A/N: I'm planning on this being a multichapter Bechloe fic. It's my first one so hang in there!
"I mean it's bullshit, right?" Beca asked Emily, as they sat in the recording studio. "She's screwed me over like what, 4 times now? It's like she doesn't even care about our relationship anymore... right? I'm allowed to be pissed about this, aren't I?"
Emily just sat quietly, listening to Beca vent. This wasn't the first time. Ever since graduating from BU and getting a job at a private performing arts school, Chloe has had a lot less time to spend with Beca. And any time they do spend together is usually spent with Chloe's mind preoccupied with things concerning work. In the past months, Chloe has had to cancel plans with Beca on plenty occasions, a couple of those times even being their designated 'date night'.
"We created date night for a reason," Beca continued, "so this exact thing wouldn't happen. I've only ever cancelled date night once and I made it up to her by going all out on a surprise date. I hardly even see her and, yeah of course I'm so proud of her and happy for her, but I wish she would just put in some effort for us. Just us. It's like..." Beca looked up at Emily. "Are you even listening?"
Emily stopped writing in her journal and looked at Beca. "Yes, of course I'm listening to you. I'm just not going to get in the middle of it or take any sides. I love you both and I'm not letting you use me as ammo in one of your fights."
Beca rolled her eyes.
"Listen", Emily continued, "just see what happens tonight! Your date night is supposed to start in like two hours and, as far as I can tell, it's still on. Just because you haven't heard from her, doesn't mean she's canceling on you again."
Beca sat quietly for a moment. She hated the fact that she even cared so much in the first place. It made her feel clingy and annoying, two behaviors she usually despised from people. But Chloe just had that effect on her. She could make her be someone completely different, someone who's lost without their other half, someone better. Plus, she was allowed to care this much. It was them.
"Well, I'll just call her to see what's up", Beca announced after sitting quietly for a few minutes.
Emily gave a reassuring nod and got back to her journal. Beca took out her phone and called Chloe.
"Hey, babe! What's up?" Chloe answered her phone.
Beca couldn't help but smile at the sound of her voice. "Hey I was checking to make sure we're still on for tonight. I was thinking we-"
"Oh my gosh," Chloe cut her off, "I'm so sorry, Becs, I have so much work to do and I got so wrapped up in it and-"
Beca stopped listening, as she's heard the excuses plenty of times before. She could feel the anger rising inside of her, her cheeks instantly burning and her palms getting sweaty. "You know what, just save your excuses this time," Beca's voice began to rise. "I'm so sick of you forgetting about me and forgetting about us. I know you love your job but guess what? I love mine too but that's never stopped me from always putting you first. It would be nice for you to do the same every now and then for me. We haven't spent any one-on-one time in months, Chlo, and it's like you don't even care or maybe you just haven't even noticed but either way it's really shitty. If this were the other way around maybe you wouldn't be so mad at me, but you would definitely be hurt, Chloe! Do you realize that? It hurts when you fucking just forget about our plans and our date nights. A stupid thing that you came up with, by the way! And-"
"Beca, I'm sorry I was just-"
"No! I don't want to hear it. I'm done." And with that, Beca hung up on her.
"Beca, wait!" But she had already hung up.
Chloe put her phone down on their end table and sat on the couch rubbing her face in frustration. She looked around at her and Beca's apartment that she spent hours cleaning and then decorating with rose pedals, placing candles everywhere, and getting all of Beca's favorite things together.
"So much for a surprise." Chloe thought to herself.
She started mentally yelling at herself. No shit, this was a dumb idea! After repeatedly canceling on her girlfriend, why did she think pretending to cancel again was a good idea? She could've just let Beca come home and surprised her in a normal person way but instead she wanted to make a big production out of it. Well, that sure as hell backfired. Upsetting Beca was the last she wanted to do. She knew she had been disappointing her a lot lately, even though Beca tried to mask it. This was her chance to make it up to her and she blew it. She knew Beca wouldn't be coming home anytime soon now that she was mad at her, so she tried calling her again.
Beca turned her phone off. She couldn't believe her girlfriend would do this to her again. She didn't know if she was more hurt or angry at this point. Wait, yes she did. Angry, definitely more angry. Or that's what she told herself, at least.
Emily had put her journal away and was giving her full attention to Beca now. "No, you definitely have every right to be upset. I know I said I didn't want to pick sides but I'm with you on this one. I'm sorry, Beca." She knew doing anything but agreeing with Beca would only make things worse.
Beca let out a frustrated groan, not knowing what to do. She didn't want to go home and just sit there alone, waiting for Chloe to get home from work so they could fight more. She knew hanging up on her was a dick move, but she figured canceling was a dick move too, so oh well. She could stay here, but she knew Emily had plans and if Beca stayed, Emily would cancel her plans to stay with her. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh before looking at Emily.
"It's just unfair. Why do I feel guilty? I'm not the bad guy here. I'm not the one who's constantly hurting the girl I love. I get that sometimes she can't help how much work she has but she just gets so devoted to the things she takes on that it consumes her entire life..." Beca sighed again and continued quietly, "which is one of the reasons I love her."
Emily gave her a small smile as Beca let out another frustrated groan.
"Maybe you should try talking with her when she gets home from work. It probably won't be very pretty but there are things you clearly need to say to her. And I'm sure she has some stuff she wants to say to you, things you might not want to hear. But it seems like everything needs to be put out there and said before you guys can actually work it out."
Beca stared at Emily for a second. "It's annoying how good you are with your words. Can you go fight with her in my place?" she said jokingly, but also seriously, before taking a deep breath. "But you're right, kid."
Beca stood, gathered her things, hugged Emily goodbye, and headed home.
After Beca's phone went straight to voicemail, Chloe's guilt turned into panic. She didn't want her stupidity ruining Beca's night, or worse their entire relationship. Beca said she was done. Did that mean done with the conversation or done with Chloe, altogether? She started calling their friends to see if they had heard from Beca as she grabbed her car keys and headed out the door in search of her to work things out.
After driving around and going to some of Beca's favorite places to unwind, there was no sign of her. She had been looking for about 15 minutes when her phone rang and she saw that Emily was calling her back.
"Hey, Chloe, sorry I missed your call! I was writing and had my phone was on silent. Is everything okay?"
"Maybe, I don't know yet. Are you with Beca?"
"Oh, no she left like 15 minutes ago to head home. She was pretty mad though so be prepared when you get home."
Chloe pulled off to the side of the road when she heard Emily say that Beca had gone home. "I know, Em. I wasn't actually canceling on her this time, I just wanted her to think I was so I could surprise her when she got home. I had this whole romantic night planned and I ruined it. In fact, I probably ruined everything. I'm out looking for her now, but I'll head home too."
"Ohhhh. Yeah you probably should've taken a different approach with the whole surprise thing... But she probably won't be mad anymore, right? That's a good thing!" Emily always tried to put an optimistic spin on things.
"Yeah, well I realize that now!" Chloe sighed. "We'll see if she's still mad, though. Thanks, Em." Chloe hung up the phone a little relieved knowing Beca was probably home by now, but now she was stressed for other reasons. Even though she didn't actually cancel on her, Beca was still right about everything she said and Chloe knew there was probably still some fighting waiting for her at home. With that occupying her thoughts, Chloe made a U-turn out onto the road to head home. But just as she was halfway out into the road, a truck seemed to appear out of nowhere, crashing directly into her car.
Beca turned the key in their apartment door, her mind preoccupied with all the things she wanted to say to Chloe. It wasn't until she had stepped inside, closed the door, and turned around that she saw what her girlfriend had done for her. Their apartment looked beautiful. It was actually cleaned up, for starters, but there were bright red rose pedals spread everywhere. Candles were placed everywhere, ready to be lit. Beca couldn't help but notice the Easy Mac box on the kitchen counter next to her favorite candy and a bottle of wine. A small smile crept on her face.
"Chloe?" She called out, but didn't hear a response. She went in their room in search of her. "Babe?" She paused, "Chlo, are you home?" With no sign of her, Beca figured she left to go get something else for their night. She tried calling her cellphone, but there was no answer. That was odd, but then again the last time they spoke, Beca was yelling at her, so she didn't blame her for not answering. Especially since she was secretly going to so much trouble just for her.
After about another 25 minutes, Beca's phone rang and she saw it was Chloe calling.
She answered. "Babe! Where are you? I'm home and-"
"Hello, is this Beca Mitchell?" An unfamiliar man's voice asked.
"Um.. Yes. Who is this?" Beca asked, confused.
"You're listed as Ms. Beale's emergency contact. My name is Officer Fulton. I'm afraid there's been an accident. We need you to come to the hospital."
Beca felt pure panic rip through her. Her face went pale, her stomach knotted, and she broke into a nervous sweat. In an instant, she had her keys in her hand and was out the door.
A/N: I hope you guys are interested! Please review!