A/N: Hey, here's the next chapter, hope it's okay :)

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This chapter's song is 'Fine One Day' by…Tom Rosenthal. Who would have guessed it?

"I have cancer, Aubrey. I have cancer."

Aubrey was at a complete and utter loss for words. She had come over to Beca, Chloe and Amys' for the weekend, expecting a carefree couple of days filled with laughing and singing. Ten minutes into her visit and her best friend, pale and weak, was telling her that she had cancer.

"Say something, please." Came Chloe's quiet voice. Aubrey realised she'd been silently staring at the redhead for ages, and snapped out of her daze.

"When did you find out?" Aubrey asked, trying to hide the shake in her voice.

"About a week ago. I've already had one chemotherapy session… it was fine." Chloe lied, deciding not to tell the blonde how awful she felt as a result of it.

Aubrey was shocked to hear that Chloe had already had a chemo session. It really was real. Chloe had cancer. Aubrey's best friend since freshman year had cancer.

"What… what kind of cancer is it?" Aubrey asked, needing to grasp all the details, needing to understand what was happening to her best friend.

"Leukaemia. Acute myeloid leukaemia." Chloe swallowed, the words feeling wrong in her mouth.

"Are you… are you going to die" Aubrey sobbed, unable to control the tears that began streaming down her face. Chloe couldn't answer, her throat had closed up. She collapsed beside Aubrey on the sofa and let the blonde take her hands.

Beca could see the redhead struggling to answer so she said;

"Chloe will survive. She has a 40% survival rate. She'll make it through. You're strong, aren't you Chlo?" Beca tried, her hands shaking at her side.

Again, Chloe didn't reply. Aubrey looked at her best friend and her heart wrenched when Chloe smiled at her. It was Chloe Beale's smile; unfalteringly friendly, hopeful and warm. It reminded Aubrey of all the time they had spent together and how… maybe… their time together was coming to an end. She felt more tears threatening to fall, but she told herself that she needed to get a grip.

"Get dressed Chloe, we're going out for lunch, my shout." Aubrey said, standing and taking a deep breath. Beca smiled gratefully at her, clearly happy for an excuse to get out the flat that only reminded her of Chloe's sickness.

Chloe groaned but obliged, changing on her own so no-one would see the bruises covering her chest and stomach. She got dressed into a pair of loose mom jeans and a long sleeve, baggy t-shirt - to cover up any bruising. She tucked the shirt in and grabbed a long, woolly cardigan, feeling chilled to the bone despite the mild march weather.

Beca and Aubrey where already waiting for her in the hall outside their apartment. The blonde linked arms with the redhead as Beca locked the door behind them.

The trio walked in silence to a cute café a couple of blocks away. They found a table by the big window that looked out onto the busy street and sat down there, each claiming their own big arm chair. Beca and Chloe sat on one side of the table so Aubrey sat on the other side, facing Chloe and trying to read the redhead's expression. Chloe seemed distant the entire meal. She ate her veggie toastie incredibly slowly, and didn't look as though she was enjoying it, despite the fact that it was her favourite sandwich. Aubrey and Beca tried to engage Chloe in conversation, but she was so distant that they eventually gave up, giving the redhead a moment of quiet to herself.

"You'll be okay, you know." Aubrey said after a while, setting down her coffee mug and taking Chloe's cold hands in her own. Beca leaned in, offering Chloe silent support as she struggled to look at Aubrey.

"Will I, Aubrey?" Chloe muttered. "Because right now I just feel like crap."

Aubrey looked slightly taken aback by Chloe's harsh reply, but she continued anyway.

"Chloe, you are the strongest, happiest, most amazing person I know. If anyone can survive this, you can. You've got me and you've got Beca, we're here to help. Beca's taking such good care of you -I can tell that you're in the best hands. We'll get through this together. Call me whenever you need, and don't be afraid to feel weak. Okay Chloe? Never give up. Never give up on me, or Beca, or yourself." Aubrey said, not breaking eye contact with her best friend. Beca's hand traced soft circles on Chloe's back as Aubrey said this, Beca only hoped that the blonde didn't notice. Beca didn't want Aubrey to speculate on how the brunette felt towards Chloe, because she wasn't even sure herself. She traced the circles subtly, so only Chloe would know what she was doing. Chloe looked up with a sad smile to her best friends.

"It will be fine one day. Even if I'm not he-" Chloe started before she was cut off by Aubrey.

"Don't speak like that Chloe. You can't talk about you… dying. I won't let you."

"No, I need to talk about it. Aubrey, I might die because of this cancer." Chloe started, silent tears running down all three girl's cheeks. "I might die. Whether I die this time round, or if I go into remission and the cancer comes back, we need to accept that I might die. I'm not going to give up on either of you, I promise; but I can't promise that I'll always be here. If I don't make it, please remember that I love you both, and I just want you to be happy." Chloe turned to look at Beca, she took the brunette's hands and gazed right into her stormy eyes. "Please, you'll be okay, one day. Please don't spend too long being sad about me, know that I never want you to be sad, just happy." Chloe was going to continue but Beca shook her head and cut the redhead off;

"Aubrey's right, we shouldn't talk about this." She said, ignoring the tears dripping onto her collar and clearing all their plates onto a tray. "Let's go to the park or something, it's too hot in here."

Chloe stood up but stumbled, her head spinning and nausea climbing up her throat. She paled, and Beca noticed Chloe's funny turn. She steadied her, deciding it would be better if they just went straight home. Chloe nodded in agreement, taking deep breaths and trying to clear her fuzzy vision. Aubrey wouldn't let the redhead go anywhere until she was sure Chloe wasn't going to faint. After a few funny looks from other people in the café and Chloe's continued reassurance that she was fine, the three left the shop and walked slowly home, both Aubrey and Beca staying close by Chloe's side, making sure she was steady and feeling okay.

Chloe wanted to thank her friend's for caring so much, but honestly it was just frustrating how dependant she was becoming on other people. She really was trying to stay happy and optimistic about everything that was going on, but with Beca and Aubrey both acting as if the word 'die' was taboo, it was difficult to express any kind of emotion. She wanted to just say what was on her mind and be truthful to her two best friends, but they were already so downhearted about the whole affair that she couldn't bring herself to. And what frustrated her most of all was Beca. She never knew how to act around the brunette. Whenever they were alone, Beca would be quite talkative and very affectionate towards Chloe. Beca would happily hold the redhead's hand, she would hold her in bed without being asked and she would idly touch Chloe as though it just felt right; which it did. All Chloe wanted was to be touching, holding, looking at Beca. But when they were with anyone else, Beca would go back to being her usual 'don't touch me' self. She looked nervous whenever Chloe took her hands in front of Aubrey, despite how much she did it when they were alone, and she wouldn't sit anywhere near Chloe when they were watching TV with Amy. Chloe just wanted Beca to feel comfortable around her all the time, not just when they were alone. Chloe loved Beca, a lot. She didn't know what that love meant -whether it went deeper than friendship, she wasn't sure – she just knew that she loved Beca, and that she was happiest around the brunette, as she was sure Beca was happiest around her too.

Chloe often welcomed the distraction of her complicated relationship with Beca – it took her mind off the constant ache that rang through her body – but as the trio made their way back into the flat, Chloe wished she could think about anything else, because she was emotional enough as it was, she didn't need the added weight of her feelings towards Beca Mitchell as well.

'Hey love we're gonna be fine one day,

Oh our lives will move with the breeze and that's how it will be.'