A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's been a while, my computer died and then I was ill, but everything's fine now, so you can expect a quicker update next time. Also, a couple of different POVs in this chapter. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters, as much as I wish I did.

It's been a few weeks since Beca and I first had the conversation about our feelings, and everything's pretty much gone back to normal, which I'm thankful for. To be honest, we've both been kept busy with classes and the Bellas, who seem to have backed off a bit with the whole situation, understanding that we need time – which quite honestly is a miracle in and of itself.

When I told Beca that I needed time, I don't know what I expected to happen, but it's nice to know that she's not scared and still allows cuddles. However, I'm getting impatient now, and I just really want the DJ to be mine. The problem is, I feel as though I have to do something really impressive for her, since it was me that told her that we had to wait. I can't figure out exactly what to do for her, so I turn to my favourite control freak for help.

"Bree!" I shout as the blonde enters the coffee shop. Since she moved off campus after she graduated, I don't get to see her that much, but we still make time for each other, and she doesn't live too far away.

"Hey Chlo," she says, hugging me, "do you care to elaborate on the frantic plea for help that I got last night? You know I hate it when I don't know the full story."

"Geez, cutting to the chase much? Are you not planning on getting something to drink first?" I ask, knowing full well that she would rather just get straight to the point, but also that she can't say no to me.

"Fine, but this better not just be an hour filled with you gushing about how cute the hobbit is when she's eating corn on the cob again," she sighs.

"Hey! She is cute when she eats that, she's literally like a little hamster nibbling away at it, it's adorable! Besides, it's not that which I wanted to discuss," I reply.

She sighs again before going to get her coffee. She gets served quite quickly on account of the fact that the place is pretty empty, and brings back her - entirely too complicated and devoid of pretty much any caffeine, sugar or fat – coffee.

"Right then, if this isn't about the hobbit, what's the matter?" she asks entirely too professionally for a normal conversation, but that's just what Aubrey does.

"Well, you see, I never said that it wasn't about 'the hobbit' – I'd appreciate it if you could stop calling her that by the way, she's very sensitive about her height. I need your help in organising some way to ask her to be my girlfriend," I reply, stopping myself before I begin a rant about why the brunette is completely adorable and so perfect for me and – yeah, like that.

"Okay, so, just to clarify, you want me to come up with an aca-amazing idea to woo the alt girl who still hasn't got rid of her ear monstrosities?" she asks in a tone which really doesn't make me confident. I may have to pull out the highest level of 'I dare you to say no to me' pout here, I think.

"If you wouldn't mind of course," I say with a question hidden in the statement.

Then Aubrey surprises me. Let me just make it clear that Aubrey has never, in all the years that I've known her, surprised me. Not even with the puke. She squeals. She actually squeals…and claps, apparently. Oh, and now she's bouncing in her seat. What the hell have I just unleashed upon myself?

"You finally took my advice and got your head out of your ass! I'm so happy!" she shouts, probably a little too loudly for the place which we're in, "of course I'll help you! I've never seen anyone make you as happy as you are with Beca, I'm so glad you came to your senses."

"Thanks Bree, that really means a lot, but I honestly have no idea what the hell I'm gonna do to impress her, I really want it to be special, you know?"

"Chloe, as long as you're there I don't think Beca would give a damn what else was happening, in fact, I'm pretty sure you could be stood in a dumpster and she'd still have that stupid love-struck puppy smile on her face."

"That's a fair point, but still, I need this to be special. I plan on having this girl in my life forever, so it needs to be a decent story to tell the grandkids." Aubrey laughs at this.

"Okay, I'll have a think, but right now, I have to go, I have a stack of paperwork calling my name," she says, standing up and giving me another hug, "don't worry too much about it, we'll get it sorted and it'll be perfect."

"Thanks Bree, you're the best," I say, before watching her walk out.

Beca's POV

I slam my laptop shut for the second time in an hour. I can't concentrate when my mind is filled with red hair and crystal blue eyes. God, that sounds so queerballs. I don't think I can last much longer without her being mine, but I know she needs time. The question is, how much time is 'time'? I sigh, knowing that nothing is getting done before this is sorted out. I've got to ask her to be my girlfriend soon. Time to call in the big guns.

"Stacie!" I holler, the preferred method of communication in the house nowadays.

"Hey Cap, what's up?" she shouts, still making her way up the stairs to my room.

"Hey, is Chloe in?" I ask, a lot more quietly and clearly quite conspiratorially judging by the look that Stacie gives me.

"No, she went on a coffee date with Aubrey about twenty minutes ago, which you should know since you're practically joined at the hip," she replies with a smirk, "why? What's going on DJ?"

"Okay," I start, taking a deep breath, "please don't freak out on me when I ask you this, but I need your help, and the future of Bechloe will probably depend on how well we can pull this off."

"Wait, are you asking what I think you're asking?" at this point, she's practically bouncing up and down on the spot.

"Stace, I really need your help to figure out a way to ask Chloe to be my girlfriend. She deserves the world, so the least I can give her is a decent story to tell the grandkids," I say, desperately hoping that she won't have a complete fangirl meltdown on me.

She surprises me, and turns scarily serious in a scarily short amount of time. It's literally as if a switch has been flicked…FANGIRL DEACTIVATE. Oh God, what is happening to me?

"Right. We need an action plan. Don't you worry, I will make sure that this is planned to perfection. She will have one hell of a story to tell the Bechloe babies," she says, "I promise you that I'll get this sorted, but right now, I have a nail appointment to get to. I will not rest until the Bechloe ship is sailing. Catch you later, DJ."

She gives me a wave as she heads back down the stairs, leaving me in a slight daze and wondering if this was a good idea.

No POV

After having coffee with Chloe, Aubrey had gone to work to finish up the paperwork that she'd left in favour of helping her best friend through her crisis. Walking through the door to her apartment, she put her bag and shoes in their respective places, and proceeded through to chill out on the sofa for a while, thinking about the conversation she'd had with Chloe earlier, and how happy she seemed, knowing that she had to help her get the girl.

Just as she reached for the remote to switch the TV on, her phone buzzed, signifying a text message. She sighs and walks over to the counter, picking up her phone, she sees it's from Stacie, and suddenly she doesn't really mind the disturbance so much. She opens it up.

'Bree! DJ Oblivious finally got her shit together and grew a pair. She asked me for help to sail the Bechloe ship! Help me make our favourite ginger happy? – S xxx'

Aubrey nearly drops her phone. Of course the hobbit would finally get it together at the same time as Chloe got impatient.

'As much as I would usually be pleased that the midget got her ass into gear, sailing the Bechloe ship was also the topic of today's coffee date with Chloe. We may have a problem here. – A xxx'

The reply took a while to come through, and Aubrey presumed that Stacie must be trying to figure out a solution. Turns out the brunette is actually smarter than anyone gives her credit for.

'I've figured something out, I can be at yours in half an hour? – S xxx'

'Brilliant. I'll get my whiteboard ready. – A xxx'

A/N: Hopefully this is alright, I promise there'll be more Bechloe in the next chapter. As always let me know what you think, and you can find me on Tumblr: narwhalsarecooltoo.