A/N: Hey All! So here's the next chapter. Thanks for the feedback so far!
Also might have gotten carried away with this one (on that note, let's just assume I'll be getting carried away with some of the shenanigans and stuff until Beca meets the actual Chloe of this alternate universe).
Next chapter's got Stacie in it… and her… well… you'll know when you read the next chapter (don't want to give too much away). I'll hopefully upload that by tomorrow.
Reviews and comments are always appreciated. And if you want to see something happen, feel free to let me know ;)
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With Beca's connections and all, the tiny brunette managed to help Amy and Bumper find a place to live – because she can't take all the 'hot lovin'' her suite is getting to witness from the two reunited lovers – and get them to land jobs most suited to them in a span of four days.
It was day eleven of the whole multiverse trip.
Eleven whole days without Chloe.
And Beca shuddered at the thought that if the Chloe of this world ends up marrying Jesse, or if her Chloe marries stupid Kyle, then whatever indefinite but hopefully short amount of time she gets to live without her now will extend to forever.
A whole lifetime without the redhead.
If there was a hell on earth, Beca was sure that it would be that.
And yet somehow she was convinced that living a lifetime of having Chloe in her life all the while watching her be with someone else was even a worse fate to endure.
So maybe that's why she's been bugging Stacie to get her juices flowing and find a way to send her back.
And maybe that's why she's been bugging Aubrey to get her to meet Chloe already.
"I already told you munchkin, Chloe is busy spending time with Jesse's parents at the moment. You cannot swoop in and steal the bride right now. You're supposed to be her knight, not the dastardly villain."
"Dastardly villain? And seriously Aubrey, lack-of-height nicknames? Really?"
"It's your fault. You were the one who pointed out the differences in your world from ours and how 'things should be'. You even unleashed a side of Amy I didn't know existed. And Bumper too. The amount of trauma I've received from witnessing those two trying to get it on for the past few days will scar me for life. I blame you."
"Well, it felt weird. 'Sides, you were the one who kept sticking around my place, so really Bree, who is to blame here?" was all Beca gave as a reply. "So, where are we heading to now?" she dared to ask. They were driving round town, heading to some corporate office. Aubrey only mentioned they were meeting someone for lunch.
The pair found themselves entering a nearby café, not too shabby but not too fancy either for Beca's taste, and headed towards a table with an Italian guy in a crisp white suit who Beca couldn't recognize.
"Alfonso!" Aubrey greeted the Italian with a hug. Before the man could even regard Aubrey and Beca she heard a familiar voice calling the blonde's name.
"Aubrey! It's nice to see you again!" Cynthia Rose greeted as she took her turn in hugging Aubrey.
As they sat down, Aubrey introduced Beca to both Cynthia Rose and Alfonso.
When the blonde said that she was Cynthia Rose's boyfriend, Beca's jaws dropped.
But luckily Aubrey was quick to nudge the DJ who was clearly caught off guard from the comment.
Because as far as Beca was concerned, Cynthia Rose wasn't into fancy Italian guys in suits.
And as long as the topic of Alfonso was concerned, Beca swore he was a little too demure to just be an effeminate straight male.
He was also unabashedly checking out their male server every chance he got.
"Oh, this world is too twisted for me." Beca said through gritted teeth.
"Aubrey, is your friend here okay?" Cynthia Rose asked.
"I'm okay. You seem to be not. You too Alfie." Beca replied with a bit of snark, she didn't mean to, but that's just how it came out.
The next half hour or so was spent by having Beca give a speech of just how wrong everything was.
She started with Alfonso.
She didn't know Alfonso.
So it made it easier for her.
Because she couldn't take another minute of Cynthia Rose's 'boyfriend' eyeing their rather tall, dark, and handsome server.
After calling the Italian out on it, Beca focused her attention on Cynthia Rose.
"This isn't you." Beca pointed out. She raised a hand as soon as she saw Cynthia Rose try to rebut her statement.
"Let me finish." Beca then added. "You're more than all of whatever it is you have going on here. I've always admired you, you know, you were never afraid of being who you are. You never, for once, faltered. And neither did you care about what anyone else thought about you. You are just who you are, you didn't need any explanation or anything."
Cynthia Rose watched the DJ go on for the remaining hour or so about how "the CR" Beca knew was not afraid of loving who she truly loved and being true to herself.
It was strange, hearing herself tell this version of Cynthia Rose in front of her everything that her version of Cynthia Rose would have told her.
Because she was one to talk.
She decided to be proactively oblivious to her feelings for years, even when evidences to support the fact that she's in love with Chloe kept popping up every now and then.
Because she was afraid once upon a time too.
She was confused.
Until the day she realized that there was really nothing to be afraid about.
Or to be confused about.
Because falling in love with Chloe was the easiest thing that she's ever done.
Everything flowed easily.
Everything naturally fell into place.
It happened in microseconds.
No, nano- possibly pico- or femto-seconds.
Because ever since they met she knew, somewhere deep – incredibly way deep – inside her she knew.
The hiding and the running away was what was harder.
It was too much work.
All for nothing.
Because in the end she couldn't stop the inevitable from coming and taking her over completely.
And she didn't want this world's Cynthia Rose to suffer in love like she did.
As well as wait for the last moment to actually do something and fight for the person she loved.
Aubrey gave sympathetic nods, a shrug here or there, whenever Cynthia Rose looked for her for clarification, explanation, or some sort of support.
Cynthia Rose didn't know what it was, whether it was the passion of the rather infamous DJ possessed as she talked to her inspired her, or if it was the genuine and sincere caring tone, but it got to her.
It got to her.
Somewhere along the drive back, Alfonso getting their server's number and possibly groping his butt, and enlisting Cynthia Rose's help for wooing Chloe – a term that the badass DJ Beca Mitchell still refuses to acknowledge – with a quick recap of why they should help Beca in the first place, minus the reference of the whole multiverse and rift in the time and space continuum debacle, Beca found her confidence growing.
She can do this.
Tell Chloe how she felt.
Access this world's Beca's memories to help her – because she's still miserably failing at that.
And most importantly, get the girl back in her world.
Stupid Kyle can eat dirt.
She can do this.
Because fighting for Chloe felt just as natural as falling for her in the first place.
It annoyed Beca that she just realized that with her interaction with Cynthia Rose.
But better late than never, right?