Here it is my lovlies, the last chapter! Thank you so much for sticking with this story and all your lovely lovely kind words. I am genuinely moved every time someone favourites/follows/reviews any of my stories. Anyway, enjoy the final chapter :)

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Four years later

"Beca Mitchell, are you crying?" Chloe whispered, wearing an enormous grin, tears in her own eyes.

"Absolutely not." Beca whispered back, teeth gritted.

"Whatever you say." Chloe smirked, returning her attention to the alter. A few seconds later she heard sniffing coming from the brunette, but instead of mocking her, she slipped her hand into Beca's and gave it a squeeze.

"Do you, Aubrey, take Jesse to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The Reverend asked.

"I do." Aubrey replied, tears in her eyes and a smile bigger than Beca had ever seen it, including when they won the ICCA's. Beca tried to control her tears, knowing that the entire congregation could see them as she was Jesse's "best man" and Chloe was Aubrey's maid of honour.

"At least you wore waterproof mascara." Chloe joked.

"You may now kiss the bride." The Reverend said. Jesse cupped Aubrey's cheek with his hand and kissed her. Beca wolf-whistled and everyone else began laughing and cheering.

"That'll be us next." Chloe laughed, whispering into Beca's ear before the newly wed couple ran down the isle hand in hand, towards the limo that would take them to the reception. Beca's eyes widened slightly and she swallowed before giving a less than convincing laugh. Something which didn't go unnoticed by Chloe. Okay so the two weren't exactly engaged but they had been together for four years now and Chloe had assumed Beca wanted the same things as her. Even though every time she tried to broach the subject, her girlfriend would become a little closed off and cagey. The brunette didn't quite meet her eye as they followed the rest of the wedding guests out of the church towards the cars that had been hired.

"Becaw!" Jesse shouted, a few hours into the party. He pulled her into one of his famous bone crushing hugs. "I'm married!" He said, spinning her around.

"Dude, you're gonna make me puke." Beca said and he put her down.

"You can be as sarcastic as you want Bec, but I will always remember that you cried at my wedding." He said, a smug grin on his face.

"I didn't cry, Jesse." She scoffed. "I had something in my eye."

"Whatever you say." He said. "So are you still planning to hijack my wedding and steal my thunder?"

"Oh absolutely." Beca said, glancing around to make sure she wasn't about to be overheard. She spotted Chloe talking to Aubrey. "But Chloe doesn't know so please, please don't tell her. And make sure Aubrey doesn't either."

"Come on, Aubrey's probably more excited about this than you are. She'd never ruin the surprise." Jesse patted Beca on the arm before he was surrounded by several of the old Treblemakers who immediately started hugging him. Beca waved at them as she made her way to the DJ booth. She queued up another hours worth of music before returning to the party. For Aubrey and Jesse, Beca was the obvious choice to DJ their wedding reception, and Beca seized the chance to do it. She made her way to Aubrey and pulled the blonde into a hug. "Congrats again Aubrey!" She said, grinning at her friend. Aubrey hadn't stopped beaming all day and right now was no exception. Chloe had wandered off when Beca came over, much to the brunette's confusion. "Is she mad at me?"

"Apparently you acted weird when Chloe mentioned marriage earlier." Aubrey said, still smiling.

"Ah, well I can fix that." Beca said with a wink. Aubrey squealed excitedly and pulled Beca into another hug. When they broke apart Beca swallowed slightly and took Aubrey's hand. "I just wanted to say 'Bree, that you look beautiful today. And that I've known Jesse pretty much my whole life and I never thought he would find a girl good enough for him. And then he met you. And I'm proud to call you my sister."

"Beca." Was all Aubrey could say before she started crying. "Chloe is lucky she has you." She said finally.

"I'm the lucky one." Beca said, squeezing Aubrey's hand before letting it go. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and do something." Beca made her way through the crowd on the dance floor, looking for her girlfriend. She spotted her sitting at a table, nursing a drink. "Hey, can we go for a walk?" Beca said when she reached her. Chloe nodded, gulping the last of her champagne. Beca held out her hand to Chloe but the redhead didn't take it. "You're mad at me." Beca said when they were away from the noise of the party.

"You know what, Beca, I am." Chloe said, her voice a little slurred. "I get that commitment scares you. I know that your parents divorced and then your dad and Sheila divorced last year and the thought of marriage freaks you out a bit. I get that. But we've been together for four years Becs. Four years, and whenever we try and talk about the future you get all closed off and weird. I love you but I need to... Why the fuck are you smiling right now?!" Chloe shouted, annoyed at the grin on Beca's face.

"Are you done?" Beca asked. Chloe looked furious and normally Beca would have been terrified. Chloe didn't trust herself to speak so gave her a nod. "So after my brother died, I thought I'd never be able to love anyone as much as I loved him. And even if I met someone I could love that much that I wouldn't let myself. I knew I wouldn't be able to bare the pain of them leaving. Because I knew they would leave eventually. But then I met you and you changed my world in a couple of months, strike that, a couple of weeks. And I fell in love with you harder and faster than anything I had ever experienced." Beca was crying now. "Remember that night when you carried me into the hospital at 3am? You stayed with me for almost four hours, never complaining, never letting go of my hand, not even sleeping when I did. I knew then I was going to marry you because I finally, finally accepted that you'd never leave me." Beca said, tears making tracks down her cheeks. She saw the same ones running down Chloe's. "But it's me, so obviously I got scared. I kept putting it off." Beca paused, taking a few steadying breaths. She wanted her voice to be steady and at the minute it was shaking with adrenaline and emotion. "The day Jesse bought his ring for Aubrey, I got one too." Beca took Chloe's hands in her own. "Squeeze once for yes, twice for no." Beca said softly. "Chloe Beale, will you marry me?" Chloe choked out a sound that was a mixture of a cry, a laugh and a sob. She squeezed Beca's hands once, hard. Beca cried out a laugh too and threw her arms around Chloe's neck, kissing her now fiancé. She pulled a box from her bag and slipped the ring onto Chloe's finger. "I love you so much Chlo."

Five years later

Beca and Chloe Mitchell walked hand in hand along the beach. Their shoes in their bag, their jeans rolled up to their knees, their daughter toddling along happily in front of them. Every so often Beca would squeeze Chloe's hand, and the redhead would always squeeze back. A gesture that had meant so many things to the girls. It meant yes. It meant I need you. It meant thank you. It meant a million more things. But at this moment, walking along the beach, almost five years into their marriage, the gesture meant one thing. It meant, I love you.