Watsup dorks! Tommorow I will be in Spain, so consider this as my parting gift to you ;)

"Chlo? It's time to wake up. Come on... It's past twelve!" Beca yelled when she knocked three times on her best friend's door. The ginger had hit a little too many drinks at that party yesterday, and if there was something the ginger was highly sensitive of, it was booze. Chloe always had the tendency to lose her boundaries whenever she was drunk. Yesterday night was no difference.

Chloe had found a way to take off her shoes, with some support from the brunette. "Oh my God girls! We are going to the Worlds!" She fanatically said. After that she took off her blouse, swung with it above her head like it was some kind of lasso, then jumped into the pool. Getting her out of the pool hadn't been that difficult. Getting her home was a different story. She could barely walk, let alone keep herself balanced on both feet. Beca took the intoxicated ginger to her room, where she elegantly stranded on her bed, quite literally. Beca figured she couldn't leave Chloe in her wet clothing so after closing the door she took off the red head's pants. Chloe didn't really protest, she actually encouraged Beca. Continuously talking about how much she loved her and what a good a friend she was. Beca got a strange feeling when stripping the ginger off her wet clothing. She was soaked. It was hard enough to get her skinny jeans off which were much to Beca's surprise even tighter. When Beca tried to dress Chloe with a new shirt, something happened. Chloe pulled her into a kiss, short, yet long enough to know this wasn't just friendly. Despite the awkward situation, wetness and nose bumping, it felt really nice. Beca swore she had lost herself for a moment and actually started to kiss back. Still, Chloe just kind of dozed off immediately after, leaving the brunette to freak out. What did this mean? Beca tried to clarify Chloe's actions. She was just drunk... It was the booze, nothing else. After regaining her sanity, she pulled the covers over Chloe and left the room, so they could both get some sleep.

She reckoned the ginger was going to be tired, as were the others. Still it wasn't something for Chloe to stay in bed this long. "Chlo?" Beca opened the door and found Chloe hiding underneath her bed sheets. "Come on sleepyhead!" Beca pulled the covers from the ginger, who let out a plaintive sigh shortly after. Beca soon realized something was up. She noticed the way Chloe was laying all curled up in a small ball, shaking like a drenched cat. "Dude...You're shaking, are you okay?" She asked.

"I don't f-feel so well." Chloe whimpered, with a hoarse voice.

Beca laid the sheets back, and then got down on one knee at Chloe's side. "I think you've got a fever... You're burning up." Beca said worried when she placed her hand on the others forehead. "Not now... Not today. I don't want to be sick..." Chloe cried out. She had just enough energy to make a fist and punch her pillow. "Well it's your own fault for jumping into that freezing pool." Beca smirked.

"I was drunk." Chloe defended.

"You're going to use that as an excuse?"

Chloe sighed. She didn't have the energy for this. Then her face cramped up.

Beca furrowed her eyebrows. "Why are you making that face?"

"AACHO!" Chloe had to sneeze. Into the direction of the brunette, whose eyes were closed in a reflex. "Was that necessary?" Beca said, wiping a few trails off her face.

"S-Sorry..." Chloe was grossed out when wiping away the snot dripping down her nose.

"It's fine, let me just get you something..." Beca left to briefly return with a roll of toilet paper.

"Here... Blow your nose." Beca said, handing over a piece of paper. "You're not leaving your bed today. You're sick. You need rest." She didn't fully understand where this maternity came from, but when she looked down at the ginger, eyes all watery, cheeks flushed and lips pursed, she couldn't help but feel the need to nurse Chloe. "Can I get you something? Maybe something to eat or drink? A sandwich... or egg? You name it."

"A sandwich would be nice..." Chloe mumbled, hiding her face behind the covers.

"I'll see to it my lady." Beca said, tucking the red head in before leaving the room.

After having fed Chloe single handedly, Beca dipped, with a wet cloth, the sweat of the ginger's forehead. "I'm going to measure your temp." Beca said before pushing a thermometer in her mouth. "Bwyou bnow you're overwreacting?" Chloe muttered, barely understandable with that thing in her mouth. "I'm not. I'm just making sure you're alright..." Beca replied.

"You're worried." Chloe's smile turned into a wide smirk. Why else would she go through so much trouble? People get sick all the time.

"Shut up." Beca giggled.

Beca pulled the thermometer back when it beeped. "Jesus, 103.64°F!" Beca spat out. Chloe remained calm; it was not like panicking was going to resolve anything. "Calm down Becs..."

"I'm calm..." Beca defended. She noticed how Chloe was shaking. "Are you cold?"

"I'm freezing..." Chloe shivered. This was all the motive Beca needed, to join her in bed.

"What are y-you doing? You're going to get s-sick this way..." Chloe muttered.

"I won't... Don't worry about me." Beca said reassuringly to comfort the ginger. They snuggled close to each other. Beca wrapped her arm around Chloe, so she could lay down her head on her chest. She felt her shiver within her grip. It sucked she couldn't do anything else to help her. And of course there was that one question about yesterday. Did she remember what had happened? Beca thought. "Hey Chlo?" She started.

"Hmm?" Chloe replied, halfway asleep.

"Do you remember what happened yesterday?"

"I remember jumping in that freezing pool... Such a smart idea." Chloe pursed her lips.

"Nothing after that?" Beca continued. She just wanted to be sure.

"No... Not really. Why?" Chloe asked, now curious.

"Oh... Nothing. It can wait..." Beca mumbled. She didn't want to saddle Chloe up with new things to worry about. She had already so much going on right now.

"No, I want to know. Did I do something embarrassing?" Chloe pushed trough. She wanted to get to the bottom of this.

"Actually... You sort of... kissed me." Beca nervously chuckled.

"I... Kissed you." It took a moment for the ginger to process. She has had a crush on Beca ever since they sang in the shower together. She wanted to kiss her for so long, but not like this. "And how do we think of that?" She needed to hear Beca's thoughts first. This wasn't something that could be thrown out in the open to easily.

"I don't know... It didn't mean anything right? I mean you were just drunk." Beca tried to find a logical explanation.

"Right yeah-" Chloe started coughing.

"Chloe?" Beca sounded doubtful.

"It didn't mean anything." Chloe said. She almost sounded disappointed. She wanted to tell her so bad. Tell her that she had the worst crush on her, but was afraid to be rejected. What if it would change everything between them? She could never put their friendship at risk.

"Get some sleep..." Beca whispered softly, when she got aware that Chloe's eyes continuously dropped. "Love you..." Chloe murmured.

"Love you too weirdo..." Beca smiled, bumping her head against Chloe's.