A/N: Wow! This got more reviews than Most Likely To did on its first chapter. THANK YOU :D

Like I said, this story is a short one. Probably only going to run about 4-5 Chapters. But maybe, if it goes well, I'll write a full length sequel.

"It's slowing down!" Stacie squeals as the bottle that's spinning on the bedroom floor loses its momentum. "Who will the ginger kiss?"

"This game is fucking stupid." Beca mutters with a contorted face. "Half of you are in relationships and you're okay with letting your S.O just kiss someone else? Not to mention, we're college graduates, not fucking high school students."

"Tom doesn't even know I'm here." Chloe shrugs before swaying back and forth drunkenly.

"Isn't that WORSE?" Beca exclaims with a slight slur, and everyone's eyes are on her. Not because of her random outburst but because the bottle landed on her. "What? Am I the only one who thinks this takes cheating to a whole new level?"

"We're all consenting parties here, Beca." Chloe smirks. "Now kiss me."

"Drunk girl say what now?" Beca's eyes widen as Chloe looks at her expectantly. Her eyes then trail down to the floor where the bottle was pointing at her. "Oh, hell no!"

"Fine, then I'll kiss the person closest to you. Emily?" Chloe turns and looks at Emily who was shyly sitting in the corner of the group.

"Ew. Dude, no. That's my baby sister. She's not even 21!" Beca says in disgust. "This game is stupid!"

"Then shut up, kiss me, and it'll all be over with."

"Fuck." Beca mumbles as she sits up straight in her bed, her hand pressing against her forehead as she tries to shake the extremely vivid flashback from her brain.

Honestly, Beca doesn't know how she let herself become a mess over the beautiful human being that was Chloe Beale. She used to have morals, used to think cheating was wrong. But then Chloe came along... What had started out as 'harmless' sex (as Chloe liked to call it) had turned into a forest of feelings growing in the soil of Beca's heart. What was supposed to be a one time thing turned into a weekly occasion that, by this point, Beca couldn't stop if she wanted to.

She was in love with Chloe and she hated it more than she claimed she hated that stupid game of spin the bottle. It was the best and the worst thing that had ever happened to her, but right now, she was wishing it never happened at all.

Especially knowing that after she took a risk and sang that damn song, that nothing had changed. In fact, as her friends had predicted, Beca's pretty sure she made it worse. Chloe still went home to Tom and Beca went home to her boring, empty house.

Beca shakes her thoughts and lies back down, hearing the scratching of nails across the floor as a door opens.

"Shit." She huffs out when she hears keys jingling and the loud barking of her Doberman, Desoto, echoing through the hallway.

"Get your fucking ass in here, Posen! I know it's you." Beca screams from her bedroom as she hears Desoto running closer and the sound of Aubrey's heels tapping against the hardwood floor.

"How'd you know it was me?" Aubrey asks as she enters the room, Desoto happily jumping on the bed and cuddling next to Beca.

"Because you're the only one with keys besides Emily and she loudly, but happily, greets this loser at the door." Beca chuckles as she rubs the floppy ears of her dog.

"Not even Chloe has keys?" Aubrey smirks, gauging Beca's reaction to her mention of the redhead.

"No, because that'd be weird." Beca narrows her eyes at the blonde.

"How would that be weird? What if she needs late night sex and you're sleep-" Aubrey stops as the pillow from Beca's bed smacks her in the face. "Ow!"

Aubrey scowls and glares at Beca, who's innocently petting Desoto. "What?"

"You're a dick, Mitchell."

"No, Aubrey... I have a dick. There's a difference." Beca quips back, finding herself more and more amused by Aubrey's attitude. "What are you even doing here?"

"Oh, right. Well, Chloe called me today and-"

It was just after midnight when Beca finally decides to call it night. After her kiss with Chloe, she opted out of the game and claimed that they do something that doesn't condone the behavior of acting like dumb high school students.

She stands outside of Aubrey's apartment complex and patiently waits for her Lyft driver to arrive when she feels a presence next to her. Holding her breath, she looks out of her peripheral vision to see Chloe standing extremely close to her body.

"Uh, hi." Beca stares blankly as she continues avoiding eye contact with the redhead.

"Can I come back to your place?"

Beca's eyes widen at the question and she gulps loudly, hoping her slight discomfort wasn't apparent. "Uh... why?"

"Tom doesn't like it when I drink." Chloe shrugs. "Aubrey's apartment is small and I don't know. I don't want to go home."

Just say no, Beca. Just say no-

"Oh... Uhm, sure."

Idiot.

"Thanks, Beca." Chloe smiles as she drunkenly leans in and links her arms with the short brunette. "You're seriously the best."

Beca presses her mouth together in a tight lipped, awkward smile as the pair waits for the Lyft to arrive. Beca knew this was going to be trouble. Chloe had been overly clingy on her throughout the night and even though Beca figured it was just due to her being drunk, she couldn't exactly pin point it.

They arrive at Beca's house twenty minutes later, immediately being greeted by Desoto. Beca showed Chloe the guest bedroom and gave her clothes to sleep in before turning in for the night.

Somewhere in the first few minutes after falling asleep, Beca feels the bed dip and then warm skin touching her own. She cracks open an eye and sees Chloe straddling her hips and staring at her hungrily.

"Chlo? What are you doing?" Beca asks, half awake as Chloe leans forward and captures Beca's lips in her own. She grinds her center against Beca and can hear a small moan escape from the thin lips of the brunette. "We can't."

"Yes, we can." Chloe replies against her lips, moving her hand between their bodies and down to the waistband on Beca's boxers. She dips her hand in the material and wraps her fingers around Beca's semi-erect member. She starts slowly pumping up and down the shaft, causing Beca to grow unbearably hard at the sensation of Chloe's hand moving against her.

"Fuck." Beca curses as she rolls her head back. She feels a cool breeze hit her legs as Chloe starts to pull down her boxers, never breaking eye contact with her.

Chloe leans back down, her chest touching Beca's while her hand continues pleasuring Beca. Chloe leans in, her lips ghosting over Beca's ear. "I want you, even if it's just this one time."

Where Beca would usually protest such behavior (aka cheating), she found herself coming up short. All she can focus on was Chloe's hand on her member and the hot breath she just felt against her ear. Willpower was seemingly nonexistent at this point.

"Okay." Beca breathes, grabbing Chloe's hand and flipping them over. "Just this once, right?"

Chloe's hand wraps around the back of Beca's neck and pulls her down in a bruising kiss.

"Just this once."

Chloe stares blankly at the ceiling while her right hand lays across her stomach and her left absentmindedly swirls the glass of wine sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She sighs loudly and looks down at the bubbles that covered her body, trying to keep her mind focused on something other than a particular, short brunette.

Though, she was failing miserably. Chloe couldn't get Beca off of her mind ever since last night, ever since she heard Beca sing that song. And Chloe felt guilty. She felt guilty that she cheated on Tom and continued leading Beca on. It was never her intention to let it get that far. Hell, she shouldn't have even pushed Beca to have sex with her the first night they ever kissed. But she was hooked. Beca was soft and gentle, and truly caring of Chloe's wellbeing during sex whereas Tom was sloppy and rough, and only really cared about getting himself off.

But Chloe loves Tom and he's been there for her for four years. She couldn't just expect to leave him and be happy with Beca. Up until last night, she didn't even know Beca had legitimate feelings for her. And while she knows she loves Beca as well, she can't bring herself to leave Tom. Sure, he was getting to be a bit much, a little too overbearing, but he was her safety net and she doesn't want to give that up for something uncertain. Because she couldn't possibly be in love with Beca...

(Right?)

She brings the glass to her lips, taking a sip of the wine as the bathroom door opens.

"Really, Chloe? Drinking again?" Tom groans as he walks over to the sink and turns on the water, washing his hands before running them through his hair.

Chloe rolls her eyes and flips the switch to drain the water. She stands up and grabs a towel, wrapping it around her body as she steps out of the tub.

"I mean, I still can't believe you drank last night after I told you not to." Tom says as he turns around to see Chloe staring at him. "What?"

Chloe raises her eyebrow and grabs the wine glass, holding her hand over the tub and dumping the rest of it out into the draining water. She scoffs before setting the glass on the edge of the tub and walking out of the bathroom.

"So now we're just wasting alcohol?" Tom follows her out of the bathroom and stands outside of the closet door that Chloe had closed herself behind.

"You obviously don't want me drinking so I stopped the 'temptation'." Chloe replied sarcastically as she dries her body off and slips into a robe. She opens the door and sees Tom standing in the doorway.

"Ugh, Chloe. I'm sorry. I just don't like how you get when you drink." Tom tries to say in a sincere voice, but his undertone was still angry.

"Whatever." Chloe pushes past him and walks toward her dresser. She grabs a pair of panties and shimmies into them, looking over her shoulder to see Tom still staring at her like a piece of meat. "What?"

"I was just thinking," he starts out nervously, "I don't know that maybe we could... you know."

"I'm not in the mood." She replies coldly causing Tom to groan loudly.

"You're NEVER in the mood." Tom whines. "I have needs to you know."

"And you have a perfectly capable hand." Chloe quips back before continuing to dress herself.

Tom moves closer to Chloe and grabs onto her wrist. "What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing. I just really don't want to have sex." With you.

"Did I do something?"

"Just let it go, Tom. It's sex. Stop making such a big deal out of it." Chloe states harshly before grabbing her phone. Tom scoffs loudly, taking his leave from the room and leaving Chloe by herself. She looks at the screen and her eyebrow raises at the notifications on her screen.

8 Missed Calls from Becs

1 New Voicemail

She clicks on the voicemail button presses the phone against her ear.

'Uh, Chlo? Hey, it's Aubrey. Sorry I've been blowing up your phone... but... there's been an accident and Beca's in the hospital and my phone is dead. Er, uh... yeah, just thought you should know.'

Chloe's heart snaps in two as the voicemail ends and tries her best to keep her composure. "FUCK!"

Instantly, Tom comes running back into the room. "What's wrong?"

"I need to go. Beca's in the hospital and Aubrey's freaking out." Chloe states frantically as she puts her shoes on.

"Why is she in the hospital?" Tom questions.

"I don't know. Aubrey wouldn't say. I'm sorry, I need to go see her." Chloe bites her lower lip and hopes Tom doesn't freak out.

"Then I'm going with you."

A/N #2: Oh damn. Having your boyfriend and your lover in the same room together means nothing can go wrong, RIGHT? RIGHT?

Also, sorry for cutting the smut short in this.