Okay, I'm back! Sorry for the long wait, I had other stories running around in my head and a ton of work to do. But I hadn't forgotten about you guys :) I had no idea where this was going until I wrote it but I liked the direction it took. As always, I really appreciate and look forward to your feedback. Your comments/follows/favorites feed my hungry bechloe-trash soul!

Anyways, here they are, back by popular demand…

Beca finds herself restless as the call of nature pulls her unceremoniously from her sleep. She sighs as she resigns to the fact that she is inevitably going to have to get up and relieve her bladder but stops moving when she notices the arm wrapped loosely around her waist. Smiling to herself she leans back into the embrace and takes a deep breath.

Mornings are so not her thing but if she were to wake like this then maybe mornings wouldn't be so bad, she thinks.

She thinks back on how earlier that morning it had been she who was wrapped around Chloe, remembering how she had nearly panicked for fear of Chloe waking and it be awkward and uncomfortable. However, quite the opposite happened. Chloe, it seemed, welcomed it, encouraging her to remain where she was when Beca had tried to remove herself from around her friend.

At first she had been startled but after a moment of Chloe's embrace tightening around her in reassurance she finally let herself relax against her. And if she wasn't mistaken she could have sworn she felt Chloe's lips against her forehead before she fell back to sleep. The memory of that fills her with warmth and she takes the hand at her waist in her own, bringing it up to tuck under her chin as she burrows further into Chloe.

It isn't long after that she feels Chloe begin to stir behind her, breathing in deep before flexing her muscles and pulling Beca closer to her. She cant help the smile that splits her face and has to hold in her hum of delight when soft lips kiss her bare shoulder. Feeling her friend start to move away, she grips tighter the hand she holds and groans her displeasure at the attempt to separate. "Uh-uh."

"Good morning, sleepy head," Chloe smiles into the back of her shoulder and she answers with only a grunt. "Not a good morning?" she punctuates her question by peppering feather-light kisses from just under Beca's ear down to where shoulder and neck meet. She shudders slightly at the kisses and can't help the involuntary rock of her hips back into Chloe as she tilts her head to allow easier access for her kisses.

"It will be if you keep that up," she hums low in response.

Chloe places a gentle yet firm kiss on her jaw right below her earlobe, "I'm glad I can help."

"I bet," she responds breathlessly before clearing her throat.

"Why are you awake so early?" asks Chloe, rocking Beca a little with her shoulders.

"Why is anyone awake so early?" Beca grumbled. "I have to pee but I don't want to move."

"Ah, yes, that does present a problem doesn't it?"

"Thank you, captain obvious," adds Beca sarcastically.

"Mmmmm and there's the grumpy Beca we all know and love!" chimes Chloe enthusiastically, squeezing her tight.

"OhmygodlemmegoImgonnapee!" she groans quickly in a huff of air.

Chloe giggles as she makes to sit up and leans over Beca, turning her towards her slightly, "Alright, well you go pee and I'm going to freshen up and head downstairs. When you're done you come down too."

Beca scrunches hers face and squints like the light of the sun is going to melt her at any moment and whines, "You are far too cheerful right now and why would I go anywhere but back to bed at this ungodly hour?"

Chloe glances at the clock and back down to Beca, smiling. "It's already 9 o'clock whiny-butt, and" she leans in to put her cheek against Beca's with her lips close to her ear, lowering her voice to a sultry purr, "if you come downstairs I'll have a hot...cup...of coffee waiting for you."

She pulls back to look at her then and Beca has to remind herself how to breathe, blinking owlishly at her before choking out, "I'll be right down."

Chloe's laugh fills the room, "I thought that coffee would get your attention!" Leaning down she plants a quick kiss to her nose and hops off the bed. On her way out Beca can't help but mumble under her breath, "Ugh yeah...right, coffee."

While she goes to the bathroom to freshen up she thinks about their interactions of the previous day and last night, followed by the cuddling and kisses of this morning. She considers that maybe she wouldn't be out of line to step up her game a little, so to speak. It seemed to work for her this morning. Chloe had responded…well?…to her flirtations. What's the saying? If it ain't broke, don't fix it? Oh my god. What the hell is even happening to her?

Drying off her face she looks at herself in the mirror, "Alright. You can do this. You got this! You are 'The Beca Effin Mitchell!'" She gives herself a quick nod of reassurance before heading downstairs, resolved to her plan of continuing to allow herself to flirt and speak what's on her mind with Chloe and seeing where it leads.

What the actual fuck was that?! Chloe? And Stacie?!

After the kissing incident Beca had headed back upstairs under the guise of "working on mixes" but in all reality she just needed to get away and breathe.

Jesus.

She pulls out her laptop and tries to start working on some mixes for worlds but soon finds that she cannot concentrate. Well, she can concentrate, it's just not on her work. It's on a certain red head being lip-locked with a leggy brunette. What was even more distracting was the fact that not only did Chloe not run for the hills at the kiss, but she kissed her back! Chloe Beale actually kissed Stacie Conrad back!

Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her mind of the repeating images of the two girls making out in the kitchen, she stands and starts to pace. Maybe she needed a break. Yes, that's it, a quick break to clear her head. She heads downstairs again, peeking around corners as though at any given moment she could stumble upon another lip-lock, or worse. Just as she reaches into the fridge for a juice she catches movement in the corner of her eye.

Closing the fridge, she heads toward the back door where she finds Chloe outside doing her morning yoga. She thinks it's really not fair that someone can look so sexy in yoga pants and tank top but then again, it's Chloe and well, she would look good in a table cloth. At that she had images of Chloe wrapped in a table cloth, only a table cloth, and she swallows as she chastises herself for letting her mind go again.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you coming out here?" she hears Chloe's voice carry over the porch and blushes at being caught. She clears her throat before opening the door and quietly walking out to sit down on the stairs.

After a minute or two of silence Chloe smiles, "You're still staring, Becs."

"Oh, ugh, yeah. Sorry about that," blushing she looks down at the juice bottle she was turning around nervously in her hands.

"So, not that I mind an audience, but did you need something? Or do you just prefer to enjoy the show," Chloe adds with a wink.

Beca can't help the blush that creeps up her neck, because if Chloe only knew. She takes a breath and the question she wants to ask flows out of her in a rush, "Have you ever kissed a girl before?"

Chloe pauses in her pose and quirks an eyebrow at her.

"I mean, obviously you have, because you just did," her words stumble over each other and she kicks herself mentally at her habitual awkwardness. "But I mean, like, have you ever—other than this morning—kissed a girl?"

Her friend regards her for a second before answering, "Yes."

Beca blinks in surprise at the ease with which she answers and thinks she may need to be a tad more specific. "Was it… Was it, like, just for fun? Or because you wanted to?"

She hears Chloe release a soft giggle, "Aren't those kind of the same thing? Wanting to because it is fun?"

"Right," she says, almost to herself. This wasn't going at all how she planned. Not that she really planned this, but any conversation that she had pictured having with Chloe about any of this she was far more eloquent that she was currently being. Or not being, rather.

Chloe must have noticed her turmoil because she stops her routine and walks over to stand in front of Beca, reaching out to indicate the towel lying next to her on the porch and Beca hands it to her. "What is it that you're trying to ask, Becs?"

Beca looks down and begins to fiddle with the paper wrapping on her juice bottle and stammers a bit before taking a a breath to steady herself. "Have you ever liked a girl, and kissed her because you like her?"

The question was spoken with her head down but when Chloe doesn't answer immediately she looks up at her to find a lopsided grin on her face as she moves to sit next to Beca, picking up her water bottle and taking a drink. Beca hasn't taken her eyes off her friend and feels panic start to rise in her chest. "Dude, I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that. Like I don't even know why I… I shouldn't have—"

She was cut off by a soft voice, spoken into the wind as Chloe looks off into the yard, "Sara."

It was only a word and Beca wasn't even certain she heard it. "What?"

"Sara," she repeated, twisting the water bottle in her hands. "I had a crush on her in high school and we kissed behind the bleachers our senior year."

For a moment Beca was at a loss for words. She had not expected a "yes" but she sure hadn't expected this confession. It was only when Chloe finally turned to look at her with mixed vulnerability and resolve, that she found her voice, "Oh. Well…that's cool." What the actual fuck is wrong with her? How she has made it this far in life with her inability to form intelligent responses is beyond her.

"Have you?"

The question jerked her out of her self-loathing and she blinks in confusion at her friend. "Have I, what?"

"Have you kissed a girl because you liked her?" Chloe asks, her expression almost unreadable.

"No," and looking down briefly, she sees something close off in Chloe's eyes before she looks away from Beca and after a moment's pause, Beca takes a deep breath and her words flow from her mouth before she can even think about them. "But that doesn't mean I don't want to."

Chloe's head whips quickly around, her eyes hopeful and searching, "Do you want to?"

"Yeah," she answers, trying her best to maintain eye contact and not shy away from the questions she knows are coming.

"As in present tense?"

"Yeah."

Chloe stares at her for a full minute before looking back down at the water bottle she was dangling between her legs, "Anyone I know?"

Beca smirks grudgingly, "Yeah."

Chloe just hums, still not looking away from her bottle.

She waits for the next question but none comes. "You not going to ask who it is?"

"Do you want me to?" she asks quietly.

"It would make this easier," she speaks softly, almost to herself.

Chloe looks up at her then, her expression reserved, guarded, "So who's the lucky girl?"

Beca's eyes roam over Chloe's face before letting out a shaky laugh and once again picking at the plastic on her juice bottle before she answers tremulously, "I wouldn't call you lucky."

She feels Chloe tense beside her and her stomach drops in fear. She is tempted to back track but Beca knows this is one of those "now or never" moments and if Chloe never wants to speak to her again they would be going their separate ways soon anyways. So she tells herself to sack up.

Chloe's voice breaks through her thoughts once again, her voice carrying a tone she'd never heard from her before, "Beca."

Beca takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders and stormy blues lock with bright cerulean as she braces for whatever Chloe is going to say.