A/N: Oho… Me again. Can't escape this fandom for too long, apparently?! I'm back home again and have some time to kill until the semester begins again. Although I don't think I can commit to a long fic, here's another project I'm attempting to get me back on the wagon as my self-esteem about my writing is in the pits right now.

In any case, I'm attempting something like a 30 day challenge where I write/post a one shot per day, about anything, any genre, of any length. I've written a few in advance to give me a bit of buffer in case I have to miss a day for some reason (it'll happen). It'll probably be mostly Bechloe, but if other ships creep in I'll give you guys a heads up.

Hope you guys enjoy this and my little attempt to feel halfway confident about my writing again.

It only takes until the third day until Chloe snaps; the words spill out in a moment of exhaustion and frustration in the middle of a rushed dinner at McDonald's after a late night Bella's practice. She means it to sound calm or at the very worst, a little exasperated, but her voice takes on this stupid pleading tone that gives away the cracks.

'God - can we please stop talking about this?'

Beca, much as she tries to seem "badass" all the time, is nowhere near as good at hiding her emotions in her facial expressions as she thinks she is. She's clearly a little hurt by Chloe's remark. 'Didn't you say if I had questions, I could ask?'

'I know, but I didn't think you'd have this many questions, or that you'd keep asking the same things over and over.' Chloe takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She's getting a little too worked up over this, she knows, but it's a sensitive topic and Beca's seemingly endless curiosity is becoming tiresome.

And so is Beca's tendency to retreat into her shell when she feels even remotely attacked. 'Okay,' she mutters, leaning back into the padded seats. 'Sorry, didn't mean to offend you, or something.'

'You didn't. But you keep asking. And asking… And Beca, I don't know why or how I started liking girls. I just did, and…' She bites her lip, scared to voice the issue. 'You're going to have to deal with it eventually.'

She looks affronted. 'I have dealt with it; I told you, it's not an issue for me.'

But Chloe says quietly, 'Even so. Every time you ask me something, even though I know you're just confused about it all, it just makes me feel so - other.'

'Other?'

'Like I'm not like you.' She fiddles with her cutlery, unable to meet Beca's gaze. 'Like I'm somehow… Not me, anymore, in your eyes. I'm not anything else besides this, besides my sexuality.'

'No - Chloe, of course that's not -'

'Maybe not,' she interrupts. 'But that's what it feels like. And to be honest? It kind of sucks.'

For a second, Beca looks like she might argue; but then, an expression of shame crosses over her face and she bows her head instead.

'I'm sorry. You're – you're a lot more to me than that,' she says to the tray on the table. 'Just my dumb ass keeps messing up and making it seem, you know…' She fishes for the word, cringing a little at her vocabulary failure. 'Like you're not.' And after a moment's pause, she pushes her leftover fries to Chloe's side of the table.

Chloe sighs, and takes one.

It's a start, anyway.