After getting back from the coffee shop, Chloe immediately went in search of Beca, not having too much of a problem, knowing that the brunette would most likely be hunched over her laptop with half a cup of cold coffee next to her and headphones firmly in place. She realised that she was only partly right in her assumption, however, when her breath hitched at the sight that greeted her as she quietly made her way into the DJ's room.

Beca had clearly decided that she needed to get more comfortable at some point, swapping her usual flannel and jeans combo for a tank top which showed her toned arms and shoulders, along with a hint of the tattoo that resided there, and some shorts which left little to the imagination and looked suspiciously familiar. As if that wasn't enough, it seemed as though she had involuntarily decided to take an afternoon nap, as her headphones were over her ears, the faint strains of what sounded to be 'Everybody's Changing' still playing through them, with her small body curled around her laptop.

Chloe was baffled by how a person could be so hot, yet so cute in the same moment, and was caught between her urge to wake her up in order to cuddle her to death, and her want to stand and watch the self-proclaimed badass Beca Mitchell be so irresistibly cute without any guards or worries.

She decides that a good place to start would be to untangle the brunette from her technology and take it from there. Apparently Beca hadn't fulfilled her cuteness quota for the day however, since, as soon as Chloe began removing her headphones, she started mumbling,

"No…stop the tortoises from roaring…Chlo, make…stop…" Chloe, for her part, couldn't stop laughing at the smaller girl as she gently placed the headphones on the bedside table along with the laptop.

"Aww, Becs, you put those tortoises in their place, they need to be quiet!" she managed to get out between giggles.

"Yeah…shut up…slowpokes…stop…" she trailed off into a soft snore, whilst Chloe just stood there mesmerised by what she just witnessed.

Aubrey's apartment looked something akin to an army command centre. There were pieces of paper covered in notes all over the table, and the large whiteboard which occupied most of the space in the living room was covered in flow charts and mind maps. Stacie was actually surprised that no maps or figurines had been involved in the process yet.

"Bree, I think we've got it covered now, how about we take a break?" she asked sheepishly, noticing how stressed the blonde was.

"Stacie, how the hell are we meant to organise the perfect moment for them if we keep taking breaks? No, this has to go perfectly, and I won't rest until it's-" her gagging puts an end to that rant as Stacie runs behind her to rub her back soothingly, mainly to avoid getting sprayed with puke.

"Hey, it's okay, we'll get it sorted, we can do this, everything will be perfect," she says softly.

"But what happens if we've got it all wrong and they hate it?" Aubrey is on the verge of a complete meltdown at this point.

"Listen to me, we are the people that know them best, if anyone can get this right, it's us. Now, we're gonna take a break because being in this room is quite honestly driving me crazy, and then we can come back and make sure that everything is organised to perfection, I promise," she replies, desperately trying to stop the blonde from stressing too much.

When she had arrived earlier in the afternoon, she had spent half an hour attempting to calm Aubrey down and reassure her that they would come up with an aca-awesome plan for their favourite pair of idiots (yes, she had to resort to using the 'aca' prefix a few times during that particular session). Eventually, the blonde had calmed down enough that they could get down to the business of planning which, of course, was relatively easy, with ideas bouncing back and forth between them.

In Stacie's opinion, their plan was brilliant and so foolproof that even two goofs like Beca and Chloe couldn't screw it up. Aubrey on the other hand, true to her nature, had found at least twenty things that could possibly go wrong, and decided to focus on them, rather than the fact that no matter what happened, their friends would end up together and happy. Of course, there was no way to make her see this while she was stressed out and in a state, so the brunette settled for doing her best to help her friend with whatever she needed.

"Alright skinny bitches, I'm home! The day is over but the night is young! Let's get our party on!" was the holler that startled Beca and Chloe awake from their impromptu nap, the redhead letting out a giggle at the groan which emanates from small body beside her currently trying to scramble further under the covers.

"Come on Becs, when was the last time we got wasted? It'll be fun," this earned her another groan.

"Chlo, you know for a fact that the last time we got wasted it ended up being anything but fun," the brunette protested.

"In my defence, everything that happened that night was mainly Stacie's fault, and it was your fault that you ended up stuck on that roof – which reminds me, I need to ask Aubrey for the video, I'm sure it'll come in very handy for blackmail at some point," she says with a wink that makes Beca splutter and blush (no change there then).

"I-but-no-you-"

"Stop being such a grumpy pants and come and drink with me," Chloe whines, pout fully in place, "if you don't, I'll just send Amy up to give you some butt confidence."

"Okay, I'm up, I'm up, I'm getting changed then I'm going down!"

"I'm sorry to disappoint but you'll have to save the going down for later, there's people waiting for us," she winks once more over her shoulder before moving towards the door.

"I-Chlo-tha-" she splutters before regaining her composure and shouting, "that's not what I meant Beale!" to a closed door with a giggling redhead behind it.

"Yeah! More shots! Woo!"

"Chlo! Come down from there! I want my Chloe! You need to rescue me from my Chloe-free existence. My life is so boring without my redhead!"

After a few hours of drinking whatever Fat Amy had decided to put in the punch bowl, everyone was well and truly wasted, including the Australian herself who seemed to be having a very animated conversation with a cactus, although nobody is quite sure where the cactus came from. Emily passed out after an hour, and Chloe somehow managed to clean out a high cupboard and had decided to sit in it proclaiming that she was the queen of shots and that the rest of the peasants – mainly Jessica and Ashley – should serve her shots whenever she demanded them, which was roughly three times per minute. This, however, had caused a very drunk Beca to have a complete meltdown about not being able to have her Chloe by her side constantly, which led to her spending the majority of the night sat on the floor in front of the cupboard reciting lines from Romeo and Juliet and attempting to get Chloe to move from her spot close to the kitchen ceiling.

"Chlo! Get down! I'm gonna cry! I need my Chlo-bear!"

"No! Don't cry my Beca! I'll save you! Geronimo!" Chloe shouted as she jumped down and landed on top of Beca, who let out a squeak, but just hugged the body squashing her and started giggling.

"Chlo," she giggled.

"Yes, my king?"

"You just fell from the sky, you're an angel! You're like an actual real angel! Can I see your wings?" she asks innocently.

"Anything for you, Becs," she says with a smile.

Stacie and Aubrey walk into the Bella house, completely tired out from their planning session and ready for a hot chocolate before bed in preparation for the first stage of their plan to be executed tomorrow. Instead of that however, they find complete chaos. Chloe is sat shirtless on the kitchen floor with Beca crouched behind her, closely inspecting her back and crying about not being able to find something. Jessica and Ashley are kneeling in front of Chloe offering her trays full of shots and calling her their queen, and Fat Amy is declaring her love for a cactus. The other Bellas are scattered about the house in various states of consciousness, and Emily seems to have somehow passed out on the kitchen counter, although at least someone had been nice enough to cover her with a blanket.

"What the fuck is happening here?" Aubrey shouts, whilst Stacie is still trying to compose herself after seeing the position that her precious Bechloe were in.

At the sound of their former captain's voice, the Bellas all stop what they're doing and turn to the source. Apparently the sight of their two friends stood in the doorway was too much for them all to handle, since they all then started laughing simultaneously, leaving Stacie and Aubrey to exchange confused looks before deciding that they had better help their teammates get to bed.

An hour later and everyone was finally in bed after it took both Aubrey and Stacie to wrestle the cactus away from Amy, who insisted she was taking it to bed with her. Beca and Chloe had also put up a fight when they attempted to take them to their own rooms, adamant that they had to share a bed because Chloe had lost her wings. In the end, it was easier not ask questions and let them do what they wanted, as long as no more alcohol was involved. Jessica and Ashley also put up a fight before being dragged into their room, insisting that they needed to serve their queen, and so must go wherever she went. The sober pair didn't think it would be a good idea for four of them to wake up in one bed, however, so it was an argument they had to win.

Finally, Stacie and Aubrey got their hot chocolates and managed to relax a little on the sofa before they went to bed. It had been decided that Aubrey would sleep in Chloe's bed since it was unoccupied, and that way she would be in the same room as Stacie, ready for the inevitable group hangover that would occur in the morning.

"I think a lot of Advil is gonna be consumed tomorrow morning," Stacie says, breaking the comfortable silence that had descended upon them.

"Definitely," Aubrey laughs, "at least we have more blackmail material now. Especially on Beca."

"Oh my god, I know! I have no idea why she was crying, she just kept telling Chloe that something wasn't there over and over. Our friends are all crazy."

Aubrey eyes wander over to Stacie, taking in how beautiful she looks, even without all the make-up, her hair in a messy bun and her pyjamas on, and she smiles,

"Yeah, but we wouldn't have them any other way."

A/N: I'm so sorry about how long it's taken me to get this written. Life's been a complete bitch, as has writer's block. This fic will probably be finished in a couple of chapters or so, so if you fancy sending some prompts for my next one, or maybe some one-shots, send them me on here or on my Tumblr: narwhalsarecooltoo. I hope you're still enjoying this, let me know. Hope you're all having a good day/night. :)