A/N: I just want to say, I love you guys! Here's chapter 3, enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I still own nothing, nothing at all.

We collapse onto my bed, still letting out the occasional giggle when we remember the look that we left on Stacie's face. I'm also remembering the fact that Beca and I need to discuss what all of this means, but for now, we're happy just being here together, laying with our hands still entwined, staring at the ceiling. It's Beca that breaks the comfortable silence,

"Is it bad that I kind of don't want to have the conversation that we clearly need to have, just so that we can mess with Stacie a little bit?"

"You're so mean Becs," I reply with a small shove to her arm.

"Hey! You can't deny that it'd be fun to see her get so worked up about it all."

"That's definitely true," I say, "but who says we have to tell her the complete truth? We can still have our fun."

"I like the way you think, Beale," she says replies, and I can't help the flutter in my stomach as she says my name so playfully.

We descend once more into silence, not really knowing how to approach the subject which so badly needs to be addressed. I look down at our hands, where Beca is absentmindedly rubbing her thumb over my knuckles, and then look back up to her face, where I find that she's already staring at me. We lean in for a small kiss before pulling away.

"Chlo, what is this?" she asks, gesturing between us.

"I don't know Becs," I answer truthfully, "I've wanted you ever since I first saw you, but I thought you were into Jesse, and I got with Tom. Now I can have you and I want nothing more than this, but I only broke up with Tom yesterday, so I think we need to take this slow for a while."

"This is the part where I say 'you're worth the wait' right?" she says, smirking, "Chloe, I knew from the minute you stepped into my shower that you were a weirdo that I'd never be able to get rid of," I scoff, acting offended, before she continues, "but then I figured out that you were a weirdo that I never wanted to get rid of. I need you in my life, so whatever you want to happen is fine by me, as long as you're in my life, I can cope with it."

I feel tears in my eyes as I crash into her with a bear hug.

"Becs, I want this, I really do, so all I need from you now is patience," I say, wanting so badly to rush into this but knowing that it's not a good idea.

"I can do that, just one question though," she replies, "can we still cuddle?"

I laugh at the so-called badass making this request, but know that there's no way in hell that I can deny her.

"Don't worry, you'll always be my cuddle buddy, Becs," I say, pinching her cheeks as she tries to swat me away.

"Watch it, Red, or I'll take it all back," she threatens with a huge smile on her face.

Suddenly we hear shuffling and what sounds like sniffling from outside the door. We look at each other curiously, and get up to open it and see what's happening.

Both of us have to bite back a laugh at the sight that greets us when we open the door. Sat against the wall furiously attempting not to cry is Stacie. When she sees us stood against the doorframe above her, she stands up and pulls us both into a crushing hug.

"That was the most beautiful interaction I've ever heard, I'm so proud of you guys. Look at you both, being all mature and adorable together, this really is a great day, and I think you should both treasure this day forever," she says, as Beca shoots me a confused glance, clearly feeling uncomfortable. Hell, I'm feeling uncomfortable and I'm not the one with an aversion to anyone coming within three feet of me.

"Um Stace, as much as we love how supportive you are of us, we kind of just want to spend some time together on our own for a while, if that's okay?" I say cautiously, not entirely sure how she's going to react.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she says, quickly letting us go, "yes, go be alone together, I can stand guard and make sure that you're not interrupted and I'll fetch you anything that you need!"

"I don't think that's necessary Stace, but thanks for the offer dude, go and enjoy you're day," Beca says quickly, trying to get rid of the overexcited girl before any other ideas pop into her head.

"Okay, but I'll be right downstairs if you guys need anything at all," she replies with a smile before bounding down the stairs like an excited puppy.

All it takes is one look at each other before Beca and I fall into fits of giggles, once more collapsing onto my bed whilst we attempt to compose ourselves.

After a few hours of laying down and listening to mixes, just enjoying each other's company and chatting about random things, Beca speaks.

"I'm sorry I ran," she says softly, and I keep quiet, knowing how hard it is for her to open up, "when you didn't say anything after Stacie left, I freaked out. I thought I'd messed up; it was only a few hours before that you said that you liked someone else, and there I was making a move on you. I'm sorry for making you worry, but I guess running away from problems is in my genes," she lets out a humourless laugh, which breaks my heart a little.

"Becs, you don't have to explain yourself or apologise to me, everyone deals with things in different ways, and I guess I didn't really help by not saying anything, but I was just so shocked about the fact that I didn't have to wonder what your lips felt like anymore that I couldn't find the words to tell you. By the time I'd pulled myself together, you were up and out the door."

"Yeah, I should probably work on the patience thing, huh?"

"Yeah, probably, but otherwise you're a perfect little weirdo."

"Hey!" she says, laughing and shoving my arm playfully.

"Guys, we're getting pizza, come and put your orders in!" we hear Ashley's voice travel up the stairs, and I can honestly say that I've never seen Beca move so fast, not stopping until she gets to the door, where she turns around to see my face of disbelief.

"What?" she asks, "I'm starving! Let's go!"

I laugh at her but follow, walking into what is sure to be the chaos that always occurs when the Bellas attempt to order a pizza. I swear that nobody actually has a clue who eats what, and so I return to captain mode as we reach the bottom of the stairs and are met with the Bellas shouting over the top of each other, whilst Aubrey is having a meltdown, trying to make sure that she writes down everyone's orders.

"Guys! Be quiet!" I shout, as the girls stop talking immediately, all turning to look at me, "right, we're gonna do this in an organised manner so that we actually manage to get pizza tonight and not sometime next week," I turn to Aubrey, "how many orders do you have at the minute, Bree?"

She shows me the notepad that she's been writing on, and all that's on it are a bunch of random pizza toppings and question marks everywhere.

"Can I just point out that I don't care what anyone else is having, as long as there's a large meat feast with my name all over it," Beca says from next to me.

"Oh right," I reply, "am I not good enough to share your pizza with anymore?"

"Well…I suppose I can share, you know maybe like one small piece," she says, smirking.

"Yeah, yeah," I laugh, "Bree, put down a large meat feast with extra pepperoni and mushrooms please."

"Chlo, you don't even like pepperoni, why are you asking for extra pepperoni?" Aubrey questions.

"Because I'm sharing with Beca and she loves pepperoni," I reply with a smile, as I look towards Beca.

"Yeah, she has to give me extra pepperoni because she feels guilty for contaminating my pizza with mushrooms," Beca quips, grinning.

"Anyway, now that you two are sorted, can we order this pizza before I resort to eating evil food like celery sticks to prevent my impending starvation?" Fat Amy exclaims, prompting the girls to start shouting out their orders again.

I sigh as I turn to head back upstairs, this is going to be a long night.

A/N: Thanks for reading, please let me know what you guys want to see happen. I have a bit of a plan, but I'm open to suggestions! Have a great day :)