Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction using characters and elements from the Pitch Perfect movie series and Sense8 by the Wachowskis and Straczynski. This is meant for entertainment, not part of either source's respective narrative. I don't own any of it nor intend any copyright infringement or profit from this. Also, I don't own any of the songs mentioned below.

AN:

Initially I had Aubrey as part of the cluster to try something different than being Chloe's best friend, but alas it was better and more natural to write her as said best friend. It does provide a stand in for what the public sees too which is something I am planning to incorporate in future content of this series. Honestly, I'm already imagining her reactions to the situations the gang gets into.

On another note, after a particularly busy June, I am going to update this series on the 8th of every month (because why not use today).

Third note, this is the last chapter where I summarize the entire vision and seeing things. The next chapter is a time skip where I will introduce Fat Amy and a handful of the other Bellas. There is going to be an explanation in the next few chapters as well.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Let me know what you thought and I hope you enjoy!

Counting Stars/Timber mix by Sam Tsui

Timber by Pitbull, we got the world by Icona Pop

CHLOE - 2

Chloe's had an exceptional week. A roller-coaster of ups and downs that she would have never expected. Now Chloe isn't a stranger to the unexpected, for the most part she actually enjoys the flexibility of a life beyond a set plan and all the surprising twists and turns that come with it. However, there are times she prefers things to go as planned.

So, when she has a vision of a blonde woman while on her morning jog, she only takes it in stride with a dash of curiosity. Of course, for a second she thinks she's imagining things.

Then she gets the worst migraine of her life and experiences a few things she knows she couldn't imagine that throw her off her tempo. It definitely doesn't make work easy, especially since she works the long shifts at the clinic this week. She's also had this song stuck in her head, but the worst part is that she has no idea what song it is or where she heard it from. When she asked Jessica, she simply shook her head and passed it off as a random song on a YouTube commercial.

It trickles out of her head at some point, but Chloe was too preoccupied with the cutest black Labrador puppy she's ever seen to notice. On her break, she pulls out her lunch out of the community fridge (labeled "Chloe Beale" with a smiley face on it), warms it up, and starts to eat. Instead of tasting what should be chicken with cucumber and mayonnaise, she gets a fork full of lo Mein. And it's not even fresh lo Mein it's at least a day old. She has to take a second look at her lunch, questioning its existence, before trying again and finally tasting her chicken salad. With a hum and quirked eyebrow, she continued to eat.

If that wasn't it, she starts to hear more music the next morning. She loves music, but at this point, she's beginning to think she's a human radio.

She was enjoying her day off with a plate of blueberry pancakes when she heard it. It was faint at first, bleeding slightly into her own music, but she makes out a distinct sound of "Timber" and "We Got The World". Tuning out her own music for a moment, Chloe clarifies that not only is it a mash-up of the two songs, there's someone singing in it. It's mesmerizing. The alto voice reverberates in her head as she listens to it for the rest of the morning.

Then her week starts to turn around.

She finally met the woman behind the voice, a short brunette with tattoos and a pension for dark clothing named Beca. Chloe recognized her from the bathroom, the same dark blue eyes that stared at her before vanishing. The moment their eyes met that night, Chloe knew nothing was going to be the same anymore.

She also couldn't ignore the fact that she was in two places at once. She was at a New York bar and a wedding reception in Atlanta at the same time and it topped the list of unexpected things Chloe's experienced in the past 23 years. As disorienting as it is, Chloe can only marvel at it.

That same night put things into perspective for Chloe, somewhere between hiding in an empty reception hall and singing "Party in the USA" everything starts to make sense and she takes it in stride with Beca on the forefront of her mind.

The next day will always be her favorite.

After one of the best duets she's ever sung, she sees Beca again and unexpectedly gets the kiss of a lifetime. A kiss that's only supposed to be in movies, the one that lights fireworks behind her eyes, sets her senses on fire, and feels completely and utterly right. Beca turned her roller-coaster of a week around in less than a day and Chloe genuinely smiled.

They spent the rest of the day exploring each other's city. Beca walked Chloe around New York, pointing out the best shops and her favorite Chinese restaurant down the street, and finally Central Park after Chloe's insistence. In turn, Chloe gave Beca a trip of all the places she adores in Atlanta: the park she goes to for her morning jogs, her favorite restaurants, and even going as far to show Beca the tourist attractions nearby.

It's difficult to explain what she feels that day. How would one describe the feeling of the sunlight peeking through the trees on her skin and the slight smell of vanilla wafting from her coffee while being drenched in a rainstorm with a fresh box of Chinese hot in her hands, laughing as they ran to Beca's apartment all at the same time? Well Chloe would only say it's an unexpected miracle.

It's finally Sunday morning and for Chloe Beale that usually means taking her morning jog, lounging around her apartment for some needed rest, and catching up on social media. A smile was etched on her face as she reflected on the past few days. She would have never known that her week would have led to best weekend she's ever experienced.

And she can't deny that most of it was because of Beca, the grumpy brunette with a secret soft spot who made butterflies flutter in her stomach. That kiss was - Wow. Chloe never would have imagined experiencing a kiss that literally blew her mind.

Halfway through the leftover blueberry pancakes, she spotted the pictures, notes, and reminders her best friend left on the fridge. In all the years she's known her, she's always been an organized and structured person.

What catches her eye, though, is the calendar and the red sharpie mark on Wednesday.

"5-year High School Reunion" in all caps with exclamations stood out on the spot. Chloe paused, trying to remember when she wrote that. Don't get her wrong, she's excited for her reunion, it just felt…so soon.

Has it really been five years since she's graduated high school?

High school was a busy time for her, she was on the cheer team as well as in a glee club, all while passing her classes and going to parties. Music was (and still is) one of Chloe's passions, so she joined the glee club her freshman year. In between her cheer practices, school events, and competitions she had to attend, she was always looking forward to singing. Then she met Aubrey Posen. A tall blonde girl with the determination to match her competitiveness. Aubrey moved to Atlanta with her mom, her dad being in the army made them travel consistently. They instantly meshed, becoming best friends their senior year and continuing in college.

Attending Barden University, they made it on the Barden Bellas, an acapella group. Even though it wasn't the best experience, with a captain that scolded them every practice, it was the highlight of her college years.

Looking around her shared apartment with Aubrey, she notes all the Aubrey-isms (as she calls them) in the room. Aubrey's law books were neatly placed on the end table, the picture frames that Aubrey measured three times to make sure they were straight, the calendar, and even down to the organization of their kitchen.

Aubrey left to visit her Mom for the weekend, her dad being overseas on assignment. She usually returned Sunday mornings to unpack and get ready for the work week. Chloe missed the familiar green patterned jacket hanging by the door the entire weekend.

"What are you thinking of Chlo?"

A voice interrupted her thoughts, which upon closer inspection Chloe found to be Beca across from her. The butterflies slightly fluttering in her stomach at the sight. Resting against the kitchen table, Beca quirked an eyebrow. Although she's considers herself used to it, she still gets surprised when she sees Beca appear. Taking a moment to visit Beca, she found herself sitting next to Beca who was eating her own version of breakfast in the form of French toast in her own kitchen.

"I was thinking of my 5-year high school reunion." She said, picking up one of the small pieces of Beca's French toast drenched in syrup, who tried to shoo her away.

Back at Chloe's shared apartment, Beca took a quick look at the date, noting the rest of Aubrey's reminders organized on the fridge.

"You're actually going?" Beca asked with an incredulous expression.

"Of course. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again." Chloe said as if it was the most obvious answer in the world, popping a piece of her pancake into her mouth. Who wouldn't want to go to their high school reunion?

"Chloe?"

Snapping her head to the entry way, Chloe saw a tall blonde slowly shrugging off her jacket the best she could with two grocery bags hanging of her right arm. A black streak padded quickly over to her as she shuffled a bag into her other hand. Jinx must have perked up from his spot on the couch as he heard Aubrey come in.

Chloe internally smiled at the interaction. She remembered when she brought him home from the clinic one day, much to Aubrey's reluctance. While she hasn't denied that she likes him, Chloe's seen her cuddled up with Jinx more than once after some of her late shifts at the clinic.

"Who are you talking too?" Aubrey asked, petting Jinx while he rubbed against her legs.

"No one."

She supplied without thinking and rather unconvincingly. She was never a good liar, especially to Aubrey. With Aubrey absent for the weekend, Chloe hadn't thought to tell her.

"Okay." Aubrey replied, drawing out the "o" and playing along, "Then what were you not talking about?"

Chloe smiled, happy to move on from talking to Beca. "The reunion. Remember Bree?"

Aubrey sighed, of course she remembered. She trudged her way into the kitchen, grocery bags in hand.

"It's this week, right?"

"Wednesday at 7."

Beca watched Aubrey start to put away the groceries into the fridge.

"Aubrey?" Beca asked. Chloe has told her and Jessica, mostly about Aubrey though.

Chloe nodded, "You still want to go Aubrey?"

Aubrey wasn't as excited as Chloe was when they received their invitations. She didn't have any inclinations to catch up with her former classmates, but Chloe begged her to come and it was a small price to pay for ice cream and for Chloe to cook for the next two weeks.

Aubrey didn't bat an eye at Chloe's question, immediately replying, "I will as long as you hold up the rest of your deal."

"Intense much?" Beca chimed in, eyebrows raised.

"She can be," Chloe shrugged.

"What was that?" Aubrey mumbled from the fridge.

"I said, how was your mom?"

"She's well, still trying to set me up though. You would not believe what she did this time." Aubrey finished, sitting next to her and digging into the leftover pancakes.

Chloe smiled, Beca stayed, and Aubrey filled them in on her mom's story.

Wednesday came too soon in Chloe's opinion. It felt like the reunion snuck up on her honestly. The clinic took up most of her time, while Aubrey and Beca filled in the rest, leaving her little to collect her thoughts. She was excited, but Chloe couldn't help but have a few reservations.

If there was one thing she was nervous about it was the thought of seeing Tom again.

Tom was her boyfriend throughout high school and into college. Their relationship spanned four years, beginning their junior year of high school. Different interests in their relationship led to a mutual break up. Chloe still felt the full brunt of the it though and luckily Aubrey was there, ice cream in hand while they stayed up watching movies all night.

They tried to be friends after, but it wasn't the same. The thought of seeing him at the reunion was on the edge of her mind. How would it go? What would he say? What should she say?

"Ready?"

Aubrey was looking straight at her, a small smile etched on her face. She was in a floral-patterned dress while Chloe wore a simple blue dress that ended mid-thigh.

"Totes!" Chloe cheered, clutching her purse against her side and focusing on the positive.

"Let's hope Dave and Robert aren't going to ruin anything." Aubrey sighed.

"Oh God I forgot about them! Do you remember when they filled the pool with Jell-O or let those pigs loose?" Chloe excitedly waving her arm, remembering the amount of trouble they caused.

Aubrey rolled her eyes, "How could I forget? It interrupted debate practice."

They stepped out of the cab, facing their high school gymnasium. The name of their high school lit up in bright white neon on the side of the building illuminated their way. The entrance to the gym itself was decorated with streamers, posters, and a single banner in their school colors that read "Welcome Back!"

"Hello!"

A short brunette stepped in front of them with a wide smile and bright eyes. Aubrey politely nodded and Chloe smiled, unrecognition flashing across their features. And from the looks of it, she didn't seem to recognize them either. The woman gestured to her left where a table with name tags was placed.

"Welcome! To your right is a table with nametags, please find your name and have fun!"

After finding their names and passing the welcome party, Aubrey and Chloe felt nostalgic standing in the gym decorated much like prom. Green and blue streamers hung from the ceiling and balloons littered the room. There were also a few tables on the side that offered food and drinks. A pop song that cross faded into a dance beat filtered from the DJ table on the stage in the back.

It seems that Aubrey and Chloe were not the first to arrive on time. Small groups of people were already conversing and catching up. Chloe perked up at the fact, enthusiastically surveying the room before looking to Aubrey who sighed before finally sporting a smile.

"Trish! It's been forever. How are you?"

"Chloe! Aubrey! It's been so long."

Aubrey and Chloe socialized and mingled with old classmates and teammates, catching up and filling in the past five years. They ran into the rest of the glee club members and then split to visit their respective teams. Currently, Aubrey found herself catching up with her debate partner while Chloe found her cheer team.

One of the girls was gushing about her wedding and honeymoon, flashing her wedding ring to everyone.

"—and we had a great time, if you know what I mean." Justine waggled her eyebrows.

Some girls giggled, others nodded just like Chloe. Sipping on the remaining white wine in her glass (boxed wine unfortunately), she was starting to drift away from the conversation when she saw Tom across the room.

"Ooh Chloe! What about you?" Justine started, noticing Tom in the distance, "You and Tom?"

Chloe humbly answered, shaking her head, "No, we broke up in college."

Justine, and most of the girls, gasped dramatically, "What?!"

"But you and Tom were the most likely to get married."

Chloe shook her head once more.

They were definitely the couple in high school, the ones everyone expected to marry and have a family together. They were always together, never leaving each other's side, and putting 110% into their relationship. Add to the fact that she was a cheerleader, he was a football player and it simply felt right at the time. It wasn't until college where she yearned for something more than what she had with Tom.

"It was mutual, we decided it was for the best."

Some of the girls nodded, wearing sympathetic smiles and taking a sip of their drinks. Justine stepped closer, rubbing Chloe's shoulder, "Oh sweetie."

Excuse me?

Aggravation briefly crossed Chloe's features, eyes narrowed and an almost stone-cold glare meeting Justine's. Instead of calling her out, Chloe plastered on a fake smile. Okay so there were some people she wasn't looking forward to seeing again. With wave of her hand, she excused herself and made her way to get another glass of wine.

On her way Chloe noticed Beca next to her. Dressed in sweats and a loose shirt she definitely stood out among everyone for the evening.

"What a bitch."

"It's Justine. She's always been like that."

"Doesn't mean she's not. If I was here I would teach her a lesson."

Chloe silently chuckled at the thought, stifling it the best she could with her hand. All she could imagine was Beca in her total height of 5' 2" and dressed in loungewear storming into the crowded gym and confronting Justine.

"Becs, it's okay." Chloe reassured her, passing by a small group of people.

Only to bump into someone.

They fumbled their drinks, Chloe to not drop her wine glass and the stranger to not spill their beer.

"Sorry." They both said.

Drawing their heads back up, Chloe realized it was Tom. Her eyes went wide, stunned. This was not how she imagined meeting him tonight.

"Chloe."

"Tom."

"Tom?"

Chloe froze, Tom stopped, and Beca looked confused. Chloe should say something, anything. "How are you?" is what finally stumbled out of her mouth.

Tom tried to compose himself. He seemed as nervous as Chloe felt on the inside. "I'm good." A beat, "how are you?"

Chloe glanced back at Beca who could feel the awkward tension in the air.

"That's Tom, the ex from college? He's more…boyish than I imagined." Beca said in disbelief, looking Tom up and down, to which Chloe almost asked what Beca imagined he was going to look like.

"I'm good." She simply replied to Tom, still grasping at nothing to continue to conversation.

"How's teaching?" He suddenly asked and when he saw her face drop he added, "I mean that was your plan, right?"

"No, yeah it was, but I'm actually training to be a vet now."

"Oh. That's great. I'm happy for you."

"What about you?"

"Finance actually, it just clicked." He laughed.

"But you hated that in high school."

Chloe couldn't help but think why it was hard for them to stay friends back then. But looking back at it, there was too much history between them to be friends. Aubrey always told her it would get better and that this is only a bump in the road and she'll meet someone who is more than what she expected.

Taking a glance at Beca, who was quietly watching their awkward conversation, Aubrey was right. It's easy to say that it might be too early (considering it's only been a few days), but Chloe knows Beca is that person. Deep down, whether it's their connection or her instincts, she knows that Beca is it, that she is everything and more than Chloe ever thought she wanted.

After a brief pause where neither said anything, Chloe decided to end their awkward small talk, "I have to go, but it was nice to see you Tom."

"You too Chloe." He said with a polite smile, most likely coming to the same conclusion as Chloe.

"That was painful Beale," Beca finally spoke as Chloe stepped past him.

"Oh shush. It's been years since we've talked," Chloe lightly defended, now in line to refill her glass.

"Obviously."

"Anyway, what are you up to tonight?" Chloe asked instead of getting into how that went worse than she had imagined.

She noticed Beca was home, laying on the couch with her laptop in front of her. Chloe found some room on the couch that Beca hadn't claimed and sat next to her. The ever-present warmth and comfort whenever she's with Beca calming her nerves.

"Working on a mix and I'm almost done, want to hear it?" Beca turned back to her computer as Chloe clapped, taking it as a "yes".

Hitting play, Chloe heard the beginnings of "Counting Stars" tied into "Timber". The songs seamlessly transitioned into each other as she continued to listen. She heard Beca's voice in the background, filling in the chorus.

"That's amazing! I love it."

Beca rolled her eyes with a smile, taking Chloe's praise with pride. She's noticed that any mix she plays gets the same enthusiasm and praise from Chloe. Normally she's skeptical about constant positive feedback, but she knows Chloe's words are genuine.

"You always say that."

"It's the truth, Mitchell."

"So, how's your reunion? Like you expected it to be?" Beca asked, shuffling on the couch to move her laptop and face Chloe.

"It's great to see everyone again and catch up." Chloe half-smiled, bringing her drink to her lips.

The "but" hung in the air as Chloe continued to drink from her glass. Beca knew Chloe wasn't as excited as she appeared to be. She could feel it; Chloe's reluctance to say she wasn't having the best time as she expected tonight. Sensing Chloe's emotions was something she progressively noticed as time went by, usually she could feel Chloe's upbeat and positive attitude about literally everything, but that wasn't the case right now. She had to do something to pull her out of this slump.

In the gym, Beca spotted a DJ on the stage. He looked young, barely breaking 20 in her opinion. The music wasn't terrible, he was most likely new to this, but he wasn't reading the crowd properly.

"There's a DJ at this party and he is doing a horrible job. I say let's show him how it's done."

"But Beca -" Chloe stopped, she didn't know how to DJ.

"Come on, it's perfect. He's leaving." Beca begged, midnight blues meeting her sky blue.

After looking back at the stage, Beca was right. He was walking behind the stage.

"But I don't know what to do." Chloe continued.

"I'll show you." Beca said, taking Chloe's hand.

Beca led her over to the DJ's table and much like when they sung karaoke Chloe could tell Beca was in control. She picked up the headphones, placing them over her head and covering her left ear as she scrolled through his computer.

"He has a decent playlist, but let's try this."

After a few clicks and presses on the screen, a new tune filtered through the speakers. A mix between a pop song and a dance song Chloe didn't know the names of. That didn't stop Beca from bobbing her head along with the beat after making a few adjustments.

The crowd picked up on the change of music, turning to see who was DJing. Amidst the crowd, Chloe spotted Aubrey turning her head.

"See? Much better." Beca said, smirking after hearing a few people cheer and start to dance.

Chloe had to agree.

For a few minutes Beca and Chloe manned the table, adjusting the bass, beats, and other effects. The music was thumping and people were dancing. At one point the two raised their arms, letting them bounce with the rhythm.

As the song faded into another, Beca took off the headphones and glanced at the crowd on the peak of a dance off.

"I knew you'd do great."

"Flatterer," Chloe replied, pulling Beca in for a kiss. No matter how many times they do this, Chloe can't help but smile as she feels Beca's lips meet hers. Despite being miles apart, it blows her mind that she can kiss Beca like this; to feel her hands resting on her hips and in turn, feel Beca's cheek as she gently cups her face as if she was here. It reminds her that nothing is impossible.

The kiss was slow, more passionate than their previous kisses. She lets herself go, her senses go into overdrive and she feels like this is exactly where she is supposed to be.

"I should do this more often." Beca whispered back as their lips slipped apart.

After a few more kisses and the DJ returning, they made their way to an empty table. However, in front of her she could make out Aubrey weaving through the crowd.

"That is my cue to go, let me know how the rest of the night goes." Beca said as she saw Aubrey approach, affectionately rubbing her thumb against Chloe's hand before disappearing.

As Chloe pondered why Beca left, the next thing she knew Aubrey was facing her, pulling her into a hug. "Wow! Chloe that was aca-amazing."

Letting her go, Aubrey continued but instead of an enthusiastic tone it quickly turned into confusion, "But where did you learn that?"

That could by why, Chloe reasoned. Aubrey can be intimidating when she's determined. She was a force to be reckoned with and the sole reason why the debate team won for the first time in ten years in their senior year.

Chloe paused, stuttering for a moment. With Aubrey out for the weekend Chloe hadn't thought to tell her what happened. It doesn't help that they didn't have much time to catch up this week either, both being busy with work (and Beca in Chloe's case).

For a split-second Chloe wonders if Aubrey would believe her if she told her. Aubrey's been her best friend for five years, she thinks – no she trusts Aubrey. Aubrey has supported her throughout her life, the ups and downs of college, family, and relationships. She knows Aubrey would believe her.

But how do you explain something like this?

"I –"

Before she could take the opportunity to explain, feedback echoed through the room.

Everyone, including Aubrey and Chloe, turned their attention to the stage. Adrian, the student body president, stood next the DJ's table holding a microphone. The DJ gave him a thumbs-up, apparently fixing the issue.

"Sorry." He cleared his throat, "I'm glad so many of you could make it. I want to say welcome back!"

Incoherent cheers and shouts of "Adrian!" scattered throughout the gym.

"It's been five years since we have roamed these halls and now we have…"

Chloe began to tune him out as Aubrey pointed behind her.

"Hold on, is that Dave and Robert?" Aubrey asked, an urgent tone lingering in her voice.

To the side of the stage, they saw the notorious troublemakers kneeling next to a backpack. Dave, a brown-haired man with a stocky frame, was digging through the backpack, finally pulling out handfuls of small firecrackers, their red wrapping stark against his white shirt. A tall and thin blond man knelt by his side, taking a lighter from his pocket.

The next few moments were a sequence of looks and one shared thought. It consisted of Aubrey and Chloe looking at each other, at Adrian, at Dave and Rob, and then back to each other.

Oh no.

It was never a surprise that Dave and Robert were known for the biggest and flashiest pranks in high school, but this was taking it too far.

Determined, Aubrey and Chloe rushed towards them, hoping to stop them before it was too late. Meanwhile Dave had split the firecrackers with Robert while he started to light them. When enough were lit, they rolled them onto the stage.

"Hey Adrian!" Rob yelled, loud enough for Adrian, the DJ, and the handful of people in the front to turn their heads.

POP-POP-POP

The firecrackers exploded, smoke quickly rising and spreading across the stage. Luckily Adrian and the DJ jumped back the split-second before they went off. Screams and shouts erupted around the room, others getting low to the floor.

Aubrey and Chloe were a few feet away from the stage, turning away from the sound and flashes. After what felt like minutes, the flashes and pops started to fade.

"Those idiots!" Chloe heard Aubrey shout.

At this point the crowd looked up as well, everyone trying to peer through the smoke masking the stage to find Dave and Robert. Yet they were not where they saw them last, the backpack missing. A few more firecrackers went off, although it was difficult to find where, which is how a few firecrackers landed against the curtain on the other side of the stage unnoticed.

"I think they're on this side!" Chloe yelled to Aubrey, pointing to the opposite end.

Once they reached it, the sounds of firecrackers abruptly ended, but an orange flickering light caught their eyes. A small fire formed at the base of the curtain.

"Chloe!" Aubrey called, coughing slightly, "fire extinguisher!"

"Got it!" Chloe said, running behind the stage.

The fire started to engulf the rest of the curtain, heat and smoke exuding off it.

At this the crowd panicked, running out of the building. In the midst, Aubrey spied Dave and Rob running out as well. Returning her gaze to the fire, she realized how fast it was spreading, now running the length of the curtain, and frantically looked for the fire alarm.

By the time Chloe broke the glass, pulled out the extinguisher, and ran back, the fire spread from the curtain to the streamers. The streamers were starting to fall from the ceiling, either landing on the ground or the tables.

At this point a fire extinguisher would not help.

A high-pitched alarm interrupted Chloe's thought, finding that Aubrey pulled the fire alarm.

Then the sprinklers came to life, showering Aubrey and Chloe in cold water while the fire alarm continued to flash blue and emit a high-pitched screech. With the crisis averted, Chloe could only think of one thing as they continued to get soaked.

This was definitely not how she expected tonight to go.

Soon the fire department and police arrived, successfully securing the gym and asking everyone what happened. After thoroughly explaining that they saw Dave and Robert set everything up and their attempts to control the fire, the police found Dave and Robert and charged them with arson. In the meantime, two paramedics looked over Aubrey and Chloe, giving them towels and breathing masks.

Sitting on the sidewalk, Aubrey and Chloe wrapped themselves in the heavy-duty towels, periodically putting on the breathing masks while the police and firemen milled around. Thin trails of smoke dissipating in the dark sky.

Then Chloe told Aubrey about her whole week, starting with the blonde woman, the reception, Beca, and finally tonight.

Beca, on the other hand, was unsure about Chloe's decision, saying she wouldn't have believed it if someone told her. However, Chloe reassured her Aubrey wouldn't do that. But Chloe isn't naïve, she knows how it sounds and Beca's right. It doesn't make sense. Having someone tell you that they suddenly feel connected to people across the globe only makes people stare at you in disbelief and the word "what?" on the tip of their tongue.

So far, she thinks Aubrey had taken it well. Aubrey had listened, nodding along, as Chloe explained. Beca sat to her left, watching and adding her own thoughts into the mix.

"I knew something was up the moment I got home." Aubrey said.

"Huh?" Chloe and Beca asked at the same time.

"I know you Chloe. At first, I thought you were just on the phone with someone and hiding it, but then I saw you talking to yourself the past few days and even tonight." She gestured back towards the building where police and firemen were making their final rounds, "I know that you've never touched a DJ set in your life and you looked like you've been doing it for years."

Aubrey placed her hand over Chloe's, a genuine and soft smile on her face, "It's not what I was expecting and I know you couldn't have made that up, but I'm here for you, no matter what."

Aubrey squeezed her hand gently.

Stunned, but also relieved as if a weight was suddenly lifted off her shoulders, Chloe let out a small laugh and pulled Aubrey into a tight hug, "You are the best friend I could have ever asked for."

"That…was surprising," Beca said, using her arm to rest on.

"Yeah it is."

"Is Beca here right now?" Aubrey asked, watching her friend suddenly turn to talk to – well – nothing.

Chloe hummed in response.

Aubrey continued, trying her best to acknowledge someone she couldn't see, "She's right there? To your left?"

"She's a genius."

"Yeah, and she's being stubborn," Chloe replied to Aubrey, ignoring Beca's sarcastic response.

Aubrey lightly scowled, "She sounds like a pain in the ass."

"Only some of the time Posen." Beca responded, but Chloe had another idea.

"Actually, she's one of the sweetest and cutest girls I've ever met."

"I am a badass Chlo, not sweet or cute."

"She gave me a tour of New York and even bought flowers for me." Chloe continued, grinning as Beca started to blush.

"She was so nervous when she gave them to me to. It was the cutest thing."

Chloe could only giggle as Beca looked away, completely flushed.

"As much as I enjoy watching you gush," Aubrey cut in before Chloe could fluster Beca even more, "let's go home."

They've been so accustomed to talking to each other they forgot how it looked to other people. Chloe's too tired to even consider what this must have looked like from Aubrey's perspective.

"Totes, I'm exhausted," Chloe said, perking up at the mention of home. It's been one of the craziest nights of her life and she can't wait to crash on her bed.

"Don't think you are off the hook. Cooking for two weeks and my favorite ice cream."

She deflated at the mention of the deal.

"And you owe me a marathon of the Bachelorette. I know you watched it without me this weekend."

"Wait! It was Beca! She couldn't wait."

"Don't blame this on me Beale."

"Does she even like the Bachelorette?"

"…"

"I knew it."

"She got you on that one."

At the end of the day, Chloe can't help but express how happy she is. Sitting between Aubrey and Beca, both of whom were bantering back and forth through her as they watched the Bachelorette, Chloe could only think how her life has changed in such a short time. It may never be the same anymore, but her life has never felt as full as it does right now and she wouldn't change that for the world.