Author's note: hey everyone, I got some really great responses thanks to everyone particularly the people that PMed me aw thanks so much. So, I kinda thought about all the suggestions, and I figured since this is too conversational and like superficial and shit so I thought I'd use the ideas that allow more character history and like backgrounds if you get my drift, enjoy anyway. If it's shit and you hate it then I'm really sorry I did try honestly. This directly follows on from chapter 14 btw. Sorry if you don't enjoy

Beca turned up at Chloe's apartment right on time that evening. She hadn't planned much, they were going to a pretty little French cafe Beca had found downtown, because Beca realised that she and Chloe mostly just hung out naked in Chloe's bedroom, and she wanted to surprise Chloe and do something romantic and grown up.

"Hey you," Chloe said as she opened the door.

Aubrey waved to Beca from where she was sat on the sofa before Chloe shut the front door and followed Beca out into the corridor.

"Hi," Beca kissed Chloe quickly on the lips, before they turned to walk down the stairs. "Shall we go?"

"Sure. So where are we going?" Chloe was smiling excitedly.

"Uh, there's this little French cafe in the city, it's nice, I thought we could have dinner?"

Beca saw worry flash through Chloe's eyes for a second, but she didn't let her smile falter. And then Beca remembered Chloe had a weird thing about eating. Shit.

"Um, yeah," Chloe agreed, taking Beca's hand and lacing their fingers together. Beca didn't buy it for a second- she'd actually never seen Chloe eat anything ever. They'd had a lot of alcohol together and the odd coffee...but they'd never been for lunch or dinner. Which was odd really.

So they headed down the street through town in the direction of the restaurant, dropping hands just in case anyone was around to see from college. Chloe seemed quiet, but she put up a good front to Beca, smiling and laughing at whatever sarcastic comments Beca came up with. But Beca knew her. They hadn't been dating long (two weeks) but Beca could tell that she was nervous or tense or whatever. She wasn't one hundred percent why, but Beca had definitely noticed.

They got there fifteen minutes later and the waiter took them to a table in the corner. It was small place with vintage photos and paintings hung on dark red walls with low lighting from candles on tables. There were four other couples having dinner; it was half past eight now so it was pretty busy in the small room. Beca smiled at Chloe wondering how this was gonna go.

"Can I get you guys some drinks?" the waiter, a young guy with an actual French accent.

"Ouais, je voudrais un biere," Beca said in smooth French (she took French as one of her classes). Chloe's jaw dropped.

"Oui mademoiselle, quelle biere voulez-vous?" he asked, easily slipping into his mother-tongue.

"Un Heisler s'il vous plait."

"Oui bien sur. Et pour vous?" the waiter turned to Chloe.

"Yeah, can I have uh white wine?" Chloe said, feeling kinda dumb but also shocked that her girlfriend spoke fucking French.

"Sure. And any starters?"

"Oui, je peux avoir française soupe à l'oignon? Et que pensez-vous de ma date, elle est belle, non?" Beca smirked at the waiter, enjoying the look of lust in Chloe's blue eyes.

"Bien sur, et oui, elle est magnifque," he agreed, smiling at Beca knowingly. "Would you like a starter?"

"Oh, no," Chloe blushed adorably.

"Okay, be right back," the waiter said.

The waiter left and Beca innocently checked her phone, deliberately playing off the fact that Chloe was looking at her in awe.

"Beca that was hot," Chloe said, breaking the silence, and making Beca bite her lip to hold back a grin, because she knew just how hot she was.

"What was?" Beca smirked.

"Oh my gosh I hate you stop it!" Chloe laughed, throwing her napkin at her across the table.

"I can't help being so sexy, Chlo'," Beca loved teasing her.

"Shut up- OH my gosh!"

Chloe's eyes widened ridiculously wide and she grabbed the menu and held it up to hide her face, ducking down close to the table in hope to hide herself.

"What?" Beca was totally confused. "Chloe what's going on?"

Beca turned around, she as baffled; nothing seemed strange to her, everyone was eating, there was a tall guy with dark hair in a blue shirt and jeans walking past from the toilets, nothing strange...but then the guy stopped at their table.

"Chloe?"

Chloe reluctantly lowered the menu. She could not believe it for a moment. It was Tom. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Hi," he said, but Chloe looked like she really did not wanna talk to him.

"Uh...Beca let's leave," Chloe said, standing up.

"Chloe, what are you doing, why haven't you called me back?" Tom asked. He didn't seem too angry but Beca didn't like the aggressive stance he'd taken over Chloe, or his tone of voice.

"What, why?" Beca said, not moving from her chair. She was angry at whoever this guy was but also slightly bummed out that their date was ruined.

"Why are you leaving, I just wanna talk to you jeez, would you call me back once in a while?" he spat at her, and Beca stood up, glaring at him.

"Beca, let's go now," Chloe insisted, pushing past Tom and beckoning Beca to follow her.

"Chloe I just wanna talk!" Tom yelled.

Beca shoved him hard as she walked past, and as soon as they were out on the street Chloe was walking away at warp speed and Beca had to jog to keep up, totally confused and a little pissed.

"Chlo', you wanna tell me what's going on?" she asked, skipping alongside her girlfriend, a little out of breath.

"Hmm...no," Chloe shook her head.

The street was quite empty and Chloe was walking up a hill towards the park. She didn't say anything for a while before they sat down on a bench.

"You know that guy?" Beca asked tentatively.

"Uh yeah."

"Who is he?"

"Tom..."

"Hmm?"

Chloe sighed and threw out her hands a little exasperatedly.

"We grew up together...I uh we went out for a while. His Dad is best friends with mine. One day he turned up here in Atlanta and said he was living here, I always had a crush on him, but I knew he was a real dickhead. He convinced me he wasn't somehow...so we went out and moved in together...I was totally clueless. I was naive. I took a chance. And he was cheating on me. A lot. So we broke up."

Chloe looked cut up and Beca's heart tightened painfully. She hated to see Chloe so fragile.

"That's horrible," Beca said.

She squeezed Chloe's hands and Chloe smiled in a pretend kind of way. Beca felt really fucking sad for her. She promised to herself that she'd never make Chloe feel that way.

"Yeah," Chloe agreed, sadly. "I'm so sorry I ruined your date. I just can't be near him."

"No, it's fine."

"You wanna go back to mine and speak French to me?" Chloe asked, a suggestive glint in her eye.

"Oui mademoiselle."

Beca got back to her dorm the next day- it was the last day of term before the Christmas holidays and the last day before Chloe left for Florida. Beca was dreading going home to her dad and Sheila. She had considered calling her mom but...no. Beca's mom was a loose cannon, she was unstable and needy, and even though she would love to spend Christmas with Beca, Beca would just feel so guilty about the fact that she allowed herself to lose contact with her. So, no, Beca could not deal with that. At least her dad would leave her alone, even if he did bitch at her.

The day seemed to drag as Beca dragged herself through each class, bored as hell and her mind on the fact that she had to spend two weeks away from Chloe. Gosh, it was gonna be a long two weeks. And a long day.

Chloe's day was just as monotonous, teaching was usually fun for her but she was hyper-aware that a) Beca would be left alone for two weeks with her horrible dad and b) there was a strong likelihood that Tom might also be going home to Florida and she may have to see him. She was glad to be seeing her family. But. Maybe it could've happened under better circumstances. Fuck, nothing was ever fucking easy was it?

Beca and Chloe had agreed to say goodbye to each other that evening. Beca didn't decide to try again with another dinner date, since Chloe clearly was not into that, so they were back to just hanging in Chloe's apartment. It was fun and there was no-one there to spot them together, but Beca did sort of wish they could do more relationship stuff, instead of just getting naked.

Not only that, but Beca wanted to know what was Chloe's deal with the whole eating thing. It seemed like something she should really, really know about. But Beca just hoped that she would find out over time...right?

Hey, you still coming over?xxxx Chloe texted Beca, finally back at home with a glass of wine.

Aubrey was out with her new doctor boyfriend, Michael, so she had the apartment to herself.

Yeah, I'm on the bus now, see you in five bbe xxxx 3

Chloe smiled at the text. Who would've guessed that the alternative and badass Beca Mitchell called her babe and put four kisses and a heart? Only Chloe knew that.

Chloe heard a knock at the door a while later, and quickly answered it, feeling relieved as Beca pulled her into a warm hug.

"Hey," Chloe breathed into Beca's brown hair.

"God, I'm gonna fucking miss you," Beca said, her arms tightly wrapped around the redhead's neck.

She let go of Chloe and looked sadly at her.

"I'm sorry," Chloe said weakly.

They went inside and snuggled up on the sofa, Chloe's arms wrapped around Beca, her chin affectionately resting on Beca's head. They sat in silence for a while, Chloe's thumbs gently stroking Beca's hand where their fingers were entwined. The warmth of the smaller girl was so comforting and Chloe just felt whole.

"I love you Chlo'," Beca said quietly.

Her heart practically stopped, waiting for Chloe to reply. Oh gosh.

Chloe couldn't believe Beca had just said that. But she was so fucking happy that she did.

"I love you too."

Beca turned around and looked in Chloe's eyes, almost wondering if those words had really just come out of Chloe's mouth. And then Beca leaned in and kissed her softly, communicating everything she was trying to say, desperate for Chloe to know how she felt. And after a moment Beca smiled into Chloe's lips feeling totally elated, as Chloe's tongue slid into her mouth. Chloe was so perfect. If only she didn't have to leave.

Author's note: so next chapter is Christmas chapter, hope you didn't hate it, let me know I guess

Sorry that it's been a while since I updated, I lost confidence quite a lot then i kinda started writing a movie...

anyway, review? Thankyou so much for reading! really thanks if you got this far and didn't give up