Chloe rubbed at her eyes while she tried to make it down the stairs as quietly as possible. At three in the morning she didn't even want to comprehend what the other Bellas would do to her if she woke them up. Honestly she was a little peeved at her own brain for waking up this early, especially on a Saturday. She wasn't entirely sure what woke her up but now that she was awake no amount of laying in bed would put her back to sleep. Maybe a bit of warm milk would settle her mind.

She made it to the kitchen, pulling open the refrigerator and nearly screaming when the light illuminated the rest of the room.

Beca was sitting at the kitchen island with a far away look on her face. Chloe waited for her heart to quit racing before closing the fridge and turning on the actual light. The sudden brightness startled Beca out of whatever funk she was in, lifting her head to look at Chloe. "What are you doing up this early?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Chloe sat down across from her friend. "It's three in the morning. Please tell me you weren't up all night with your mixes again."

Beca gave her a halfhearted grin. "No, that's not the problem."

"Then what's up? You know, besides the two of us." Chloe tried for a smile but Beca expression darkened.

Her face made it clear that she didn't want to talk but Beca took a breath and started to explain. "I had a nightmare."

Chloe nodded. "Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to if you don't want to but that always seemed to help me when I was younger."

Beca hesitated but her shoulders sagged and she sighed. "It started when I was eight. My parents had started to fight all the time, usually at night after they thought I was asleep but I could still hear them. Once that started It was hard for me to get to sleep." She took another deep breath. "The dream is always the same. I'm trapped in a room with no windows or doors and all I can hear is their screaming."

"Is that why you're claustrophobic?" Chloe asked. It wasn't very obvious but Beca never appeared to be comfortable in tight spaces like elevators.

"I guess," Beca shrugged. "Never really thought about that. But the dream gets worse from there. After a few months of them fighting Dad finally left and things got worse. My mom stopped caring about life and started to deteriorate, sleeping on the couch and drinking heavily. Until one day I found her in the bathroom with a bottle of pills."

Chloe sat there wide eyed. She knew that Beca's childhood was rough but she never thought it was that bad. Chloe also knew that Beca's mother, having met the woman several times, was very much alive.

"I called nine-one-one and the paramedics managed to get her to the hospital in time." Beca tightened up and Chloe had to resist the impulse to give her a hug. "She's fine now but ever since that night the nightmares got worse. Now mom's body is in the room with me and I'm stuck in a loop of trying to get her to wake up."

"I'm sorry Beca." Chloe gave into the impulse and stood up to give Beca a tight hug. "I wish there was something I could do to help."

"Uhm," Beca suddenly blushed. "Maybe there is."

Chloe sat back and waited but Beca seemed too embarrassed to talk further. "What? If I can help I'll do whatever."

Beca looked down at the counter and mumbled under her breath. "Do you think you could sleep with me?"

"What?"

Beca rushed to explain herself. "When I used to have nightmares as a kid my grandma would come and lie in bed with me until I fell asleep. And when I got older my mom got me a cat that would sleep in my bed. I don't know why but it really helped me sleep. But since I started college it's started to get bad again."

"Okay," Chloe grabbed Beca's hand and pulled her towards the stairs.

"Wait, just like that?" Beca asked, bewildered.

"Duh," Chloe kept tugging until Beca was following along. "Come on slow poke."

Beca followed along until they reached Chloe's bedroom. After which she was promptly deposited into Chloe's bed while the redhead grabbed an extra pillow from her closet. "So, big spoon or little spoon?"

"Uhm...little spoon?" Beca asked sheepishly. She turned around as Chloe slid in behind her. When she felt an arm slip around her waist Beca felt a sense of comfort she hadn't felt in a long time. She let out a sigh and immediately felt sleep beginning to creep in.

"Can I ask one more question?" Chloe asked. Beca grunted, too focused on falling asleep to focus. "What's the name of your cat?"

Beca grinned. "Mr. Foof. Because he's the foofiest cat in the world."

Chloe chuckled behind her and tightened her grip. "Good night, Becs."

"Good night, Chlo."