How Chloe Met Beca's Mother
A/N: Hey guys! So um this is a new story which is only gonna have 8 chapters I think. This is like the prologue I guess hahaha this chapter's pretty short but the rest will me much longer! Anyway, I hope you like it. Review and tell me if you like the idea or if I should drop it :) Also it's a lazy title I know if you have any other suggestions please please please tell me because I am really bad at thinking of these things :/
"Hello?"
"Hey Mom-"
"Beca? Is that really you? My daughter who I looked after and mothered for 18 years then let her go off to college and leave me behind forever and then let her pursue her dreams in LA as a big shot music producer who I haven't seen since?"
"I saw you like a month ago, Mom!" Beca laughed. She loved her mom, she was an absolute joker but she knew when to be serious and Beca appreciated that more than anything.
"Well why are you calling me, you brat? I thought you were living the glam life in LA, producing Grammys and such,"
"GRAMMYS?! That's not exactly on the agenda…yet," Beca smirked. "And hey, can't I just call mother to tell her how much I love her?"
"Yeah, right! You never call, only text. What do you want?"
"Um, w-well…" Bec stuttered. She was starting to feel a little nervous now. What if her mom didn't approve? What if she hated the idea? What if-
"Spit it out, child, I don't have all day!"
"I'm seeing someone." She blurted out, thinking it was best to just get it over and done with. It wasn't really the seeing someone part she was afraid off. Beca cringed and pulled the phone away from her as her mother let out a high pitched squeal of excitement, and she chuckled as she listened to the woman bubble over.
"Really!? God, finally, Beca! It only too you twenty three and a half years! Well, tell me about this someone! Who is he? What's he like?"
Beca was quiet for a moment, her heart racing in her chest. But she rolled her eyes at herself; she was being ridiculous. Her mother was one of the most accepting people she knew. In fact, the brunette couldn't believe that she hadn't told her already.
"Uh, well, she is a girl. I'm seeing a girl." She confirmed.
To her surprise, her mother laughed. "Thank the heavens, she finally figured it out!"
"What?" Beca asked, completely and utterly confused at her mother's response. "You knew I was seeing a girl?"
"No, Beca! I didn't know you were seeing a girl. More than that. I knew you were gay. I've known for centuries, dating all the way back to the 1700's. I can remember, back in the old days-"
"Mom." Beca rolled her eyes. For once, she just needed to know the raw truth.
"Okay, I'm sorry. But I've known since you were thirteen, Beca. When you came home from Johnny's party and told me you had to kiss a boy and it was the worst experience you've ever had? And that you're never doing it again? Ring a bell?"
"Well yeah, but-"
"And the boy you kissed was only the hottest guy in the year. I knew that any other thirteen year old girl would have fainted at the thought of being able to kiss that guy. Since then I've had my speculations, and you weren't exactly subtle about your sexuality. All you used to wear was the stereotypical gay vibe clothes thing – plaid, skinny jeans, plaid - and you've done that since you were fourteen. You SCREAM gay. Not to mention every time I mentioned why you didn't have a boyfriend you would scrunch your nose up in some form of disgust without even realising. And don't even get me started on the time I found you staring helplessly at some actress. And then all your best friends were guys and whenever we went out anywhere you would stare at the girls and think I didn't notice, or tell me that in the movie the girl should have left the guy and gone for the side chick instead. And-"
"Okay, I get it, I'm gayer than Ellen, alright?" Beca laughed as she listened to her mom tick off countless times she'd noticed the gayness in her daughter.
"You're not just gayer than Ellen, honey, you're the gayest."
"Shut up!" Beca said, albeit with a giggle. "I'm not gonna lie, I was kind of scared of telling you,"
"Why? I've dropped so many hints that I love the LGBTQ community. I went to pride!"
"I don't know, I guess it was kind of stupid worrying about it,"
"Sweetie, I'm your mom. I don't know about other mothers, but I accept my kid no matter what. I let you get that tattoo when you were fifteen, didn't I? I knew you knew it was for life, so I thought if you want it, go ahead! You wanna be an astronaut? Go ahead, send me a picture of Jupiter. You wanna be transgender? Go for it, I'll sign all the papers and pay for the-"
"Mom, I'm not gonna become transgender. But thank you, or whatever," Beca said, trying to brush off her gratitude, but she knew her mom could hear the sincerity behind her light words.
"You don't need to thank me, it's my job to love you. Speaking of which, maybe I should be getting paid…"
"I'll pay you a dollar every twenty five years," Beca said confidently, and she was kind of glad this conversation was happening over the phone because her mom would have definitely whacked her shoulder for that comment.
"A dollar every fifty years? You stingy little brat," Her mom laughed.
"Hey, how'd you figure out my middle name?" Beca said, sounding shocked.
"Lucky guess. Anyway, enough talk about how you're a stingy little plaid wearing gay brat and let's start talking about this girl! What's her name? Where did you meet her? How old is she? What's she like? What does she look like?"
"Her name is Chloe. I-"
"Chloe? As in Chloe from Barden that you didn't stop going on about ever?"
"Yeah, and I didn't talk that much about her, or anyone!"
"Beca, I can list ten random facts off of the top of my head right now about Chloe."
"Go on then." Her daughter challenged her.
Her mother cleared her throat. "Get ready,"
"Oh, I'm more than ready."
"Number one. Her favourite food is peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Number two. She accidentally watched an eighteen horror movie when she was ten and to this very day she has to make sure there' s no one hiding anywhere in her house before she goes to sleep. Number three. She puts cinnamon on everything, and you almost died when you choked you the cinnamon that was sprinkled onto your salad, which I found surprising because who knew Beca Mitchell could stomach something green? Number four. She has a poster of the 1975 band on her bedroom wall. Number five. She was once told her breath stank of egg in high school and she cried because she was a vegan back then and hadn't had egg in three years. Number-"
"Ugh, fine, you win. So I talked about her a lot, but deal. Anyway, back to the questions. So obviously I met her at Barden. She's twenty seven, three years older than me."
"I can count, Beca."
"Yeah, yeah. Well you're lucky you're hearing anything about my girlfriend at all-"
"Girlfriend? Ooh, so this is serious, is it?"
Beca blushed, annoyed at herself for letting slip that Chloe was her girlfriend. "W-Well, yeah. Now shut up. Um, what's she like...she is the sweetest, most loving and caring person I've ever met. And she's adorable, a big ass dork-"
"Well that's good, because so are you," her mom laughed, but really she was just happy that he daughter had found someone who made her so happy.
"Shut up. And-"
"Do you love her?" Her mom interrupted seriously.
Beca was taken aback by the question, but she wasn't about to lie to her mother about anything. "I can't put into words how much I love her,"
"Good. As long as you love her, I love her."
Beca smiled at this. "And the last question…I'm not telling you what she looks like because you'll find out on Saturday,"
"What's happening on Saturday?"
"I'm coming over to Atlanta and spending the weekend…or week if it all goes well, and I'm bringing Chloe,"
Her mother squealed excitedly. "Well this sure has been a winning day for me! I finally got my daughter to admit she's gay, I heard all about her new girlfriend and now I'm seeing her in three days!"
"Yeah, I'm just such a joy-giver. Is that even a term? Joy-giver? Does that make sense?"
"You mean you're the gift that keeps on giving." Her mom supplied.
"Yeah, that's what I meant. Anyways, we're coming on Saturday,"
"Is she nervous to meet her girlfriend's parent?"
Beca laughed. "Not at all, not like you would think. She's so excited, I mean she gets excited by everything, but she's really, really excited for this. She's the one that practically begged me to take her anyway. It's our anniversary and I asked her what she wanted to do for it as it's completely up to her and she told me she wanted to meet you because she wanted to thank you for having me or something."
"Haha! I like this girl already,"
Before Beca could respond, she heard a shout from the living room. "Becs?"
"One sec," She told her mom quickly. "Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"Talking to my mom, why?"
"Ooh, are you asking her about Saturday?"
Beca rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "Yes, Chlo, I am."
Her mom chuckled as she heard Chloe squeal in excitement. "Yay! What did she say?"
"She said she hates you already,"
"What? Really?" Chloe's voice faltered, and Beca could hear the smile being lost from her face.
"No, baby, sorry, that was a bad joke. She actually said she loves you already and she can't wait for Saturday. Why were you asking?"
"Because I'm gonna start watching game of thrones without you!"
Her mom laughed as she heard Beca audibly gasp. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Watch me!"
"You bitch! I swear if you start it without me I won't forgive you for a long time."
"Fine, I'm waiting."
Beca smirked in triumph. "Okay, I'm back."
"Good. Right, since Chloe's waiting for you, I'll let you go. I'm looking forward to Saturday,"
"Me too! I love you."
"I love you too, Beca."
Beca hung up and put her phone down with a smile. She couldn't remember why she had been dreading this conversation in the first place. Her mother was more than okay with this, and it both surprised her and amused her that her mother knew she was gay for the last ten years. It also warmed her heart that she didn't say anything or push her into admitting anything, knowing Beca would come out to her when she was ready. Her mom was an absolute rarity. And Beca could hardly believe her mother paid that much close attention to her and her actions.
The woman knew Beca more than Beca knew Beca.