A/N: Thanks so much for the follows, favorites and reviews. This is the second chapter. It's the following day and it's Chloe's side of the story. There's a lot of angst on both sides as you'll see. Also I've added the first seed of Staubrey for all you fans out there. (I'm one too.) These two chapters are more or less setting the stage for the storyline. Stick with it, things are about to get intense.

P.S. I do not own Pitch Perfect, nor any of the characters or material therein. All rights of ownership go to the screen writers and production team that made Pitch Perfect. I am just a humble fan, offering his meager thoughts and visions on a wonderful storyline.

Cut me down
But it's you who'll have further to fall
Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium

Chloe's voice rang out from the small shower in the tiny shoebox apartment. The window was open just a crack to let the steam out and prevent the smoke alarm from going off. The rack of clothes was pulled in front to give her a bit of privacy while she bathed herself. Chloe's heart was glowing as she continued to sing. She got to see Beca today. Her phone had reminded her bright and early that Beca's plane would be arriving at JFK around two PM. However as much as she wanted to pick up her petite friend, she knew Beca's show was at eight that night and she would have to get ready.

Chloe turned off the water and got out of the shower and dried herself off, her voice still singing Titanium when she heard a groan and a pillow flew over the rack of clothes nearly hitting her and knocking the soap dish on the side of the sink onto the floor with a clank. "AMY!"

"It's so early, why are you up and just 'cause ya sang it with her once in the shower doesn't mean you have to sing Titanium every time you take a shower." Fat Amy complained as she rolled over, her head still a little swimmy from her hangover.

Chloe smiled to herself as she stood in their small, half-bathroom. She hadn't even realized that she did sing Titanium almost every time she showered. There was something comforting about it. Something that reminded her of the second time she met Beca. Ever since Beca had left France, Chloe had been kicking herself and privately chastising herself for using Chicago to make Beca jealous. She had no idea if it worked and now she was terrified that any chance she had with Beca was gone. Chloe was petrified that Beca would now think she was straight and not interested in Beca at all. The plan had completely backfired on her and she was left to reap the radio silence from Beca over the past six weeks. She wanted to cry but she told herself to keep it together. Remember what General Posen said "In the minefield of life, you have to be prepared to loose both feet." And Chloe had lost more than that, she'd lost her heart to the small, moody, beautiful, alternative, sexy, wonderful, crazy, brunette she'd bonded with in the shower so many years ago. She'd gladly lost her heart but now she didn't think she would ever get Beca's in return.

Chloe was snapped out of her thoughts by the ringing of her phone. She wrapped a towel around her athletically toned figure and stepped out from behind the rack of clothes to fetch her phone. Amy again groaned but Chloe ignored it as her fingers wrapped around her phone and she retreated back behind the rack of clothes.

"Hey Hey Bree, what's up?"

"Hey so I'm on the road up to New York now, I should be there around two-forty-five. Did you still want to meet up?" Aubrey asked from the other end.

"Yeah. Meet me at the Starbucks on Franklin Ave. I'll text you the address." Chloe said excitedly.

"Sounds good. Later." Aubrey said before disconnecting.

As Chloe finished getting ready she tossed on the blue and white plaid dress that she'd worn at the activities fair the year she met Fat Amy and Beca. It brought back a lot of good memories, and despite trying to recover from "Pukegate," it was a simpler time. She smoothed the dress out and added a set of two-inch heel ankle boots.

Amy had rolled out of bed, almost literally, as Chloe was finishing her ensemble and started working on her hair. She grunted as she stood up, "You're wearin' that?"

Chloe looked down at her dress and then back up at Fat Amy, "What? What's wrong with this dress? I've had it forever."

"That's what's wrong with it." Amy replied walking into the bathroom, "I mean I know you got it bad, but do you really have to wear the same dress you wore the day you met her?"

"Maybe I just like it." Chloe called back, more than a little disturbed that she could hear Fat Amy urinating during their conversation. Despite being grossed out, Chloe felt the heat rising to her cheeks as she blushed. She hoped Beca would remember.

"Uhhh yeah, or you're wearing it to impress Beca and remind her of the day you guys met." Amy said, "Sorry Gingy, no secrets from me." She opened the rack of clothes after flushing, "You talk in your sleep."

Chloe rolled her eyes, "Whatever, I won't let this distract Beca from her final show. I'm going to support my friend."

"Uh huh... you keep tellin' yourself that honey." Amy replied as she turned on their coffee maker.

Chloe continued to add the finishing touches to her look, ignoring Fat Amy's comments and just smiling to herself remembering the day she met Beca.

A Few Hours Later

Chloe sat at a small high-top table with a coffee cup in front of her as she once again checked her phone to see if Aubrey had messaged her. It wasn't like Aubrey Posen to be late, but she was already five minutes overdue for their meeting and Chloe was nervous. What if Aubrey didn't want to help her and didn't want to help her win over Beca. She knew Aubrey hadn't always been the biggest fan of Beca, but she knew that whatever her feelings were towards the petite rock star, Aubrey cared for Chloe and wanted Chloe to be happy.

A minute later Aubrey walked through the door in a pair of black pumps, and a dark blue wiggle dress. A beige, wool jacket covered her arms and shoulders and draped elegantly around her and her blonde hair bounced gently with each confident step she took. Chloe always admired that about her, the way she could walk into a room and own it without having ever been there before. Aubrey Posen commanded respect no matter where she went.

Chloe stood and hugged her best friend tightly before the two sat down opposite each other. Chloe smiled, "I'm so glad you could come up for the show."

"Me too. Traffic was murder getting into the city. Beca better be glad that she's a Bella. I wouldn't do this for just anyone." Aubrey said with a smirk. The stress was wearing on her though, Chloe could see it. Small wrinkles were starting to form on her face and her eyes looked tired as she sat across from the red head.

"I know, and I know she'll be totes glad to see you!" Chloe said, getting nervous and starting to dance around the reason she'd called Aubrey here in the first place.

"Spill it Beale." Aubrey said, recognizing that nervous fidget Chloe got when she was uncomfortable and didn't want to talk about something.

Chloe sighed, "I... You probably know this already, but I'm in love with Beca."

"Yeah... everyone knows that." Aubrey replied flatly, "I'm pretty sure everyone in the world knows that."

"Yeah but I'm like... really in love with Beca." Chloe stressed, her fingers beginning to nervously tap on the side of her coffee cup as she held it.

"I know Chlo, so what about it? You've been in love with Beca for years and now you're freaking out about it?" Aubrey asked, "What gives?" Truth was Aubrey had a secret of her own she was dealing with, but that was a story for another time.

"What do I do!?" Chloe asked frantically.

Aubrey sighed, "You tell her of course! You risk it and tell her, though I wouldn't do it until after the show. You know how Beca's nerves get."

Chloe raised an unamused eyebrow, "Really? You wanna talk about nerves Miss Pukes-a-lot?"

"Fuck you." Aubrey said playfully swatting Chloe, "I just mean I know how she's feeling. You guys have been dancing around this for years and the last thing she needs before performing in a huge show is to be hit with this. It's a lot to process. Have you guys talked since we came back?"

Chloe lowered her head and mumbled, "No."

"For Christ sakes why?" Aubrey asked, completely surprised, "You guys used to talk every day. Literally !"

"I... um... may have kissed Chicago after the show in France." Chloe said, completely ashamed. Her eyes brimmed with tears.

"Uh huh..." Aubrey nodded, her eyes narrowing as she began to realize the mistake Chloe had made.

"And... Beca may have seen me." Chloe continued, the first tear falling from her face and onto the table just to the left of her coffee cup.

"Uh huh..." Aubrey's face began to contort a bit more into reserved anger at her friend for being so foolish.

"And I may have smiled like I liked it because I wanted to make Beca jealous so she'd make her move." Chloe finished and quietly started sobbing, "But I think it completely backfired. She hasn't talked to me once since she left."

Part of Aubrey just wanted to slap Chloe and ask her what she was thinking. She controled herself and closed her eyes and took a breath, "Ok..." She reached out and touched Chloe's wrist, "It's ok... we're gonna fix this ok. I think I have an idea. It's ballsy but I think I know how to fix this. Like the saying goes, 'It takes as much energy to wish as to plan.'"

Chloe's bright blue eyes looked up at her friend, "Who said that? Your dad?" A soft smile graced her lips.

Aubrey shook her head, "Eleanor Roosevelt."

A/N: "Titanium" by David Guetta ft. Sia