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Frat Mixer

"Chloe," Aubrey starts as they enter their apartment. Her call is answered with the close of Chloe's bedroom door.

Chloe throws herself onto her bed. She clutches her pillow to her chest and cries softly.

"I'm sorry, Chloe," Aubrey says to the door. "I was a jerk. Is that what you want to hear?"

She gets no answer.

"Okay. I'll leave you alone for now." Chloe hears Aubrey's footsteps move farther away.

Chloe continues to cry. She looks at her phone. She knows who she needs, but she has to calm down first. Chloe takes three steadying breaths. She hits the name on her phone.

"Shit, damn it, Bass," the person answers.

A chuckle escapes Chloe by surprise and then morphs into cries without her permission.

"I can call back," Chloe says.

"Hey, hey, Chlo, that you? What's wrong? Who do I need to arrest?" Jane says.

"Oh, God. No one. Please don't come down here," Chloe says seriously.

She now remembers the last time she called her Aunt Jane crying and how scarily fast the detective was knocking on her dorm door at Barden. Chloe begins to think she really should have called her mom. But since she told her mother about her nodes, she knew the woman felt guilty even if there was nothing more that could have been done to prevent this from happening.

"Are you busy?" Chloe asks.

"What's wrong, Bug?"

"The Frat Mixer was today."

"You sang?"

"Yeah."

"Of course you did. Bad?"

"It could have been better. Everyone was just out of sync. We didn't even finish."

"I'm sure Aubrey loved that."

"And then Aubrey went on about how we sucked and how I didn't sound Aguilerian. So I just told everyone about my nodes." Chloe's voice cracks on the last word.

"How'd that go over?"

"Beca seemed concerned about it being painful. But I can handle it."

Jane knows she needs to tread lightly here. Her niece was upset about this, but she could also be Rizzoli-level stubborn. "Bug, I don't think you should keep going if you're in pain while doing it."

"I'm not bailing on the Bellas. This is my and Aubrey's year."

"Maura said you could make your voice worse."

"I can't just quit."

"Chlo -"

"No. If this is the last I'm gonna be able to sing then I have to give it my all. I can handle it."

Jane sighs. "You get this stubbornness from your mother and Uncles."

Chloe scoffs. "Mom says I learned it from you."

"Nope. If anything she was involved."

"Really?" Chloe laughs.

"Your mom is damn stubborn. She's just polite with it like everything else."

Chloe laughs again. "So I definitely couldn't have learned it from you?"

"Nope."

"Right. Okay, if you say so."

"Glad we got that cleared up. But Chlo, I'm serious. I don't think you should keep singing."

"It's not so bad. I just need to do this. What if I can't sing at all after the surgery?"

Jane sighs. "I get it, Bug. But at least talk to Maura about things that could help your voice or ease the pain."

Chloe hesitates before she responds with an "Okay."

"What?" Chloe curses her aunt's detective senses.

"I can't talk to Mom," Chloe says.

"Of course you can. You know that."

"Not about this. Besides Dr. Foster gave me some pamphlets."

"You'd rather get advice from some pamphlets and not your genius mother?" Jane asks.

"I don't know."

"Have you spoken to Maura since you left?"

"I've been busy," Chloe tries.

"Okay. This explains why Maura's been a bit off."

"What's wrong with Mom?" Chloe asks.

"Besides her only daughter not talking to her?"

"I've texted her," Chloe says weakly.

"Oh well, that makes it better. She received some texts from the daughter she had to carry for ten months and then push out of her body and was in labor with for 18 hours, who had just gotten some pretty bad news and then got back on a plane to go back to school after being quiet for most of the night after the doctor's appointment," Jane rants.

"Aunt Jane, I just can't."

"Why not?"

"She'd blame herself for it and I don't want her to," Chloe cries. "I mean everyone is freaking about this and I don't want Mom to. Aubrey's already had a meltdown about where this leaves the Bellas and I'm just trying not to think about it much but every time I open my mouth to sing I can feel it. And I just — Mom didn't do anything wrong you know, but she'll blame herself," Chloe rants.

"Bug -"

Chloe continues. "And I don't know what to say. She'll say that I shouldn't sing anymore. And I love singing and she knows it, so then she'll feel horrible for even suggesting it. And Aubrey is counting on me and I can't quit on her. She's my best friend and this is supposed to be our year. I can't let her down. And she kept going on and on about how this changes things and everything and I don't want it to change anything. I just want to sing, Aunt Jane." Tears make their way down Chloe's cheeks.

"Bug, it's okay. Just relax," Jane tries to calm her distraught niece. "Take a few breaths for me."

Chloe follows her aunt's instructions.

"Listen to me," Jane starts when Chloe has calmed down, "if singing is your choice, Chloe, I'm with you. And Maura will be too. Everyone will respect your decision. At least for now, if it gets worse to where you may lose your voice altogether, we'll have to talk again. But shutting Maura out is not doing either of you any favors, you know. You're both still worried about the other, so just talk to each other.

"As for Aubrey and the Bellas. You're doing the best you can and that's it. Tell Aubrey to chill out and stay out of her vomit radius."

Chloe laughs.

"You guys will work it out," Jane says. "You'll be fine, Bug."

"Thanks, Aunt Jane," Chloe says with a small smile.

"So, how about you take a short nap and call Maura when you wake up?"

"Okay."

"Good, because I can deal with any and all Mauras pretty well, but 'worried about Chloe', distant Maura is my least favorite. Mainly because I can never do anything right. I walk too loudly, I walk too softly, I breathe too much. It's exhausting."

"Well, you're using adverbs correctly," Chloe comments.

"Go take your nap."

Chloe laughs. "Okay, Aunt Jane. I'll call Mom later."

"Good."

"Thanks again."

"No problem, Bug."

The two end their call. Chloe gets cozy on her bed for the nap she was instructed to take. And Jane makes a call to a bossy, vomit-prone, blonde.

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