AN: Thank you guys for sticking with this story. It means so much to me to know that you guys are enjoying what's being written. I hope that you all continue to enjoy the journey that the Bellas are taking together. I've decided that this story will eventually end but it will be continued by another one set a few months later. So stay tuned for that. Consider it like a sequel.
Without further ado… date night.
P.S. I do not own Pitch Perfect, 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 to this wonderful storyline.
"Jesus Christ, Chloe, you didn't even take this long deciding what to wear to your graduation." Fat Amy called from her place on the bed in their small apartment.
Chloe had been hiding behind their fold-out partition trying to figure out the perfect dress to wear to her date with Beca that night. At first she didn't think it would take that long, but it had already been two hours. Thankfully Chloe had done her hair and make-up before picking and re-picking dresses. Every time she found one she thought she liked, she realized there was something about it that she didn't. The sleeves were too long, or two short. The hemline was too low, or too high. The depth of the V-neck showed off too much or not enough. The color clashed with her lipstick, or it clashed with her eye shadow. It was a never ending battle of what worked and what didn't. It was almost embarrassing to think of how many dresses she'd taken off and on in the period of one-hundred-and-twenty minutes.
"You do realize that Beca will probably show up in a set of jeans with some spiked leather jacket." Amy reminded her, "Being fancy isn't exactly the BM's forte."
"You're not helping…" Chloe replied in a panicky sounding "sing-song."
"What about that black one with the scoop neck and the exposed shoulders? That one was cute. Hugged your curves, and didn't show off so much that you look like you want Beca to play your didgeridoo." Amy suggested, "Put that on with a set of cute heels and call it good. It's not like this is a first date, exactly."
"Exactly." Chloe replied, "It's a date with Beca." She finally opted for the one Amy had suggested. The dress hugged her curves and came down to mid-thigh length. The top had a gentle scoop to it, and her shoulders were exposed before leading to black three-quarter length sleeves. Chloe stood in front of the mirror and turned looking at herself back and front, "Are you sure? Do you think I should go with a thong? I don't really want an underwear line showing through my dress."
"So don't wear any." Amy replied, "That's how I avoid it."
Chloe blushed a little. She'd actually considered the idea earlier but had abandon it, knowing that Beca wouldn't want her to act like a whore, or that she was easy. Despite what Chloe's intimate history might have suggested. Finally after looking at herself another moment or two, Chloe shimmied herself out of the black and pink panties she'd opted to wear. She tossed them in the hamper and let herself get used to being commando, "Alright." She pulled the partition aside and stood there like some sort of reality tv reveal, "What do you think?"
"I think you should get going or you're going to be late." Amy said tossing Chloe her dark blue jacket, "Now beat it gingy."
Chloe smiled, more to herself than to anyone else, as she opened the door and headed out of the apartment and down to the lobby of the apartment building where she knew Beca would be waiting for her. Amy was right, this wasn't a first date, but Chloe knew that she wanted this first official date with Beca to be perfect. This was the start of a new life for them. Beca had met with Residual Heat earlier that day, and had discussed her future with that company. Chloe, was getting ready to attend NYU for her first semester of Veterinarian School. It was all so exciting, but scary at the same time. These were all big changes, and could require a lot of sacrifice on some people's part, but Chloe was willing to do whatever it took to make her life with Beca work.
Chloe arrived at the bottom of the stairs and found Beca just walking into the building. She smiled gazing at her beautiful girlfriend. Beca wasn't usually the get fancy type, and yet here she was wearing a set of brown heels, and a brown cocktail dress. The dress came down just above her knee in a wide skirt that hung in gentle pleats around her waist. The top of the dress hugged her body, and came down in a low scoop neck that showed off an ample amount of her pale white cleavage. A hook connected just below the neck that helped bring the shoulders in and perfectly framed the window of exposed flesh. Beca's hair was done in a simple back-do that was held together with a piece of wood and a piece of leather. It looked simple, rustic and yet completely breath taking.
Beca noticed Chloe just after Chloe had noticed her and the two stood, smiling at each other across the scuffed marble floor of the building lobby. After a moment Chloe's smile grew even brighter and she rushed towards Beca with quick steps before wrapping her arms around her and kissing her deeply. An old man made a grunt that sounded like he was offended by such a public display of affection between a same-sex couple, but Chloe only played it up and smirked, putting one of her hands on Beca's breasts and squeezing gently, getting a slight sigh from Beca before the two broke the kiss. The man walked away much quicker. Chloe's brow furrowed for a moment, "Are you wearing a bra?"
Beca perked an eyebrow for a split second before looking at Chloe, "Are you wearing panties?"
"Touche." Chloe responded before linking arms with Beca, "So where are we off to my mysterious beauty?"
"Well I booked us dinner at the Rainbow Room, and they are having a live band there, so I figured it'd be a good opportunity for you to drag me out and teach me some of those classic Chloe Beale dance moves." Beca said with a smile.
"Awww, I'm the luckiest girl in the world." Chloe said, "Though my dancing is nothing compared to Stacie's."
"But at least you don't look like a deranged stripper when you do it." Beca replied sarcastically.
"I guess Aubrey doesn't think she does, or maybe she likes Stacie dancing like a deranged stripper." Chloe responded getting into the black town car that Beca had waiting outside of the apartment building.
"Yeah, what's up with that?!" Beca said, "All of a sudden Aubrey decides to up and move back to Georgia to help Stacie raise the baby? I mean I always knew Aubrey had a toner for Stacie, but who knew she'd up and do this. It just seems sudden and not planned out. Not at all like Aubrey Posen."
"Who knows." Chloe said, "Sometimes love does strange things to people, we should just be happy that they are happy and can enjoy the fruits of their own relationship like we are enjoying ours."
Beca nodded and smiled as the car continued to drive. As they sat, chatting about this and that, Beca was becoming more and more intoxicated with Chloe's perfume. There was something hauntingly beautiful about the way it hung in the air and tickled every hormone in her body. Something about it just made her want Chloe even more than she already did. She found herself quickly clenching her thighs together and the night had barely started. Beca already knew that this was going to be a rough night. She would have to behave herself until she got back to her hotel suite. It was the last night that DJ Khaled's crew was going to allow her to stay there, after that it would be back to the crowded apartment room with Amy and Chloe.
Chloe was rambling about something as the car continued to drive down towards 30 Rockefeller Plaza. The lights came and went as the city that never slept continued its steady beat even into the night. All the while Beca continued to fight the urge to lean over and pin Chloe to the seat and take her. That damned perfume. Finally Beca looked at her, "Dude! What is that smell? It's amazing, and it's driving me crazy."
Chloe looked stunned for a brief moment when Beca interrupted her but then she smiled, "It's a body lotion called "Midnight Pomegranate mixed with a bit of pheromones. You like it?"
"Yes, but it's driving me crazy. All I want to do right now is rip your clothes off." Beca said, clenching her legs together tightly.
"Then it's doing what I'd hoped it would do." Chloe said with a clever smirk, "Don't worry Beca, we'll get to learn everything about each other tonight."
"I don't know how I'm going to get through dinner." Beca said, "You're killin' me!"
"I'll have to revive you later." Chloe said with that excited, playful smile as she twisted her torso a little bit.
Finally the car pulled up to 30 Rockefeller Plaza. The line to get in was around the corner, with people dressed in all manner of clothes, ranging from expensive and fancy to cheaper suits of the middle class. A bouncer stood at the front door with a clip board and an ear piece, keeping the group behind the red velvet cord.
"How are we supposed to get in? The line is monstrous." Chloe said as she stepped up onto the side walk and looked at Beca who had just gotten out of the car.
"Worry not, my ginger princess." Beca replied as she pulled out a business card with a small handwritten note on it out of her purse and cupped it in her right hand as she linked her left arm with Chloe's.
Chloe was confused as Beca led her up to the red, velvet cord and handed the business card to the bouncer. The bouncer looked at it, read it and then nodded, unhooking the cord and letting Beca and Chloe in. The crowd grumbled their disappointment and annoyance that the two women had just gotten in.
"Probably promised to give one of them a blow job or something." One of the wealthy men said to his date. The bouncer simply rolled his eyes and ignored the comment.
Upon entering Beca led Chloe over to one of the express elevators that took them to the 65th floor. The doors opened to the beautiful scenery of the Rainbow Room. The beautiful, small tables with the dark colored chairs sitting along the edges of the room, the round wooden-floored center of the room was left open for couples to dance to the lively music that was playing from the band on the small riders in the front of the room. Outside the windows, Chloe's bright blue eyes beheld the beauty that was the New York skyline. Lights of every description could be seen shining from buildings all over the city, creating a patchwork tapestry of color. Even the cars below seemed to have their own, ever-moving, artwork of lights. It seemed that from in the Rainbow Room, one could see the true, beating heart, of New York City.
"Beca… it's beautiful." Chloe gasped gently, "How did you get us reservations for this? The waiting list must have been at least a month long."
"Four months actually." Beca replied, "But I pulled a few ancient strings and got us VIP treatment."
"Don't tell me you went in there and flirted with Theo!" Chloe said, her jealousy becoming very evident.
"No." Beca replied, lightly swatting Chloe with her purse, "God, I do have a little self-respect. Besides, I met with Residual Heat today, not Khaled."
"And?" Chloe asked, excitedly as they sat at their small table and the waiter came over to fill their water glasses and take their drink order, "I'll have a Martini please."
"The same." Beca chimed in before focusing back on Chloe, "They want me. They have offered me a six month contract, with option to extend it to a full year if we are happy together. They aren't going to have me singing pre-written bubble gum crap either. I'll have to do some stuff written by other people, but they want to focus on me as an artist, so I'll get to do some of my own too."
"Oh my god Beca, that's amazing!" Chloe said, almost glowing with excitement for her girlfriend, "Honestly that's incredible!" She reached over and took Beca's hand, "I'm so happy and so proud of you."
"There's only one problem." Beca replied with a sigh, gently holding Chloe's hand.
"What?" Chloe was already committed to making this work, whatever she had to do to help Beca achieve this life-long goal, she was completely ok with doing.
"I have to move to LA in two weeks." Beca said, "That's where their primary recording studio is and they want to get me into recording sessions as soon as they can. They are hoping to drop a single as early as next month."
Chloe breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh that's great. You've always wanted to move to LA."
"But… what about us?" Beca asked, showing her anxiety and a moment of weakness, "You're going to be starting vet school soon."
"Yeah? So?" Chloe said, before smiling, "Lots of people do long distance relationships baby, and I know our love can survive it. We've survived so much already. We'll take turns visiting each other, and we'll call and skype all the time. Don't worry, we can make this work. I know we can."
"How do you have so much faith and so much confidence in this? In me?" Beca asked, offering a soft smile.
"Because I love you and because I believe in you. That has never and will never change. You're the only one for me Beca Mitchell and I love you both near and far." Chloe said softly, "You have nothing to worry about."
Beca smiled at Chloe, feeling so in love. She was lucky and she knew it. She and Chloe had been through so much, it was hard to believe that Chloe would be ok with Beca just running off to LA with only two weeks notice, but not only was Chloe ok with it, she encouraged it. She was so convinced that Beca would be a success, and that their love would survive everything and anything. It gave Beca hope when she usually had so little. She believed that for once she wouldn't mess this up and that she really did have a future with Chloe. They could be happy, they could really live the dream life. Beca's dream of growing old with Chloe really could become a reality. This gave Beca hope, and made her heart swell with more joy than she'd ever felt in her life. Beca Mitchell could not have been more in love than she was with Chloe Beale.