Beca's POV

I look in her eyes, terrified of what's coming next. Our relationship will never be the same as it is in this instant. Her hands are soft and delicate in my own and I love the way they feel. I kissed her hand when she sat down, I couldn't help myself. She looked so beautiful. The DJ called me up to the stage. I was expecting this, he said I would be next. The bar really is dead tonight. I search in her eyes for a clue. I see a spark, and kiss her hand again, hoping that it's not the last time I'll be able to do that. I get up on stage, and pour my heart into the words.

As I'm singing I steal glances at the redhead I want to call mine. She is unreadable. For a woman whose emotions are usually worn on her sleeve, she isn't giving anything away. She isn't leaving, but she isn't smiling either. As the song ends, my legs threaten to go out on me. I'm going to have to get off this stage and face the firing squad. But, after seeing the fight, I didn't know what else I could do. I had to take a chance that Chloe wouldn't be too heartbroken to hear my message. Now that it's over, and I'm about to face her, I'm relieved that I finally said the words, out loud, to the woman I love. I can't feel my feet as I head in her direction. She's sitting there, just staring at me. Before I can sit down, she stands up and grabs my hand leading me away from the table.

At first, I panic. What is she doing? My stomach is tied in knots. I'm terrified. She's taking me to the bar? I try to get away, but her hand is a vice grip in mine and starts leading me in the other direction. I realize that the only thing on this side of the restaurant is the bathroom. Everything is moving so quickly! I feel a little lightheaded as we walk through the door and Chloe grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me up against the wall, letting the door close behind us. She leans her whole body up against me, our faces inches from each other.

In a barely audible whisper, she says to me "What was that?"

I swallow, trying to get the lump out of my throat, so I can answer. It doesn't go away, leaving me the one option of just shaking my head. Her mouth tips up at the corners, displaying the smallest hint of a smile.

"Well, if you're not going to say anything, I'm going to have to wait for some kind of answer. I can stay like this all night." She says as her face gets that look that I've seen only once before: that day she accosted me in my shower and made me sing with her. This look is the one that she displayed that day when she thought I wouldn't sing Bulletproof.

I search her eyes looking for some kind of apprehension at being this close to me. I don't see anything, so I raise my hand to cup her face. She leans her face into my hand and closes her eyes. I tilt my head, moving to close the gap between our lips and plant a soft kiss, reveling in the foreign contact. As our lips touch, she lets out a sigh and I can feel her body relaxing against mine. She wraps her arms around the small of my back and pulls me closer. I grab her hips, loving the feel of her. I can't believe this is finally happening. I have waited so long for this! I can feel my heart mending itself back together to feel whole again, after all of my recent heartbreaks. In this moment, my life is perfect, and I have everything I've ever wanted. Eventually, we break contact and I move my head to the side and rest my forehead on her shoulder, nervous about looking her in the eye.

"Hey" I hear her whisper. I bring my head up, still not letting her go. Chloe is looking at me, her hands still on my back, practically glowing. I grin stupidly at her.

"Now, why was that so hard?" She asks me. My face drops, I'm dumbfounded.

"What?"

"Beca, do you have any idea how I feel about you?" I can't help but laugh a little.

"How you feel about me?! What about how I feel about you? I've been pining over you for years!" I say to her, looking for her reaction. I've shocked her!

"Come back out there with me. I want to sing a song for you."

"What? What about Stacie?" I ask.

"Oh," She hesitates "I'll have to explain that later. But in a nutshell, she'll be alright." I don't know what to say to this, so my Chloe drags me, again, by my hand, in a random direction. We leave the bathroom and head towards the DJ. She gives him a piece of paper and whispers in his ear. Jealousy prickles at my temple, and when Chloe turns around, she sees my frown. She chuckles a bit to herself, and gives me a peck on the lips, turning my frown upside down. She sits me back in my chair, and I revel at how much has changed in the last couple of hours.

The DJ calls her onto the stage and soft music starts to play. I watch Chloe sway with the music, always keeping her eyes on mine. She starts to sing.

"I call you up whenever things go wrong.
You're always there. You are my shoulder to cry on.
I can't believe it took me quite so long.
To take the forbidden step.
Is this something that I might regret?

Nothing ventured nothing gained.
A lonely heart that can't be tamed.
I'm hoping that you feel the same.
This is something that I can't forget.

I thought that we would just be friends.
Things will never be the same again.
It's just the beginning it's not the end.
Things will never be the same again."

I know this song. It's a song by Mel C from the Spice Girls. It's called Never Be The Same Again. I have been put into a trance by the words coming out of Chloe's mouth. It so perfectly describes how I'm feeling. For once, Chloe and I are on the same page, and I can't believe my luck. As the song ends, Chloe comes back to the table and sits down, putting her hands on the table, palms up, motioning for mine to join hers. I take her soft hands in mine, and absentmindedly stroke her palm with my thumb while looking in her eyes, still not believing that this whole thing is true. I could sit there all night, but the fact that Stacie is mere feet from us keeps popping up in my head, making me fidget. Chloe notices, and suggests that we head out. I gladly agree.

I wake up the next morning in my bed, thinking the whole thing is a dream. But, before I open my eyes, Chloe turns over, slinging her arm around my waist, pulling me towards her in her sleep. I smile the biggest smile, and turn on my side, facing her, caressing her hair with my fingers, marveling at her beauty. Slowly she opens her eyes and grins at me.

"Good morning." she says to me softly

"Morning" I answer, softly kissing her. "I still can't believe I can do that" I say to her.

"You know, we can do other things right?" She smiles a mischievous grin. I feel my face flush at her words. We came home last night, and laid on my bed, not wanting to separate, but not ready for the next step yet. We talked for hours until passing out. We hashed out the thing with Stacie because I was still worried about that, and talked about everything else under the sun. It felt so good to have her in my bed, and be able to touch her as much as I wanted, that we exhausted ourselves on just being near each other, finally falling asleep, wrapped in each others arms

I realize I'm lost in my thoughts again, and look at Chloe shyly. She just looks back at me, smiles brightly and kisses me. The kiss begins to heat up, and her hands are running over my body. One hand pulls me toward her at the small of my back and the other cups my behind, squeezing it, making me moan. I start to explore her body with my hands. My face flushes again and I have to stop for a second.

"Chloe, I'm so happy. I don't even know what to do." I say to her apologetically.

She smiles at my words, and says to me "We can go at whatever speed you are comfortable with Beca. I just want to show you how much I love you. I'm sorry for my enthusiasm."

I look up at her in disbelief at the mention of love and her apology. She looks into my eyes, knowing full well what she just said.

"Don't ever be sorry. Please. I'm so in love with you Chloe Beale. I couldn't be happier in this moment if I tried."

A huge grin spreads across her face, "let me prove you wrong then" she says with the smile still on her face. This time when we start to explore each other, we don't stop. I roll her onto her back, and lay on top of her. I kiss her lips, loving their softness. She puts her hand behind my head, grasping my hair and pulling me even closer into her, not wanting to leave any space between us. I move my hands down slowly, going under her pajamas, reveling in every new bit of skin I run my fingers over. I've seen her in various stages of undress before, and dreamed of what she might feel like, but am amazed at how different, and how much better it is than I ever imagined.

We spend the entire day in bed, only leaving the room to use the facilities and to go get food to keep our energy up. She was right, she did make me happier than I thought possible. There is nothing better than being with the love of your life, knowing that they want you as much as you want them.

Author's note: That is it everybody. Thank you so much for reading my story! Hope you enjoyed this last installment. :)