A/N: Hello! So, if you were following it, you probably know Bechloe didn't make it through round 3 of the femslash tournament. We put up a really good fight and were right with them until the end. Everyone should be proud. Maybe we can make it happen next year. Have no worries though because this chapter brings fluff and, what I think, are some entertaining moments. This chapter is almost 100% original content. I had a LOT of fun writing certain parts. I hope you have just as much fun reading them. Thank you all so much for all of the reviews, favorites, and follows! They make me feel like I'm doing something right and improve things that I'm slipping on. With that being said, there was some confusion with dream Chloe by a guest reviewer that I want to clear up and another guest I just want to reply to. I'd normally PM you, but you don't have accounts so I can't. So I'm going to reply directly below. Feel free to skip down to the chapter content. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Guest 5: Dude, I seriously want to hug you or something because you got it! Your interpretation is pretty much spot on what I was thinking. Thank you, I'm glad you liked it!

BeyPH: This might be a tad long of a response. So Beca and Chloe haven't seen each other for 6 years. The whole time since they've been separated Beca pushes Chloe further and further away from her until the only place she exists is in her dreams. Until they meet again at Barden, then she realizes Chloe is in fact real, which she has known all along it's just a confirmation of sorts. Dream Chloe makes it easier for her to deal with everything. Basically a "She's too good to be real so certainly I made her up" thing. Like when someone has a traumatic experience and they block it out, except in Beca's case Chloe appears in her dreams. From this all, dream Chloe is an idealized version of Chloe, basically all the best parts of Chloe Beca remembers of 15 year old Chloe. So when I mention "dream Chloe" I literally mean the version of Chloe from Beca's dreams. Hence reality meeting her dreams equating to lots of confusion. When they first meet again, Chloe definitely recognizes Beca it just doesn't click at first. Otherwise she wouldn't have asked Beca if they knew each other. You have to remember she knew Beca when Beca was 12 years old. Beca didn't go through puberty really until freshman year of high school. Also Beca has a bunch of new piercings and tattoos and a completely new style. It's like when you see someone and you can't place them, but you know you know them. That's my thought process. You can decide for yourself if it's believable. I'm glad my fic slowly grew on you and now you are addicted! I hope you like what's to come! (Sorry this is so long.)

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Chapter 7

The next day Beca spent extra time on her appearance. She was nervous and she wanted everything that was in her control to be perfect. Or at least as close to perfect as possible. After the riff-off, she wasn't sure if Chloe and she were on good terms. Sure the older Bella had been sending her text messages like usual, but Beca hadn't replied. She wasn't sure what to say or if she started talking if the questions from the previous night would resurface. All questions Beca wasn't ready to answer yet. So she had been abstaining from Cloe Beale. Bellas practice was in a few hours though and then she would have to see Chloe.

So she looked at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, ignoring her roommate's amused sly glances, smoothing her trademark flannel out. Then she would go over her hair, eliminating as many fly aways as possible. The next few hours she tried distracting herself by mixing. Before she knew it, it was time to go. She spared one more glance to the mirror before grabbing the, now, normal thermos of tea and leaving. Then she was at the gym door, heartbeat pounding in her ears and palms perspiring. Beca didn't know why she was so nervous, it was Chloe after all. It's not like she possibly devastated Aubrey or something. That wasn't it though because the problem was that the situation felt a lot like that day way back when Beca moved to Seattle, leaving Chloe behind. That was it. She was terrified of losing her best friend again. Well her old best friend. Her old best friend she was quickly falling for. Again.

Any trepidation she had was cut off by a very familiar loud Aussie.

"Are you going to open the door or just keep staring at it? Can you not reach the handle? Do you need a step stool?"

Beca just glared at Amy in response.

Amy put her hands up in the air, defensively. "What? Just trying to help a fellow Bella out."

"I got it." Beca muttered.

"Let's get a move on then. I already do enough horizontal running. I really don't want to get on the Mitchell running plan for being late and add more vertical running because you have little t-rex arms."

Beca spun on Amy and her facial expression morphed into something between a scowl and a pout. "I don't have t-rex arms!"

"Then prove it. Get a pushing Mitchell."

"Just give me a moment. Okay?"

"Why do you have to summon the powers of the leprechauns?"

"I'm not even Irish. I don't even have red hair!"

"Yeah, but the way you look at big red and she looks at you, you would think it'd be catching."

"Amy… just… Shut up."

"In Tasmania I was the champion of the world's largest game of the silent game. Total pro here."

Beca pinched the bridge of her nose. "Dude, I really don't think you understand the concept of quiet."

That's around the time Stacie walked up.

"Hey, what's the hold up?"

Amy spoke up before Beca could answer. "The big B.M. is having trouble with the door because of her little t-rex arms. So she's trying to summon the power of her people, but can't cause she got ginger minge on the mind."

Stacie just arched an eyebrow. "Sounds kinky."

"You have no idea."

Beca threw her hands up in the air, mindful of the tea in her hand, letting out an exasperated sigh. "That's not even- that's… She's not- I'm not. Eeeeeerrrgh! Never mind!"

Then she stomped into the auditorium, completely forgetting about all her nerves and fears of awkwardness. She thrusted the thermos of tea into Chloe's hands and then stomped off to her seat, trying to ignore the two Bellas that had followed her.

"I think we broke her." Amy stated simply.

"I've been known to have that affect." Stacie's voice was pure silky seduction.

Beca just sat in her seat arms crossed pouting. That was at least until she caught the eyes of a certain redhead smiling fondly at her over a thermos of tea. She found herself softening. She refused to give in, to reciprocate a smile, but it was there at the corners of her mouth and lingered in her eyes. It fully blossomed at the one hour break, when Chloe bound over to her, thermos in hand. Chloe's smile seemed to grow the closer she got. Then she was pulling Beca into one of her favorite hugs. Beca was more than happy to sink into it, enjoying everything there was that was Chloe Beale.

"Thank you so much for this Bexs. I really needed the tea today. My throats been a bit scratchy."

Then Chloe was pulling back to look at Beca, eyes sparkling. The younger woman pushed her hair out of her face self-consciously as she diverted her eyes briefly. "It-It's nothing really."

"Well, it's still totes sweet." Then Chloe kissed Beca's cheek and skipped off to Aubrey to get ready for the second half of practice.

Beca instantly blushed as a goofy smile made its way onto her lips. When she looked up, pushing back her hair again, she noticed Amy looking at her slurping her water and munching on something like the Aussie was watching a daytime soap. Then she was looking pointedly at Beca as she mouthed, 'Ginger minge on the mind.' Beca's blush instantly deepened. She tried to shoot the Aussie a searing glare, but it wasn't very affective given her obviously flustered state. As soon as Amy looked away, she noticed Stacie, who winked at her and mouthed for her to 'Get it!', with a well-timed hip thrust. Then there was Cynthia Rose who was just humming innocently, at least that's how it seemed, until she realized what she was humming. It took Beca a moment, it was an older song, but as soon as she realized CR was humming the beginning of 'Let's Talk About Sex' by Salt n' Pepper, Beca's face somehow became even redder, her eyes going wide. Then there was Lily who was just standing off to the side by herself with a slightly disturbing smile, just staring at her. That last one really bothered her. So Beca just went back to her seat, huffing as she sat down, mortified, her face beet red.

Then Chloe took her usual seat next to Beca, who was trying to look menacing, but was failing given the color of her face. Chloe prodded Beca in the side, trying to figure out what had happened to Beca. Beca just sat there stiffly muttering for Chloe to stop, while she tried to ignore the fuzzy feelings sent through her body with each poke administered by her co-captain. She eventually simmered back down to her normal complexion and everything was fine.

When Chloe looked like she was starting to get tired and out of focus midway through the second half of practice, Beca didn't think twice before throwing a honey packet at the redhead. Chloe gave her the usual look of adoration and accompanying smile and Beca smiled shyly back at her. When she looked away from Chloe, she caught the eye of Amy and her smile started to droop. It only fell further as she looked at all the other Bellas until it turned into a scowl. They were all grinning knowingly at her, making little hearts in the air with their hands or pretending to swoon when Chloe and Aubrey weren't looking. The whole practice consisted of those smiles, air hearts, and fake swoons. Which led to extra protests from Beca when Chloe went flush against her back to correct Beca's dancing. Her face was a continuous mask of scowls, especially after Chloe helped her with choreography, each Bella whispering a teasing remark at Beca as she stepped back in line with them. Chloe was apparently oblivious to it all. After all she didn't say anything. And this definitely would have been one of those things where she joined in with the Bellas until Beca told them all to shut it. Then she'd drape herself all over Beca and it'd be fine. It was disgusting how easy it was for Chloe to change Beca's sour disposition into something almost light and content.

On the plus side, all of the Bellas's antics distracted Beca so thoroughly the worries she brought with her to practice were forgotten. That was until they all sat down for the closing remarks of practice. That's when she noticed just how close Chloe was sitting next to her. So close that if either one them so much as shifted a centimeter in any direction, their knees or shoulders would be brushing. With the realization came the realization that Chloe was not mad at her, which was strange. Chloe was one of those people that kept coming at a person with the same question until she was given an answer. Especially if it was about a more serious topic. It was always done gently, with light prodding and well timed reintroductions of the unanswered questions, usually reworked. But there Chloe was, just sitting there, acting like nothing happened. Maybe it was another one of those differences between 15 and 21 year old Chloe? Or maybe her old friend had consumed more alcohol than she had thought and didn't remember anything that happened the previous night? Beca really wasn't sure. She was so lost in thought she did not register anything that was being said around her.

"Beca?"

"BECA?"

Her full attention snapped from Chloe to an annoyed looking Aubrey Posen at the front of the room. "What?"

"Your ear monstrosities, you are not wearing them tomorrow?"

"What?... Why wouldn't I wear them?" Beca's brow furrowed.

Aubrey sighed exasperated and her voice raised in volume. "Did you listen to a single thing I said?"

Beca just blinked at her. Then Amy piped up, "Naaah! She was too busy praising our oh' might co-captain in her mind."

Then a confused Chloe, sitting next to Beca, asked, "What do you mean?"

Then it was Stacie's turn to put in her two cents. The voluptuous woman shifted in her seat before she began. "Oh you know…. Mmmmmhmmmm Oooooh Chlooo-"

Beca's eyes went wide and her face immediately flushed. She fumbled for the empty thermos in between Chloe and her's chair and then chucked it at Stacie, effectively cutting off Stacie's vocalization when the thermos made contact with the moaning girl's boob.

Stacie immediately began rubbing her breast and shot Beca an appalled look. "Ow! Mitchell that was my left tit."

"You have another one." Beca scoffed, crossing her arms.

"But that was my good one."

Cynthia Rose was about to say something when Aubrey cut in again, silencing them all. "That's enough! This is not Bella behavior! You all better be on your best behavior tomorrow or else… or else we will be running the whole time at our next practice!"

Everyone collectively groaned. Beca still had no idea what was going on.

"Wait, what's going on tomorrow?"

Aubrey pinched the bridge of her nose as her other hand rested on her hip, elbow stuck out, clearly exasperated. "OH. MY. GOD! Will someone please explain to the hobbit what's going on?"

She didn't even wait for anyone to answer before marching out of the room. Beca was left looking around the room, mildly offended at being called a hobbit, but mainly looking for someone to take pity on her, puppy dog eyes in full affect. Everyone slowly trickled out, all looking at her encouragingly. Amy added on a head pat as she passed her and Stacie just looked hurt as she continued to rub her breast. The only person left to explain everything was a smirking Chloe that looked strangely pleased with the events that just took place. Maybe she was aware of everything that had been going on during practice. Shit!

Luckily Chloe was nice enough not to mention anything that she may or may not have noticed during practice. Instead she helped Beca up from her seat and led them out of the gym. She took Beca to a coffee shop where she explained everything, Beca sipping an Americano and Chloe enjoying a lemon tea sweetened with honey. Apparently the pretentious frat party they had gone to and failed performing at was the only way they had raised money each year to compete collegiately in acapella. Now, since that money had fallen through, Aubrey was looking for other opportunities. One of those opportunities being a performance at a retirement home. They were to all be dressed in uniform and at the gym at 5 pm to be bussed over together. Beca thought it was ridiculous and was going to skip out, but then Chloe informed her that Aubrey had all their schedules and knew that they were all available. Beca's response was to groan and then pout into her coffee. Chloe just laughed at her before calling her a 'drama queen' and interlacing her hand with the one Beca let lay flat on the table. They sat there for the longest time, sipping their beverages and leaving their hands interlaced on the table, Chloe's thump occasionally stroking Beca's knuckles as they talked. They left each other with shy smiles and a hesitant hug. Chloe added a quick kiss at the corner of Beca's mouth at the last second. It felt a lot like a first date.

The next day Beca begrudging shrugs on her Bellas uniform and makes it to the auditorium with only a minute or two to spare. She smirks, enjoying the fuming captain that meets her at the buss's door. She sits down by herself, but Beca's solitude does not last long. Chloe slips into the seat next to her under some lame pretense of needing her vote for where they were going to eat after their performance. A question that could have been asked from the redhead's original seat, a row back on the other side of the bus. Beca really wasn't complaining, Chloe's knee pressed into hers and hand occasionally gripping at Beca's forearm to get her to look at this or listen to that. Her hand always lingering and trailing down to graze the back of Beca's hand. She always hesitates there, as if she wants to interlace their hands again, her brows furrowing just so. It's such a fleeting action Beca barely has time to take it in. Instead she steals glances of her old friend bobbing to songs emanating from her I-pod, mouthing the words. Beca's co-captain's body briefly pushing into her's with some of the movements. Beca responds appropriately, glaring at the redhead who only smiles in return, Beca's glare not really reaching her eyes like it does when she means it. Then she's smiling back, of course after Chloe looks away. Aubrey spends most of her time glaring, arms crossed, at the hobbit, who seems enamored with her friend, and her best friend, who seems far too into it for it to be called friendly. Only, unlike Beca, her glare was very much real.

Before they know it, they are at the retirement home. It looks pretty much how Beca thought it would be. The typical square government issued tan building. The rooms seeming more like hospital rooms than actual rooms. They have that antiseptic smell that go with hospital rooms to further prove the thought. There are the half out of it old people lingering in the hallways, some in wheel chairs others slowly making their way to some unknown destination. It definitely did not seem like a crowd that would be into their all-female singers acapella set list.

They were greeted at the front desk by a seemingly nice woman. She appeared to be tired, but her smile was genuine enough. She led them to a room that looked like a multipurpose room, the floors tiled and walls blank. There were no distinguishing features to identify it as a room used for anything specific. Beca was too busy taking in the dead eyed seniors around her to follow. She found herself wondering what lives they led before. If there was a reason they were there or if their families just got tired of taking care of them. She wondered if she would be them several years down the line. After all, the only real true friend she had was Jesse. Sure she had family, but they were all older than her and they weren't exactly close. It's not like they cared.

Chloe happily laced her hand with Beca's to pull the younger Bella along after them when she noticed Beca falling behind. Beca was quick to follow like a lost little duckling, quickly falling into line, moving in close to Chloe's side. Finding the warmth comforting, safe. They were directed to the center of one wall, where there was a big expanse of tiled floor that all the chairs in the room were directed towards. Aubrey quickly took over, having them stretch and go through some basic vocal warm-ups. The seniors that lived at the facility slowly trickled in.

Once everyone took a seat or was wheeled to an area that they could easily see the performance from, Aubrey stepped forward to introduce them. It was basically a combination of the spiel Chloe gave Beca at the activities fair and in the shower. Beca zoned out, instead she looked out over the crowd. The room was only about half full of people. There were a few seniors yielding oxygen tanks and a few were already asleep. Which Beca found impressive, given normally they actually had to sing to have that affect. Aubrey probably wouldn't consider it an accomplishment though. Then they were getting into formation and starting their routine.

It wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly good either. They harmonized only half of the time. No one seemed to really notice though, Beca figured half of the audience had hearing aids. There was a woman in the front that seemed to enjoy their performance, clapping along, not quite on beat. She was over shadowed by the woman three rows back who would yell 'bingo!' every five minutes, though. As the routine progressed a few more seniors dozed off. One man in a wheel chair who had a pacemaker had to be wheeled out when Stacie's dance moves involved a few gropes that were definitely not a part of the choreography. Then it was over. Aubrey made them sing one or two more songs, but that was it. Really the whole thing seemed like a bad comedy. Their final song ending with a gentleman in the backs long elephant like snore. There were a few hesitant claps and Aubrey was sure to thank them all for being a gracious audience, the gentleman in the back once again letting out a loud snore in the middle of Aubrey's thank you.

The performance was so short that it took more time to wheel everyone in and out of the room than for them to perform. Then they were all back on the bus, Chloe taking up her spot next to Beca. Everyone was excited to find out how much they made for their performance. When Aubrey triumphantly fanned out fifty dollars, everyone looked at her like she was crazy. Even Chloe's smile didn't seem as bright or words as encouraging. Beca let out a laugh that she quickly disguised as a cough when Aubrey stared her down because she had to be joking. Aubrey had to know that fifty dollars would cover roughly how much gas it took to drive to and from the retirement home. But, no, the blonde was overjoyed, talking about celebrating with ice cream because they did not want to go to crazy when they had practice the next day. Which made Beca roll her eyes because they had practice every day.

The bus ride back was pretty quiet after that. Chloe pushed into Beca's side so she could snuggle up with the brunette and doze off. Beca found herself shifting to accommodate the other girl, smiling when Chloe's hand fell into hers. That didn't last long, catching Amy's eyes in the rearview mirror, who quickly winked at the petite woman. She was going to give the Aussie her best scowl, but Amy's attention was focused on something else, as she let out an exclamation of glee before driving the bus across three lanes of traffic and onto an exit ramp. The whole time Amy ignored the cars honking and Aubrey yelling at her from the back of the bus. Chloe woke up with a start, clinging to Beca for dear life. Beca tried to ignore the heat blossoming where Chloe's body was pressed into hers, it really not being the time to go all gooey over the redhead. Amy finally came to an abrupt stop outside a Wal-Mart. Aubrey protested the stop, but Amy refused to leave without going in, proclaiming starvation. Really the Aussie had been on the hunt for watermelon Oreos, but every store by campus never seemed to have them. She was hoping she could find them at this Wal-Mart, an hour away from campus. Aubrey finally relented, but not before telling them they all had 20 minutes to get back to the bus or they would be left.

Everyone, cramped and hungry from being on the bus for so long quickly hopped out. Once inside, Amy sped walked off to the food market half of the store, Chloe skipped off towards the crafts/toy section, Ashlee and Jessica followed Chloe, Stacey went off towards the beauty department, CR right behind her, Aubrey stalked off towards the gym equipment, and Lily… well Lily just sort of disappeared. That left Beca, just standing there at the front of the store trying to act disaffected as she tried not to flush with embarrassment at all the people looking at her and the other Bellas' outfits strangely. She slowly meandered through the food section, finally stopping at the aisle containing all the energy drinks. She looks over each one scoffing or not so secretly judging each one until she finds herself in front of the part of the shelf holding all the different types of red bull, labels all facing out. Her hand lovingly caresses the can in front of her before her eyes scanned over each can, debating on whether or not she should get one. Then she sees it, on the very top shelf, a new flavor. Beca's tried them all, priding herself on being a coinsurer of all things red bull related. After all she was a longtime fan, finding the drink her freshman year of high school. The drink had gotten her through a lot of long nights and sleep deprived days. It also helped that it was one of the few cans that was small and compact, a lot like her. Which is why she knew she needed to have a can. She did not just want one, no it was definitely a need.

She quickly pushed up onto her toes to reach for the can, her tongue sticking out in concentration, only for her finger tips to just brush the edge of the shelf. Then she tried jumping, only to once again come up short. Beca grumbled to herself. Someone just entered the aisle as she was contemplating how sturdy the shelves were, debating on climbing them. Then there was a familiar set of hands lightly resting on her hips.

"Need a boost?" Chloe whispered in her ear.

Beca tried to ignore the shiver that ran through her body, transforming it into a wiggle to shake off Chloe's hands. "Nah, I got this."

Only Chloe's hands stayed steady. "Really Bexs it's no problem. You're so tiny I bet you weigh nothing and I'm totes stronger than I look."

As if to prove her point, Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca and lifted her several inches into the air. She immediately began flailing. "Oh my god! Dude, like put me down! This is totally not necessary!"

"But Beca, look now you can grab the can."

"No, Chloe put me down! I can do it myself." Beca huffed, crossing her arms and pouting.

"But it's literally right there."

"Just put me down!"

"Now you're just being stubborn. It's literally right in front of you."

"I can reach it myself!"

"Beeeeca! You're not even looking."

She wiggled in Chloe's arms, trying to break free, but Chloe just held her tighter. "Chloe I have eyes, of course I can see."

"Aca-scuse me. I never said you couldn't see. I said you weren't looking. Of course you have eyes. I've seen them several times. They're kind of hard to forget, they're really pretty." Chloe's voice was sincere. Beca's face went red at the compliment.

"Just put me down…" She sighed exasperated. "Just because I'm- Because you think I'm… I'm height challenged doesn't mean you can man handle me. Now. PUT ME DOWN!"

Chloe just seemed to get more enthused, gasping. "Beca Mitchell, did you almost call yourself small?"

Beca huffed. "No."

"Petite?"

"No!"

"Fun sized?"

"NO."

"An absolutely adorably pint sized friend?" Chloe hugged Beca tighter nuzzling into her back.

"NO!"

"Hmm… That last one must have been me…" At the statement Beca blushed to a hue close to the color of a fully ripe tomato.

"OH. MY. GOD. JUST PUT ME DOWN!"

At the commotion, Stacie came meandering over, hips swaying. She leaned into the edge of the end of a shelf, taking in a clearly flustered Beca and a completely content and pleased Chloe. It was actually a cute image, Chloe's arms wrapped around a pouting Beca, hoisting her into the air to get her favorite drink. Chloe's face a perfect example of amusement and adoration. If she didn't know any better she would think they were dating. Stacie couldn't help herself, she fished out her phone and took a picture, immediately sending it off to all the Bellas, including Chloe. At the soft click of Stacie's phone taking a picture, Beca's eyes snapped to her. Then her eyes were pleading.

"Oh thank god! Hey Stace, could you like help a fellow Bella out?"

Stacie just smirked. "Yeah, sure." Beca's face flooded with relief, which quickly evaporated with Stacie's next words. "Chloe you should really lift more with your legs and hold Beca lower down. It will save your back and give you killer legs. Not that you don't already." Stacie winked, eyes flitting over the pair.

Beca gaped at the tall brunette, while Chloe beamed at her. "Thanks Stace!"

"Anytime. Let me know when you two try out more complex positions. I know this great one where you-"

"Stacie!" Beca interrupted. "Hello! Dude, I'm like still hanging here. What about me?"

"You should just let go already. It makes it way more enjoyable." Beca's eyes went wide, hoping Stacie wasn't implying what she thought she was implying.

"Dude… That's-that's not even…" She sighed. "That's not what I mean. Like, get me down!" Beca flailed in the air.

"Well, I can't help you there."

"Why not?"

"I just really like the view." Stacie's voice was all silky seduction, sauntering off before Beca could say anything else. She pouted as her body shook, Chloe giggling behind her shaking her. Even though she wanted to stay mad at Chloe, she couldn't when Chloe was laughing, but she was going to try damn it.

"Can you please put me down now?" Beca whined.

"But you haven't gotten your drink yet." Chloe said innocently, hiking Beca higher up in her arms.

"Just put me down Chloe…"

"But-"

"I swear to the aca-gods that if you don't put me down right now I won't talk to you for a week!"

Chloe gasped. "You wouldn't!"

"Try me."

Chloe immediately put Beca down. The younger Bella let out a sigh of relief, smoothing out her clothes. Then she looked back at the drink she wanted. Beca went through the same steps as before. She reached for the can, going up onto her tippy toes, only to reach the edge of the shelf. Then she tried jumping again, only to have that fail too. She went to climb the shelving, only to feel the first shelf buckle under her weight. Beca huffed, staring at the desired drink as if by staring it down it would float down through the air to her. Finally, defeated, she turned to Chloe. Who was trying to act nonchalantly, biting her bottom lip to hold back the smile tugging at her lips.

Beca grumbled, "Could you… like… help me or something?"

Chloe beamed, "I thought you'd never ask!" Then she was behind Beca, taking Stacie's advice to heart, squatting down and wrapping her arms lower around Beca's body. Not quite expecting the sudden movement, Beca let out a squeak as she was thrusted into the air. Chloe's new grip and lower crouch resulted in Beca being pushed high enough up she was half sitting on Chloe's shoulder. Finding the new height unsettling, Beca wrapped an arm around Chloe's neck to cling to her as she reached out cautiously with the other. Once she had grasped the desired can of red bull, Beca cradled the can to her chest protectively. Then Chloe was slowly sliding Beca off her shoulder and down her body. Beca tried not to pay too much attention to the feeling of Chloe's body against her's, the way her own body buzzed at the contact.

Chloe turned her around to straighten out her clothes. She finished by smoothing out the shoulders of Beca's shirt before letting her hands slide down her arms, stopping to play with the petite girl's fingers. Beca looked up to Chloe's face and let out a small puff of air, realizing how close they were, hardly any space between them. She found her eyes skimming over Chloe's face; first taking in the scar on her forehead, those bluer then blue eyes, then Chloe's lightly freckled cheeks, and finally her lips. Beca's eyes flitting between eyes and lips, their bodies so close it would be hard to fit a piece of paper between them. More than ever she wanted to feel those lips against her's, know what they tasted like. Beca lets out a breathy thank you, forgetting about Tom and the night of the riff-off, leaning forward to capture those lips. She could have sworn Chloe was doing the same. Beca knew she could handle a kiss. After all, she was as familiar with intimate touches as she was with not expressing her emotions. With all of the kisses she had had in the past, one more would certainly mean nothing, even if it was from Chloe Beale. At least that's what Beca told herself. Before Beca could find out if Chloe was leaning in, Amy interrupts them, yelling, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!" Several aisles over.

Beca and Chloe immediately sprung a part, remembering where and who they were, only pausing a moment before heading towards Amy's cry of distress. They found her in the cookie aisle fighting over a pack of watermelon Oreos with a 40 year old man. Both Bella and man gripping one end of the package with both hands, careful not to crush the cookies inside, as they tried to get the other one to let go. It had turned into a war of words, each one fabricating more outlandish stories that took place all in their quest for watermelon Oreos, trying to prove they truly deserved them more. The last proclamation by Amy was more of an odyssey than a story, taking a full 10 minutes to tell. It involved Amy riding in on a pack of dingos she had domesticated to take out an army of human looking killer robots. Followed by her wrestling over a thousand crocodiles and mermaid dancing for the president, which she tried to demonstrate, but her cookie nemesis was having none of it. She must have gotten off track at some point because, instead of ending with some proclamation about a search for cookies, it ended with Amy proclaiming her last name was Connor and she was the chosen one. Apparently it wasn't a good idea to let Amy watch the terminator franchise. That was around the time the man on the other side of the package of cookies sacrificed one hand holding the package of cookies to grab Amy's arm.

That was how Beca and Chloe found them, Amy both hands securely holding her end of the precious Oreos, trying to shake off the man's hand on her arm, his other hand still holding onto his side of the Oreos. There was a small crowd of people just standing there watching the two. Even a few Bellas were mixed in. It was a really ridiculous situation. Beca didn't understand why they couldn't just share or grab another package. Why did it have to be that specific container of cookies? When she finally looked over the shelves it became clear. It was the last package of watermelon Oreos. Amy had been going on and on about the cookies for weeks. She definitely wasn't going to share or let go. Beca suddenly understood everything, looking down at her own prized item cradled in her arms.

Beca began to ponder how the situation could be rectified without it intensifying to a physical altercation, which it looked like it was well on its way to. Before she could start Amy had come up with her own plan. She took advantage of the man's one handed grip and started twisting the pack of Oreos so that he would be forced to twist his wrist while she retained full mobility. Which wasn't appreciated by the guy.

"You're crushing them!" He proclaimed, as the pack of cookies shifted in his hand, forcing him to tighten his grip on the box.

Amy looked wounded. "I would never!"

"Stop twisting then!"

"You can't tell me what to do. I'm a strong independent croc wrestler!"

The man seemed taken aback for a moment, which Amy took full advantage of, jerking the box towards her and out of the man's grip. She thrusted the cookies into the air triumphantly, only for the guy to jump onto her back and try to grab the cookies from Amy's grasp. The new added weight, threw the Aussie off balance, throwing them both into a shelf, knocking several items off the shelf. Amy trampled over the items, leaving broken cookies all over the ground, as she regained her balance. Their fall into the shelves threw the man from Amy's back so his arms were then wrapped around her neck to stop himself from falling to the ground. Amy starts wiggling around like a fish out of water, cookies held firmly to her chest, trying to shake the man off without success.

Beca looked around at the crowd, expecting someone to help the Aussie out, but no one was. Everyone was just standing there wide eyed as if they were watching primetime tv. Even the other Bellas just stood there frozen in place. Beca, exasperated, steps forward. She didn't fully know what she planned to do. All she knew was eventually the guy on Amy's back was going to sink so low that he would be choking her, which was definitely not okay. She looks around for something to use to deter the man clinging to Amy, but came up empty. Then she looks down at her can of red bull, her own prized possession, and then back up at the man. It clicks.

"Dude, get off of her!" She yells first as a last warning, but he doesn't seem to have heard her. After all, he keeps his grip on Amy.

So Beca lines up her target and then chucks the can, aiming for the middle of his back. It was perfectly aligned. Only Amy chooses that moment to flail towards the other side of the aisle, throwing off Beca's target. The can goes flying past, hitting a chips ahoy display, sending cookies and cardboard flying. Then Beca does the only other thing she can think to do to get the man off. She hops onto his back, punching him in the side. They all fall back onto the ground with a humph, the man on top of Beca and Amy on top of the man. Amy easily rolls off victoriously throwing her arms in the air before pointing down at the man and proclaiming, "Aca-believe it! They're all mine bitch!"

Beca tries to push the guy off, but he must have hit his head or something on the fall because he won't budge. It doesn't help that her arms are pinned. She was about to ask for someone to help, but before she can she hears someone running off and Amy yelling, "I'm too sexy to go to prison." The whole thing leaves Beca confused and annoyed, huffing as she tries yet again to unsuccessfully free herself. She resigns herself to just lying there, hoping Chloe will eventually help her, she seemed eager enough last time. A few seconds later there was the very distinct sound of some type of dress shoe clad person approaching. Beca rejoiced, beginning to become disgusted by the bed of mutilated cookies she was laying on and starting to panic her lungs were going to collapse with the weight of the guy on top of her. Only any joy brought on by the shoes approaching quickly diminished when the police officer they belonged to came into view over her.

"Shit!"