AN: In honour of A Simple Favor coming out today, I have finally posted another one-shot. Kidding. It was really just a coincidence and I know it's technically not Friday anymore, but whatever.

So, if you've noticed in all the other stories based on this song, the sister's always a bitch, right? And I guess the song kind of makes her out to be one as well, but when I thought of a person that everyone wanted, I thought of Stacie, but I didn't want to make her a bitch, so here's what I came up with.

Hope you like it.

Chloe Beale loved her younger step-sister. She really did. They may not be blood family, but their connection was more than strong enough to make up for the insignificant lack of a biological link. They were one of each other's best friends.

So then, why was she so pissed off at her? Especially for something she couldn't really help?

Chloe could not for the life of her think of a single justifiable reason why as she watched the younger yet taller girl and the cute, new girl talk.

It was only the first day of school, the first time either of the Beale-Conrad girls had seen this girl, and yet they seemed so comfortable around each other. Of course though, because everyone loved her younger sister, Stacie Conrad.

She was beautiful, intelligent, loveable, she had a model-like body. Literally everyone within their generation wanted her, so it made perfect sense why the new girl in town wanted her too.

Don't get it wrong, Chloe was very sought after as well. Anyone who got it would jump at the chance to be with her even for just a one-night stand.

She just wasn't quite up there with Stacie. And it seemed the new girl instantly recognized that.

Although, she had been simply standing there and staring at the two for quite some time. Maybe she should try actually introducing herself to the girl instead of being the creepy stalker type.

Shaking her head to get into the zone before confidently striding over to the table at which the pair was sitting, Chloe gracefully slid onto the chair in front of the new girl and greeted them both, "Stace! Hey! What's up? Who's your new friend here?"

"Chloe, this is Beca Mitchell. She's new. She just started her sophomore year here," Stacie started the introductions, "Beca, this is Chloe, my older sister."

Beca was pretty damn adorable.

She was a tiny one. Maybe something around 5'. Her hair was straight and the left side was pulled back. She had a couple ear piercings. A small, thick, black hoop with little spikes on it in her earlobe and a silver bar in her left ear and two, slightly more sophisticated, dangling piercings in her right earlobe.

"Hot."

She was clad in a black, short-sleeved button-up with a little bit of lace at the collarbone, top half of her shoulders area, and all along her back; a red plaid skirt; and some black, high-heeled, glossy-leather boots.

"Hotter."

She looked badass and rebellious but still presentable and mostly appropriate for school.

"Hey," Beca greeted the redhead, then asked in a cautious tone, trying not to offend either of them, "Um, not to be rude, but…you two are sisters?"

She did, however, also assume that she probably wasn't the first one to question their relations to each other; the two looked absolutely nothing alike.

Stacie was a tall, chocolate-brown-haired sophomore with a dancer's figure while Chloe was an athletic-looking, 5'4", flame-haired senior with a perfectly heart-shaped face.

"We're step-sisters," the tallest of the three stated, "but basically blood sisters."

"Ahhh," Beca said, "Well, it's cool that you guys are close, even though you're step-siblings, not that that even really matters. If I had any kind of siblings, I'd probably hope for the same kind of relationship."

"Yeah, we were lucky that we ended up connecting with each other instead of resenting one another," Chloe agreed, then curiously asked the small brunette, "So, where are you from, Beca?"

"Portland, Maine. Just moved in, like, yesterday, so you can believe that I'm super excited about having to come to school today," the new girl sarcastically replied, which made the other two chuckle a bit, "Uh, so it was awesome meeting you, Chloe. I hope I'll see you around. And, Stace, I'll see you in Math, yeah?"

"Yeah! See ya, Bec!" Stacie responded as the short sophomore stood up, grabbing her backpack, and headed off for her locker.

Once Beca was out of sight, Chloe slapped her sister on the bicep, hard enough to get her attention but soft enough for it to not leave a mark.

"Wha—dude!" Stacie exclaimed at the sudden blow to her arm, "The hell?"

"Why'd you have to go and meet the new girl first? I told you that I wanted to meet her first," the redhead harshly whispered, although no one around them cared to listen at all.

The lithe brunette gave the older girl a look that screamed "You're absolutely crazy" and spoke slowly, "Okay. Let me get this straight. You smacked me…because I made friends with the new girl…before you?"

"Yes!" Chloe nearly shouted as if it were obvious, "I clearly remember pointing her out to you this morning and calling dibs and I know that sounds like something a complete douchebag would say, but still."

A partly amused, partly incredulous grin slowly formed onto Stacie's face and she said, "Chlo, we literally just met in first and second period. And I mean, yeah, she's cute, but we're not into each other. We're legitimately just becoming friends, so by all means, take your shot.

"Anyway though, I have to get going too. I'll see you later, Chlo."

And then there was one.

The flame-haired senior sunk into her seat and pouted, ignoring the warning bell as she had a spare period right after lunch anyway.

It's not that she didn't think she could be with Beca, it's just that she knew that once Stacie had someone hooked, whether the taller girl knew it or not, there was no room left for her. And it wasn't just her head getting in the way of her heart, it was because she knew from experience.

Exhibit A: The first person she felt comfortable enough to introduce to her family.

She was her lab partner from her first junior year biology project. They'd started chatting and found out that they had a lot in common. They started dating and eventually she invited her home for dinner and a movie with her and her family.

However, the entire time she was there, she couldn't stop talking to Stacie and ignoring the one who'd actually invited her there. She hadn't even sat beside the redhead during supper nor the movie. She'd sat beside (yep, you guessed it) her step-sister.

Stacie, however, had been super considerate about it. She'd continuously tried to focus the girl's attention back onto Chloe, to put as much distance between herself and the science partner as she could, and to subtly push her towards her actual date.

When the guest finally left, the Beale-Conrad girls had had a little sleepover in Chloe's room and Stacie had completely distracted her older sister from that night's disaster.

Needless to say, she and the science partner broke up the next day.

Exhibit B: Chloe's junior year prom.

Some hot, senior guy had asked her to be his date. He'd seemed so genuine when he'd been asking. He'd been awkward and shy and sweet. Guess he was just a really damn good actor.

Stacie had been asked out too and she'd accepted, so both girls had ended up going to the prom, which they'd had no problem with.

Turns out the guy who had asked the tall brunette out though was a part of Chloe's date's boy squad. He'd somehow gotten his friend to ask her out so that he could pick her up while there and he had just been using the redhead as an excuse to talk to her.

Well, obviously Stacie was too good a person and sister to allow the guy to disrespect the older girl so much. When he'd asked her out, she'd asked a bunch of "What about Chloe?" questions and had found out about their little plan.

The night had ended with the moronic senior getting drenched with the entire bowl of punch, courtesy of Stacie, and the two step-sisters leaving and hanging out at their favourite café until midnight.

Because of both of these events, Chloe had a hard time believing that anybody would want her over Stacie and trusting when people showed any interest in her if they'd already heard of her sister. She'd learnt that everyone preferred Stacie over her, so why would it be any different with the new girl?

It'd been three weeks since the Beale-Conrad girls had met Beca and both of them had already become really good friends with her.

Of course, Stacie had somewhat of an advantage since she shared over half of her classes with the small brunette, but they all hung out together whenever they could. Like this weekend for example.

It was Friday and the step-sisters had invited Beca, Chloe's best friends Aubrey Posen and Jessica Smith, and Beca and Stacie's new, freshman friend Emily Junk to hang out at their place.

It was going to be a hot September weekend, the Beale-Conrad girls had a fairly large backyard that included a big, in-ground pool, their parents were gone on a mini trip together, and they all had little homework, so what better time to have a girls' weekend?

Their parents had given them permission to have their friends over and had even left $100 for whatever food they'd need.

"Hey! There you guys are!" Stacie greeted her sister and her short friend, wearing a pure-white bikini, "Bree, Em, and Jess are already in the pool. Come on in whenever you're ready."

The lithe sophomore then skipped off and jumped into the clear water, splashing all three of the other girls, who laughed before setting off for revenge.

Chloe and Beca had been held up for a couple minutes because the former had stayed to help the vocals teacher with some extra tasks tidying up the choir room and the latter had needed just another extra five minutes or so to finish her last paragraph of an in-class writing assignment.

The two chuckled as they watched their four friends using the inflatable flutter boards as shields to protect themselves from the water assaults.

"Come on. Let's go get changed," Chloe said, leading the younger girl into the house to get into their own bathing suits.

When they came back out, they couldn't help but giggle at the scene that was unfolding.

The four other girls were wrestling to be the only one on the inflatable mat. Poor Emily was having her head be inadvertently used as a hand support, which meant that her face was being dunked right into a stream of water seeping onto the floating surface.

The pair who had yet to feel the cool pool water exchanged goofy smiles, before joining in and, using teamwork, successfully shoved everyone else off of the mat.

Thinking they'd claimed ultimate victory, they intertwined hands, lacing fingers, and raised them as if they'd just won some tag team sport in the Olympics.

Too bad they didn't realize that their four friends were making their way under the inflatable until after they were already being flipped off of the mat and into the water.

After some more goofing around in the pool, the six girls had expelled some of the excited "It's finally the weekend!" energy that they'd had and were now relaxing in the sun, Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey laid out on a lounge chair each and Beca, Emily, and Jessica on their towels on the ground.

Jessica was laying on her back, flipping through the pages of a Vogue magazine. Emily had fallen asleep, frontside down, on her towel from both the heat of the sun and the settling of adrenaline following the fun they'd had earlier, so she'd been covered up to make sure she didn't get a sunburn. Aubrey and Stacie were chatting quietly, but Chloe was pretty sure she'd heard something about Homecoming, which was on the following Thursday. The redhead herself was simply enjoying the peacefulness and Beca…come to think of it, she didn't know what the small brunette was doing exactly.

She opened her eyes to check on her and see if she needed to be covered up too in case she happened to have fallen asleep as well, but it turned out to be unnecessary.

Beca was very much awake and seemed to have been staring at something in Chloe's direction, but she'd quickly looked away before she was able to discern exactly what it was she'd been looking at.

She then remembered that Stacie was laying right behind her in a very flattering bikini from the short sophomore's point of view and her stomach dropped a bit.

"It's okay, Becs," the flame-haired senior told her petite friend quietly in a slightly disheartened tone, which earned her a confused expression that she thought was fake in order to cover up the fact that she'd been staring at her sister, "Everyone thinks she's beautiful. I mean, she is. You're allowed to appreciate that too. People even say that she could be on the front page of 'The Best Bikini Bodies in All of LA' magazines."

"Well, if I were the photographer, I'd put you there instead," Beca admitted, then blushed, thinking about how creepy a compliment that was, "S-s-sorry. Uh, that-that was awkward and…weird. I-I shouldn't have—I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I just—"

"Calm down, Beca. Don't worry. Thank you for saying that," Chloe responded, still a bit down as she figured the small brunette had just said that to make her feel better.

She then re-closed her eyes and laid back down with a soft sigh, trying not to show how upset she was.

Little did she know, Beca's mouth was bobbing open and closed slightly while she tried to think of something to say or some way to fix whatever it was she thought she'd messed up with the older girl.

She unfortunately came up empty.

Later on in the evening, the temperature had dropped quite dramatically as it does in autumn, so the girls decided to have a little bonfire, except with Chinese takeout instead of hotdogs.

Fuck tradition anyway.

Aubrey and Stacie had gone to get the food with some of the money that had been left for them, Jessica and Emily were trying (and failing) to get the fire started down at the fire pit, Beca was hooking her laptop up to a speaker so that she could play some of her mixes (yes, she was an aspiring DJ/music producer and yes, the redhead found that pretty damn attractive), and Chloe was just finishing up setting up some nice candles on the deck railing.

"And…done," Beca somewhat apathetically announced to the older girl as she climbed the steps of the deck and looked over her little setup.

"Awes! I can't wait to hear your work!" Chloe responded in genuine excitement as she lit a match.

The small brunette chuckled, watching the ginger, and stated in a slightly amused voice, "You say 'work' as if my music's actually legit already."

Chloe paused what she was doing, stared directly at her petite friend, and asked, "Are you proud of your mixes? Or at least satisfied with them?"

"Well, I guess, but—" Beca started to answer, but she didn't get too far as she was interrupted by the flame-haired senior.

"Are they in any way related to your future career?" Chloe questioned, continuing to light the candles.

"Yeah, but—" the tiny DJ replied, not even having an argument this time.

"Did you put a lot of time and effort into them?" the redhead asked once more.

This time, Beca didn't verbally respond, knowing she'd already lost this battle. She only smiled a little and nodded.

"Then your work is legiti and I still can't wait to hear it," Chloe conclusively insisted, waving the match to put out the flame, before lighting a new one to continue her path of candles.

The short sophomore hung her head, trying to hide a slight blush, then gestured towards the candles and asked, "What're you doing anyway? With all of these, I mean."

"Oh, um…I just like the mood that they create. The ambiance. I find them kind of calming. The light isn't quite as harsh and artificial as electronic lights and they make the air smell so nice," the redhead explained in kind of a dreamy voice.

"That's cute," Beca commented softly with a look of adoration towards Chloe, which she didn't quite seem to catch, "Um, I mean, that's cool. That's, uh…yeah, you know, you're right. They're definitely working. Um, do you…do you want—d-do you need help?"—she awkwardly pointed at the other packet of matches—"Uh, I can…"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure," the older girl quickly replied, "Thank you."

"No problem," the small brunette said, copying her friend and lighting all of the candles and falling into a comfortable silence.

They ended up meeting in the middle once they both lit their last candle and all Chloe could think about was leaning over and pulling the younger girl into a kiss when she noticed how beautifully the light was reflecting off of her face. Little did she know, the other teenager wanted to do the same and she almost did, until—

"Hey, guys! Food's here!" Stacie suddenly announced, bursting through the sliding back door and inadvertently interrupting a little moment.

"Dammit! I knew I should've put the shades up all the way," Chloe thought, upset that she and Beca had to break apart but not angry with her step-sister because she couldn't have known since the blinds had been drawn enough to block her view of them.

The two girls by the still non-existent fire cheered and quickly joined everyone else around the patio table on the deck.

"We're so sorry and we should've mentioned this earlier, but neither of us knows exactly how to start a fire," Jessica stated, motioning between herself and the youngest of the group.

The tall brunette chuckled and said, "No worries. Chloe and I will get it going in seconds. We can actually do it right now, right, Chlo?"

"Hm?" the redhead hummed, head shooting up from having not been paying attention to the conversation as she was so lost in thinking about what could've happened between herself and the short sophomore, "Oh, uh, yeah, sure. Let's go."

The Beale-Conrad girls walked over to the fire pit together and started to build their base.

It was quiet for a moment, but it didn't last long at all.

"Did I interrupt something back there between you and Beca?" Stacie suddenly asked, feeling guilty because it seemed as though she had.

"What do you mean?" Chloe tried to dodge the question and continued to place balls of newspaper around the pieces of wood and twigs that her step-sister had set up.

"I did, didn't I?" the tall brunette accurately suspected, the silence she received in response being all of the confirmation she needed, "Shit. I'm so sorry, Chlo. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay. I don't think anything was gonna happen anyway," the ginger lied, lighting a match and setting fire to the mixture of wood and paper, "Besides, I think I saw her perk up when you got back, so…"

"What? Chlo, no, she didn't. I've told you already, she doesn't like me, she likes you. I can see it," Stacie tried to convince the older girl, "And anyway, don't freak out, but…I like Aubrey. I've actually asked her to Homecoming and she said yes."

Chloe's head shot up as she put out the match and she excitedly exclaimed, "What? Really? Oh my god! That's awesome! You guys will be so cute together! What are you planning on wearing? Ooh! I really like the—"

"Chloe! Quit stalling and go up there and ask that shortstack to Homecoming!" the lithe sophomore sternly ordered but with a smile on her face, exaggeratedly pointing towards Beca as she was too busy talking to Jessica to notice.

"She's gonna say no, Stace, because she obviously wants to go with you, even though you're already taken now!" the redhead denied.

Stacie sighed, feeling incredible sympathy for her sister as she understood where this insecurity was coming from, and gently told her, "Okay. I can't force you to do anything, but I'm telling you, Beca really likes you and she only likes me as a friend.

"You shouldn't miss out on trying something with people for fear of being overshadowed by me because, despite what you think, it doesn't always happen. I really wish you believed in yourself in the way I believe in you. If only you could see all of the beautiful things that I and she obviously see in you."

There was only silence that followed as Chloe tried to think of what to say in response to that, but before she could, Emily's voice suddenly shouted in excitement, "Hey! They did it! Come on, guys! Let's go eat by the fire!"

Soon enough, all six of the girls were huddled around the fire and sitting down onto some outdoor chairs to eat and talk.

"Here," Beca said, sheepishly holding a plate out to Chloe with some chopsticks, "I, uh…I didn't know what you like, so I just put a little bit of everything on there."

"No, this is perfect," the flame-haired senior told the younger girl, accepting the dish from her and momentarily forgetting why she wasn't just going for it with such a sweet girl, "Thank you, Becs."

The small brunette smiled back, then joined in on the conversation, grinning widely at Stacie, which made Chloe's stomach drop again, exactly like earlier, near the pool.

"Oh yeah. That's why."

The night went on with the girls setting up for bed in the basement living room and putting a movie on, during which most of them had fallen asleep.

Chloe was laid out on the sectional couch and, knowing that she was the last one still awake, reached for the remote to turn the TV off. She then tried to get up to put the remote on the TV stand, which was its usual place so that it didn't get lost, but when she started to sit up, a quiet mumble stopped her.

"Mm, no. Stay," Beca, who was on the extended part of the sofa, muttered in her sleep, reaching up and wrapping an arm around the older girl's waist to keep her close to her.

It was only then that the redhead realized that there was only a blanket separating the small brunette's head from her shoulder. She felt kind of guilty for wishing that it wasn't there so that she could feel her petite friend's hair against her neck while she was asleep and unaware of what was going on.

Deciding not to disturb Beca (yeah, that's why), she placed the remote back onto the end table beside her. She then slowly readjusted herself into a position more comfortable to sleep in, but also one that allowed the tiny DJ to continue using her as a pillow.

Now, the younger girl's head was closer to her collarbone and if she was being honest, it felt so nice and so…right having her so close to her side.

Carefully and gently, Chloe moved her left arm behind Beca's back, as they were both lying on their sides, and rested her hand onto the slim waist, feeling her stomach flutter at the intimate position.

If only they could do this all the time. Preferably when they were both conscious.

Homecoming had arrived and neither counterparts of what Stacie had formally named Bechloe had asked the other out yet. Therefore, the tall brunette had taken the liberty of making the night a group kind of thing, even though she and Aubrey were each other's dates, to ensure that both girls attended (Beca had expressed on multiple occasions how much of an introvert she was).

For the most part of the night, Chloe, Stacie, Aubrey, Emily, and Jessica had dragged Beca out to the dance floor and forced her to dance with them. When a song came on that none of them liked, they would sit back at their table and talk, only to return once the songs ameliorated.

So overall, it was a pretty decently fun night.

At last, the final dance came before they announced the homecoming queen and king. Of course, it was a slow song, so the girls except for Stacie and Aubrey went back to their seats.

Chloe, however, decided to go to a quieter corner of the room to people-watch as Emily and Jessica were engaged in a very enthusiastic debate about the show Glee. Something about which LGBTQ+ couple was better. Blaine and Kurt or Santana and Brittany?

She noticed how there were so many people, single or not, staring at her step-sister and her best friend wistfully. They were most likely jealous that they ended up together instead of with them and wishing that they were the ones slow-dancing with either of the girls.

"Hey," Beca said, walking up beside the redhead and gaining her attention, "So, the whole homecoming queen and king thing. Pretty cliché, right? Did you actually vote for people?"

"No. Well, not for the king, but I voted for Stacie for queen. I mean, it's kind of inevitable anyway. Everybody says that she's the queen already," Chloe answered with a one-shouldered shrug.

"Well, that's basically you to me. A-a queen, I mean," the small brunette shyly and awkwardly complimented the older girl.

"Beca, why do you do that?" the flame-haired senior inquired, finding all of the tiny DJ's compliments incredibly sweet but also incredibly confusing.

She wasn't the only one who was confused though and it showed on Beca's face when she asked, "Do what?"

"Say nice things to me only to make me feel better that I'm not like Stacie," Chloe replied in a slightly tired voice as if it was obvious.

Beca's perplexed expression only grew at this answer and she further questioned, "Why would you want to be like Stacie?"

"What girl wouldn't?"

The ginger was halfway to exploding at this point. All of her self-doubt and longing for Beca had been bubbling for almost a month now and she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"She's smart, she's beautiful, she's an amazing person, and she's got basically the entire school after her," Chloe listed all of her sister's attributes, "I mean, she's even got you hook—"

Beca didn't want to hear the rest of that sentence, so she surged forward and finally connected their lips, cupping the older girl's face, like both of them had wanted since having met each other.

The ginger quickly returned the kiss and snaked a hand around to the back of the shorter girl's neck, both of them holding each other at the hips.

When they finally separated, they ignored the face-splitting smiles that their friends were sending them and the sound of the school's principal commencing the Homecoming crowning, and Beca spoke in the most sincere tone Chloe had ever heard.

"Look, I know you think that Stacie's got it all and, in a way, I guess you're right. She has her intelligence, her looks, her personality, and now Aubrey. So yeah, she's awesome and probably the entire package, but so are you and…"—Beca sighed—"look, Chloe, you're the one's got my heart and that's the only thing that matters, okay? And I know that sounds super cheesy, but it's true.

"You…wanna hear something else that's true? And probably still super cheesy."

The redhead nodded, smiling widely at the fact that she was finally getting her girl and at the adorable speech the short sophomore was giving her.

"I know your sister…turns everyone on or whatever, but who gives a shit about them because, Chloe, you're the one I want."

AN: "Emily and Jessica were engaged in a very enthusiastic debate about the show Glee. Something about which LGBTQ+ couple was better. Blaine and Kurt or Santana and Brittany?" My vote's Brittana. Always lol. Sorry not sorry Klaine shippers. They're not bad, but Brittana's one of my OTPs.

Thanks for reading.