Chloe woke up the next day feeling so damn sick of her house and all the bad memories. She got out of bed and took a shower but couldn't shake the feeling that she just didn't want to be there any more. She was totally sick of everything. Fuck. And Beca seemed so damn far away.

"Hey Chloe," Josh greeted her as she walked down the stairs into the kitchen.

It was another cold day and the sun was shining into the homely kitchen through the window. Chloe remembered how Tom had slapped her the day before. He'd been so wasted. Ugh, it just hurt that memory.

"Hi."

"Jeez, Chlo', where's that black eye from?" Chloe's dad got up to look closely at Chloe's eye.

She shrugged and slid away from him, sitting down, and letting her hair fall in front of her eyes.

"Chloe Beale, what happened?" he asked, being fatherly for like the first time since Leah died.

Chloe just glared at him.

"Tom was drunk and he slapped me."

"What?!" Rachel and Chloe's mom exclaimed, coming into the kitchen from where they'd been sat next door in the living room.

"Then Josh beat the shit out of him," Chloe said. She was angry and she wasn't even sure why. She coudn't stop thinking about Beca.

"I thought you and Tom were together," Chloe's mom said, and Chloe just looked at her like she was fucking stupid; she was.

There was a moment where everyone seemed totally confused, then Josh just looked at her as if to say, now is the time to fess up.

"So, will you tell us what's going on with now Chlo'?" Chloe's dad asked.

Chloe looked at her family, sat at the table with her arms crossed tightly. Josh was sat next to her supportively and on the other side of the table was Chloe's parents and Rachel, looking at her confused and expectant.

"Sure," she nearly spat, feeling super defensive all of a sudden.

"What happened with Tom?" Chloe's mom asked.

Chloe took a deep breath and shrugged.

"He cheated on me. A lot. So we broke up," Chloe said.

Chloe's dad's fists clenched and Chloe could see how pissed he was. Josh put a hand on Chloe's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Chlo', if we knew we'd never have invited him," Chloe's mom said.

"It's fine."

"So, if you're not with Tom then are you seeing anyone else?"

Chloe was silent for a moment, then she slowly nodded.

They were all looking at her.

"Who?" Chloe's dad asked.

"Don't go mental," Chloe warned them.

"Why would we go mental?" they were all looking at her stupidly and she was so fucking pissed.

"Cos I'm dating a girl all right, I'm going out with a woman, Jesus Christ!"

There was an intense silence.

"Chloe, honey, I don't care at all," Chloe's mom said quietly. "I love you no matter what."

"Thanks."

Chloe suddenly felt pretty emotional and her mom came over to hug her.

"Why didn't you invite her?" Chloe's dad asked and Chloe shrugged when the hugging was all over.

"I didn't think you'd want to meet her," Chloe admitted.

"I'd love to meet her."

"Yeah me too."

Chloe just looked at her family. She realised she could probably invite Beca.

"You want me to call her?" Chloe asked.

"Yes!"

Beca woke up the next day with a crippling hangover. She groaned as she rolled out of bed feeling kind of...embarrassed, tired and mostly just lonely. Gosh, she could barely believe that she kissed Stacie the day before- what an awful mistake. The morning brought her a lot of clarity and Beca realised that Chloe probably wasn't cheating on her, and that she'd probably only made things a lot worse between them by yelling at her. Oh man, she was such an embarrassment...

Beca decided to get up and take a shower, getting dressed in jeans and a sweater. Still no news from the family, so her Christmas was looking lonely and sad. Still, that was better than Christmas with her relatives.

At eleven, she went into town to buy alcohol and cigarettes. Beca didn't smoke normally, mainly because Kimmy Jin ratted her out whenever she did and Jesse and Stacie hated it, but since no-one was around she took up her old habit. Beca decided to walk home; she lit up a inhaled deeply, letting the smoke bite at her tired throat. She'd fucking missed this. A little bit of self destruction to get rid of stupid emotions. She felt a lot better.

Beca's phone started to ring- holy shit it was Chloe.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Bec', it's me," Chloe said. Her voice was actually pretty bright; she seemed pretty happy to be speaking to her.

"Hi," Beca's previous anger faded away hearing Chloe's light voice.

"Um, so I'm sorry about last night..."

"It's fine, I was drunk I uh, I wasn't thinking straight..." shit did Beca tell her about Stacie or...? Oh my gosh...

"Yeah, so was Tom, he slapped me-"

"WHAT?!"

"I have a pretty rad black eye," Chloe laughed a little nervously.

Beca stopped dead in the street not even believing what she'd just heard.

"Oh my gosh Chlo', are you all right?" Beca asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So, I was wondering...would you uh maybe wanna spend Christmas with me? I miss you Bec'. I want you here."

Beca grinned.

"I'd love to."

"Yay!" Chloe exclaimed and Beca giggled.

"I'll get the first plane ticket I can then," Beca said.

"Great. Um, and I'll tell you everything when you get here."

"Everything?"

Beca was confused.

"Yeah, I'll explain later."

"Okay."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Beca grinned and hurried home to buy a ticket to Florida.

Okay sorry it's short yes it's conversational, the whole fic is conversational sorry I don't know how to change it so :/ Anyway, it's short because I have a clear idea of where to go next so that will be up by tomorrow probably

thanks for reading please please review if you have anything to say

Just a quick note, if anyone has any free time, I recently wrote two oneshots called this is goodbye and sorry's not enough...? tell me what you think, if you're procrastinating or just bored or whatever theyre not long