. "They insisted a few weeks ago and have had nightmares ever since. Idiots. Don't change the subject...do we need to talk about your lady lovin' skills not being up to par?"
Beca flushed bright red, glancing over at the smirk on Chloe's face, though the redhead didn't look up. "No, no we don't need to talk about that."
"Don't be ashamed, Becs. Everyone needs a few pointers here and there...especially if you're falling asleep before you get to the good stuff," Stacie teased. "When was the last time you made it all the way 'round the bases?"
Beca stayed silent a moment too long, as Stacie continued, "Beca! We've talked about this before. If you can't instantly state the last time you got laid, it was way too long ago."
"Stacie," Beca protested, looking over at Chloe again, who was now openly laughing at them. "Can we talk about this...never. I actually never want to talk about this with you," she decided.
A coughing noise sounded from the front of the room that suspiciously sounded a lot like "three weeks." Stacie's eyes widened as she pointed an accusatory finger at Beca. "Three weeks?! I've covered for you at least five times in the last three weeks. What have you been doing?"
Beca turned her glare on Chloe. "Seriously? What happened to being careful now? And don't say 'three weeks' like no one's ever gone that long without getting laid before. I've been a little more tired than usual."
Chloe shrugged, stating noncommittally, "A girl has needs. You're right though, this has gone far enough. Take it outside you two...preferably far away from my classroom. I've got ten minutes left in this free period and I'd like to get at least one of these tests graded."
They nodded, Stacie gathering up her books and heading to the door as Beca made her way over to Chloe's desk, determined to get some revenge for the redhead's comments. She leaned in to whisper in Chloe's ear, "Want to know what I think about every day in Bio class?"
Chloe swallowed at Beca's tone and proximity, indulging herself despite knowing she shouldn't. "What do you think about?" she asked, her voice low and breathless.
Beca nuzzled her neck, allowing her hand to trail dangerously high up Chloe's jean-clad thigh before murmuring, "How, one day, I'm going to fuck you senseless on this very desk."
Beca pulled away before Chloe could respond, smirk firmly in place as she retreated to the door, loving the few ragged breaths her girlfriend took to regain her composure. She followed Stacie out of the door, grinning as her best friend shook her head.
"That was just mean, Becs," Stacie said, chuckling.
"Could you hear what I said?" Beca asked, hoping the answer was no.
Stacie shot her a look, answering, "No, but I have some idea from the way she reacted. You went and got her all worked up and she hasn't gotten any in three weeks. What's wrong with you? You better be going over there tonight."
Beca groaned, remember the conversation with her parents during breakfast. "I can't! Tonight's the Bachelor finale!"
"If you keep her waiting much longer, you won't have to worry about what will happen if someone finds out. She's either gonna break up with you or rip your clothes off in the middle of class one day," Stacie mused, still laughing a little.
At her words, Beca felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Pulling it out, she swallowed hard after reading the text.
My Muse [11:21AM]: My place. 4pm. We'll see who fucks who senseless
Beca looked up at Stacie who was smirking at her. "You're in so much trouble," she said, laughing again.
Beca nodded, having a feeling that Stacie was very right. Shoving her phone back into her pocket, she changed the subject. "Come on. We've got ten minutes to rearrange General Posen's bookshelf if she's not in her room," she said deviously, Stacie sighing and shaking her head with a small smile as they set off down the hallway.
(Chloe's POV)
Chloe released her death grip on the sheet and ran her fingers through her hair, panting heavily as her hips settled back against the mattress. She glanced down as Beca looked up from between her thighs, the familiar smirk firmly in place on her girlfriend's face. "Yes, you're amazing in bed. You don't have to be so smug about it," Chloe mumbled, her mind still a little fuzzy as she let her head fall back onto the pillow while Beca chuckled at her words.
She shivered as Beca's lips moved over her toned abs to her chest, the brunette finally hovering above her and meeting her gaze. "I can't help it, Chlo," Beca confessed, her face now serious. "I love watching you come undone, and knowing that I'm the reason..." she trailed off as the smirk returned, full of pride.
Chloe melted at the look that came over Beca's face. It was full of adoration and trust and a word that started with 'L' that Chloe didn't want to think about just yet. She could feel it though, the way her heart always beat faster when Beca walked into her classroom or apartment, or the warmth that flooded her whenever she thought of the feisty brunette. Chloe hadn't worked up the courage to say it though. She knew she was holding back, but the thought of admitting that she was in love with one of her students wasn't the easiest obstacle to overcome, let alone the fact that said student was still seventeen for another three weeks. Once she said it out loud there would be no taking it back, and Chloe wanted to be absolutely sure before she crossed that point of no return.
Chloe smiled up at Beca, letting her fingers trace over the flowers tattooed on her shoulder. "I guess when you put it that way..." she trailed off, moving her hand behind Beca's neck to pull her down into a kiss.
Just as Chloe was about to roll on top of her girlfriend, her phone alarm went off loudly. She pulled back and reached over to shut it off, as Beca sighed and sat up, straddling her hips. Laying back down flat, Chloe let her eyes roam over Beca's body, wondering if she could call in sick to this parent teacher night. 'Absolutely not,' her mind informed her, also reminding her that she'd agreed to go out for drinks afterwards with Aubrey and Jesse. "Shit," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes at the thought.
"What?" Beca asked curiously, as the emotions played across Chloe's face. "You know, you could always call in sick and stay in bed with me instead of going to this stupid parent teacher night," she said suggestively, trailing her fingertips along Chloe's stomach.
Chloe caught her hand, stopping the movement, and fixed her gaze on her girlfriend. "No, I can't," she sighed. "I have to be there, and I also forgot I told Aubrey and Jesse I'd meet them for drinks after."
Beca frowned at her words, and Chloe sat up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind the brunette's ear. "So I won't see you tonight?" she asked. "Back to just using me for my body, Beale?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Chloe grinned. "I was always just using you for your body."
Beca's jaw dropped and her eyebrows rose. "I knew this was too good to be true," she said, her tone resigned. "But I'm taking a stand! It stops now!" she exclaimed. "I won't let you use me for sex anymore," she promised.
Chloe laughed and wrapped her arms around Beca's neck, not letting her escape. "You're crazy," she murmured, kissing her softly. "But you're my crazy."
Beca nodded, kissing her back. "You're stuck with me."
Chloe grinned happily at her words. "I'd much rather stay in bed with you than go to this thing tonight. I am excited to meet your parents though. You said they were coming right?" she asked excitedly.
Beca rolled her eyes and nodded again. "Yep, they insisted on going. My dad is thrilled to meet my teachers without having to apologize for my bad behavior," she answered with a grin.
Chloe laughed, responding, "Hmm, I'm not sure I believe that. You're such a softy," she teased, erasing the grin from Beca's face.
"Hey, I'm a badass," Beca retorted. "Note the piercings, tattoos, and badass attitude."
"Right, right, of course," Chloe agreed, thinking that the statement couldn't be farther from the truth. Beca definitely gave off the badass vibe from a distance, but Chloe had seen the romantic, soulful musician that was tucked away deep inside. While she loved the piercings and tattoos, Chloe knew she was even more interested in Beca's heart and gentle nature. "What are you and Stacie doing tonight?" she asked, walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower.
"Babysitting so her parents can go to this thing too." Beca's voice sounded distracted, and Chloe looked out to find her fingers typing something out on her phone. The brunette looked up, asking hopefully, "Shower for two?"
Chloe shook her head no. "Sorry, baby. I'm already behind and we both know what happens when we shower together," she said with a wink, moving back into the bathroom to test the water and adjusted the temperature a little.
Beca's voice called out again, "I know. That's why I wanted to do it. And by it, I mean you. I want to do you."
Chloe chuckled and rolled her eyes, stepping under the spray.
Chloe pulled into a parking space in front of the school with plenty of time to spare, despite having to push Beca's hands out of her shower multiple times. She walked quickly inside to her classroom, setting her things down and looking once more at the schedule for the evening. She had a ten minute session with each of her classes with five minute breaks in between, followed by a social hour at the end for a total of two and a half hours. 'Not bad,' she thought, looking up as someone entered her room.
"Hey Bree," she greeted the blonde happily, quickly looking concerned at her friend's expression. "Are you okay?"
Aubrey nodded, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "Yes, just a little nervous," she replied. "We've never done anything like this before."
Chloe smiled warmly. "I think it's going to be awesome," she said. "I'm excited to meet some of the parents."
Aubrey seemed to feed off her enthusiasm and positive attitude. "You're right, it will be great," she affirmed. "Are we still on for drinks and karaoke after?"
"Yeah!" Chloe replied happily. "I'm super excited to hear you sing!"
Aubrey glanced at her watch, eyes widening as she saw the time. "They'll be arriving soon! Good luck, and I'll see you at the social hour," she said, waving as she left the room.
Chloe made a short trip around her classroom, pushing in chairs and straightening up a few things. She finished just as the first couple entered her room. She quickly went to greet the pair, giving them her warmest smile and introduced herself. As more parents of her first section of freshman Bio arrived, Chloe settled in, feeling more relaxed at the funny sight of all the adults sitting at the lab tables.
The evening passed far too quickly for her liking, never having enough time to speak with all the parents in each class. The schedule gave her five minutes to introduce herself and give the parents a brief spiel about what their kids were learning in Biology this year. The remaining five minutes were used to mingle, and it was inevitable that they were running seriously behind schedule as each parent wanted to meet her personally.
Despite the hectic pace, Chloe loved every minute. She had gotten to know a lot of her students by now, and it was thrilling to her to see the similarities and differences between parents and their children. She also never got enough time to brag about her students' accomplishments, and parents never grew tired of hearing about the wonderful things their child had done. It had been a rare occurrence for Chloe to have a positive conversation with a parent while she taught at Townsend High, and she was really enjoying the positive learning environment provided by both Barden and the families at home.
As much fun as the night was, Chloe's feet were aching in her heels by the time the last group of parents arrived in her room. They were fifteen minutes late, although no one seemed to mind, and the bells that had been signalling the start and end of each "class" had long been ignored. She tried to guess which couple Beca belonged to, settling on a bearded man with a friendly face who was accompanied by a tall blonde in an expensive blue dress that Chloe would kill for.
After she introduced herself to the room and gave her short speech on what they were learning in AP Biology this year, she invited them to mingle and introduce themselves. After meeting several parents who did not belong to Beca, the couple she picked from the beginning approached her, the man extending his hand first.
"Hi, Ms. Beale," he said, his tone and smile friendly. "I'm Michael Applebaum, and this is my wife Vanessa. Benji is our son."
Chloe's smile widened at the thought of the quiet boy, cheerfully greeting the pair and immediately praising Benji's recent work in her class. Not that it was hard to do, as the boy was an excellent student, and told them how he always took the time to show her the latest magic trick in his arsenal.
As she met the last couple, she was saddened to realize Beca's parents were not there. After about fifteen minutes, Chloe got their attention and instructed them that drinks and light snacks were going to be served on the quad for the social hour. She thanked them for coming and watched as they filed out of her room, sighing as she sat down in her chair, beyond thankful to be off her feet.
Suddenly, a man entered her room, studying the piece of paper in front of him. Looking up, he asked politely, "I'm terribly sorry, but are you Ms. Beale? AP Biology?"
Chloe stood immediately, meeting his gaze and opened her mouth to respond, freezing as their eyes met. He had Beca's eyes, dark blue and full of kindness. Recovering quickly, she nodded and smiled. "Yes, I'm Chloe Beale," she answered, taking a few steps out from behind her desk as he returned to the doorway.
"Sheila, over here," he called softly, stepping aside and letting a gorgeous blonde enter the room in front of him, before stepping forward and extending his hand to Chloe.
"Benjamin Mitchell," he said by way of introduction, putting his hand on Sheila's back after the handshake. "And this is my wife, Sheila Emmerson." He continued speaking as Chloe shook Sheila's hand, smiling at the woman. "I'm terribly sorry we're late. Dr. Williams caught us in the hall about Beca and...well it's never a short conversation when it's about Beca and school," he finished, somehow managing to come across awkward and fond at the same time.
Chloe couldn't help but notice that despite the eyes and slight awkwardness, there wasn't much else Beca seemed to share with her father. His hair was a lighter brown than hers, and he was dressed like your typical college professor, right down to his tweed jacket and slightly crooked bowtie.
Sheila cut in, saying, "At least he wasn't only talking about Beca's latest detention and had some positive things to say. Apparently she's managed to only earn two in the last month, and none in the past few weeks. Such progress." Chloe bit back a laugh as Sheila winked at her, placing her hand on Ben's arm.
Chloe turned her attention to Beca's stepmother, taking in her simple but elegant black dress. The woman exuded a calm confidence that paired perfectly with the hint of fire in her green eyes. She instantly liked Sheila, and could tell by her playful sarcasm that she cared deeply for her stepdaughter.
"I haven't had to give her detention yet," Chloe offered, giving them both a warm smile. "She has been an excellent student in my class so far this year."
Sheila grinned, replying, "I think we've found the one teacher that Beca hasn't managed to piss off yet. What's she like at school?"
"Well, I am new. This is my first year, so she hasn't had as much time to get under my skin," Chloe answered, her smile growing a little wider. "She's quiet in my class. Doesn't say much, just sits at that table back there with Stacie and Benji and takes notes."
Sheila hummed disbelievingly, "I'm not sure I believe that. According to...um...Ms. Posen, I think, Beca is 'a handful.'" She let go of Ben to make air-quotes, though she seemed to find it quite humorous. "Anyways, you said you were new here? Where are you from...somewhere in the south based on your accent?" she asked curiously.
Chloe answered happily, "I was born and raised in Tennessee, and got my bachelor's and master's degrees from Vanderbilt."
Sheila nodded, commenting, "Excellent school. What motivated you to teach?"
"I love that moment when you're working with a student and they just...get it," Chloe explained, her face lighting up immediately. "I chose high school students because it's such a crucial point in their lives. This is the time where a teacher can really make a difference and encourage them to pursue interests or hobbies that they might be afraid to go after on their own. Sometimes all it takes is just one person to believe in them, and I want to be that person."
"I think that's wonderful," Sheila replied. "We need more teachers who are as passionate about helping their students in the world. What brought you all the way out here from Tennessee?"
Chloe answered, "I just needed a change. I spend my whole life in and around Nashville, and I was ready to have an adventure, I guess. I was teaching at a public school and Barden offered me the chance to come to a school where the students and administration take their education more seriously. It was an opportunity I couldn't pass up. "
"Wait a second!"
Ben had been silently taking in the conversation before his sudden outburst, pointing his finger at Chloe, causing her to raise her eyebrows and physically restrain herself from taking a step backwards. Sheila looked especially affronted until he spoke.
"Ms. Beale...You're the one that's been helping Beca with her college applications!" he said, smiling at Sheila before fixing his gaze back on Chloe, clearly pleased with himself for making the connection.
Chloe smiled again, replying, "Yes, Beca and Stacie asked me for help with their personal essays. They study in my room after school sometimes as well."
Ben smiled, looking slightly relieved as he said, "I cannot tell you how thankful I am for you encouraging her to go to college. Beca's always been insistent that college isn't for her, but I know if she just tried it she'd love it."
Sheila placed a hand on his arm before he could continue, saying lightly with a touch of warning in her tone, "Ben..." She turned to Chloe, continuing on, "We are very thankful that she has someone supporting her decision to apply to college. It was a big step for her."
"It's my pleasure to help them both. I was fortunate enough to attend the choir concert and hear Beca play. She's very talented...you must be so proud," Chloe offered, curious what Ben's response would be.
She was thrilled to see Ben's chest swell with pride and his smile grow wider. "Beca has always been unbelievably talented," he agreed. "She gets that from her mother," he added, his face falling for a fraction of a second before he turned to Sheila and the smile returned to his face. "We're doing our best to convince her of how important her education is, but it's getting harder and harder to ignore just how good she is. We know music is her future...Sheila's convinced it's only a matter of time before a record label discovers her. We're just worried that she's too young...that she's not ready for all that will come with it," Ben confessed honestly, looking to his wife for support.
Sheila nodded her agreement. "Right now, Beca doesn't even know how talented she is. My profession is nowhere near as high profile as the music industry, but I've seen what happens to young people when fame and money enter the picture. The sky's the limit for her, musically. We want to protect her and see her succeed, and unfortunately there isn't really a good way to do both. College might buy her a year or two to mature a little more and handle all the craziness."
Chloe was slightly blown away at the love and support that was radiating from Beca's parents. For a short moment she felt a twinge that her own parents struggled to support her move to California, while Beca's parents were trying to do all they could to help her succeed and follow her dream. Beca had spoken occasionally about how her dad didn't really support her dreams of being a music producer, but from what she could tell, Ben already understood where her future was and the man was pushing her down a road that would prepare her for it.
"That makes a lot of sense, and she is extremely lucky to have you two supporting her," Chloe said graciously. "I think Mr. Swanson was right at the concert when he said we'd be hearing her songs on the radio someday."
Ben sighed, though his smile remained in place. "As hard as it is for me to accept she probably won't go to college, I have to agree with him as well. Beca is so much like her mother, her world just revolves around music. Nora was one of the most gifted musicians I've ever encountered, and she used to say all the time that Beca was more talented than she would ever be. I'm not surprised that Beca's following her path, the little rebel," he said fondly, chuckling a little.
Chloe noticed that when he referenced Beca's mother again, Sheila slipped her hand unassumingly into his, giving it a squeeze. The blonde woman smiled at her, saying with a wink, "Beca has always walked to her own beat, literally. Trying to stop her would only make her to pull away harder. I'm trying to help Ben come to terms with that."
Chloe nodded, feeling her thoughts start to run wild, wondering what it would all mean for them if Beca got a record deal. She knew Sheila's words were true, that there was no way she could stop Beca from chasing her dreams, even if that meant she would leave.
She looked away for a moment, not particularly happy with how her chest tightened at the thought of Beca leaving. Ben followed her gaze out the window, instantly spotting the rest of the parents and teachers mingling on the quad.
"I'm so sorry," he said apologetically. "We've been monopolizing your time when you have so many other parents who probably want to get to know you."
Chloe shook her head, reassuring him, "Not at all! I've enjoyed getting to meet you both and learn a little more about Beca. She's..." she paused, trying to find the appropriate words for the situation. "She's a wonderful young woman and you two should be very proud."
Ben insisted graciously, "The pleasure is ours, Ms. Beale. Barden is lucky to have snatched you up, and I hope you enjoy it here."
Sheila nodded her agreement, adding, "Beca has spoken very highly of you on the rare occasions we can get her to talk about school. Thank you for being a positive influence in her life."
Chloe smiled and thanked them for the kind words, before they bid her goodbye and left the room. She hesitated a moment, wanting a moment to herself to process the interaction with Beca's parents. Chloe couldn't help but wonder if they would think she was such a positive influence if they knew what she and Beca had been up to earlier that afternoon.
"No, Chlo...you're still at work," she murmured to herself, shaking her head clear of those thoughts.
She quickly walked out into the hallway, closing her classroom door behind her, and headed down the hallway to join the large group already socializing on the quad.
(Beca's POV)
Beca jerked awake at the sound of the garage door opening, her eyes sleepily finding Stacie's amused face. She yawned widely as the twins quickly jumped off the couch and ran to greet their parents, noting that The Avengers was still playing on the television.
"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty," Stacie quipped. "We're going out."
Beca shook her head no. "Nope, no way. I'm going to bed," she said, her voice final.
Stacie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, no," she retorted, grabbing Beca's hand and pulling her off the couch. "It's eight forty-five on a Friday night, and CR is hooking us all up with fake ID's so we can go to that new karaoke bar. We're meeting up with her, Fat Amy, Benji, and some friend he's bringing," she said excitedly.
Beca frowned, clearly unconvinced, and Stacie's expression turned mischievous.
"Come on, Becs," Stacie said, her tone challenging. "Have fun for once….I dare you."
Beca narrowed her eyes at the dare, a grin forming as she shook her head at her best friend. Damn Stacie knew her too well. "Fine," she agreed. "I'm in."
Stacie grinned as her parents entered the room, and thanked them for babysitting. They quickly took off and within five minutes were driving to meet their friends. Beca found herself actually looking forward to the idea of a night out, Stacie's enthusiasm rubbing off on her as she found a place on the street to park. Stacie led her to the front of the bar where their friends were waiting impatiently.
"Finally," Fat Amy said, rolling her eyes at their slow pace. "Could you twig bitches walk any slower?"
"This coming from the person who only runs horizontally?" Beca retorted, a grin on her face.
CR stepped in before Fat Amy could respond, handing a small card to her and Stacie. "You're both idiots. Settled. You guys ready?" she asked.
Stacie looked at hers suspiciously. "You sure these are good? Where'd you get them from?"
"Lily," CR responded. "They're good."
Beca's eyebrows rose as she pictured Lily. There were more than a few rumors about the Asian girl, including that she was a drug dealer, a professional assassin, and ran an entire underground gambling ring. Beca had never heard her utter a single word the entire time she's known her. Looking around, the rest of the group seemed about as unsettled as she was knowing that Lily was behind their ID's.
No one said anything though, and CR led the group into the bar to a high top table. A waitress came up and asked what they wanted, Stacie and Fat Amy instantly arguing over drinks before settling on a round of shots and two pitchers of beer.
After showing the waitress her fake ID along with the others, Beca tucked it back inside her pocket and looked around, finding herself in between Stacie and the quiet, black-haired boy that came with Benji. She knew his name was Nick and that he was a senior too, but had never really spoken to him before.
He gave her a friendly smile, reaching his hand out, saying, "Hey, I'm Nick. I don't know if we've ever actually met."
She returned the smile and handshake, replying, "Yeah, I don't think so. I'm Beca."
He nodded. "Yeah, I remember from the choir concert. Your song was great," he said, genuinely impressed.
"Thanks," Beca replied, a little embarrassed. "The choir was better though. I just broke it up a little so everyone could have a break from the awesomeness," she joked.
Nick laughed and shook his head. "Nah, I think it was the other way around."
The waitress returned with their drinks, and Fat Amy instantly slid a shot in front of everyone. "Drink, bitches!" she shouted over the awful singing in the background. Beca grabbed a shot and tossed it back, wincing as the alcohol burned down her throat. She wasn't sure which was worse, the shot or the five girls on stage murdering a Backstreet Boys song. Stacie poured out glasses of beer for everyone as Fat Amy went on to explain how the night was going to work.
"Okay, listen up. No one gets to pick their own song tonight. I've put everyone's initials on a little piece of napkin in this beer glass. Everyone picks out a name and gets to choose that person's song. Oh, and you won't know what you're singing until you get up there," she said, her eyes challenging any of them to argue. "Last rule is you have to really go for it. No half-assing it on stage, people."
Beca quickly chugged down half her glass of beer, praying desperately that Stacie didn't pick her. She knew without a doubt that the brunette would have her up there singing Barbie Girl, or something equally embarrassing. They each picked out a scrap of napkin, and Beca grinned happily when she saw the "S.C." written on hers, knowing exactly what song she was going to make Stacie sing.
After a few minutes of careful thought, they traipsed up to the booth and put in the song selections one by one, returning to their table to cheer on the incredibly drunk guy attempting to sing Baby Got Back. Stacie shook her head sadly at the performance as an equally drunk woman joined him onstage to dance.
It only took a few more performances for the first name in their group to be called.
"Next up we have...Fat Amy? I swear it's written!" the MC quickly defended as the crowd laughed. "We've got Fat Amy singing "My Humps" by The Black Eyed Peas! Courtesy of Nick."
"Awww yeah! I'll show you flat butts how it's done!" Fat Amy shouted, jumping up from the table and giving Nick a high five, before making her way to the stage.
Beca burst out laughing, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol as Stacie refilled her glass, knowing this would definitely be entertaining. As she suspected, Fat Amy owned the song, the crowd, and everything in between with her energy and less than subtle dance moves. As the music ended, she dropped the mic and posed as the audience laughed and cheered. She then returned to their table, chugged her entire glass of beer, and said, "Crushed it. Who's next?"
It turned out to be none of them, as a few other people were called before Benji's name was announced, the MC taking one look at him and busting out laughing before announcing the song title.
"My apologies, folks! Next up is Benji singing "Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) by The Offspring" courtesy of Fat Amy."
Benji's face turned bright red as he took the mic from the MC, turning to stare at their table. "I need some backup singers if I'm gonna do this right," he said, beckoning his finger at their table. Stacie and Fat Amy instantly jumped up to join him on stage.
By the end of the song, Stacie and Fat Amy had coordinated their choreography and Benji was dancing right along with them. Beca was laughing so hard she could barely watch, cheering loudly with the rest of the audience when the trio finished.
"You guys could take that act on the road," she said, still clutching her sides from laughing so hard.
Fat Amy collapsed back on her stool, out of breath from her second song in a row. "Don't be jealous because you didn't get up there quick enough to be a backup dancer," she retorted, taking a gulp of her beer.
Beca nodded seriously. "You're right. You guys were awesome," she said, the smile still on her face.
The evening carried on in similar fashion, as Nick went next, Benji choosing Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal for him. Beca was impressed as the boy moonwalked across the stage, having been fairly reserved up until that point. Stacie followed him a few songs later with Like A Virgin, courtesy of Beca. CR was next, Stacie choosing Push It for their friend, earning her a, "Why? Because I'm Black?" from CR.
Stacie retorted, "It was either that or Pocket Full Of Sunshine."
CR shut up at that comment and accepted her fate.
Beca laughed and cheered along with the rest of their table as CR performed the song admirably, returning to the table with a shake of her head. It wasn't until then that she realized she was next, sending a small thank you that CR was the one picking her song. It was inevitable, and before she knew it, the MC was announcing her name and she was making her way over to the stage to accept the mic. Settling in front of the screen, she saw the song choice, a smirk crossing her features as she looked up in time to see CR shoot her a wink. Of course she would pick a rap song.
"It's going down..." she started, finding the rhythm and moving a little with the beat. It wasn't too bad once she got going, and before she knew it the rest of her friends had joined her on stage to back her up, getting the audience involved as well. Much to her surprise, the song ended too quickly, and she glanced around at the happy, drunk faces that were cheering for them. Her friends returned to the table and she handed the mic back to the MC, freezing as she glanced out across the room once more, locking onto a pair of clear blue eyes that she was all too familiar with.
"Oh shit," she murmured, as the stunned faces of all three teachers were burned into her memory. "We are so screwed."
(Chloe's POV)
Chloe breathed a sigh of relief as the last parents left the school, making eye contact with Aubrey and seeing similar emotions on her face. It had been a long but enjoyable event, and Chloe had truly loved getting to talk with so many of her student's parents. They were all very polite and welcoming, many offering compliments and positive things their children had to say about her. Chloe felt more appreciated in the two hours that evening than she had during her two years at Townsend High. She felt extremely fortunate to have been hired at such a wonderful school, and smiled at the feeling of contentment that settled over her. This move was turning out the be one of the best decisions she'd ever made, and she could definitely see a future here in this place.
Jesse bounded up to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders causing her to smile at his boyish grin. "Ready to karaoke?" he asked excitedly, giving her arm a light squeeze.
Chloe laughed, nodding her head yes. "So ready," she responded, watching as he removed his arm and moved it up to his lips, mimicking holding a microphone and singing, "Awweeesssoommmeeeeee!"
Aubrey joined them, rolling her eyes at Jesse, but Chloe could see the fondness behind her expression. "Jesse!" she interrupted him, waiting until he stopped singing to continue speaking. "I know I said we were going to go to my favorite place, but a new karaoke bar just opened up and it looks amazing!"
Jesse jumped excitedly, asking, "You mean Crooners? I drove past there a few nights ago and it was packed. I'm in."
Aubrey nodded, unable to stop from smiling at his enthusiasm. "That's the place. You in, Chloe?"
Chloe took a moment to regain her breath from laughing at Jesse, answering, "It sounds fun! I'm definitely in."
Jesse volunteered to drive, and led the way to his car in the back of the parking lot, peppering Aubrey with song suggestions. Chloe watched as he strolled a little closer to the blonde, gently nudging against her with his shoulder, wondering if maybe tonight was the night that Bree would own up to her feelings for the music teacher. At the last minute, she decided to give them some alone time and told them she would drive herself, giving the excuse she hadn't been feeling well and might end up leaving early.
Before long, they arrived at the bar, finding it as packed as Jesse thought it would be. They managed to squeeze inside and occupy a place by the bar, Jesse taking charge and ordering drinks for the three of them. Aubrey spotted a couple leaving a small table, darting over and grabbing a stool. Chloe stuck by the bar with Jesse and helped him carry the drinks over, the three of them crowding around the small table.
Chloe broke the silence, asking, "What did you guys think of tonight?"
Aubrey smiled, answering, "It was much more fun than I thought it would be. Most of the parents were actually very interested in what their kids are learning and wanted to get to know me a little."
Jesse shrugged, adding, "It was okay. I only had to attend the social part since they didn't add in a place for electives. Dr. Mike said that since there were more kids in the elective classes it wouldn't make much sense to include them in that portion. I get it...I mean, I have almost one hundred kids in the choir. I can't imagine trying to meet them all in five minutes."
Chloe nodded, understanding completely. "I was a little overwhelmed with between twenty or thirty people in each class. Having all the parents of your choir kids in your room would have been insane!"
Aubrey leaned in to say something to Jesse, and Chloe took the opportunity to look around the bar, taking in the bring lights and framed photos of music legends on the walls. It really was a fun place, with a large bar and an open, friendly vibe. The stage, which was currently occupied by an extremely off-key blonde, was definitely a focal point, and had a little DJ booth off to the side that housed the MC for the evening.
Chloe turned her attention back to her friends in time to hear Aubrey say, "Chloe, that guy at the bar has been staring at you for the past five minutes! You should go talk to him!"
She hesitated a moment, before glancing over at the bar and spotting the man Aubrey was talking about. He was definitely staring at her, and was actually pretty handsome, dressed simply in dark jeans and a white button-down shirt. Despite all that, Chloe's mind instantly filled with thoughts of Beca, and each way she preferred the short brunette. She turned back to Aubrey, shaking her head.
"No way, Bree," she said casually, giving her friend a warm smile. "I'm out with you guys tonight and I just want to have fun and sing some karaoke. I'm not interested."
Aubrey sighed and rolled her eyes, looking to Jesse for support. "Jesse, tell her to go meet someone! She's been here for four months, she's single, and hasn't been on one date!"
Jesse looked terrified at being put in the middle of this situation. "Well, Bree, she can do what she wants. Maybe she just wants to be single right now..." he trailed off at Aubrey's glare, looking helplessly at Chloe.
"Chloe, it's not marriage...just go talk to the guy!" Aubrey encouraged.
Chloe stood firm, a smirk forming as she knew how to put an end to this discussion, even if it wasn't exactly true. "Bree," she said patiently, waiting until she had Aubrey's full attention. "He's not my type."
Aubrey threw her hands in the air, completely missing Chloe's meaning as she responded, "How can he not be your type?! He's attractive, he's not dressed like a homeless person, and he has a nice smile. What's the problem?"
Chloe sighed, thinking of another way to get her point across. "Bree, he looks like a nice, normal guy. I just don't swing that way."
She almost died as Aubrey opened her mouth to reply, pausing as the realization hit her. It was priceless, and Chloe felt a little bad since technically she thought of herself as bisexual. But now was definitely not the time to bring that up, as Aubrey began apologizing profusely. Chloe laughed and assured her friend it was fine, Jesse desperately holding back his own grin at the situation.
"Bree, it's fine!" Chloe insisted, a smile playing across her lips. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?"
Aubrey looked almost offended as she hurriedly answered, "No! Of course not! Who you love doesn't matter, whether it's a man or a woman."
Jesse interjected, "What if it's both?"
Chloe grinned again as Aubrey gave him her most exasperated look, knowing the man was just trying to get under her skin a little. She took a sip of her drink as Aubrey berated him, defending her position that love transcends all barriers. Deciding it was time to address the elephant in the...bar...Chloe looked between the two and said, "So when are you two going to admit you like each other and go on a date?"
Both of her friends looked like fish out of water as they struggled to formulate a response, their mouths opening and closing before Chloe took pity on them, continuing, "I mean just suck it up and date, already."
Before Aubrey could say anything, Jesse's mouth closed in a frown as he stared distractedly at the stage. Pointing a finger, he said, "I'm sorry, but I swear that's Beca."
Chloe's eyes widened as she looked up at the stage to find none other than her girlfriend accepting the microphone from the MC and walking to the middle of the stage. The three had been so engrossed in their conversation that she'd completely missed the next singer and song being announced, and her jaw dropped at the sight in front of her.
Aubrey's voice sounded equally shocked as she said, "How did she even get in? It's a bar, no one under twenty one allowed!"
In that moment, Chloe allowed herself to admit that maybe her girlfriend was a little more of a badass than she gave her credit for. She never would have expected this, and of all the bars they could have gone to that evening, of course they would manage to find the one that Beca had snuck into. The music began playing, and Chloe's eyebrows rose when she recognized it, thinking to herself, 'No way.'
And then, Beca started to rap.
It's going down, fade to Blackstreet
The homies got RB, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
A dog couldn't catch me ass out
Tell me who can stop when Dre makin' moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving 'em eargasms with my mellow accent
Still moving this flavor
With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy
The original rump shakers
Chloe felt the heat flood her as Beca moved easily around the stage, clearly knowing the song well and having little use for the prompter. She winked and pointed at someone in the crowd that Chloe couldn't see, but was instantly jealous of. There was no other word for it...the whole scene was hot.
Beca was wearing her signature black Chucks, tight jeans, and a white tank top, as if she'd begun the night with a flannel that hand long since been removed. Her hair flowing over her shoulders in loose curls with a black snapback completing the outfit, making Chloe wonder how she'd never seen Beca wear one before, and hoping that after tonight she'd do so much, much more often. Chloe watched her easily keep the rhythm, her heart racing at the confidence oozing from her girlfriend the longer the song went on.
Realizing she was staring, she quickly glanced across the table at Jesse and Aubrey. The blonde was frowning up at the stage as she watched the performance, but Jesse was looking curiously back at her when she turned his way. Chloe turned her expression curious, but he only shrugged and looked back at the stage, leaving her with an unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach.
However, that feeling vanished completely when Beca started to really sing.
"Shorty get down, good Lord..."
Chloe snapped her attention back to the stage, feeling those notes hit her in places they most definitely shouldn't, forcing herself to control her emotions. It was an impossible task, as Beca continued to sing in that sultry tone that shook her all the way to her core, making her want to drag them both into a bathroom stall, or a back alley, or anywhere she could put her hands on the brunette.
Chloe couldn't tear her eyes away from the stage if she wanted to, as Beca's talent and star quality shone through on every level. It was so obvious to her that Beca was meant to be up there, on stage, singing or playing music for millions of people. It was evident in the way the room was singing along with her while she encouraged them to join her, in the way that she had reached a level of comfort and purpose that Chloe had only seen flashes of, and in the pure joy etched across her face as she performed. It didn't matter that it was some random karaoke joint in her hometown...Chloe could tell that Beca would live her whole life for moments like this where she lost herself in the music and all other cares faded away.
The surprises for the evening were not over, as suddenly Chloe saw five more of their students hop onstage and join in forming a half circle behind the brunette. She exchanged another glance with Jesse and Aubrey, the blonde seemingly having recovered from the initial shock and her face was quickly taking on an angry expression. Chloe could tell that the evening was about to take a turn for the ugly, and tried to think of a way to avoid the coming confrontation. Unfortunately, she couldn't come up with anything before the song ended, the students jumping off the stage and Beca giving the MC an easy smile as she returned the mic.
Chloe's eyes remained trained on her girlfriend as she descended the steps. She assumed Beca could sense someone watching her, because the brunette instantly looked up and met her stare, before bolting quickly over to a table on the other side of the room. Chloe turned to say something to Aubrey and Jesse, only to find the blonde gone from the table, catching sight of her marching across the room toward the direction Beca had taken off to.
Jesse sighed, getting to his feet and chugging the rest of his beer. "Let's go stop her from getting them all arrested," he said, starting to make his way through the room.
Chloe nodded, quickly following behind him as he led the way. They arrived just in time to hear Aubrey say, "All of you outside. Now."
Thankfully, all six of them looked totally busted, and left the bar without an argument. Aubrey walked the group far enough away from the door before beginning her lecture.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Sneaking into a bar? Drinking? I should call each and every one of your parents, since they obviously don't know what you're up to tonight. I..."
"Bree," Jesse cut in, stopping Aubrey's rant mid-sentence and earning himself a glare. "Look at their faces, they obviously know they were wrong." He turned to the students. "Give me your fake ID's, now."
After a few frustrated groans, all six handed over the small cards, which Jesse pocketed immediately.
Chloe stepped forward, frowning at the hopeful looks on Beca's and Stacie's faces."Have you all been drinking?" At their solemn nods, she looked over at Jesse and asked, "I'll take the girls, you two take the boys?"
Jesse hesitated, knowing that they could get in an absurd amount of trouble for what they were about to do.
Aubrey voiced the unsaid concern. "Absolutely not, Chloe. We are in no way taking any of these students home. The liability alone could get us all fired if anything happened!"
Chloe frowned again, knowing she and Jesse were on the same page with not wanting to get the kids in too much trouble. She made a decision, looking at Aubrey and saying, "Bree, they didn't hurt anyone. It was just karaoke. I think taking them home and making them tell their parents what they've been up to is punishment enough. Don't you think?"
Aubrey's lips formed a hard line, clearly disagreeing with everything Chloe had just said. Jesse's hand on her arm caused her to stay silent, and he agreed for both of them. "We'll take Benji and Nick. You take the ladies," he said firmly. "Come on guys. You better start planning your speeches to your parents because we'll be listening to every word."
Chloe maintained her disappointed exterior, despite all the emotions flooding through her. To her surprise, CR spoke first.
"Thanks, Ms. B."
The other girls solemnly echoed her thanks, with Fat Amy adding, "I've never seen Posen that mad. Not even after Beca taped her phone to the bottom of her desk and called it every five minutes during class."
Beca snickered, the smile freezing on her face at Chloe's glare. "Not funny, Beca."
"No, it was hilarious," Beca mumbled, subtly high-fiving Stacie.
Chloe sighed at the turn of events, forced to drive each girl home and listen while she tried to explain her actions to her parents. Fat Amy was first, followed by Cynthia Rose, then Stacie. As she got out of the car, the taller girl fell into step beside her on the walk up the driveway.
"Thanks for not letting Posen call the cops on us," Stacie said quietly.
Chloe smiled at her, replying, "It was the least I could do. Lord knows I pulled more than a few stunts like that growing up. It was only beer and karaoke anyways."
Stacie nodded, watching as Chloe rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open it. Chloe stepped back as she recognized Stacie's dad from earlier in the evening.
"Ms. Beale?" he asked, clearly remembering her as well. "Stacie? What's going on?"
Chloe waited as Stacie explained what happened, watching the man's face go from confused, to amused, to resigned. She hoped he wouldn't be too harsh on his daughter, as, from her experience, Stacie was a responsible kid with a bright future.
"Ms. Beale, thank you very much for bringing her home. She doesn't usually behave this way, and I appreciate that you looked out for her. It was above and beyond your job, and we are very grateful that she's home safe," the man said, beckoning his daughter into the house.
Chloe hesitated, unable to help herself from asking, "It really wasn't that bad. Just a few drinks and karaoke. I hope you won't be too harsh on her...Stacie's an excellent student and seems very responsible..." she trailed off at the man's smile.
"We are very proud of the daughter we've raised. Kids do stupid things, and as far as I'm concerned, there are many worse places they could have snuck into than a karaoke bar," he replied. "I hope you're almost done with these trips, and have an uneventful rest of your evening."
Chloe returned his smile and nodded, wishing him a goodnight and returning back to her car to find Beca in the passenger seat. She slid behind the wheel, running her eyes over her girlfriend before starting the car.
Beca smirked, asking, "So are you taking me home...or taking me home?" The inflection in her voice made it clear what she was asking.
Chloe looked over at her and sighed, replying, "I'm taking you to your house, Beca." The brunette's face fell, and Chloe backed out of the driveway before adding, "As much as I want to take you back to my place and tear your clothes off after that song, the only thing that's keeping Bree from turning you all in is the hope that your parents will ground you all for life. It'd be super suspicious if I don't take you home."
Beca slid her hand onto Chloe's thigh, asking, "So you liked the song?"
Chloe shivered at Beca's touch, driving the short distance to Beca's street without responding. Parking the car in a dark spot away from the streetlight, she leaned over and kissed Beca furiously, one hand sliding behind the brunette's neck into her hair. Just the thought of Beca rapping had her blood running hot, letting out a frustrated groan at the lack of contact due to the awkwardness of her front seats.
Beca read her mind, pulling away gasping, "Backseat."
Chloe's better judgement lost out as she gave in and slid into the back, pulling Beca on top of her and knocking her hat off in the process. She paused, grabbing it and placing it firmly back on her head, much to her girlfriend's delight.
"Like the hat?" Beca asked, adjusting it slightly, before running her finger up Chloe's bare thigh under her dress.
It was quick and dirty, and Chloe would have been embarrassed at how fast she came if Beca hadn't started singing No Diggity in her ear, completely distracting her. The memory of Beca moving around the stage, paired with the same sultry tone had her crying out, hands clutching desperately to her girlfriend's hips.
Beca grinned as she sat back, moving to strip off her tank top when Chloe stopped her. At the brunette's confused look, Chloe pushed her back and sat up, running her fingers through her hair and shaking it out. "Let's go," she said, moving to exit the car.
Beca's jaw dropped and she grabbed Chloe's wrist to stop her from leaving. "Wait, come on. You can't leave me high and dry!" she said anxiously.
Chloe winked at her, replying, "Consider it your real punishment, since we both know your parents are going to let you off easy."
"Seriously?" Beca was looking desperate now, and Chloe could feel herself giving in by the second. "Chlo...please," she begged, taking Chloe's hand and pressing it between her legs. "I need you."
Chloe sucked in a deep breath, feeling the heat through her girlfriend's jeans. She undid the button and zipper, slipping her fingers inside, smirking as Beca sighed at the contact. Chloe continued rubbing and teasing, hearing Beca's breath pick up, her hips moving in rhythm.
Chloe suddenly stopped and withdrew her hand, Beca looking up at her incredulously. "Let's go," she said firmly, leaving Beca frozen in place as she exited the car. Leaning her head back down before closing the door, she added with a wink, "That's for teasing me at school."
Chloe shut the door, smirking at Beca's loud groan from inside the car, and waited patiently for her girlfriend to compose herself. She shouldn't have indulged Beca, but Chloe was only human and she had been insanely turned on ever since the brunette had rapped the first line at karaoke. Hopefully, Beca wouldn't be too mad at her, but it was hard to be too nervous when she was still feeling the positive effects of her own orgasm.
After a few minutes, Beca climbed out of the car, shooting Chloe a grumpy look. "That was mean," she huffed, and began walking down the street to her driveway.
Chloe hurried to catch up with her, apologizing immediately, "You're right. I'm sorry, baby." Her voice was sincere and could thankfully tell that Beca wasn't really angry, just horny.
"You could have just stuck with no instead of getting me all worked up," Beca said grumpily. "Since my parents will definitely ground me and we might not have a night together for months."
Shit. Chloe definitely hadn't considered that possibility. She had actually already been planning to spend the following night making it up to Beca in every way possible, and her heart sank at the thought of her girlfriend getting put on lockdown.
"Didn't think that far ahead, did you?" Beca scoffed, coming to the realization as well.
Chloe sighed, responding, "I'm sorry, Becs. I didn't think about it. Do you really think they'll ground you?"
Beca looked at her thoughtfully, before answering, "Toss up. Dad will ground me. Sheila will let me off easy. Depends on who's still awake."
Chloe silently prayed that Sheila answered the door, ringing the bell and stepping back. She let out a relieved sigh as the door opened, revealing the blonde woman in sweats and an overlarge hoodie. Sheila's eyes darted back and forth between them, taking in the situation before stepping aside, saying, "Come on in. I'll go get Ben."
Beca instantly said, "Wait, don't get dad! It's not that bad, I swear!"
Sheila rolled her eyes, responding, "Save it, kid. Your teacher just had to drag your ass home after midnight from whatever trouble you got yourself into. We'll meet you in the living room."
With that, Chloe watched her walk upstairs, before following Beca into the living room. She decided to sit in the chair, leaving Beca to sit on the loveseat while they waited for her parents to return. A few minutes later Sheila returned, Ben following sleepily behind her wearing pajama pants and a white t-shirt, cinching his robe closed as he walked.
"Please excuse my pajamas, Ms. Beale," he said immediately apologetic.
Chloe nodded, watching them sit down on the couch and look at Beca expectantly.
Beca sighed and explained, "A few of us managed to get fake ID's and we snuck into the new karaoke bar on Benton Street called Crooners. We had a few beers and each sang a song before Ms. Beale, Ms. Posen, and Mr. Swanson caught us and drove us home."
Chloe fought with everything she had not to burst out laughing at the proud look on Sheila's face, and how much it contrasted with the frustrated one on her husband's. It took one look to completely understand how difficult it must be to parent Beca.
Ben looked at his wife, rolling his eyes immediately as he took in her expression. "Perfect. You're impressed," he sighed, looking back at his daughter.
Chloe did the same, just in time to catch the look that passed between Beca and Sheila.
Ben then addressed her, asking, "Ms. Beale, is that what happened?"
Chloe nodded, answering, "We arrived at the bar, and removed the kids when we discovered they were there. After they admitted to drinking, we decided that the safest option was to drive them home."
Ben looked back at his daughter, thinking carefully before saying, "Grounded until your birthday. Go to bed."
Beca's face fell, but to her credit she only nodded and left the room, her footsteps heavy on the stairs.
Chloe looked hesitantly at Ben and Sheila, as the blonde said, "Ben, little harsh don't you..."
Ben's look froze his wife mid-sentence, and Chloe felt more and more awkward by the second. "Drinking, Sheila?" he asked, running a hand through his short hair. "Fake ID's? Bars?"
"It was a karaoke bar," Sheila pointed out, choosing her words carefully. "And she would get up to much worse next year as a freshman in college."
Chloe completely agreed with that logic, her own freshman year coming clearly into mind. She stood, not wanting to be there as her girlfriend's parents discussed her punishment. "I'll just leave you two..." she trailed off, as Sheila jumped up to escort her out.
Ben quickly said, "Thanks for bringing her home, Ms. Beale. It was a pleasure meeting you earlier, and I'm so sorry the night had to end this way."
Chloe shook her head, replying, "It's no trouble, really. We were just happy that the students all made it home safely."
Ben nodded, returning to his seat on the couch, looking down at his hands.
Chloe allowed Sheila to lead her to the door, looking curiously at the blonde when she whispered, "Don't worry, I'll look out for the kid. None of the rest of them are getting it too bad, right?"
Chloe smiled and subtly shook her head no, feeling better at Sheila's smirk. 'I knew I liked her,' Chloe thought, saying goodnight and heading down the driveway to her parked car.
A/N: Thank you to my incredible beta, Ravenclawsome33, J.D.! So cool, haha.
Thanks also to everyone who continues to read, favorite, follow, and review! I'm still overwhelmed at the positive reactions to this story. You guys are awesome!