Beca let out a small wince, trying to steady her breathing while she felt Chloe sucking hard on a patch of skin on the left side of her neck. God she was loving this. Laying back on Chloe's bed, her top off while the redhead smoothed her right hand up her left thigh and under her small plaid skirt then back again.

She felt Chloe roll her tongue over the patch of skin she'd just been nibbling and sucking at. Beca brought her hands to Chloe's back, hating that the older teen had still decided to keep her dress on, desperately wanting to feel her skin beneath her fingertips. But she hadn't wanted to insist that she take it off. Chloe had had a fairly traumatic day with the whole Drake incident so she didn't want to force her to do something she didn't want to do. That was why Beca had insisted a cheeky make-out session before dinner would probably be the best thing for them. No pressures of timings or having to satisfy each other quickly. Just nice explorative deep kissing.. with the odd love-bite here and there..

As Chloe returned her lips to Beca's ready to slide her tongue back into the brunette's mouth, she let out a small groan and broke the kiss. Her mother's voice could be heard calling them for dinner from the bottom of the stairs.

"We'd better go.." Beca whispered, an amused smile on her face as Chloe let out another little groan, burying her face in the crook of Beca's neck while mumbling, "I don't wannaaaaa!"

"The sooner we have dinner the sooner we can get back up here with far less risk of having someone interrupt us.." Beca bribed and Chloe quickly brought her face up from the younger teen's neck, raising her eyebrows with a delightful smile on her face, "Promise?"

Beca felt her heart skip a beat as she saw that smile, loving that she'd been the reason it was there. Not Chloe's every day smile, but her true smile. The one Chloe seemed to save for her.

"Promise" Beca mumbled as she brought her head up from one of Chloe's many cushions and captured the redhead's mouth with her own. She let out a quiet moan when Chloe deepened the kiss by sliding her tongue between her lips again, but it was interrupted again by Mrs Beale, who called them for dinner once again.

Chloe groaned as she sat herself up, pulling herself off Beca's half dressed body. Why were they always getting interrupted? Fortunately Beca was grinning, so any dread that Chloe may have felt for a millisecond or two immediately disappeared. Because even though her mother WAS annoying, Chloe was relieved to see that Beca was still here, and she didn't seem unhappy or uncomfortable with the situation at all.

"So, Beca.." Mr Beale began as he swallowed his first mouthful of dinner and let out a small sigh, raising his eyebrows as he looked at the teenager sat opposite him and beside his daughter, "Chloe's..not actually told us anything about you! Where are you from?"

Beca noticed out of the corner of her eye Chloe reach out and take her glass of juice, sipping it nervously. The brunette cleared her throat, "Oh I live over on Toretto Street? Always have.."

She scooped another forkful of mac and cheese and placed it in her mouth, feeling her chest tighten slightly with nerves while she looked across the table at Chloe's parents. She and their daughter had been secretly making out in Chloe's bedroom since Mrs Beale had left, and as such Beca ensured that her long brown hair fell over the left side of her neck so she could hide the huge love-bite that Chloe had given her a few minutes before Mrs Beale had called them down for dinner.

The forks on plates clattered and scraped as the Beale's and Beca continued to eat their dinner, smiling politely at one another. Beca had been feeling rather nervous as she kept seeing Chloe's mother look at her curiously, but fortunately she wasn't left in suspense for long:

"You know, Beca, I still can't get over how much you look like your Mother." Mrs Beale said with a broad smile that Beca couldn't get over was just like Chloe's. Beca could feel her cheeks flushing pink, not really knowing how the woman would know that, but Chloe was quick to respond.

"Mom!" she hissed in embarrassment, but Mrs Beale simply raised her eyebrows.

"Whaaat?" The woman said innocently, a small smile growing on her face as she shrugged, "She does!"

Chloe had brought her face into her hands while she let out a small groan, mumbling "Yeah but you don't SAY it out loud!"

Beca couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the girl's reaction, loving the way Chloe always brought her hands to her face whenever she was embarrassed.

"How do you know Beca's mother?" Mr Beale asked with a curious smile on his face, his brow slightly furrowed as he looked from his wife, to Beca (who was smiling affectionately at Chloe) then back to his wife again.

"Melissa went to Barden High with us back in the day sweetheart.." Mrs Beale said to the man who had once been her high school boyfriend and was now her husband, "She and I are now part of the same choir in the city, remember?"

Beca and Chloe's jaws dropped. They had no idea that their own mothers had once been school friends. Mr Beale on the other hand raised his eyebrows, sudden realisation hitting him, and Beca swallowed nervously as the man immediately turned to look at her as if he were seeing her with fresh eyes, "My God you're right, she DOES look like Melissa!"

"Dad!" Chloe cried out, horrified that her father was now the one to divert the attention purely on Beca. This time the brunette didn't chuckle, and instead she shuffled uncomfortably on her seat, never enjoying being the centre of attention in any given setting.

The front door was heard opening then slamming shut from the front of the house and the inhabitants of the kitchen turned to look towards the kitchen door, "That'll be Robert.." Mr Beale said with a sigh, "ever the slammer of doors."

And sure enough, Beca recognised the figure of Chloe's older brother, the young man having sidled up to Beca's car yesterday when she'd driven Chloe home. He'd teased his little sister, which Beca had actually found rather amusing on retrospect. But she wasn't smiling now.

Robert strode into the kitchen, muttering something about how good the Mac & Cheese smelt when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Chloe felt her heart suddenly begin to race as her brother took one look at Beca and grinned, "Hey! I know you! Didn't you drive Chloe home yesterday?"

"Umm.." Beca said, not tearing her eyes from Chloe's brother despite noticing from the corner of her eye that Mr & Mrs Beale had turned to look at the two teenage girls in surprise.

"And didn't I see you in our back yard too?" Robert asked before winking at his sister. Chloe had turned bright red, clearing her throat uncomfortably. She couldn't bring herself to look at her parents. She couldn't bring herself to look at her brother. And she couldn't bring herself to look at Beca. So she focussed on pushing a bit of Mac &Cheese around on her plate instead.

"Robert.." Mrs Beale said to her son in a warning tone, "leave Beca alone."

"Yeah and how long have you been home? Beca clambered over our fence a good hour ago!" Mr Beale said with a chuckle, something that Beca had no choice but to wince slightly at as the man grinned at her. She was relieved he at least found it funny.

Robert grabbed the spare plate of Mac & Cheese that his mother had left for him and put it in the microwave, "okay well first, remind me to remind you to tell me that story of Chlo-Bo's 'friend'.." both Chloe and Beca nearly threw up as they watched Chloe's brother use his hands as quotation marks when saying the word 'friend', fortunately neither Beale parent had been watching, "clambering over the fence."

Beca decided that hiding her face while she took a sip of juice was her best bet of hiding her embarrassment right now. But she almost choked when she heard Robert say, "And I didn't mean this afternoon. 'Beca' was in our back yard last night!"

Forks could be heard landing on Mr & Mrs Beale's plates and they immediately stared at Beca who was busy wiping her chin of juice. Chloe, meanwhile, was panicking. She'd only really known Beca a couple of days. They'd only been 'official' for about an hour. And already they were in serious danger of being found out by her parents.

"What were you doing out there last NIGHT, Beca?" Mr Beale asked, a confused expression on his face.

Beca swallowed loudly. Her chest felt tight again and she was almost certain she was close to tears she was so nervous. She rarely cried so it said a lot about how she was feeling right now. "Umm.." she ventured, but to her relief, Chloe cut in, snapping her hand out and grabbing Beca's arm.

"We were studying!" Chloe said quickly, not entirely sure how realistic that was going to sound, but she had to try, "Yeah I…I told Beca that you'd be mad if we studied too late, so I got her to climb out of my bedroom window instead.."

"At midnight?" Robert interjected with a grin as he pulled his meal out of the microwave.

"Yes. Yep, at midnight.." Chloe said with a nod, then bit her bottom lip awkwardly, holding her breath as she awaited the reaction of her parents. Mr Beale raised his eyebrows, praising his daughter for taking her schooling so seriously. But Mrs Beale wasn't stupid. She had an inkling of what might be going on, but she didn't want to entertain the thought that her daughter might be a…lesbian. Even if it was with the daughter of one of her oldest friends.

The kitchen fell silent as Robert joined the table and The Beale's soon began chatting about an upcoming football game that Beca really had no interest in.

Her entire focus was on her meal. And on how Chloe had managed to hook her leg around hers under the table. Beca enjoyed focussing on that..