A/N: Hey guys! Thank you once again for all the reviews, favorites, and follows. They keep me writing. I'm sorry for the late post. I hope the extra length makes up for it. I had to go visit family and then, even though it's spring break, I had a lot of unexpected little things to do and set up for my research project. I've had an off weekend/week so I hope this still meets everyone's standards this week. I'm not 100% happy with it, but it's what I have and I was able to fit everything in it I wanted to. So without further ado, the music choice, thanks to a suggestion (see author's note at the end when you are done reading), is as follows:

Vox by Sarah Mclachlan

As always, I hope you enjoy!

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Bluebunny: Thank you! That means a lot. :) I'm not sure if you want me to answer that or not because there is an answer. I'll just let you hypothesize for now. That's so cool! Another international reader, who would have thunked it! :)

Bree: I really hope so, but I'm not as optimistic as you. I hope you are right though.

Awesome: Well at least there was happiness and laughter this time. Hopefully this chapter brings on more of that. I'm glad there was a sense of relief after. Oh, I haven't fully worked that out, but she probably would have wanted to play some sort of prank on Beca. Maybe leave her out on the football field or something so she is woken up by sprinklers in the morning. Something like that. Thank you so much! And anytime! :)

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Chapter 28

When the sun peaks through the windows to unceremoniously wake Beca up before noon, for once, she did not curse the day it came to be. No because she was actually quite content. Chloe was doing that cute thing where she scrunched up her nose before succumbing to burying her head in something, usually Beca. Today was no exception. The nose scrunch came and then Chloe was shoving her face into Beca's neck. She really didn't mind, shifting to accommodate the sleeping redhead. Of course once she was settled that was when her bladder decided to protest, demanding she go to the bathroom. She groaned in frustration. The girl using her as a human shield shifted at the noise before reaching out and tangling her hand in Beca's shirt. Beca chose to sigh this time because of course when Chloe was getting cuddly she would have to pee.

She reluctantly and gently untangled their bodies, giving Chloe the pillow she was using when she protested. It seemed to placate her for the time being. Then outside of the blankets, Beca had to contend with the next offensive element, the cold. She didn't notice at first, to distracted by the adorable redhead, hair a mess, nuzzling the pillow that probably smelled like Beca's shampoo. Something Beca thought she would never do, purely on the principal of it being cliché and sappy. She couldn't seem to help herself around Chloe though. Then the cold hit her and her bladder protested again. Then she was running off to Chloe's ensuite to relieve herself as quickly as possible so she could get back to morning cuddles. Again, something she thought she would never want.

Somewhere along the way back, her bladder empty and body temperature adjusted, she got distracted. She found herself looking at Chloe's photo wall, examining it. The two pictures of Chloe and Tom looked more like a picture of two strangers than it did a couple. Now that she actually had Chloe, knew what she looked like truly happy, Beca could decipher just how fake they were. The other pictures had the same quality, all except the one of Chloe first arriving at Barden. That was the only pictures out of dozens that Chloe's smile was true.

Beca was so distracted she didn't notice Chloe had gotten up until a set of tan arms wrapped around her waist and Beca willingly sunk back into her. A sleepy Chloe kissed her where her neck met her shoulder before nuzzeling into the spot. Beca just smiled completely content as she placed her hands over Chloe's and spoke.

"Morning."

Chloe interlaced their fingers as she replied, her voice still laced with sleep. "Morning."

Beca squirmed at the greeting, Chloe's warmth breath tickeling her skin. She didn't need to say anything, Chloe shifting to accommodate her, resting her chin on Beca's shoulder and cocking her head so it rested against the side of Beca's. There was a small yawn as she tightened her hold on Beca just a tiny bit more.

"What are you up to? You're missing out on prime cuddling time."

"Oh, no." Beca deadpanned.

Chloe, her hands to pre-occupied to poke Beca in the side, blew a raspberry into the shorter girl's neck. Beca squirmed once again, this time trying to get away, but couldn't with Chloe's arms wrapped around her.

"Don't be like that. I know you like them just as much as me."

"You can't prove it." Beca stated petulantly, but really just arguing for the sake of arguing.

"But I can certainly try. Hmmm?" Chloe let out in between placing light kisses on Beca's neck. Beca found herself humming in agreement. There was a final nip to neck before Chloe abruptly stopped. Then she was cozying up to Beca again, getting comfy. "Gotcha!" Beca groaned. "Now! What were you looking at?"

"Just for the record, that was not a hum of agreement and I was coerced."

"Suuuuuure. Now what are you doing? You keep deflecting." She nuzzled into the younger girl.

"I'm not deflecting."

"You totes are."

"Not."

"Then tell me." Chloe's voice softened, ending her sentence by pressing a kiss to the corner of Beca's jaw.

Beca knew she had to pick her words carefully. She couldn't just ask Chloe why she had a wall full of pictures of people she wasn't friends with. She definitely couldn't ask her why her smile looked so fake in all of them. Sure Chloe had told her that she basically had to pretend to be happy for people to like her, but why keep a wall of photos to remind her of it? Why not try and start a new with a new group of photos and a new group of friends? Then Beca's eyes briefly caught a picture of the old Bellas and what Alice had once said to Chloe came to mind. Then she wondered how many times Alice would have had to of commented on Chloe's breath smelling like egg for the redhead to have been that panicked about it. Then it just kind of hit her that maybe Chloe had honestly tried to fit in, the Bellas being a beacon of hope at one time, but had once again picked the wrong group. The implications of what exactly the purpose of that photo wall held was heart breaking. Then she just felt like an asshole forever wanting to have a conversation about the subject. For drawing attention to it. It was too late though because Chloe wouldn't let it rest. It just wasn't in her nature.

"It's just…" Beca sighed and Chloe quickly pressed another kiss to her jaw to encourage her on. Only this time she really wished she wouldn't because she didn't want to see Chloe's face drop like it had the night before. "Why, um," Beca was grasping for the right words. Then they just seemed to come to her. "Um, why-why don't you have any pictures with the Bellas?" She rapidly blinked. "I-I mean the, um, new Bellas?"

If a casual observer were nearby it would seem like the question wasn't a big deal, but it was the smaller movements that gave away Chloe's anxiety. She immediately began to nonchalantly play with Beca's fingers. Then she was doing this weird thing where she somehow moved closer into Beca as she pulled away, certain parts of her pressed into the younger girl as she pulled back. "I don't know… Maybe they wouldn't want to."

That was when Chloe fully detached herself from Beca. The brunette wasted no time in turning around to face the other girl. There was that big plastic smile in place as if nothing was wrong. As if it wasn't a sore subject. "Chlo, you've got to be kidding me." The older girl seemed to shrink more into herself as she flashed that fake smile more. "The Bellas love you. You're Chloe Beale. You probably have tons of pictures on your phone anyway."

At that last comment, Chloe's fake smile was replaced by fear, her eyes going wide. Then they both glanced at Chloe's phone, neatly laid out for all to see on her side table. Their eyes meet again and all Beca gave as a warning was a raise of one eyebrow. Then she was diving across the bed, scooting across it as fast as she could. Her progress quickly came to a halt as a Chloe sized weight landed half on top of her. They both tried to deter the other as they made slow progress towards the communication device. The phone was just within Beca's grasp, her finger tips jus brushing it, when Chloe reached out past her and swiped it off the table before Beca could get to it. Beca wasn't going to give up though, immediately wrapping herself around Chloe and flipping them, so she was straddling Chloe. Then she was pinning Chloe's arms to the bed as she leaned down to kiss her. It didn't take long, just a few seconds worth of working of her lips, and the phone dropped to the bedspread, completely forgotten by the redhead.

Beca quickly grabbed it, sat up, and then positioned herself, so that it would take a minute for Chloe to shift out from underneath her. She knew Chloe was stronger than her, hell she even probably had better stamina, but it would still be hard for her to grab onto Beca if the younger Bella sat just above her hips and out of reach of her legs. The factor of the redhead's general dazed state at Beca's surprise kiss also had to be accounted for. It was just enough time for Beca to swipe open the phone. She took a moment to just smile at the background picture of her and her cousin before typing in Chloe's pass code.

Soon after she was slowly sliding off, letting Chloe sit up. She kind of stayed there, staring at the picture she had found when she opened the phone. Well more specifically the text thread between Chloe and Jesse that had several pictures of her over spring break. There was the picture Jesse claimed was for a project at the airport, one of her sleeping on the plane, another of her at the fro-yo place with Donte and David, and finally the one of her asleep at Jesse's house, a picture of Chloe on her phone tucked into her chest. The next thing to look at was the text captions. She couldn't help herself, partly in disbelief.

"Girlfriend…."

Beca was not sure when Chloe realized what she was looking at, but she must have because there was desperation as she spoke. "Becs, I can explain… I just-I was worried because we weren't talking and I was having surgery and I just wanted-I wanted to make sure you were okay. Jesse and I, we made this pact to be there for you even if it meant not being there. I just needed to know. He told me it would be better not to worry you about the surgery. It was my idea, not his. Blame me, not him."

She went to exit out of the thread, but must have hit the wrong thing because Chloe's photo gallery came up. There were more pictures. Pictures of them when they were younger. One of Chloe holding Beca up so she could blow the candle out on her cake when she turned six. One of them at the beach, Beca, maybe eight, pouting at the sand between her toes and Chloe beaming at the camera as she made a sand castle. She wasn't so much beaming at the camera as she was at the pouting brunette. If she looked close enough, she could see Chloe's hand poised to grab hers. Beca knew what most likely happened next. A giggling Chloe most likely dragged a pouting Beca into the ocean to go swimming. There would be water fights and pouts would turn into endless smiles. A perfect beach day. The last one she noticed must have been taken right before she moved, maybe even the night before she had moved. All she knew was she had never seen it before. Chloe's mom must have snuck in and taken it because they were both asleep. They were both laying on their sides, Beca tucked under Chloe's chin and Chloe's nose buried into the top of her head. The rest of their limbs were undistinguishable as to who's belonged to whom, both intertwined with each other and a mess of blankets. What struck her most about each picture was that Chloe's smile was real in all of them. The common denominator to Chloe's true smile seemed to be Beca. That was truly amazing.

All she could come up with though, was a truly awestruck, "Wow…" Chloe went to explain further, speaking a mile a minute, but Beca cut her off before she could start making sense. "Who would have thought I'd have my own personal stalker? Not only that, but she's hot and totally my type."

Chloe froze, obviously unsure of herself. "You're not mad?"

"Maybe a little, but not really. In some weird way it makes sense." When Chloe still looked unsure, Beca tacked on more. "Well, you did walk into my shower, Beale. I should have known then." She shrugged. Then Chloe looked like she was going to tackle her in a hug, but she stopped short, obviously still not sure. Even hesitant. "Dude, you better hug me. You like have to make it up to me somehow. Oh and send me the picture of me, Donte, and David."

It was not until a tiny smirk pulled at the corner of her lips that Chloe finally tackled her and then she was encompassed in Chloe. Chloe was hugging her tightly, legs and arms wrapped around Beca's small frame. The older girl kept thanking her over and over again until they fully settled, fully laid out on their backs across the bed. Then they were back in the position they were in when Beca had woken up earlier. It was nice, her one hand thread through Chloe's hair.

"Just one more thing Chlo?"

"Hmmm?"

"No more pictures…. Well not like pictures, but- you know- like, secret ones because that's just weird. Just, like, let me know, okay?"

Chloe seemed to sink further into her, beaming, "Deal!"

"I-I actually think we should-you know- update some of them." Beca nervously played with the hem of Chloe's shirt.

"Really?" Chloe seemed to perk up a bit.

"Yeah. You know for like prosperity or something."

Chloe just hummed and took her phone from Beca, tucking it away somewhere. Beca let herself enjoy the moment and the redhead snuggled up next to her, closing her eyes, finally getting morning snuggles. She felt Chloe shift. So she moved so that she would remain in close contact with her. Then Chloe was shifting back into place and Beca moved with her. A pair of lips were pressed to the younger girl's cheek. Beca couldn't stop the small smile that peeked out from her lips. That was when she heard a clicking noise. She chose to ignore it, turning more into Chloe so she could press their lips together. There was that noise again. Finally she opened her eyes, brows furrowed, only to find Chloe's arm out stretched with her phone in hand, most likely taking pictures. As if to prove it, there was another clicking noise, which was definitely coming from the device in Chloe's hand.

"Chlo, what are you doing?"

There was another click and another kiss pressed to her cheek. Then Chloe was bringing the device down so she could look at the pictures. "Taking pictures."

"Why?"

"Because you said I could." Her brow lightly furrowed as she scrutinized each one.

"Yeah, but I didn't mean like right now."

"But we look so cute." Chloe shoved her phone in Beca's face so she could view the picture of a smiling Chloe pressing a kiss to her cheek. Beca, in the photo, had a small smile just sprouting, her eyes closed, and cheeks lightly flushed. What Chloe said was true. They did look cute, their hair slightly a mess from bed, all soft and sleepy like with the morning light hitting them just right. They looked like a real couple. Chloe sunk further into her so she could see it too. "I think it's my favorite."

She didn't have to say anything. Beca knew that Chloe would know she felt the same just by the way she was looking at the picture. Then she cleared her throat. "I'll let you keep it if you take down one of the old pictures."

As soon as the words left Beca's mouth, she knew she said the wrong thing. Chloe instantly stiffened and then her true easy smile was replaced by her strained fake one. Then she was shifting back, taking her phone with her.

"That's totes okay. I can delete it."

Before she could, Beca stopped her, pulling her back into her. "Hey, you don't have to do that." Chloe looked away, but Beca wouldn't let her, lifting her chin up so her eyes met hers. "You don't have to pretend with me. Just-just talk to me, okay? You don't have to delete it. I just- I don't understand why you have the other ones. The-the ones on your wall. You can-you can do whatever you want with our pictures."

This time when Chloe looked away, she let her. The other girl stayed where she was, seeming to contemplate something as she took in a few deep breaths. "It's-it's just what would people think."

"What do you mean?" Beca really wanted to run her hand through Chloe's hair or pull her into her, anything to comfort the other girl, but she had promised she would listen, well implied it. So she stayed still.

"Beca, I have a reputation too." Chloe finally looked up at her. Only instead of the fake smile she looked broken. "I'm popular… people like me. I'm the happy go lucky girl always surrounded by people. You-you can't be that and-and not have friends."

"But you do. You have friends. Did you forget about the Bellas? They're kind of hard to forget. And Aubrey, you can't forget about Aubrey."

Instead of laughing like Beca hoped she would, Chloe just looked more forlorn, slowly inching her way back into Beca's arms, in desperate need of comfort. Beca was there to close the gap, pulling her into her.

Chloe's voice was just above a whisper. "After what I did to you, I'm pretty sure they'd pick you, not me."

"Chlo, they've been trying to get us together before the retirement home. I'm pretty sure they like both of us equally. It's like required or something. You can't ship two things if you don't like both of them."

"You really think so?" Chloe looked up at her with big hopeful blue eyes.

"I know so." Then Chloe was hugging Beca tightly, a few sobs rocking the ginger's body. Beca was there to soothingly rub up and down her back and press a few kisses to her forehead. "And they say I'm the pessimistic one."

That got a giggle from the girl in her arms. "It's usually charming."

There was a few moments of silence so Chloe could fully collect herself. She finally rested her forehead against Beca's. The younger girl pressed a quick kiss to her lips and quickly smoothed out any flyaways. "I like you like this." Beca was completely serious as she spoke.

"Really?"

"I already told you, I like all of you. That's why I'm here."

Chloe pulled her in for a few reverent kisses. "I don't know what I did to deserve this, but thank you."

Beca just looked at the other girl, just fully looked at her. Something just clicked. Something essential that had led to the previous night's love confession. "You're just you and that's enough."

The truth behind the words was there in her eyes and Chloe saw it. That was all it took for Chloe to basically jump the other girl, starting a smooth languid make out secession that lasted until their stomachs cried out for food.

A quick change of clothes and they were off to get breakfast. Beca almost kind of wished she had never told Chloe they should take more current pictures together because Chloe couldn't seem to stop. Throughout the whole breakfast Chloe was taking pictures of the two of them, sat side by side on one side of a booth, or just of Beca being Beca. Her favorite type of pictures seemed to be when she caught Beca off guard, staring at her in such a way that it would be hard for Beca to deny just how much the older girl meant to her. It was nice. She liked it, being accepted, and wanted really. Even needed to keep Chloe sane. As she worked through her chocolate chip pancakes and Chloe through her yogurt parfait, she had this extreme want for this to be it. She wanted to wake up with Chloe, longue around with her all morning, and then have breakfast together for as long as possible.

It was some time after they parted, Chloe needing to leave for class, Beca realized that 'as long as possible' meant just a few months, marked by Chloe's graduation and move back to Miami. Normally she would just shrug it off, promising herself that she would come back to it later, but something about it bothered her more than usual. It ground at her until finally she just couldn't take it because she wanted more than just a few months. She wanted years, a lifetime even. Then she was cursing the universe under her breath as she stomped across campus. It wasn't fair! The one time she had happiness it was going to be ripped away. What did she ever do to deserve this?

Then it just sort of hit her, she wasn't going to stand for it. No, she already had enough tragedy. First Chloe when she was 12, then her parents' divorce, and finally her grandpa's death. She deserved some happiness god dammit! And that's what she was going to do. She was going to fight for Chloe because she was a lead role and she was going to get the girl. Hell, if all of those lesbian movies Jesse showed her could have happy endings, surely her screwed up life could. Screw the universe! She just needed a plan.

Really, she thought about it for all of five minutes before heading off towards Jesse's room because surely he would have an idea. Plus he kind of owed her, given all the codes of best friend trust he broke when he decided to converse and send pictures to Chloe. If she was being honest with herself, she wasn't all that mad about it. She knew their intentions were good. Plus Jesse's efforts had probably kept Chloe's hopes of being with her alive. After all, she really hadn't done such a great job of fostering those hopes with the ginger herself. So really she was mainly grateful, but she was still going to give Jesse shit about it and then blackmail him into helping her. Sure, he would probably help her regardless, but blackmail was more fun. Especially when Jesse was involved.

She didn't really wait for him to fully open his dorm room door before pushing her way in. She was in a hurry. Beca's first point of business was to push Jesse and then give him a hefty punch to the arm.

"Hey Beca, how's it…what the hell! OoooW!"

Beca just cracked her knuckles as the puppy like man child rubbed at his newly bruised arm. "Now that that is over, I need your help."

"What the fuck Beca! You can't just barge into someone's room, hit them, and then ask for their help."

"Oh, really because I know about your little texting deal with Chloe. So I think this is fair payment." Jesse just froze, looking at her like a deer in headlights. She rolled her eyes at him. "Dude, I'm not going to hit you again." When Jesse still didn't relax, she sighed audibly. "God, I like really need your help okay. It has to do with Chloe."

At the new information, Jesse relaxed, his shit eating grim quickly appearing. "I knew it!" He gestured towards her neck, a new patch of hickies on display. "I knew that was Chloe's work." Beca just glared at him, obviously not amused. He cleared his throat as he shifted into a more professional stance. "Um, sorry. What did you have in mind?"

She immediately began to pace. "Man I don't really know. Chloe, she's like graduating and everything, which is great. It's- I should be, um, happy or something. Which I am it's just-it's…" Beca slowed down, coming to a stop. Jesse sat curiously watching his best friend. Her voice cracked. "I-I don't want her to go." She winced. Then she started pacing again. "Which is shit cause she's just-she's perfect, but she's, uh leaving and I'm staying." Beca ran her hand through her own hair. "So this is all shit because-because I-I love her." Beca paused again. "And I want her. I really want her more than anything and-and it's all… it's all useless." Beca looked dejectedly at her feet, rubbing at her forehead.

Jesse knew the signs. Beca was just on the verge of giving up and forgetting about fighting for Chloe, which was obviously what she wanted to do. So he instantly got up and placed his hands on her shoulders so he could guide her back to his bed to sit down.

"Sit down oh small one." Beca gave him a less than impressed look. He scrunched up his face as he thought of an alternative. "Oh big one?" Then she was giving him a look that usually indicated she was going to hit him again. So he just went to his main point. "When did you decide you were going to stay at Barden?"

Beca shyly rubbed at her forehead. She shrugged. "I don't know. Sometime after the Bellas got back together. Well and you're like here." She rubbed at her fore head again, shrugging. "It just makes sense."

"Aaaah! Becs, I'm touched."

"Yeah, yeah, get back to your point."

"Right! So your dad promised a paid trip to L.A., right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well… why not use the money for L.A. to go to Miami? There are clubs there too you could DJ at and a music scene. I'm sure you could call your contacts in Seattle and get something set up? Someone has to know someone in Miami. If not, their recommendations should be enough."

Beca seemed to contemplate it for a while. "What about the Bellas?"

"What about them?"

"Well, I am their new sound. They might need me. Besides I already left once and-and I kind of want to keep them as friends."

Jesse fake gasped. "Whaaat? Beca Mitchell with actual friends? I thought I would never see the day."

"Shut up." She shoved him, but it was worth it for the brief smile that ghosted over her lips.

"I'm sure they would understand. I think they wanted you and Chloe to get together more than I did. Just talk to them. You could probably work something out."

"But what about my dad?"

"You know for someone so anxious to be with Chloe, you're coming up with a lot of reasons not to be with her. What's really stopping you?"

Beca played with her shoe laces for a while before answering. "What-what if she says no?"

"Fffftt! That's what you are worried about? Becs the girl loves you! She maybe doesn't know how to say it or maybe doesn't even know it yet, but she loves you. Like a lot!"

"What if you're wrong?"

"Have I ever been wrong?"

A smirk tugged at the corner of Beca's mouth. "Well there were a few months there."

"Yeah, but in the end I was right." There was another long pause. "So, what are you going to do?"

Beca sighed. "I think I should go talk to the Bellas."

"That's my girl!" Jesse slapped her on the back. Beca shot him another look. "Right, no touching."

Surprisingly, it wasn't that hard to get all of the Bellas together. She had not received immediate responses from Cynthia Rose, Amy, or Stacie. Most of them were in class after all, but as soon as she messaged Lily, there was an immediate response. Then five minutes later they were at a café just off of campus, all sat around a table facing Beca. Beca was nervous because she loved the Bellas. Not in the same way she loved Chloe, but she definitely thought of them as being more like family than just friends. They had helped and supported her when she needed it the whole year. So this was tough because she felt like she was just screwing them over again like she had at sectionals. She really didn't want to because she valued their friendship and she knew another betrayal could end it. So Beca took a sip of her drink to buy some time as the Bellas just stared at her, waiting. When Amy started playing with the sugar packets, opening them and making a small mountain with the contents, she knew she couldn't wait any longer. She took one final deep breath.

"So I have something to tell you." She winced, prepared for the fallout. "I won't be here next year."

"Is that it?" Amy blurted out. "I thought you were going to say you were pregnant. Would have been more interesting."

"What Amy means is we figured you would for a while." Stacie added on, rolling her eyes at the Aussie.

"What?"

"Well, this is about Chloe, right?" Stacie followed up with.

"Yeah so?"

Cynthia Rose jumped in then, with a warm smile. "Then yeah we already knew. We had a bet going and everything. I think Lily won actually."

They all started ruffling around in their pockets looking for five dollars as Beca sat confused.

"I only have a one and four dingo stickers. Is that good? Or should we use the stickers as I.O.U.s? Does anyone want to swap? They're high quality. If you close one eye and squint they look like they're staring at you." Amy asked.

Lily muttered something about target practice and wishing dingos didn't exist as she took each sticker and flicked the edges, checking for some unknown property before pocketing them. Then she collected her winnings from everyone else. As the conversation began again, Lily started folding each dollar bill into some intricate piece of artistry. Well if you ignored the fact that they all looked like weapons.

Beca cleared her throat to draw their attention, so she could ask, "You're not mad?"

"Nope!" Amy popped the 'p'.

"Just send us a few mash-ups to perform each year and we're good." Stacie stated with an easy smile.

Beca couldn't stop her own from showing. "Deal!" There was a pause. Then the earlier conversation hit her. "Wait… You bet on our relationship?"

"Well, it was that or lock you both in a room for a few hours until you both pashed or something." Amy diplomatically stated.

At the horrified look on Beca's face, Stacie tried to soothe her. "She's joking." Beca wanted to believe her, but then Lily met her eyes and gave her this strange little smile, as if she was remembering something great that could have been, but never was. Which lead to Stacie adding on a few more words. "Half joking."

They all sat in silence letting that sink in, but it didn't last long because Amy finally noticed the line of hickies peeking out of the front of Beca's tank top.

"So I see you got to second base. Did you round third and then slide into home too?" Amy made a crude gesture with her hands just in case Beca didn't get it. "Finally making your lesbian people proud." Amy looked far too pleased with herself at the red coloring that instantly over took Beca's cheeks. The double entendre was definitely not lost on her. The Aussie reached out to touch the bruises on her collar bone and few on her chest. Beca quickly swatted the hand away. "You almost can't see them anymore with how bright your face is."

As if that wasn't bad enough Stacie had to tack on something else, her gaze sultry. "So did you use that technique I told you about. 'The swirl and flick', it has a three orgasm string success." Stacie said that last part with a wink.

Then there was Cynthia Rose, all heart eyes. "Was it magical?"

Lily's response was probably the most horrifying because she just licked her lips and leaned forward, looking as eager as the rest of them.

"Shut up!"

There was another pause of silence, all of the Bellas giving each other little congratulatory pats on the back, then Amy spoke up again. "So when are you going to get the u-haul? Or is that why we are here? I know a guy who can do it all for a dollar. How do feel about clowns?"

"Yeah, what's the plan?" Cynthia Rose leaned across the table looking at Beca like she was the reason daises bloomed. It was slightly unsettling.

Then all the Bellas were looking at her, rapt with curiosity. Beca could feel her nerves building because she hadn't really gotten to that part outside the basics. "Um, I don't know. I'll just, um, get a-a plane ticket for-for Miami and-and, um, move out there."

They all looked at her like they were expecting more. "And?" Cynthia Rose tried to gently prompt.

When Beca just stared at them like she was a deer in headlights, Stacie tried. "Are you going to tell her?"

"Nooo… I was just going to, um, show up."

They all let out an exasperated groan, even Lily. Cynthia Rose was the first to speak and then Stacie.

"You have to tell her, Beca."

"If you don't she will be heartbroken come graduation. She will be left to think that you are fine with her leaving."

"So what about those clowns? Yes? No? I only have so much time and then they-" Stacie gave the Aussie a look that essentially silenced her.

"I'll-I'll tell her before graduation." Beca said cautiously, looking for their reactions. That seemed to do the trick, all of them now smiling at her.

"It has to be something big!" Cynthia Rose said immediately.

"Yes!" Stacie agreed, "Maybe at a party disguised as a graduation party?"

Cynthia Rose caught Stacie's eyes. "On stage."

"And she can DJ." Stacie contributed, both of their smiles growing bigger.

"With strippers." Amy added. They all gave her a look. The Aussie grumbled. "Fine, no strippers."

Beca immediately protested. "No, I'll do it in private. Then-then if she, um, says no it's-it's less humiliating."

Lily immediately shot an origami ninja stars at Beca's forehead. "Oooow!" Beca rubbed at the spot.

"Yes, Lily she is being an idiot." Stacie stated.

"But she could." Beca protested. This time an origami saber hit her in the head. "Oooow! Will you stop doing that?"

Cynthia Rose took the petite girl's arm, effectively redirecting her attention to her. "Beca, she's not going to reject you. Mama Beale has been tripping over herself to get into your honeypot since the first Bellas's practice and your eyes wonder a lot. She's going to say yes to whatever plan you come up with."

"But…" Another origami ninja star connected with her forehead. "Oooow! Dude, like really-"

Before she could finish Stacie was talking. "I'm pretty sure Chloe's wanted to jump you since initiation night." When Beca just looked at her puzzled, Stacie added, "It's all in the eyes." She finished with a wink.

"Yeah, you've been like two dingos in heat for a while now." Amy tacked on.

Beca just sat there taking it all in. "Soooo, party? Or no party?" Stacie asked.

Beca rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'm probably going to regret this, but party." Lily shot an origami grenade at Beca as the others cheered. "Oooow! What was that for? I agreed!"

Lily didn't say anything. She just gathered up all of her origami weapons and slid out of her seat. The rest of them followed, all assuring her that they would take care of everything. She wouldn't regret it.

The last one to leave was Amy.

"I really need to thank you. My last two videos have more views than the first one. I think I'm going to get sponsored. So anything you need just tell me."

Beca's brow scrunched in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Hahaha! Well the video of the Bellas reunion and you and Chloe being all couply at practice of course. I started a YouTube channel to vlog about everything. Given, the first 500 subscribers were probably just men looking to wank it. After all, Bhloe does sound kind of sexual, but it keeps growing every day. Who doesn't like lesbian and a good Bhloe, right?" Amy conspiratorial nudged Beca as if they were both in on the same joke, but Beca was still confused. The fact that Beca's confusion was genuine, finally seemed to hit the Aussie. "Aaand… you have no idea what I am talking about?"

"No."

Amy sighed as she collected her stuff. "You really need to check Facebook."

"Wait, but what did you mean another video?"

Amy just patted the girl on the head. "Oh, one day you will learn my young paddawon. When you do you can't be all that mad at me because Chloe approved it."

Then Amy was leaving and Beca was left calling after her, stuck digging through her wallet so she could pay her bill at the front counter. "Wait, Amy! We're the same age and just because Chloe approves it doesn't mean it's a good idea. It's usually a bad one… Amy?" She looked up only find the Aussie long gone. "Shit!"

Then she was just left standing there as the cashier gave her her change. She would have to ask Chloe about it later. The only thing left to think about was the party the Bellas were entrusted with throwing. She was regretting the whole situation already. Not her decision to move to Miami to be with Chloe, but her decision to entrust the Bellas with planning the party at which she would tell Chloe about her plan to relocate to Miami. Whenever the Bellas got together it was mayhem when Aubrey or Chloe were not involved. So she was hoping for the best, but the best would most likely be a half demolished stage and a piñata with all the candy missing. She figured if all else failed, she could always just tell Chloe early and cut out the whole party thing. That might be better. She didn't have a lot a time to contemplate the situation because she received a text from Chloe telling her she was out of class and asking if she wanted to meet up again. With a small smile, Beca slid her phone back into her pocket and she was off to meet Chloe, hoping that for once the Bellas knew what they were doing.

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A/N: I want too first thank RJRMovieFan for the song suggestion and the idea that Beca doesn't necessarily have to stay at Barden or go to L.A. and could take off to Miami with Chloe. The graduation party was always going to be a thing and came forth from another reader wanting Beca to DJ at a party and me really liking the idea of how Chloe would react to Beca in her element. The ending will be what I originally planned, but I loved this suggestion so much, I couldn't not add it. It adds such a unique spin!

There are only two chapters left after this, making a total of 30 chapters. So you might be asking what next? Well I have ideas! First of all, there will be another two chapters that will take place during the summer that will be posted after this fic is completed as a sort of epilogue. There were a lot of requests throughout the whole fic for Chloe's POV, which I plan on doing if the interest is still there. I actually already have the first chapter written and a few scenes that follow. Like Chloe's version of the night of Beca's love confession is partially written. There have also been a few requests for more of something that wasn't shown in this fic by a few different readers. So what I was thinking might be fun is a prompted 'deleted scenes' of sorts. Basically you all could send in prompts for other scenes not seen in this fic that you want to see happen. Like maybe what happened at the Bellas night while Beca was sleeping. It could even be something like, Amy's hunt for watermelon Oreos before she found them at that one Wal-Mart. As long as it is not something that would be in the companion piece and seems doable, I will do my best to make it happen. So if you have an idea you can message me here, leave it in a review, or send me a message on Tumblr at pentopage33. I look forward to hearing from you! :)