A/N: Alright folks, here's the update and things will get a bit intense. Chloe's meeting Beca first time in months (nearly a year) since Beca left for LA.

Chloe's last day at school was an emotional one. All the kids she had taught, mostly adorable 2nd and 3rd graders, produced a farewell basket for her with lots of treats and a compiled book of letters and drawings they made telling her how awesome their Miss Beale was and how lucky they were to have her. She couldn't stop herself from tearing up when they presented it to her. She was near bawling when they did a small performance at the end of the day singing the The Three Degrees' classic "When Will I See You again" only changing the lyrics to something more appropriate for the occasion.

Hoo-oo ha-a ha-a hoo-oo

Precious moments

When will we see you again?

When will we share precious moments?

Will we have to wait forever?

Will we have to suffer?

And cry the whole night through?

When will we see you again?

When will our hearts beat together?

Could we be friends forever?

Is this our beginning?

Or is this the end?

When will we see you again?

The song played in her head for the entire weekend after she left school. Despite her plan to run away to live a completely new life as anyone but a singer, she couldn't help feeling saddened by that prospect. Leaving something you love, even voluntarily, could be such a bummer, and nobody experienced this as much as Chloe. She left the Bellas, she left her job, she will leave singing, she will leave her home, and most difficult of them all, she was leaving Beca, a crush of 6 years and still counting.

Efficient as usual, Chloe had packed over half the things in her house. Many would go to donations; her own possessions amounted to only 10 medium-sized boxes. That was all she would have after moving. She opened one of the boxes, putting in the letters, drawings, and photos with the kids into a box that was three-quarters full. Using a marker, she marked the box as "Keepsakes" and closed the flaps on top.

With her palms resting against the edge of the box, she looked out the window from her room, the sky was grey and what was a slight sprinkle of rain in the morning had become a steady drizzle. Depressing. She went back downstairs to fix herself a quick sandwich for lunch. She didn't really have much appetite but forced herself to eat anyway, as she checked her upcoming appointments. She had to be at the hospital in three days for a pre-op routine.

Chloe was not looking forward to the tests she was required to do before her surgery; blood tests, a heart trace (or ECG), and a chest x-ray all to be performed 2 weeks before the operation. She felt frightened. The nurse told her that these tests were to ensure she will make a good recovery from the surgery, and Chloe just wasn't certain if she even wanted to go through the procedure. At least I can still sing now. Her thoughts were interrupted by her doorbell. Someone was at the door.

Not sure who would be looking for her on a rainy Sunday afternoon, she was about to ignore it, assuming it must be a solicitor, when her doorbell rang again, a little bit more persistent this time. Sighing, she put down her sandwich, wiped her hands, and went to the entrance of the house.

Chloe opened the door and her eyes widened upon seeing the person standing in front of her. The tiny Brunette stood there, slightly drenched from the rain. It was none other than Beca Mitchell. And like the girl Chloe knew as much as her habits, Beca wasn't carrying an umbrella.

"Chloe…" Beca searched the agape redhead's eyes as she desperately looked for what to say next, she had tried rehearsing something but it had all gone out the window upon seeing the ginger standing before her, just as pretty as she was when Beca last saw her, only Chloe had lost some weight and looked more sullen.

"Wh…what are you doing here?" Chloe broke the silence. There was a slight hint of incredulity in her voice but there was also an obvious annoyance.

"You're not a creep. You're not a weirdo." In her nervousness, Beca blurted out the things that had been repeating in her mind after listening to that melancholic recording sent by Fat Amy a couple of days earlier. Hearing in person Chloe's change in voice also unnerved her. Chloe raised her eyebrows.

"Amy told you, didn't she?" Chloe rolled her eyes and folded her arms, not too pleased that the Big Bella didn't keep her word.

"No! She didn't tell me anything, I sorta figured it out." Beca wanted to explain but Chloe cut her short.

"Well, what do you want, Beca?" Chloe asked gently but the exchange was starting to become awkward, Chloe seemed reluctant to invite her in. The redhead had spotted the rented motorcycle parked at the curb and realized that the DJ had come alone. Beca had told her that she motorbiked to work as downtown LA had pretty bad traffic and scarce parking lots. Chloe had always dreamt of sitting behind Beca, arms around her waist while the DJ sped and zipped through highways and freeways to take her to places. So much for that fantasy.

"I…I just wanted…needed to see you, I don't want you to be alone as you go through this." Beca stammered, hoping Chloe would just let her in. But the redhead remained steadfast, pulling the door to give herself just enough space so that Beca couldn't even make out what was inside.

"Beca…I don't want you to sympathize with me."

"I'm not!"Beca realized she spoke too fast and tried to explain herself, "I mean I do feel very sorry and very sad…but I…"

Chloe broke her off again. "Why do you feel sorry and sad? Just because I have cancer?" Chloe gave her what seemed like a feigned smile, "Big deal! Besides, this will soon be over, after treatment. I'll live. Don't worry."

"I know this is not as easy as you're making it sound to be, Chlo."

"It's not hard, Beca. I'm moving, away from here, to start a new life once I've finished treatments, downsizing my place and moving someplace else where I can find a new calling. It's late to change anything now."

"Wh..what?", the smaller girl did not know how to react to being informed she's too late and that Chloe is dumping her existing life for a new one. Both these notions crushed her.

"I don't want you to feel sorry for me, I know I probably could never sing again...but I can dance and do other things, and you always say I'm a weirdo, well, I am. I haven't changed from that, and don't plan to. You shouldn't change my mind, you're only going to make me feel…more different." That final word hit Beca like an arrow, she was fucking up, and she had to think really fast.

"I'm so sorry I used to be such an idiot, you're no weirdo…., please Chloe..." Beca was grasping for anything she could possibly say to turn the dialog around, this was far from how she pictured the conversation. And Chloe, Beca had never seen the ginger so unfeeling and so cold.

"It's too late, Bec. It's really just too late. I don't want to get hurt anymore, I know life should be more than just about singing. My decision's final and this is for the best, for both of us."

"I'm so sorry for being a dick, I'm so sorry for being the pathetic fool I was….Chloe" Beca implored, she was about to confess everything to salvage the conversation.

"Please, Beca, go away. You'll only hurt me more by staying. Just go. Don't stay." Chloe turned away and stepped back into the house, closing the door and locking it. She could hardly contain the stony poker expression she was holding. She ran upstairs to her room, covering her mouth in her hand as tears trickled down her face. Burying her head into the pillow, she cried her heart out, muffling the sobs she was making.

Why Beca? Why do you have to come to me now? Why do you need to see me in this state? Why do you seek me when I'm spiraling downhill? I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry to shut you out and shun you like this! I'm so sorry but I have no choice! Please forgive me! Then, please, forget about me, so I can forget about you someday too.

She didn't know when Beca left, she was crying too hard to hear the motorcycle speeding off. All she knew was that she had rejected Beca Mitchell, and that was enough to shatter her heart.

A/N: Things do not look good for Beca and Chloe at the moment but trust me, this story will have a happy ending, so don't lose heart. Remember that in PP2, Beca also rejected Chloe so what happened here is in some way karma, but we're all vouching for her to find her way back. Just a bit more patience, and we'll see something beautiful coming from their relationship.