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Chloe: Okay! It's a date!

Ohhh I’ve been busy the past few days and I just have to say coming back to write this cuteness just filled my heart up. I think I have a new thing for domestic chloe and beca now?! So THANKS!!!

Occasionally,  Beca could hear Chloe even from underneath music blasting in her headphones. Once, Beca was in their room working when Chloe got home. She heard singing from downstairs, so loud and so joyous that she pulled her headphones down just to listen for a few moments before recognizing Smile by Uncle Kracker. Beca followed the music to the kitchen and watched from the doorway as Chloe pulled ingredients out of the refrigerator.

“I got it,” hummed Chloe without breaking the melody of the song. Beca tilted her head and briefly marveled at how Chloe knew she was there without even turning around, but then it hit her what she was talking about.

“No you didn’t!”

“They called me on my way home.” Finally pausing her singing, Chloe leaned her back against the counter to face Beca. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to contain a smile way too large for her pretty, perfect face. She tried to appear calmer than she was, but revealed herself by bouncing on her heels, waiting for Beca’s reaction. Chloe was never great at squashing her emotions.

“You got the job!” Beca yelled. “You’re a veterinarian, officially.”

“Dr. Chloe Beale,” she mused with a smile. Then, at Beca’s sudden frown, “What?”

“Nothing,” Beca shook her head. “That’s just like… hot as hell. My girlfriend being a doctor.”

Chloe’s contained smile finally broke free and exploded all over the both of them. “Your girlfriend is a DILF.”

“Dude… No. That’s not what a DILF is.”

“D-I-L-F. Doctor I’d like to…”

“No. Nope.”

Chloe winked, and Beca again wondered how it was possible she loved another human being as much as she loved this stupid face in front of her. She rolled her eyes affectionately and eyed the vegetables on the cutting board over Chloe’s shoulder. She shook her head firmly.

“Okay, no. Throw those things away; tonight we are celebrating with takeout. Way too much of it. The unhealthiest, grossest things on every to-go menu we have.”

“Mmmm,” Chloe moved Beca’s hair away from her neck so she could paint a soft, sweet kiss on it. “Do we get to eat straight from the boxes?”

“Mhmm.”

“In the tub?”

“Sure.”

“Watching The Bachelor season 13?” At Beca’s furrowed eyebrows, Chloe raised her hands and shrugged. “It’s MY celebration, isn’t it?”

“Season 21,” Beca countered.

Chloe pecked Beca’s lips and beamed. “I love you.”

It took only seconds before Beca realized this was not one of those times. She knew Chloe’s cry better than she knew her own - there was only one cry, a very recent addition, that seemed to hold the power to pierce her heart the same way, maybe even more. She listened for that cry too, but Chloe’s was the only sound she could make out from upstairs.

She had been gone for an hour now. Beca had a tough morning; she completely lost it by ten-thirty. Chloe had walked into the kitchen to Beca pulling every pot and pan out from the underneath cabinet and declaring, “I’m SICK of looking at this.”

“Let me help,” Chloe had offered sweetly.

“Yes of course, why DON’T you help?” Beca had snarled. “Since you’re the one who throws everything around without a single care in the world. Seriously. If you’re not going to put things away properly, just leave the stuff in the dishwasher. Don’t try to help in the first place.”

“Becs…” Chloe said cautiously, peeking her head around the corner of the kitchen island. “Where is Aria?”

“She’s right there!” Beca pointed at the empty swing on the kitchen table. She noticed it as soon as she said it. “She was right there.”

Beca and Chloe both sprang into action, Beca near exasperated tears when Chloe walked into the dining room, kissing and bouncing their four-month-old daughter.

“Oh my God,” Beca tilted her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, steadying her heart rate to a speed that doesn’t require a hospital visit. She buried her face in her hands and shook her head. “What is wrong with me? I swear I remember putting her in that swing.”

“She was just relaxing in the living room,” Chloe assured her. “Totally content. Just looking around.”

“Because she’s perfect. She’s a perfect baby. Of course she is. She’s Chloe, part 2.”

Chloe smirked and offered to take Aria for a walk so Beca could finish her pot and pan cleaning, or perhaps, she suggested subtly, take some Beca-time and relax? Beca thanked her and started playing around with mixes. Nothing serious or productive, but one thing she had lost recently was the time to just dick around and have fun. An hour was as refreshing as it could be, and she felt much better by the time Chloe’s crying pulled her out of her zone.

“Chlo?” she called, bouncing down the stairs. “Chlo? You okay?”

She tried hard not to laugh at the scene she walked into: Chloe, still with her coat and shoes on, sitting on the bench in the mudroom, crying her mascara off her face, while Aria sat in her onesie on Chloe’s lap, contently looking around and smiling much too big for her pretty, perfect face when Beca walked in and greeted her with “hi, baby.”

“Hi,” Chloe reply-sobbed back. For that, Beca let out a tiny noise attempting to mask her giggle. “What’s funny?” asked Chloe genuinely. She looked like she wanted to laugh, too.

“No, nothing. What’s wrong?”

“I’m a disgusting, horrible, pathetic excuse for a per–”

“Whoa okay, can we like, hold on for a sec? What happened?”

“She deserves so much better,” Chloe sniffled. “So, so much better. I practically neglected her.”

“Can we start at the beginning?”

Chloe sighed, as if it brought her great pain to relive this trauma. “She started crying. Well, sort of. I’d say more of whining, you know how she gets?” Beca started to agree, but Chloe didn’t give her the time before continuing, “Well I decided to take her home since I didn’t bring her bag with me or anything if she needed something. So I just kept talking to her as we’re coming home, right? Like, ‘It’s okay, pudding, we’re almost there! Just a few more minutes!’  but she just kept getting more mad!”

This statement seemed to remind Chloe how traumatic the event was. She needed a few moments to recuperate with deep breaths before finishing her story.

“I didn’t even look at her! So then we’re back at the house and I go to unbuckle her and get her out and her..her hat is all… all o–on her face. She was just fussing because she couldn’t see!”

Beca nodded, waiting for Chloe to continue, while Chloe looked at Beca for a reaction. Beca tried to formulate something, but no words came.

“Chlo, I really don’t know what the bad thing is here.”

“The bad thing is SHE COULDN’T SEE, BECA! ALL SHE WANTED WAS FOR ME TO FIX HER HAT SO SHE COULD SEE! She asks for so LITTLE in this world and I can’t even give her that!”

Beca rolled her tongue around in her mouth, trying to remain serious. It was a task too difficult; her smile spread all the way up to the crinkles in her eyes.

“I think we should call Aubrey,” Beca suggested. “Maybe she wants to spend some aunt-niece time with Aria tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Uh. Yeah. I think we need to order takeout tonight. The grossest, most unhealthiest thing on every to-go menu we have.”

“Yeah?” Chloe looked up, her eyes still shining from the tears. “And eat out of the boxes?”

“Duh. In the tub.”

“And watch the Bachelor?”

“Don’t push it.”

Chloe smiled and kissed the crown of Aria’s head.

“We’ll do better tomorrow?” Chloe said, but the way she looked at Beca, Beca knew it was a question too. Will we? Can we?

S/O to everyone who sent me a prompt! My ask box will always be open if you get an idea. And if you sent me one tonight, keep an eye out, you never know when inspiration will strike!!

This one turned into a little jealous Beca, so.

“Okay,” Chloe called, jogging happily towards Beca. “We just have to take a left, another left, a right, go straight for 800 feet past the intersection, another right, and then a left. That man was so nice. Did you see him?”

“Dude. Focus!”

“His jaw was, like, chiseled by the Gods.”

“I’m leaving without you.” Beca huffed away, unsure what she really mad over. It was her that forgot her klippekort at the hotel, and it was Chloe who effortlessly assured her that finding their way back on foot would be a fun adventure together. She marched forward only a few feet before she froze and waited for Chloe to catch up.

“Forget where to go?” At Beca’s stubborn silence, Chloe grinned and reached her arm in front of Beca to point left. “That way!”

“You sure?” Beca questioned.

Chloe poked the side of Beca’s stomach. “Why are you being such a grouchy-pants?”

“I’m not.” Beca trudged ahead, ignoring Chloe’s raised eyebrows. “Maybe you should go ask that guy. With his jaw and all.”

Chloe mouthed an understanding “oh,” as Beca walked ahead of her. She smiled as she watched Beca stop at the next intersection, not knowing where to go and needing Chloe to catch up and tell her, but refusing to look back and see where she was.

“Did you mean it?”

Her voice startled Chloe, but as soon as she saw her, she couldn’t help but smile. Chloe sat alone and started a fire again after everyone else went to bed. She had a lot to process, fighting and making up and sharing secrets and singing. Beca stood over her wearing a matching pajama set and her hair up in a bun on the top of her head. It took everything in Chloe not to squeal out an “awww” and scare Beca away.

“You look totes adorbs,” she settled on. Beca blushed, but pretended she didn’t and ignored her.

“You didn’t answer me?”

“Your question wasn’t clear, but yes. I don’t usually say things I don’t mean. Except sometimes when I don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings.” Chloe’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to decide if this really counted as lying or not.

“Oh.” Beca seemed to just realize Chloe couldn’t read her mind. “I meant about experimenting. Regretting it and crap.”

Chloe smiled and patted the seat next to her. Beca took the signal and stared at the fire, refusing to make eye contact.

“Yeah,” Chloe said, looking at the side of Beca’s face. “I meant that.”

“Cause like, not to be weird but why did you bring it up with me? Was it just me?”

Chloe tried not to let her amusement show on her face. Beca was obviously struggling, but it was adorable to watch her. She knew she didn’t do a very good job, because when Beca finally looked at her, she looked exasperated.

“I’m being weird, I knew it. Forget it.”

“No, you’re not.” Chloe tilted her head and offered her a genuine smile. “It was only you, Beca.”

“We could talk about it,” Chloe offered.

“Or you could just tell me where to go,” countered Beca.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive,” Chloe said it teasingly, but it earned her daggers. She was so used to them, she didn’t even flinch. Her smile didn’t even falter. In fact, it was so very Beca that it made Chloe smile just a little bit bigger.

“I’m not sensitive. I’m tired and hungry.”

“Okay, then let’s go.” Chloe held out her hand. Beca stared, not moving. Chloe broke first. “Are you going to take it?”

“No.”

“Then how are you going to get home?”

“I’ll ask someone myself.”

“You don’t know how to ask in Danish.” Chloe raised her eyebrows, asking her again. Beca and Chloe both stared at Chloe’s upturned palm. “Come on, Becs. Trust me?”

“I do.” Reluctantly, Beca smacked her hand down in Chloe’s, who squealed in happiness and swung their arms as they walked. Not oblivious to Beca’s sourness, but unbothered by it.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Chloe asked. “The streets?”

“Yeah,” said Beca. Chloe felt Beca’s eyes on her as she answered, which made her feel special and sweet, but she swallowed her smile and pretended to be unphased.

“Did you really forget your klippekort?” asked Chloe. Her voice was tentative, unsure of her own question.

“What do you mean?” Beca stopped in her tracks and took her hand out of Chloe’s. Droplets of rain fell on them at the same time, causing both of them to look up at the sky. “Great,” she rubbed her tongue along her teeth and angrily nodded her head. “Now we can walk home in the rain.”

“Wanna go for a walk?” Chloe asked.

“Like, now?” Beca looked around at the wooded area surrounding them with a hesitant expression.

“Not too far,” she assured Beca’s wariness with a confident smile. “Just so we can talk.”

Chloe watched Beca’s expression go from “absolutely no way” to “I mean, I guess.”

She thought that was kind of a summary of her four years at Barden.

They walked to the other side of the lake, silver in the moonlight, and Chloe admired it before sitting on the edge and taking off her shoes and socks.

“Isn’t it cold?” Beca asked.

“Freezing.”

Beca smiled. Apparently, “freezing,” was enough of an answer for Beca to join her.

“Oh. Yeah, it is.”

“See?” Chloe beamed. “I only say things I mean.”

“Right,” Beca nodded once and bit down on her bottom lip, looking away and hiding… what was that? A smile? Chloe liked nervous Beca, she decided. Especially in her cute pajamas and with her tired eyes. “The moon looks pretty,” she tried a semblance of a normal sentence.

“Yeah,” agreed Chloe. “You do too, Becs.”

“Now?” she almost laughed. “In my bunny PJ’s? See, now I know you say things you don’t mean.”

“Now. Always.”

“Stop,” Beca said, burying her face in her hands. She came back up and declared, “you’re being weird about it, dude.”

“Sorry,” said Chloe genuinely.

“No, not like– I mean. Don’t really stop.”

Chloe beamed. In the darkness, Beca couldn’t see her hand move; she only felt the pressure on her thigh as Chloe leaned into her.

“We don’t have to talk, if you don’t want.”

This time, Beca could feel the breath coming in and out of Chloe, she was so close. It was such a weird sensation, being so emotionally close before being physically close. She knew every breath Chloe breathed, but all of a sudden it was like they were sharing it, like they only existed within each other; as Chloe breathed out, Beca breathed in the same air.

“Talking sucks,” Beca agreed. The air flowed between them until there was no space left.

Under the tent of a storefront, Beca and Chloe stood and watched the rain downpour.

“At least we’re dry?” Chloe tried.

Beca grumbled under her breath, more than Chloe could understand, but she at least got “I can’t believe this is happening,” out of it.

“Now we can talk!”

“Talking sucks,” Beca said reflexively, and then, because she knew Chloe better than anyone in the world, she glared at her and mumbled, “don’t smile at that.”

Chloe couldn’t help it, anyway.

“Maybe I should go talk to the guy that helped me earlier. The one with the jaw chiseled by the–”

“Gods? Yeah, we get it Chlo.”

“Beca?”

“What?” she snarled.

“I forget where to go after this.”

Beca threw up her hands. “Great! Now we’re lost, it’s raining, and we’ll probably just DIE out here before we find our way back.”

“That’s a LITTLE dramatic.”

“You’re the dramatic one!” Beca crossed her arms and looked away, watching the rain. Chloe let her simmer. Finally she shrugged, conceding. “The rain’s kind of pretty.”

“It makes everything glow,” Chloe agreed. Beca turned and looked at her, feeling shitty for losing her temper. She already regretted wasting this time with her.

“Maybe we could stay lost for a little while longer.”

“If you want.”

“We don’t need to talk about what happened at the lake,” Beca said, her eyes slowly making their way up to Chloe’s. “I get it, it was just experimenting. It was just a kiss. I’m not trying to be like, weird about it.”

“It was a really good kiss,” Chloe smiled.

A/N: Shoutout @likeofsillythings for this prompt!! I’m not sure if you meant it as a one-shot or part of my multichap but I wrote it as a one-shot. Also so sorry, it’s literally nearly 1am but instead of being a reasonable person and waiting until I have time to write it, I decided to do it now. I have no concept of personal limits. If these words do not make sense together, please do not hold it against me. I probably should have not done this right now.

Story: While sharing an apartment, Beca unknowingly goes on a date with a girl and realizes she likes it. Chloe gets jealous.

When closing her eyes proved not to also shut off her ears, Beca groaned, threw herself back on the bed, and held a pillow over her head to block out the sound. When she took it off and came back for air, Amy was even closer.

“Dude,” Beca warned with raised eyebrows. “You are invading my bubble so hard right now.”

“Come on, Becaboo, what’s his name? You know you wanna tell your best friend.” Amy bargained, wrapping her arms around Beca’s whole body. “Let me guess. A Brad? A Channing? I once dated a Channing,” she mused, seemingly lost in the memory and now less interested in Beca’s personal details. Yet her grip on her remained strong and in tact. “Handsome fella, into some real kinky shit. I ate chicken fried rice off his abs. Had to break it off though, felt bad for him. Last I heard he got with some dancing chick.”

“Are you talking about Channing Tatum?”

GUYS!! Wow. THANK YOU so much for the notes and love for my story yesterday. It totally came from boredom when I got home after seeing pp3 and had an empty night in front of me after that. I haven’t written fanfiction in a long time so this was such an awesome welcome back. ’m finding the bechloe fandom is AMAZING. I love it.

I’ve written chapter 2 and posted it!! for now I’m posting it on ff.net because it seems the easiest to navigate with multichaps and most people told me the fandom is pretty even among tumblr, ff, and ao3. 

Summary: After Beca accepts her spot on tour and Chloe gets into vet school, Beca realizes they’re about to go their separate ways and is trying to be at peace with that. Except for when she drunkenly confesses to Chloe that she feels… more than friendly towards her.

You can read chapter two here.

a/n: hi! i am a new member to the bechloe fandom but longtime writer, so hi :) i just saw pp3 and it was great. kendrick definitely played up the gay in this movie (S/O KENDRICK!!!)  and i just felt like.. there was so much to work with here. this fic is post pp3 after the chloe/chicago kiss. it’s multi chapter but i’m hoping people in the bechloe fandom could give me some advice on where to post it! where is the bechloe fandom really located? ff.net? archives of our own? should i just keep it on tumblr? let me know please!!! looking for some guidance <3

okay now the good stuff, here’s the fic. takes place immediately after the kiss:

It’s not like Beca was actively hiding it, like she wouldn’t fess up if someone had called her on it. I mean… she would have. If anyone had ever really, seriously called her on it, she wouldn’t lie. She’s not a liar and nothing could turn her into one. She’s too stubborn for that. Maybe she’d stumble and maybe she’d be a little vague but she wouldn’t outright deny it.

She felt it on the tip of her tongue when she confessed to the girls that DJ Khaled had picked her. It was something about the way Chloe sat down next to her, when all the other girls sat across from them. Such a small thing, such a miniscule detail that Chloe probably didn’t even think about. But that was the part that gave her butterflies: that Chloe didn’t even have to think about it. It was just her and Beca, them against the world.

It was something about the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Something about the way she ate up her whole bottom lip when she smiled, her eyes so eager but genuine when she looked at Beca. It was something about all the girls’ unending support that filled her body with a temporary bravado that made her nudge her feet over to find Chloe’s. Unabashed as always, Chloe wrapped one leg around Beca’s ankle and leaned forward over the table, taking Beca’s hand and squeezing it once, nearly invisible, but tight enough for Beca to still feel it when Chloe suggested the hug.

Her words had been swallowed with all the arms wrapped around her. Maybe, she thought, it was for the best. Maybe she was just caught up in the moment. Now wasn’t a good time to say anything anyway. There were literally a million and a half things to do, a performance to get ready for, meetings already she had to attend. Saying something now… it was selfish, more than anything. Especially when she didn’t even know what she really wanted out of it. Chloe had been accepted to vet school. Beca was going on tour. Their lives were about to diverge, for the first time. She had seven years to say something to Chloe and now? Now, her time was up.

What was she hoping for, anyway? If Chloe confessed to Beca that she had crazy feelings too, that she felt more than friendly towards her and has for awhile, Beca thinks she’d feel uncomfortable. The idea of some big, magic moment made her skin squirm. So maybe that means Beca is in the clear. If she had real feelings for Chloe, it wouldn’t make her feel so sweaty and nervous and anxious thinking about Chloe feeling the same way. She’d want Chloe to react by grabbing her and kissing her or… something. Something normal that normal people want with their romantic partners. So not wanting that… that meant she was in the clear. She probably was just feeling a little extra attached to her right now because she had been so close to her, and now the idea of separating made her get all confused and weird.

She had felt so full after her performance, completely at ease with the calmness that her feelings for all the Bellas were exactly equal. She felt no different about any of them. She loved them all equally: more than anything in this world.

So it didn’t really make sense. It just didn’t make sense how her heart lit up when she saw Chloe walking towards her, then how it dropped when she breezed right by her and went to Chicago. It didn’t make sense that her sinking heart suddenly weighed more than her entire body when she saw Chloe kiss him, or how her lungs suddenly seemed to have a puncture hole in them, deflating.

Theo was a welcome distraction because the absolute worst thing that could happen to Beca Mitchell in public was about to happen, tiny prickly wet dots touching the backs of her eyes, so she jumped into conversation with him. She fished through her mind, looking for something smart and sarcastic to quip back with. After making a joke about being a handful, the conversation lulled and she couldn’t help it: she craned her neck and stole a glance back at Chloe and Chicago still locked at the lips. Without meaning, an annoyed sigh slipped through her own.

“Everything okay?” he asked with a hint of a smile.

“Hummm?” she asked.

“I asked if everything was okay? Beca?”

Finally, Beca thought with so much irritation in her body she could feel it curling around her fingertips. Chicago looked like a goof, with puffy red lips and dazed eyes. Chloe looked, somehow, as perfect as Chloe always did. Her smile had a little more mischief and confidence than normal as she turned her head, grazing around to see if anyone caught her show. When she noticed Beca, her eyes lit up and she waved excitedly. Beca raised one hand and slowly waved just her fingers back. Chloe told Chicago she’d be right back with a squeeze of his bicep and a wink as she ran towards Beca.

And Beca couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help but let Chloe swallow her in a hug when she enveloped her and spun her around and squealed.

“Beca!!! You are so aws!”

“Dude,” Beca tried hard to act unamused, but her happiness was leaking out. “Put me down.”

“I’m so proud of you.” Chloe released her and looked her up and down, then stuck her bottom lip out. Beca’s shoulders dropped and she pursed her lips in question.

“What’s that face?”

“Nothing. It’s a happy-sad.”

“That’s, like, not a thing.”

Chloe flashed her a wide, genuine smile then, the kind that made Beca’s heart skip a couple beats inside her chest, the kind that ate up her bottom lip, that made her seem just so happy and excited about whatever comes next. Beca briefly wondered how she could have ever let herself fall in love with someone so the opposite of herself, then berated herself before the thought could even finish. Love? Now she’s using the big L word when it’s NOT like that. It’s NOT that serious. It is not. Not. Not. Not.

“I’m going to come to all your shows to support you.”

“Nuh-uh,” Beca shook her head. “You’re not taking seven years to graduate vet school too.”

A surprised laugh came from Chloe then, with a playful shove of Beca’s shoulder. Beca told herself it was normal. It was normal to feel happy when you make someone you care about happy. The tingling sensation in her stomach was from performing. It was from a million and one things, none of them being the stupid sound of stupid Chloe’s stupid laugh.

“School starts in the fall, silly,” Chloe stuck out her tongue and bopped Beca’s nose with her finger. Beca rolled her eyes and turned to the side, feeling her cheeks heating just a little.

“You still have a job, Chlo.”

Chloe shrugged with one shoulder, as if she couldn’t argue that point, and Beca pretended it wasn’t disappointment flooding through her veins at an alarming rate. What did she want? Chloe to say she didn’t? Chloe to quit her job to follow her around on tour?

Chloe pulled Beca’s hair from behind her shoulders and curled it around her fingers mindlessly, fixing it.

“I’m stuh-arving. What are you doing? Wanna grab something?”

Beca glanced over Chloe’s shoulder, at Chicago still waiting. Beca felt bad for the hatred she had felt for him just a few moments ago. He seemed sweet. Just standing around, waiting for Chloe to come back to him.

“Is he…?” Beca started.

“Oh!” Chloe squeaked. She turned around and waved at him. He waved back, clearly misunderstanding. She took Beca’s hand and started walking in the opposite direction, still waving and mouthing bye. Beca pressed her lips together tightly to prevent her laugh.

“That’s not nice,” she tried to reprimand.

“Why?” Chloe asked innocently.

“You just kissed him! Like, all up on him, practically sucked his face off dude. Not even an explanation?”

Chloe shrugged. “It was just for fun.” Beca only shook her head, but let the conversation quiet. “Besides,” Chloe added after a moment, “if he likes me, it will just make him come back for more. I can’t play all my cards in one night.”

“Why play games though?” Beca heard herself ask. “Why not just be straightforward with someone about your feelings for them? Is that ever, like a thing that happens?”

Chloe beamed at her, so brightly it made Beca cringe inwards a little.

“What?” Beca asked.

“That’s so Beca of you.”

“Is that a… bad thing?”

Chloe’s smile somehow brightened as she shook her head. She lifted her hand and rubbed one thumb on Beca’s chin, stopping Beca’s heart when she briefly rubbed against the bottom of her lip. “Not all of us have the Beca Mitchell charm that makes it so easy for you.”

“You are actually kidding now.”

“It’s a thing,” Chloe insisted. “You have this like, brooding, angry, I-don’t-care-about-anyone-but-maybe-you’re-the-exception charm. It’s a TOTAL thing. Like a bad girl kind of thing.”

This time Beca let out a squeal of a surprised laugh.

“I’m just going to pretend you’re not talking now.”

“Whatever Becs, don’t believe me! You’ll see I’m right when guys are throwing themselves at you on tour, trying to get your number.”

And something in Beca, something soft and small, gives her bravery. And she stops walking. Chloe notices just a few steps away and turns with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Becs?” her voice is gentle and full of love and Beca looks up and she knows if she lets it go again, she might never tell her. She looks in the bluest eyes she’s ever seen and she can’t help it… against everything in her body telling her not to, she smiles. Chloe returns with a small, confused smile of her own. “You okay?”

“What if I don’t want them?” Beca asks, suddenly frowning.

“Hmm?”

“The guys on tour. What if I don’t want any of them?”

Chloe’s concern turns real now as she steps back into Beca’s space, tilting her head and trying to figure her out. Not unlike a puppy, Beca thinks.

“Then ignore them?” she tries. She doesn’t know if it’s the right answer. “What’s wrong? You don’t have to be with anyone if you don’t want to…”

“Right,” Beca nods. “You’re right. Sorry, that was weird of me.”

Chloe nods once, unsure, then lets one hand fall around Beca’s shoulder. She pulls her into a one-armed hug and squeezes.

“It’s been a sups weird night,” she offers. “But you were amazing.”

Beca lets her head fall onto Chloe’s shoulder and keeps it there as they walk. “You smell like vanilla,” she notes.

“Ooooh Beca! You noticed I changed my shampoo?! I’m flattered.”

Beca rolls her eyes and pushes her away. “Shut up.”