Chloe's p.o.v.

"Rebecca ! Wait !" I call out, but she storms out of the room without even glancing back. When I had looked in her eyes a few seconds ago, I had seen sadness and self-disgust, and I hate that anyone would ever think that of her. Even though I need to go to class, I decide to call my boyfriend. I am ready to have that fight. I dial his number and he answers almost right away.

"- Hello babe ! So you thought back and decided to come to see me instead of that slut ?

- In fact, no, I didn't.

- But, babe...

- No, stop right there and listen to me. First of all, as long as you plan on insulting my friend, you don't get to call me babe, or sweetie, or anything of that kind. Second, don't you dare judge her, you don't know her, you don't know what's true or not, you know nothing ! And finally, she might indeed be gay, she might have feelings for me, but she would never, ever do something to make me uncomfortable. She's bottled it up for so long, trust me, it's not to make a filthy, lame move on me at a party. Do you understand ?

- What I understand is that you're just finding a lame excuse to spend more time with this dyke-bitch than with me.

- You can't say that I didn't warn you. That's it Dylan. We're over !"

And with tears streaming down my face, I walk to the gates, needing a cigarette. I hope no one will be there but as I approach, I see a figure blowing smoke. I'm about to turn around when I recognize Reb, so I go out anyway, with my red, puffy eyes and my make up all over my face, going away with my tears. As soon as she sees me crying she rushes over to me.

"Chloe ? Hey sweetie what's wrong ?" she asks in a concerned tone, putting her hands on my arms, studying my face. I chuckle.

"Well look at us. You're the one storming out, sad, and in the end you're still the one comforting me... How ironic is that ?" I say.

"Don't be silly, come on, tell me what happened, why aren't you in class ?" I give in and explain everything. How my boyfriend is a jerk and when I had seen the look on her face, I didn't want anyone to think poorly of my friend. Everything except for the part where I know she loves me. She takes me in her arms and says she's sorry.

"It's not your fault Dylan's an asshole." I reply, feeling safe in her arms. I happen to have cried a few times in her arms. She'd put her arms around my shoulders and I'd rest my face in the crook of her neck, never hugging back. This time I do though, my arms find their way around her waist and I tighten my grip. She seems a bit startled at first but keeps soothing me, rocking our bodies back and forth.

"Reb, you know I'd never think bad of you, right ?" I mumble in her neck, making her shiver. Oh, right, I forgot she was ticklish. She doesn't complain though, so I remain there.

"Yeah, I know that... now. Hey, I don't feel like going back in there. Do you wanna go somewhere else ? The park, a pub, whatev'z..." she offers.

"Yeah, sure !" I say "Let's go to the pub !".

Beca's p.o.v.

We arrive at a pub down the street and I sit down at an outside table and Chloe sits across from me. We order, an Ice Tea for me and a Coke for her. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Chloe is the one to talk.

"Reb, can I ask you something a little... private ?" she asks shyly.

"Well, you already know plenty now but, go ahead, I'll see what I can do !" and I go back to sipping on my drink as she speaks again.

"Well, I mean, you said you didn't love these girls right ?" she asks.

"I didn't, no." I answer between two sips, not mentionning there was one I did love.

"See, I was wondering... Did you enjoy it anyways like, was it still good for you ?" I nearly chock on my Ice Tea hearing that. I hardly swallow and cough a little. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked it's none of my business..." she starts to apologize, looking down.

"No, no, it's okay, I just didn't expect that... but, to answer you, even if it's still a bit awkward, hum, yes I... enjoyed... it." I answer weirdly.

"Okay while I'm at it I might as well ask..." she continues then.

"Oh Gosh, what's it gonna be ?" I say, chuckling.

"How does it... work, I mean, what do you do ?" she asks ignoring my sarcasm.

"Oh my... Chloe !" I exclaim, shocked that she would ask that.

"What ? Please ! Tell me, I wanna know, what do you do, how does it feel ?" she asks, really interested. I wasn't going to, but she looks at me with puppy eyes and I give in because… come on, who could resist that ?

"Alright, fine" I sigh "for what we do, well usually, what you hear the most you know, we use our fingers, tongue... we sometimes scissor or, some other positions, mainly aiming to please the other..." I reply, still feeling weird.

"Interesting..." she says, squinting her eyes and leaning on her hand, waiting for me to continue.

"And as for the 'how it feels' part well... I can't describe it, you'll have to try it !" I say with a playful wink and a smirk on my face. She smiles and gets up, saying she has to use the toilets, and as she passes behind me, she puts both her hands on my shoulders, bends over to bring her lips close to my ear and whispers

"Maybe I will.". Her hot breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine, and as I still feel fire where her breath had landed, I turn to watch her walk in the pub. When she opens the door, she winks at me before disappearing in. Good God...

*That night with Emily and Beca*

No one's p.o.v.

Emily and Beca are pretty wasted after smoking and drinking half a bottle of vodka.

"Chloe did a good thing breaking up with that jerk !" Emily exclaims.

"Yup ! It won't help me get her though..." Beca answers thoughtfully.

"Maybe not, but still, she did it for you, you know ! Because she loves you as a friend and she constantly tells me how much it doesn't matter to her that you love her !" Emily explains, not considering her words.

"Wait what ?" Beca asks, not completely understanding.

"Whaaaaaaaat's up maaaaaaaaate ?" Emily jokes drunkenly.

"My DICK !" Beca responds, already forgetting. They both laugh uncontrolably until they feel dizzy and go to bed.

*The next morning*

Beca's p.o.v.

I open my eyes wide, remembering last night. Oh God. "SHE KNOWS ?" I exclaim.

A/N : Alright folks ! I hope you're enjoying the story so far, don't worry everything shall be explained. The Bridgit thing, the Dallas thing and other stuffs. And also, it takes a little bit of struggling but when I reach the peek, A LOT of Bechloe fluff is to be expected. Love always and forever,

Winnie