Chloe hadn't been the one to open the door which was a little disappointing for you, at least, although Stacie lit up when she saw Aubrey. The blonde gave you both a piercing glance, then in all her poshness she grumbled and opened the door. Then you both squeezed through, you with your crutches and awkward gait. Stacie, pressing every inch of her body against the blondes. She whispered something in Aubrey's ear that you didn't hear, but made Aubrey blush terribly. Stacie grinned and followed after you.

The place was packed. Clearly, it wasn't a little get together with just the Bellas. That's not to say that the a capella women weren't here, but you'd be sorely pressed if someone asked you to find them through all this mess. That's not only because you have no idea who the women are or what they look like. It's also because there are an uncomfortably large amount of people in here. You kept bumping into people, or 'crutching' on their toes. There wasn't a lot of room.

Somehow, you managed to make your way over to a shady looking spot in the room. There was a couple making out in the corner. You gave them as much privacy as possible while still trying to keep on the down low.

The music was pulsing, a steady thrum that you felt all the way down to your bones. Your heartbeat matched it, and you bobbed your head to the beat despite otherwise not looking to do anything else. The lights were low, people were pressed together as they danced. There was the heady scent of alcohol and sweat. You didn't much care for it, having no one here to really drink with but Stacie, and Stacie was... well, it was indecent what she was doing. The music was good, though. There were sudden exclamations and cheers as someone shoved their way through the crowd, and suddenly someone was calling your name. "Beca!" A face broke through the masses, and you saw Chloe making her way towards you. There was a cheery smile on her face. You couldn't help but match it with your own, quiet smile.

"Hey, red. Thanks for inviting me," you say when she walks over to you. There's a red solo cup in her hand. Her brows furrow, and she observes you for a moment before grinning widely.

"You're sober," she says, as if the world made perfect sense. You are, so you don't bother to deny it. Chloe shakes her head when she realizes that you're not going to answer. You notice the slight glaze in her eyes as she leans into you. "Now that won't do," she shoves the cup in your hand. "Drink up!"

You glance down at whatever it is, beer most likely, and make a face. "My doctor says I shouldn't drink with the medication he gave me," you state simply, attempting to hand the drink back.

"Do you always do what your doctor tells you?" Chloe teases. "Besides, I'm a doctor, almost," she continues. "I think it would be okay."

You gaze back down at the drink, before shrugging, "If you're sure." You throw the drink back and swallow it down. When you're done, you feel a familiar burn in your stomach and your inhibitions lower a little. You suddenly don't particularly care what your doctor told you to do. One thing you're sure about, it wasn't beer in that cup. Whatever it was, it was strong.

"Come on," Chloe grabs your hand and starts to pull you towards the masses. "Let's dance."

You leave your crutches behind, the ache in your foot a dull reminder that gets forgotten in the back of your mind.

The party continues like that, drinking and dancing and stumbling into people. You haven't seen Stacie since the both of you first arrived. As a matter of fact, you haven't seen Aubrey either. It's a little easier for you to stumble around now. Everyone else is so drunk, all it takes is the lightest touch on their shoulder and they go tumbling down. You look up from where you fell over on the floor and reconsider the thought in your mind since everyone else still seems to be standing.

Chloe, being the host of this epic party, had been dragged away almost immediately when the two of you started to dance. You gave you an apologetic look as she was swept away, but you paid it no mind. Standing alone on the dance floor, you figured it would be a little awkward if you were the only one simply just standing there so you started to move. You're not a dancer. Like, not even remotely close to being a dancer. Your movements are stiff and discoordinated and half thought out. People give you some space. After a time, you give up and trudge over to a makeshift bar. Really, it's a stack of boxes with liquor and solo cups on them. The bottles don't have labels, so you don't know what you're getting when you pour. You figure that Chloe did that on purpose. She seems like the kind of girl that likes surprises.

Whatever you poured was delicious, and makes you thirsty for more. It's not exactly fruity, but not, not fruity. It's like, borderline fruity and borderline not fruity and borderline mindblowing. Actually, it is mindblowing. You've had three glasses so far. Then you make your way back out onto the dance floor. Your movements looser, still not at all in time or even pleasant looking, but something that people can dig. You don't know how long it is later, but you're thirsty again so you go get more to drink. And then you dance. And then you get more to drink. And the world is a little fuzzy, and you think the floor is shifting with the weight of the dancers (that, that's why it's difficult to stand). This time, as you move back out into the crowd of drunken dancers, you bring the delicious not exactly fruity, fruity bottle with you. It's easier that way to drink it rather than to have to keep going back.

You are such a genius.

Everyone else is so drunk. The slightest touch sends them tumbling to the floor. It's their own fault if they can't hold your weight when the floor shifts. You stumble into a tall, busty woman. You're so small, your face gets implanted between her boobs when she catches you. Your eyes widen. "Whoa!" you say, moving your face in closer and breathing in deeply. "You smell like maple syrup!"

Suddenly you're on the floor and your arm sort of hurts. Good news, though! You managed to keep hold of the bottle of world peace. You put it to your lips and tip it back, taking a hearty swallow. There's a man standing before you with the syrup maple woman standing next to him. He's shouting something at you, and you think he looks like an angry shih tzu. "Awww," you coo, patting your thigh. "Here puppy! Here little puppy! Come on shih tzu!"

The man's eyes widen, "Did you just call me a piece of shit?" He growls and cracks his knuckles, "I'm fucking going to rip your-" his words are lost. You can't really hear him over the music. You hum beneath your breath, gazing around wonderously. His mouth is moving but there's nothing coming out of it. Well, that's a lie. There's a string of music notes coming out of it. You can see it. Just like you can see the golden eagle flying up and passed his shoulder. "Are you even listening to me you perverted asshole?" he roars. You bob your head happily. He doesn't seem to like it, and throws his fist at you. But, the floor was moving again. It tilted to the right and your body rolled. His fist hit air. You rolled into someone's legs.

"Oh," you say, sounding a little surprised. Your hand involuntarily reaches out to start caressing smooth skin. "Your calves are so soft!" The woman whose legs you're touching looks down with a little shock, but she doesn't bother to stop you. You nuzzle your cheek against them, feeling the soft skin on your face and you sigh happily. Chloe grins, letting you continue. She thinks your drunk affectionate behavior is adorable and nothing like the boring attitude you'd said it would be. You're torn away from her, though, when the angry shih tzu grips you by the shoulder and wrenches you back. He's screaming in your face, but all you can see is a happy little dog. Your hand reaches out and pets his head, "Good dog." He's about to punch at you again when Chloe stops him. Again, you can't hear what was said, but that's okay. You figure that one of Chloe's guests wants to hang out with her again, so you leave them to it and stumble away.

You're still holding the bottle, because it's a beautiful, wonderful, glorious bottle, when you decide that you need to find the bathroom. There are so many drunk people in the way. You don't really know where the bathroom is, so you start opening doors as you stumble along. Stairs. Look! Those are stairs. Betcha there's a bathroom up there. Just follow the pink punch bug. Vrooooom vroooom vrrrrroooooooooommmm! Up and up and up.

You open a door, and immediately someone screams. "Oopsy," you giggle, backing out of the room as Aubrey covers herself. She was in bed with Stacie. "Sorry." There's a song that comes out of nowhere to get stuck in your head randomly. It's not the song playing. You open a door and finally find the bathroom. Setting the bottle upright on the edge of the bathtub, you sing as you go to the bathroom. "I'm bullet proof! Nothing to lose..." You flush the toilet, bumping into the wall as you stand up. Manners, you remember, so you wash your hands. "Fire away, fire away. Ricochet, you take your aim," you pick up the bottle and go to take another gulp of it. A drop hits your tongue. Perplexed, you tip it completely upside down and stick out your tongue, shaking the bottle. In return for your efforts, you get another drop. Pouting, "Noo! The bottle, it's empty!" You open the door and almost immediately stumble into Chloe, who looked to be waiting for you. You shove the bottle in her face, showing it to her as you wail, "Chloe! World peace is gone."

Chloe laughs at you, taking the bottle and setting it on the floor. Messily, she pulls you into a comforting hug. "I'm sorry, Beca," she says. "I don't know what we'll do without world peace." Your face is pressed into her hair. Awkwardly, you pat her back.

"It's okay, Chloe," you say, realizing that you're not the only one upset by this news. "We can get by. There's loads of stuff we can do."

Chloe pulls back, looking at you. The floor tilts again, and you start to tilt with it, nearly pulling Chloe down with you in the process. "There is?" she asks with wide eyes.

"Yep," you confirm. "Like, uh," you try to think of something you could do. "Um..."

"Sing with me!" Chloe exclaims, happily.

"Okay!" you wholeheartedly agree. Any other day, if you were actually sober, you might've said no. Right now, singing with Chloe sounds like the greatest idea in the world. Immediately, you go back to singing Titanium from exactly where you began, since that's the part that was stuck in your head. "I'm bulletproof! Nothing to lose. Fire away, fire away!"

Chloe gasps excitedly, gripping your arms and pressing you back against the bathroom entrance. "Beca!" she says, leaning in close to you. "That song is my jam! My lady jam."

"Oh, cool, really? You know David Guetta?" you ask, just as excited. She nods enthusiastically, which makes you grin. In all of the entire world, the one in a million people that you are, what are the chances of you both knowing the same song? The white clouds that dance around Chloe's head squeal happily as well. This is the best party ever. Chloe waves at you, urging you to continue singing again. Obviously, you can't just continue where you left off. So you start over again. "I'm bullet proof, nothing to lose! Fire away, fire away."

Chloe jumps in with you for the next verse, her voice clumsily melding with yours. It's a lot like magic, you think. "Ricochet, you take your aim- fire away, fire away. You shoot me down, but I won't fall!" Your voices had been steadily rising up to this point until now you both are screaming the lyrics out at the tops of your lungs. "I am TITANIUM! You shoot me down, but I won't-"

But you do, the world falls and Chloe falls down with you. Drunken people. Geez, you think, shaking your head. If Chloe can't handle it... but suddenly her lips are on yours and she's kissing you and you're kissing back and whoa! She tastes really good. She kicks the door closed and the jerky movement grinds against you. You can't help moaning, loudly. Her lips come away from yours with a Pop! and her shirt comes off and the next bit of it is pretty hazy, but feels incredible. It leaves you feeling very satisfied.

When you wake up the next morning, your back hurts. Your head is killing you and the room spins and you know you're about to have the worst hangover of your life. The rest of the house is silent, now, and there's a little light peeking out through a little window above the bathtub so you know it's morning. The rest of the party must be gone. You're not exactly sure where you are, and when you try to move you find that you can't. You're laying on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, and there's a body laying on top of you. A naked body. Holy hell, if the naked person on top of you hadn't been an indicator than the delicious soreness between your legs certainly is. You had sex on the floor of the bathroom with a stranger. Your eyes are a little bleary, and you have to squint, but you make out red hair and- Chloe?

She's sleeping on top of you, curling into your body with her arm holding you close, her face tucked into your neck. She's breathing gently, fast asleep. You had sex with Chloe? Wait, you had sex with a woman?

In this moment, you are in complete disbelief. You aren't even into other women like... well... like that. What the hell happened last night?

Chloe starts to stir, and internally you're freaking out. It would be impossible for you to just get up, throw on your clothes, and go without waking her up. You're at a loss of what to do. Dude, you slept with her. What do you do? Shit, seriously! What. Do. You. Do. Too late, she's already awake.

Chloe blinks open her eyes and slowly peers up at you. It takes a moment for recognition to hit her face, but when it does she gives you a tired, content smile. Her thumb is tracing circles on your hip bone. "Hi Beca," she says softly. "Good morning." She doesn't seem to want to move.

You gulp slowly, "Morning Chloe." Your face is starting to feel hot. Oh god. You just realized that naked means that Chloe's everything is pressing against your naked everything. You don't like women! You bite your lips, there's a funny feeling in your stomach. Chloe doesn't seem to be freaking out.

"Do you want to stay for breakfast?" she asks, still looking at you. Her thumb, it feels so comforting and is completely distracting. You're not sure how to answer.

"I, um, I have to-" suddenly, your stomach lurches. In a rush of movement, you can't help but throw Chloe off your body and shove your head over the toilet just in time for the vomit to come up. You're heaving, again and again. It's disgusting. You feel the tips of Chloe's fingers tickling the skin of your neck as she gathers your hair back. This is the most embarrassing morning ever. When you're done, you're gasping for air and slump against the wall of the bath. You barely manage to flush to toilet. Chloe's rhythmically playing with a strand of your hair, leaning on the tub next to you, one hand reaching over to hold your own.

You can't really face her. You think she must know something's wrong. Your face is pale.

"What's wrong?" she asks compassionately. Her voice does funny things to your already upset stomach. You know that whatever happened yesterday had been a mutual thing that you had been reciprocating, not to mention that you hadn't known each other for all that long, so you can't really blame her for not knowing your sexual orientation.

"I, um... Did... did we...?" you can barely get the question out and trail off with a few meager words, looking anywhere at Chloe. You swallow the bile in your throat. Chloe's hand stills.

"Did we sleep together last night?" she prompts, and you nod. Inside, you're half pleading for her to continue. You're half pleading for her to say nothing at all. "Yes."

The word deflates you, "Oh." You definitely can't look Chloe in the eyes now. Your hand in hers in clammy. The hand that had been playing with your hair lightly touches your cheek and turns your face to hers.

"Is that alright?" she asks carefully, looking at you with guarded eyes. You can't look away from her now. Her eyes are so deep a blue, and you can't really remember the details or anything at all of what happened after you got ahold of that bottle, but you remember her eyes locking onto yours as you writhed in ecstasy and came at her touch. You had never really felt like, like that before. Not anything that incredible. And... you think... you think you might have returned the favor.

You find you can't do say anything in reply really at all, because it shouldn't be alright. Chloe is another woman. You've never been attracted to another woman. In fact, you'd thought Jesse, as annoying as he was, might be a good guy to date. But then, you thought over the past week, and all the fluttery feelings in your stomach. The worries you had about texting Chloe, about being unable to say no to Chloe, Stacie's soft teasing. Did you... have you had an attraction to Chloe all along?

Chloe's face falls. She looks away. If you hadn't been looking at her, you don't think you'd have seen it. "It's okay if it's not, Beca," she says. "I understand."

"No-" you blurt out, and her head snaps up. You didn't like her looking so down. Not to mention, you don't like being misunderstood. Your face feels insanely hot. "It's just- I mean," one of your hands waves around, attempting to aimlessly dictate your words. Chloe's watching you curiously now. "I haven't... I haven't ever-" you sigh, throwing your face to your hand in exasperation. You mumble into your palm, "You're the first, um, woman that I ever... uh... felt this way about?" Your avoiding Chloe's eyes again, an endless game you play. "And last night, I can't really remember it, but, um, what I do remember is..." you face is burning as the vague memories from the night before, and you momentarily get lost in them. You lick your lips. It takes a moment, but you shake the thoughts of it away in order to continue your rather poor speech. Your voice is barely discernable as you say, "Well, I liked it. I really did."

Chloe opens her mouth to say something, but you have to get it out. It tastes like vomit in your mouth. You'd know because you just finished puking not five minutes before. "And I understand if you don't feel the same way!" you placate, hurriedly. You force the words out, "I mean, I hadn't even begun questioning my own sexuality until, like, two seconds ago! So, I don't know if you- if you're- if it's the same way for you." God, why are you so awkward at feelings? You could've just been sarcastic, though, and covered everything up. The fact that you're attempting to be open about it should say something in itself. "But," you continue on hopelessly. "If you want, I'd like to figure this out with you." You spare a glance at Chloe's face and parrot her words from earlier. "Is that alright?"

It takes a moment. A long, endless, silent pause that leaves you feeling more and more uncomfortable. You can't believe you put yourself out on the line like that. You can't imagine what she's thinking, Chloe, as she analyzing the look on your face. You start feeling restless, wanting this moment just to be over so you can go on to the next. And then Chloe's kissing you, again, and it's nothing like the way it was last night. Her lips are sure as they move against yours, and at first you're surprised and don't know what to do. You can't help falling into her kiss, though, your eyes fluttering close. The kiss isn't rushed. It's not pressuring. It leaves you wanting more, and yet completely content with the way it ends. When Chloe pulls back, she looks at you again and hums. You think that kiss was to test something.

And then Chloe kisses your cheek and gives you a wide, happy smile. She seems to come to some sort of conclusion, and the look on her face sends elated fluttery spirals of butterflies in your stomach. You don't really know what's going to happen next, but you can't wait to figure it out with her. She grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet. "Come on, Becs," she says, grinning at you over her shoulder. "You're staying for breakfast."

It's only when you're out the bathroom door and Aubrey screams that you realize the both of you are still naked.

AN:

More to come. I promise it'll loosen up a little bit (you know, awkward people discovering they like girls despite having had clear signs up until they actually got hit with one). Going back to college tomorrow to start the new semester, so sorry if I don't update until I get back into the rhythm of things. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for all the reviews guys!

Sweedledome: Would you understand if I told you it meant a lot to me that you said that cuz I fangirl over your fics? But I mean, that's a completely hypothetical question! ^^ In any case, thanks. :)

RadforR: Lol, my pleasure! Cookies are the only thing in this world. That is all. ^^ Also, hope this has enough of a little bit of both for you. There may be more hardcore lovey-dovey stuff later, but for now we'll just blame it on the alcohol... Thanks for the review again!

J17lp16: Glad you like it so far! Hope you don't mind, it's got a little of both but nothing too mind blowing or painful to read. Actual boring drunk Beca may come later, until then I figure that this happened because of the alcohol and her meds. I'll do my best to keep it up!

TheTruthIsInsideOfYou: Dude! I'm so excited that you're excited to read my fic! Glad you like it so far, and I hope this chapter lived up to your expectations- It's kind of setting the groundwork for the problems that are to come.

EVERYONE ELSE (you know who you are) THANKS FOR READING. Go ahead and leave a comment if you love me. Go on. Go on. ;) No, but seriously thanks for the support guys. It means a lot.