Chapter 4: The Bellarmy

Kennedy Center, Washington DC. A Week Later.

Top Comments for Jesse's Girl:

"Beca and Chloe are so married."

"They are my real life OTP! The naked jokes! OMG."

"Fat Amy is hilarious!"

"So is that Florentia girl!"

"The Bellarmy is getting so big."

"These two are going to break Tumblr, I know it."

"The Bellas just gained a new fan and so did Bechloe!"

"I love these girls! Someone should write a fic."

The comments went on and on.

Fat Amy's jaw was on the floor as she looked at her new subscribers. Jesse's Girl went viral. People fell in love with the Bellas in general saying how hilarious they were. There were thousands of comments saying that Beca and Chloe were so gay it hurts and that they were cute. Bechloe had a fandom. The Bellas had a fandom too. There was also a small shipping of Jessica and Ashley.

"Chloe!" Fat Amy yelled as they waited to perform. She needed to get in her harness, but this was an emergency.

The bubbly redhead pranced over in her uniform, looking happy as ever, "What's up?" she asked.

"Bechloe is up," she said, shoving her I phone in Chloe's hand.

"Huh?"

"Just read it, Chloe. I gotta get ready. " The Austrailian sauntered off, muttering something Chloe couldn't hear.

Chloe looked down at the phone, her big blue eyes going wide. "HOLY BECHLOE!" How were they going to keep this all quiet?

"What on earth is Bechloe?"

Chloe was so startled, Fat Amy's phone almost went to the floor. She barely caught it in time, glancing nervously to her smaller co-captain who looked confused. "Oh nothing, Bec. Just a stupid video. Ready to rock out with the President?"

A small hand interlinked with Chloe's, squeezing it. If only Beca knew what she was doing to Chloe with that small gesture. Chloe shrugged her feelings off. This was the biggest gig they had ever gotten. Beca was nervous and Chloe had to be strong for her. Despite her nervousness, Beca mustered a signature smirk, "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Oh this is a disaster!" Chloe groaned when they got back to Barden. She was standing in the dean's office with the rest of the Bellas, gaping at the T.V. It was all over the news, all over the internet, all over Youtube. By it, she meant Fat Amy's vagina. The Bellas were being called a national disgrace, and it made their fandom adore them more which was also terrible. Bechloe had multiplied big time.

Someone had yelled, "Hey, that's that Bechloe chick!" at Beca when she was getting coffee at Starbucks on the bus ride back to the college. It made her ask Chloe what Bechloe was again. It scared the crap out of Chloe. She didn't want Beca to know. Beca would probably hate her for not saying anything, and there's the fact that Jesse Swanson was now the most hated guy in acapella history right now.

Anti-Jesse was everywhere, and it was all Chloe's fault, but Beca hadn't been around Jesse. Chloe suspected it was because of Bechloe shippers. They had been booking the Trebles like crazy because they were vowing that Bechloe should be canon. It was getting out of control. After Fat Amy's muffgate, Bechloe was trending on Twitter and Tumblr. IT was insane. Chloe didn't want Beca anywhere near social media.

Beca was smirking at Chloe pacing the office. She didn't understand why Chloe was freaking out. "Chloe, you need to calm down. It isn't a big deal."

"This is a very big deal. The Bellas are finished! This is the worst thing that's ever happened to us."

"Before I came to Barden, I had diarrhea for seven years," Flo put in.

"There's more to life than the Bellas, Chloe," Beca said, trying to soothe her friend.

"Like what?!" Chloe freaked.

"School, jobs, life," Beca deadpanned thinking about her internship which didn't go so well the day before. She was trying not to think of the awful picture that now adorned her badge.

"I failed three years to be a Bella!" Chloe got out, mentally celebrating that she didn't say, "to be with you." Her toner was showing.

"Chloe," Beca said calmly, "Honey, you need to calm down."

Chloe stopped in her tracks and couldn't keep a small smile off her face. Beca called her honey.

An uptight black lady came up and announced that the dean was, "Ready for you tramps!"

The Bellas were suspended and replaced by the German group. They had to win the world Championships in order to keep the Bellas going. They were going to Copenhagen. Not that Chloe knew where that was. She failed maps, but that was beside the point. She was one stressed out ginger.

Bechloe was getting fanmail and hate mail. A Jeca fandom was developing.

The Bellas were getting hate mail too.

Beca was nowhere to be seen, and they had to let Emily into the Bellas in secret since they weren't allowed to hold auditions. They were all sitting on the kitchen counters and at the table, sifting through the boxes of mail and going through social media. Chloe was on her pink labtop.

"Has anyone seen Beca?" Chloe asked as she scrolled cautiously through Bechloe smut on tumblr. It was so creepy…and yet…Chloe liked it, not that she would admit it. There were not so innocent fantasies running through her mind about what she would like to do to Beca.

"No. No one's seen her."

"Just know she's not with Jesse," Flo said happily, "A Jeca fan just posted a pic of him with the Trebles outside the college. They are handing out flyers for Hood Night tonight."

"They performed well. I went to their set today," Emily informed them all with a small smile. Chloe knew that smile. Emily was pining for a Treble.

Not that Chloe cared.

Her mind was still on Beca. Tiny, awkward yet confident, beautiful, hopefully a little gay Beca. She hoped to God Beca would never find out about Operation Bechloe.

"I hope Beca never gets on the internet again," Chloe moaned, her head bouncing off the keyboard in defeat. "This fanfiction is endless."

"Well, you best hope she doesn't get a hold of all this Bechloe mail either," Stacie laughed. "Aubrey has been flipping out for the past hour about it at work. Her coworkers are shipping it!"

"This is crazy," Ashley said, gawking at the Jessica and Ashley comments.

"They love us," Jessica cheered, retrieving her cellphone from her back pocket. "Let's take a selfie, Ash."

"You got it, Jess," she said. The two girls stuck out their tongues and snapped the pic before uploading it to Amy's official new Bellas tumblr page.

Cynthia Rose rolled her eyes muttering about white girls. Cynthia Rose had developed a fanbase of her own. A bunch of sexually confused girls were writing her about what an inspiration she was.

"OM-ACA-G! They called me Bechloe's love child," said Emily laughing so hard her face was fast approaching the shade of a firetruck.

"Chloe and Beca are having steamy sex in fiction. 50 Shades of Bechloe is so hot," Stacie mused behind Chloe, reading over the redhead's shoulder.

"Right?" Chloe said a little too enthusiastically.

"Meanwhile, I'm the sexy legend who flashed the president," Fat Amy howled, "We are internet sensations. I've got like twenty thousand twitter followers now! We should celebrate! Who's ready to party?!"

The girls cheered and headed out the door to Hood Night.

The party was nuts. So many people were there, but all Chloe could do was look for Beca while the others were partying. Lilly was in the pool. Cynthia Rose was watching some hot chick swim. Fat Amy was talking to Bumper. Emily was somewhere else. The rest were all on the dancefloor. Jesse tried to talk to Chloe, but at the moment Chloe couldn't stomach it. She wasn't in the mood. Usually, she'd be so drunk right now, she would be jumping into the pool. She sat at the bar, her head in her hands.

Yeah, people shipped her and Beca, but that didn't matter if they weren't together. She wished Aubrey was there with her to talk out her feelings, but Aubrey had a job at a retreat not far from Barden. As it turned out, Aubrey had a thing for barking orders. Chloe didn't know what she could do. She loved acapella, but how could her passion for acapella work as a career? She was scared of leaving. Her parents were wealthy and didn't think she was smart, so they didn't care she was still in college.

She grabbed a cupcake off the bar and ate it, feeling like drowning her sadness in food. It was the best decision she had made all night.

"Someone looks like they've had a rough night," Stacie appeared at Chloe's side looking rather drained. She plopped down on the bar stool. Chloe studied the taller girl's face. Stacie didn't look like Stacie at all.

"I could say the same for you. It's nothing. I'll be fine. It's not like I've taken up carrying around a cup that reminds me of the love of my life," Stacie saw Chloe's face drop, and she immediately felt as if guilt had punched her in the gut. "I'm sorry, I—"

Stacie felt Chloe's gentle hand graze her shoulder, "It's okay. Stace, I know," Chloe's eyes went to the cup of water in Stacie's hand, quite different from her usual drink of choice. Of course, Chloe knew. She was like a mom. She knew when the supply of tampons was higher than usual. She knew Stacie had been more than a little reckless lately, and she had a hunch as to why. Tatiana.

Chloe couldn't worry about her and Beca's situation right now. Stacie needed her. She wrapped her arm around the tall Bella, pulling her into a tight hug. Stacie was so much more than the school slut. She was going to be a naval engineer and she would be a good mom, one day. "You have to tell her, Stacie. Or one day, she'll be engaged to that girl and you'll be too late. I mean, I get it. Love makes people do stupid things. Look how messed up I am. Failing three years, I'm an emotional wreck, I still don't know what I'm going to do with my life, and it's all because of a girl. You used sex, I just gave up." Chloe went silent. She let go of the hug and didn't look Stacie in the eye. "You'll be a great mom, Stacie. I just don't want to see you end up in my situation because you didn't tell Cynthia Rose how you feel."

Stacie took a sip of her water, looking over at her broken captain. What a pair they were. Her period was two weeks late. She was so drunk, she didn't even know who the dude was. She looked over to where Cynthia Rose was dancing by the pool with the giant swimmer. "I think I'll head to bed. Thanks for the pep talk, Cap. I needed it."

Chloe hugged Stacie goodnight, and headed back to the bar. "Chlo, thank fuck, I'm so happy to see you!"

Chloe's face lit up when she saw those familiar dark blue eyes, and she brought her beautiful Beca into a big hug. "Beca, I was beginning to think you were dead! Where have you been?!"

"Long story."

"I've got time," Chloe shot her a megawatt grin and a wink.

Beca blushed, "These guys with t-shirts that said #BechloeIsReal ambushed me after work, took me to dinner." Beca didn't notice Chloe's wide-eyed panicky look and continued, "Anyway, that's not the weird part—they thought you and I were a couple, I mean can you believe it?" Beca frowned, "They also called Jesse an annoying popcorn, and talked about #100WaysToKillJesseSwanson. Fat Amy's little accident has caused some strange incidents."

Chloe let out a nervous laugh and gulped. This was getting out of hand.

It got worse when Chloe's phone rang. "Hello, Chloe Beale Aca-Captain of the Barden Bellas." The one voice she didn't want to hear answered her, "What the hell, Jesse? Crazy fans spray painted the words Team Bechloe on your bus? What do you mean the Trebles got suspended? I don't—"

Chloe ignored Jesse's frantic babbling and looked at Beca. She knew the brunette might never forgive her if she didn't go along with Jesse's crazy idea. She couldn't just let the Trebles die either…They were technically a part of Barden, even if they were egotistical dirtbags. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. That was what she was about to do. Though, it might be hard to have operation Bechloe meetings with the Trebles breathing down their backs.

"Fine," Chloe sighed at Jesse, "But we are so not becoming the Bebles. That's the dumbest name I've ever heard."

"Awe why not, Chlo Chlo?"

"Because it's a dumb name, and don't call me Chlo Chlo."

Beca rolled her eyes, "I told him not to call you that."

"I like the Bebles, pleaseeee Chlo Chlo,"

"Stop calling me Chlo Chlo, and I'll think about it.

"Four for you Chlo Chlo. You go Chlo Chlo."

"I'm hanging up on you now, and we're going to be the Trellas. Bye Jesse."

"But the B—"

Chloe hung up the phone as Beca began howling with laughter, holding up her phone for Chloe to look at. Jesse didn't make up the Chlo Chlo thing. A photo of Chloe wearing her ugly Christmas sweater was all over tumblr. "I have become a Mean Girls meme."

Beca was still laughing, gripping her ribs. She was laughing so hard her ribs hurt. And Chloe was growing redder by the second. If Beca found that, would she find Fifty Shades of Bechloe? Had Jesse found Fifty Shades of Bechloe?

This was not a joke anymore. Those people got in a fight with the Trebles and got them suspended. This was getting as bad as Team Edward vs. Team Jacob. Fan girls are not to be underestimated. Those girls are sometimes insane.