Haven't you seen me sleepwalking 'cause I've been holding your hand
Haven't you noticed me drifting
Oh
Let me tell you I am

Tell me it's nothing
Try to convince me that I'm not drowning
Oh
Let me tell you I am

Please
Please tell me you know
I've got to let you go
I can't help falling out of love with you
Ooh

Why I am feeling so guilty
Why I am holding my breath
Worry about everyone but me and I just keep losing myself

Tell me it's nothing
Try to convince me that I'm not drowning
Oh
Let me tell you I am

Please
Please tell me you know
I've got to let you go
I can't help falling out of love with you

Won't you read my mind
Don't you make me like you
And I hear

Please
Please tell me you know
I've got to let you go
I can't help falling out of love with you
With you
Ooh
Ooh

Haven't you noticed
I'm sleepwalking

DECEMBER

"So when are you coming into town?" Jesse asked.

"Hmmm?" Beca realized she must have zoned out and missed a significant chunk of a conversation with her boyfriend. "I'm sorry … I was lost in my thoughts there." She offered up a weak smile.

Jesse's face fell a little, but he rebounded. "I asked when you were going to be getting to my parent's house?"

Beca sat dumbfounded. How much of the conversation did I miss? "I'm really sorry, but what now? Why would I be going to your parents' house?"

Now Jesse's face really fell. "You're kidding, right?" Looking at the blank look on Beca's face, he knew that she wasn't. "Oh my God. You said you were going to come to their house during Winter Break."

Beca desperately flicked through her file box of memories, trying to remember this conversation. She was drawing a complete blank. "Uh… Did I?" Jesse's face paled. "I'm really sorry, dude. But I don't remember that."

The young man stared at her across the table. They were supposed to be on a date, but it was not going well. Beca seemed distant, distracted. She picked at her food and zoned out for long stretches. And now this. "Unbelievable." He rubbed his face and dragged his hand through his hair. "Well we can discuss it now, then. We were expecting you to come between Christmas and New Year's." Beca's face blanched at that. "No way…"

"I can't come then." She stated weakly.

"Not only did you forget you said you would come, but now you also made plans with someone else?" Jesse was getting angry. Beca stared at the table and tore apart some fries. "What are you doing that means you can't come?"

Lie. Lie. Lie. "I'm … uh … going skiing." You are an unstoppable moron.

Eyes narrowing, Jesse replied, "Skiing? You hate outdoorsy stuff. Why are you going skiing?"

Don't tell him. He'll lose it. "Uh … Chloe's family is going … and she asked me to go." I quit. You're on your own, idiot.

"You. Have got. To be kidding me." Jesse glared. "Chloe … again."

Beca bristled. This had been a source of contention before - actually more and more lately. "Don't do this…."

"Don't do what?" Jesse hissed. "Wonder why my girlfriend keeps ditching me for her friend?" He sat up straight and crossed his arms. "Tell her you aren't going. Cancel on her."

"What?!" Beca couldn't believe the suggestion. "I'm not canceling on her."

"You don't have any problems canceling on me. All the time."

Beca's eyes darted around the room. "Her parents already paid for me to go."

Jesse shrugged. "My parents already paid for you to come."

Beca scowled. "No they didn't. We would be driving."

"Irrelevant," Jesse replied. "You cancelled on me, so now you can cancel on her."

Beca's mouth dropped open. "I don't even remember agreeing to go with you. How could I cancel on you?" She tried to rein in the conversation. "Look, this is our last year. Her parents are taking their family skiing and wanted us to be able to have a memory together before …." Beca gulped at the thought of what would be inevitable in a few months. "Youand I are going to LA together. I don't have as much time with her." The emotions of losing Chloe caused Beca to tear up.

Jesse thought Beca was tearing up over their fight, so he softened. "I understand. We can just … exchange gifts tonight before I head out tomorrow." He grabbed one of Beca's hands. "Can I come by the house tonight, like at 8?"

Beca nodded. They finished their lunch in silence.

Shit.

"Hey Chlo?" Beca stuck her head into Chloe's room.

"What's up?" The redhead was laying on her bed on her stomach, reading a book. She was wearing a loose tank top, which had dropped open at the neck due to her position - giving a very clear view straight down into her cleavage. Combined with her short running shorts and bare feet… Beca tried to ignore the fluttering in her stomach as she looked at the amount of skin on display.

"Um … are you busy? Would you want to go to the mall with me?"

Chloe perked up and looked up at the brunette. "Do my ears deceive me? Is Beca Mitchell asking to go to the mall? And during the holiday season?"

Beca rubbed the back of her neck, a sure sign she was nervous and/or embarrassed. "I, uh, forgot to get Jesse a present. And he wants to exchange them tonight."

Chloe scrambled to sit up on the bed, leaning forward with an astonished look. "Oh, no. How did you forget that?"

"I don't know!" Beca paced around the room, flailing her arms. "I kept thinking I had more time. Then I just spaced on how close Christmas was."

"Did you … forget to get everyone presents?" Chloe raised her eyebrows as she asked, her stomach sinking for a moment.

"No," Beca answered casually, shook her head, and bit her fingernail. "I got everyone else's"

Chloe felt somersaults inside. "Do … you know where to look … for his?"

Beca dropped into Chloe's desk seat. "Noooo." She whined. "I don't know." She spun around in the chair. "I feel awful. I've thought about movies, but he has so many. Or music, but I don't even know what he has. He likes those Pop figures … maybe a couple of those?"

Chloe hesitated before speaking. "Becs, what's going on with you two? You don't seem to be clicking lately."

Beca gnawed on her lip. "I don't know." She sighed and leaned over in the seat, clasping her hands over her knees. She looked up into Chloe's face. "I forgot I was supposed to go see him over break."

Chloe pulled her hand over her mouth. "Oh no."

Beca nodded. "And it was during the ski trip."

Chloe froze. Immediately, she wanted to be sick. She had been looking forward to this trip for months. "What … so … I can call my parents…"

"Why?" Beca frowned. "I'm still going. I explained that it was for us to have a special memory before … moving." The brunette's frown seemed much sadder and it extended to her eyes.

"Oh." The redhead was surprised at the news. "Good. I am looking forward to the trip."

"Me too." Beca's eyes brightened. The duo talked about the trip, slowly forgetting about what started the conversation. It was Chloe who remembered, looking at the clock and realizing time was running out if they wanted to get back in time for Beca and Jesse to swap gifts.

JANUARY

"We are out of school on Monday," Jesse stated.

"Yup," Beca replied. She leaned back on the couch in the Bella's living room, feet up on the coffee table. Even though school had just started, she was looking forward to the break. She actually had almost nothing planned, so it would be super relaxing. She was wearing a big long-sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants, which she planned on adopting for her wardrobe for as much as possible of the three day weekend. The television was on with a mindless cooking show. It took a few moments before Beca registered the finger tracing designs on her arm.

"You know…," Jess started. "We could maybe go away for a few days. Since we missed out on Christmas together."

Beca tensed at the reference to their winter break kerfuffle. "I don't know…," she huffed. "I was planning on just chilling this weekend."

"We can still … chill," Jesse mentioned as he continued to trace his finger around Beca's shoulder. "Netflix and chill." A sneaky grin appeared on his face. His eyebrows waggled.

"I mean … that sounds great …," Beca hesitated as she answered. "But this is our last semester, and I have homework, and things have been busy."

Jesse bristled at the excuses. "I just wanted to spend some time with you. There is always something else going on." He breathed in deeply. "What about Monday? Maybe we can go away for the day? Spend it in Atlanta or something?"

"Uh … I … can't on Monday." Beca braced herself. She knew Jesse was still hurting from her going on the ski trip instead of going to see him.

"You don't have to work, right?"

"Riiight."

"And you don't have school. And you were just chilling anyway, as you mentioned." Jesse's tone was clipped and frustrated.

"Correct." Beca winced. "But … I promised that I would work a booth at the MLK parade."

"A booth for what?" The icy delivery guaranteed that the answer would not go over well.

"A pet rescue group." Beca stared at the screen, trying to avoid Jesse's cold eyes.

"You hate animals."

"No I don't!" Beca retorted, tensing up.

"Why in God's name would you sign up for something like …." Realization struck. "Damn you, Beca. Chloe asked." Beca didn't answer, which was answer enough. "Every fucking time…"

"Hey. She asked me weeks ago. You just asked me to do something." Beca defensively sat up now. "I already committed and they need volunteers to make sure the booth is full. I can't back out."

Jesse fumed for a minute. "Do you ever … do you ever think about us first? Hmm?" When she didn't answer, he pushed more. "Beca? Do you? Do you ever consider making us a priority? Setting up something for us befooorrre you schedule everyone else?" Beca again stayed quiet, playing with her fingers. Jesse stood up quickly. "Whatever. Have a good weekend. I'll see you at some point. Unless Chloe has something for you to do." He briskly walked out and slammed the door.

Beca didn't go after him.

"Man it's cold." Beca stamped her feet to stay warm. She had her hands jammed into the pockets of her puffy jacket. The hood was up over the beanie she was wearing. Chloe laughed at the sight. She agreed it was chilly, but she also know Beca was being dramatic.

"This is nothing compared to the ski trip," the redhead replied. "You didn't complain about that."

"That's because I stayed inside most of the time with a big cozy fire and various hot drinks," Beca explained.

"I brought you coffee," Chloe countered with a grin, pointing at the empty cup on the table.

"That was gone hours ago," the brunette whined.

"Not my fault you guzzled it." Chloe smiled brightly as a couple approached the tent, drawn by the cute pictures of dogs displayed everywhere. "Text Jesse and ask him to bring you some more coffee."

Beca didn't reply. Instead, she stood frozen for a different reason. Chloe looked over when the bantering ceased. She shot a questioning glance to her friend. Beca stammered, "I … ahh… That wouldn't be a good idea. He's kind of pissed I'm here."

"Becaaaa…" Chloe replied with a concerned face. "What happened now?"

"He asked me to go away this weekend and I just… didn't want to." She looked at her friend sadly. "I was tired and wanted to stay home."

"You didn't have to come with me, you know." Chloe wasn't sure if Beca was referring to this activity as well. She didn't want the brunette to have felt pressured.

"I wanted to do this," Beca clarified. "I wanted to … be here … with…"

Chloe hated this. She hated having to encourage Beca to be fair to Jesse, to not neglect him. She hated feeling like a bad friend because she wanted nothing more than for the couple to break up. She wanted Beca to realize that the reason she wasn't happy with Jesse was because she loved someone else. That's what she wanted. You don't always get what you want.

"Beca, what is going on with you and Jesse? You can talk to me."

Beca stared out at the people milling around. "I feel like … I'm sleepwalking. You know?" Chloe nodded her head. "Like I'm just sticking with him because … I'm supposed to. And he keeps acting like things aren't different." She shivered against the cold … and the thoughts. "Everything is changing soon. He's familiar. He's the same." She turned her face to examine her friend. "But he's not what I want. Not anymore."

Chloe's heart raced. "Are you going to tell him that?"

Beca shrugged and shivered again. "I don't know."

MARCH

"Did you know we haven't talked in two weeks?"

Beca looked surprised at Jesse. "What are you talking about? We talk all the time."

The Treble shook his head. "No, we text all the time. We haven't talked in person or on the phone in two weeks. I remember. It was at the BU Harmonics' St. Patrick's Day bash. You had that lame green shamrock taped to your shirt. And I tapped it and you slapped my hand away because I touched your boob." A hurt feeling settled on Jesse's face as he finished the story.

Beca tried to diffuse the situation with her usual sarcasm. "That's a disturbing amount of detail for someone to remember. Weirdo." She grinned to show she was kidding.

"I just think that maybe a dating couple should at least talk once in a while." Jesse countered.

Heat started to shoot up Beca's neck. Not this again… "Jesse, can we not do this…"

"Not do what, Beca?" Jesse's temper began to rise. "We don't do anything. We don't go out. We don't talk. We don't have sex…"

"There it is…"

"There what is?"

Beca took deep breaths. She didn't want to have this argument … again. She didn't want to fight with her boyfriend of over two years on one of the few times she actually saw him. But it seemed like that was all they did anymore. "Sex. That's what you want."

"Yes! I do want that. With my girlfriend!" Jesse screamed back, ignoring the fact that they were out in public. They hadn't even made it into the car. It was a Sunday afternoon and Beca finally couldn't come up with a good excuse to avoid going somewhere with Jesse. So they decided to go to get coffee. They hadn't even gotten in the car, and here they were yelling at each other. "Do you know how long it has been since we have been together?"

Beca looked around, humiliated. She knew that both Trebles and Bellas could hear this exchange inside the house. "Doyou have to be so loud?"

"Answer me. Do you know how long?"

"No, I don't keep a journal or anything. What? A few weeks?"

"Four months, Beca. Four months." Jesse growled through gritted teeth.

That couldn't be right. Four months? Before Christmas?! "That isn't right."

"Yes. It is." His clipped delivery made it clear he knew this information. "It was before Thanksgiving."

"Seriously. Do you have some diary or something?"

Jesse fumed. "This isn't a joke, Beca." He paced by the car. "You always have something else to do. You have Bella business, and work, and ski trips, and MLK day, and Spring Break…"

"I never used MLK day as an excuse!" Beca retorted.

"Yes you did!" Jesse's eyes shot open at the comment. "You had to work a booth at the parade, remember?"

"I … did not … remember that." Beca answered bashfully.

"Is there somebody else?" Jesse asked with a broken voice.

All the self-control that Beca had been exhibiting was swept away with the comment. "How … dare … you…" Her eyes flared. "You know about my dad. You know how much that destroyed me. How could you accuse me of that?"

Jesse winced at the heated response, but he refused to back down. "You just don't act like a person who is still invested in the relationship. Our relationship is never the most important thing to you. It only matters when there isn't anything else to do. Just like today." Beca tried to calm the fire raging in her chest. Then Jesse hurled the can of gasoline. "Is it Chloe?"

FOOOOOM! "I'm not doing this, Jesse!" Beca erupted. "You can doubt me, you can call me a cheater, you can tell me I'm a shitty girlfriend." She clenched her fists by her sides. "But don't you EVER drag her into this. Don't you EVER accuse her…"

"And you can't see why I would think that?" Jesse threw his hands in the air. "Listen to yourself! You spend more time with her than anyone. You care more about her than anyone. You defend her more than anyone. Even now, right now, you fight harder for her than for us!"

Beca couldn't take it any more. "Fuck you, Jesse! Just go away." She turned and stomped back to the Bella house.

"That's right. Go back to Chloe!" Jesse fired to her back.

She spun back around. "You can write all about your fantasy in your GOD DAMN DIARY!"

She entered the house and slammed the door behind her. Cynthia Rose didn't look up from her phone. "Sound like it went well. Have a nice date?"

"Shut up." Beca stormed upstairs.

Chloe opened her door when she heard the soft knock. Her heart ached as she saw a defeated Beca standing in the hall. Wordlessly, she took the smaller woman's hand and pulled her into the room. They both sat cross legged on Chloe's bed. The redhead didn't even need to ask what was going on. She had heard enough through her window. She just waited until Beca was ready to talk.

"Why haven't I ended this yet?" Beca finally softly asked, not expecting a response. Chloe knew that, so she continued to sit - rubbing soft circles into Beca's leg. "He deserves better than this."

"Love is hard," Chloe offered.

"This isn't love," Beca whispered. "It hasn't been for a long time." Her eyes swam as she picked at the blanket beneath her.

"Becs, honey?" Chloe hesitated before speaking. She was nervous, afraid to let her own feelings influence her role as best friend. "Is it possible you're hoping that he ends it? If you pull away enough, he will make that move?" Beca sat quietly, but clearly thinking about it. "Cause you know him too well; he'll never do that. He will keep chasing you and hoping that you'll come back to him. That's how he is."

The younger woman sat pensively. Her wheels were turning, considering what Chloe was saying, the fight earlier, the confrontations over the last few months. "I'm a shitty girlfriend," she finally managed to mumble.

"No, you're not," Chloe responded, shaking her head. "You've been a great girlfriend to him. Sometimes … things just change." She steeled herself for what she wanted to say next. "But, if you don't break things off, then, yeah, you'll be a … shitty girlfriend."

Beca huffed and flopped backwards onto the bed. "I feel horrible … just guilty … that I haven't been there for him." She stared at the ceiling. "Am I just this bad of a person? Am I so damaged that I can't even handle having someone who cares about me that much?"

"I don't think that's the problem, Becs." Chloe answered, shifting to lean against the headboard with her legs stretched out. "You aren't running away from him because you're scared. You're drifting away because … you just aren't meant for each other." Beca didn't answer right away. "Hey, what are you thinking?"

Beca sat back up and shifted so she could lean against the wall, her legs stretching perpendicular to Chloe's. She lifted the other woman's legs up and set them across her own. She unconsciously began rubbing Chloe's feet and playing with her toes. She stared unfocused at the carpet in the room. It was a scene that had played out dozens, or hundreds, of times over the last few years. "I can't go to LA with him. There is no future with him." She kept thinking then continued. "Hesees us getting married once we are out there." The distaste at the thought was clearly written on her face.

"You don't see that?"

"I"ve never seen myself marrying Jesse." The admission startled both women, but neither wanted to show it.

"Then why were you with him?" Chloe asked, her face etched with confusion.

"Dunno," Beca shrugged. "He was … comfortable? Easy? Expected?" She was now rubbing up and down Chloe's legs. She murmured, "Now that just seems … boring." Her breathing started to pick up as a thought leapt into her mind. She felt a mild panic seeping into her chest. "Oh God, am I just my dad? Isn't that what happened with him and my mom? He got bored and left? Am I going to do that too?" The thought of repeating the actions that devastated her agitated Beca. She began to get frantic, swinging her face towards Chloe, hoping for some reassurance.

"Hey, hey." Chloe rubbed Beca's arm. "You aren't your dad. You and Jesse aren't married. You aren't just going to get bored and walk away." She tried to bring some levity to the situation. "You've never gotten bored of me and walked away."

"I could never get bored of you…" Beca responded, rolling her eyes.

"Give it time," Chloe teased.

"Not a chance, Chlo." Beca patted the redhead's legs. "You're stuck with me for life."

"I hope so." Chloe answered with a smile. The thought of losing Beca, of the duo drifting apart, was a constant fear in the redhead's mind. The conversation brought it back to life, and Chloe found herself distressed at the very concept. She knew that she should be comforting Beca in this moment, but right now the fear was overriding her desires to be a good friend. Graduation was looming. They were leaving the Bella House. She couldn't ignore it. "We aren't going to drift apart, are we?" Chloe asked in a small voice.

Beca turned and saw the pain on her friend's face. "No, Chlo. We aren't." The brunette turned to face the redhead. She grabbed her hands and squeezed. "I will never let you drift away."

"Jesse drifted away. You've been dating him for years." Chloe couldn't stop the tears.

"I've never felt anywhere near as much for him as I do for you."

Both women froze at the statement. Chloe's heart pounded as she tried to figure out what Beca meant. She could feel the other woman tense up and expected her to flee at any moment. But Chloe couldn't bring herself to ask for clarification. Beca, meanwhile, thought about what she said, and she realized just how true the statement had been. She had never felt for Jesse the magnitude she felt for Chloe. And maybe that was the problem. She brought her eyes up to meet Chloe's. The bright blue orbs she encountered were filled with tears and with hope. Beca lifted her hand up to cup Chloe's face. She rubbed her thumb on the other woman's cheek, and she smiled gently. "I gotta take care of something," Beca spoke softly. Chloe silently nodded. The brunette climbed off the bed and left the room, smiling back at Chloe from the door. "I'll be back in a bit."

Beca slowly, wearily returned to the Bella House. She toed her shoes off at the door and walked to the stairs. The house was quiet and dark; the girls had all probably gone to bed already. Most of them had classes the next day. The brunette climbed all the way up to the third floor and entered her room. Amy wasn't there, as usual. So Beca just changed into her pajamas right there. She flopped onto her bed and pulled her pillow under her head. Her face was red and blotchy, eyes were swollen. She had a pounding headache from all the yelling and crying. And she felt like the worst person alive. She didn't think she had any more tears to shed, but she found them leaking out onto the pillow.

Jesse had been her first serious boyfriend. She had gone on dates in high school, had some casual hookups. But she had been so closed off for so long that no one really wanted anything serious from her. Jesse had persisted and pushed and pursued. There was something about his behaviors that made Beca feel special. And it made sense. It was how things should be. But even from the beginning, even from when she ran to him after Nationals, something wasn't right. She was never into him as much as he was into her. She told herself that she cared, that she loved him. She told herself that she wanted to have sex with him, wanted to spend nights watching shitty movies with him. But she always kept him at an arm's length. He never was the most important person to her, the most important relationship, the most important place in her life.

That person was one floor below her.

Chloe came into her life at the same time as Jesse. She also persisted and pushed and pursued. But, she was more successful. She got past those closed off areas. She got past the arm's length distance. Beca actually wanted to spend time with her, to watch movies with her, to cuddle with her. Even though she might act put off or irritated, she craved those things. And she chose Chloe over Jesse at almost every opportunity. Except after Nationals. That one moment set her course of action for over two years. Beca took the expected, normal, reasonable route. And now, she realized that it was a river that dried up.

That night, she and Jesse had talked. They had yelled. They had cried. She tried to explain that she just couldn't bring herself to stay with him any longer. They had drifted too far apart. She had fallen out of love with him - she didn't mention that she wondered if she every had been in love with him. She couldn't go to LA with him. She couldn't keep him hoping that some day he would wear her down, that she would become the person he wanted her to be. He had gotten angry and cruel. He accused her of cheating. He accused her of being scared. He had accused Chloe… Then she had gotten angry. After yelling for a long time, Jesse started to beg, to plead with Beca to reconsider. He had reminded her of all the good times they had - and he hadn't been wrong. They had some great times together, some wonderful memories. But those were just that … memories. And Beca couldn't stake her entire future on just memories. By the time they were done, she had trudged back to the Bella House, and he had stumbled back into the Treble House. Like so many other doomed college relationships, theirs would be relegated to stories and photos. The ex-couple would drop boxes of returned goods onto each other's doorsteps.

Even though Beca knew it was the right thing, she hurt. It felt like something had been ripped out of her chest. For all the lack of passion, the distance between them, Jesse was one of her best friends. He saw her value when so many other saw a grumpy prickly alt girl. They had shared so much together. Knowing that they would never be the same again hurt so much. Beca barely moved when the door to her room pushed open and then clicked shut. She didn't look up when the shadowy figure came in and crept to her bed. She didn't turn when Chloe crawled over her and grabbed her tight, wrapping her arm around Beca's middle. Chloe didn't ask what had happened or how it had gone. She already knew. She just held the smaller woman, softly kissing her shoulder or her cheek.

APRIL

After the breakup, Beca needed time to sort through her thoughts. She had to adjust to her new reality. She wasn't Jesse's girl, wasn't moving with him to LA, wasn't sleepwalking. Those things took a little time to adjust to. But she didn't want to take too long in that reality because she had no plans to stay there. Time was running out on her life at Barden, which meant time was running on out her life with Chloe. As clueless and withdrawn and emotionally constipated that Beca could be, she at least recognized that while she had been falling out of love with Jesse she had been falling in love with Chloe. She didn't want to hurt Jesse by moving on too quickly. She didn't want to hurt Chloe by moving to her before they both were ready. But it took much less time than she expected for her to make her move.

About a week after calling it off with Jesse, Beca was putting away chairs after a Bellas rehearsal. The entrance doors to the gym were propped open. The sun was setting in the distance, shining light into the cavernous room. Chloe was dancing around, running through a few steps that the girls had practiced that day. The light hit just right to where for a moment there was just a silhouette visible. The lines of her body, the curves, the grace. Beca's brain saw the moment and her brain took a snapshot. Her heart leapt into her throat. Her breath hitched. She actually felt tears welling up. She couldn't tear her face away. Chloe spun with the move and spied Beca frozen. She tilted her head at her co-captain and asked, "Becs? You okay?"

"I love you." Beca said. Not in a whisper, not in a stammer, not shyly or ashamed. Just a fact. That needed said more than anything else needed said in her life.

Chloe's hands fell to her sides and her eyes widened. "What did you say?"

Beca repeated it. "I love you." She didn't move, didn't freeze. She just stood there, never moving her eyes away. "Idon't know if you feel that or not, but I just need you to know."

"I … I … Are you sure?" Chloe asked, her voice laced with fear.

"Yes. Very sure." Beca slowly began to walk towards the redhead. "I fought it, ignored it, didn't want to believe it, spent too long with the wrong person to avoid it. I didn't want to hurt what we had. But I don't want to do that any more. I want to be with you, if you want to be with me." By the time she finished talking, she had come face to face with Chloe. They studied each other for a moment. Beca softly spoke. "If you don't want this, you need to stop me. Cause I'm not stopping myself any more. I'm going to ruin our friendship." She leaned her face towards her friend. Her lips gently pushed against Chloe's. The redhead's entire body was tense as she felt the kiss. After a couple of seconds, she relaxed and felt herself pushing back into it. They broke apart after a few seconds and pressed their foreheads together.

Tears streamed from Chloe's eyes down her cheeks. "I never thought I would hear you say that. I had to make sure I wasn't imagining it." She smiled as she pulled Beca back in for another kiss. She broke off quickly with a startled look on her face. "Oh, I love you too." Then she broke into a grin.

"Weirdo." Beca rolled her eyes.

"You know you love it" Chloe replied as she turned to walk out, swaying her hips far more than needed.

"Yes. Yes I do." Beca said.