Long story short I spent most of my morning reading fanfics regarding this ship and now I feel like I have to contribute because it's absolutely perfect and I love it so much and asdfghjkl; I just can't even handle it.

I hadn't even noticed my attraction to Chloe. It was a very very gradual thing. It really sort of crept up on me, as if one day I had thought of her as the peppy redhead that harmonized with me in the shower, the next she was the one person that somehow snuck her way into my mind and wouldn't leave. Once I finally discovered the feelings and determined what they were, it took an even longer time to accept them and realize they really weren't going to just go away. Because Chloe was perfect. I adored everything about her - the red hair, the breathtakingly beautiful eyes, her voice, and her overall contagious happy demeanor.

Jesse was really just an inconvenience. And I know that sounds mean but it's true. He was constantly around and it seemed almost like whenever I was having an internal debate with myself on my feelings of Chloe he showed up. I remembered when he first showed me the ending of The Breakfast Club and tried to kiss me, I suddenly received a flashback from Chloe on initiation night when she grabbed both of my hands and pulled me close, claiming we would be "fast friends". Lets just say that was definitely enough to get me to pull away fast.

The night of the ICCA's was confusing to say the least. I was plagued with guilt from having yelled at Jesse and led him on, ignored him really, and that just gave me an overwhelming feeling that I needed to make it up to him. It was obvious that he liked me. He had made that very clear since day one. The uncertain thing was if I liked him or not. I still wasn't sure. After our performance which I had used my solo to apologize with, I was just so happy because we were so great, it was just overwhelming. So I ran to him. And I kissed him. And that was probably an enormous mistake in the long run.

Afterwards I went backstage with the Bellas, somehow managing to get away from Jesse. Chloe was distant then. Very very distant. She didn't even look my way, which hurt far more than anything else I had ever experienced in my life. That didn't help my already conflicting feelings either. She didn't speak to me. But she was absolutely ecstatic towards everyone else, exchanging hugs, congratulations, praise on their performance, etcetera. Yet she walked right by me. At one point she stood directly at my side and I just stared at her, my mouth agape but unable to form words. She was killing me and she didn't know it. Or did she?

I needed to talk to her. I just had to. Had she seen the kiss? No, that wouldn't explain her behavior. She didn't think of me that way, the feelings I felt for her weren't mutual. But that would mean she was upset with me for some other reason. Either way I needed to find out what I had done wrong.

Fat Amy invited us back to her friend's place, some rich frat boy who was away for some reason. We all went there, Aubrey taking the trophy with her. I had to say goodbye to Jesse and he made sure to fill it with kisses and hugs, ones which I wasn't as responsive to as the first one I initiated.

Fat Amy's friend's place was huge. She led us into a soundproof basement although I was pretty interested in the rest of the amazing mansion. The basement was redone and had a sound system which Amy blasted at basically top volume. There was also an abundance of alcohol and red plastic cups, the usual requirements for a celebration. Everyone started dancing and drinking and laughing, Aubrey not letting the trophy go once. It was fun. For a minute or two I might have even forgotten about the tension I felt whenever Chloe was nearby. What had I done?

It was only an hour or so into our celebratory party that I realized Chloe had left. She wasn't in our crowd on the dance floor or taking a break on the couches against some of the walls. I set down my drink which was basically full since I wasn't too interested in getting drunk and walked upstairs, thankfully not being noticed by anyone.

"Chlo?" I called out to the echoey expanse of the main floor of this house. It was ominously silent, an abrupt change from the booming music I had just been hearing. There was nothing. Had she gone home? I knew that Chloe liked to drink a bit more than she should and I started to get worried, "Chloe?"

I took a few steps further into the hall, listening intently. I waited and waited in silence for a minute or so, thinking more and more with every second that she must have left for some reason. Just when I was about to pull out my phone to text her I heard something.

Although it was faint I knew the sound of crying all too well. I became instantly concerned and walked forward, trying to make my footsteps as soft as possible. Was she crying? Had I made her cry? The thought of Chloe Baele crying because of me almost made my own eyes become glossy.

"Chloe...?" I called out again. As I walked down the hall the crying was getting louder and louder, easier to hear. It definitely sounded like her, I knew her voice well enough. Just the sound of it was painful. I couldn't begin to imagine the carefree go-lucky girl in tears. She should never be that upset.

The sound of sobbing got loudest outside what I thought might be a bathroom. I stopped in front of the door, pressing my ear softly against it. That was Chloe. And she was absolutely bawling. I bit my lower lip before reaching towards the door knob, wondering what I was getting myself into. I liked Chloe. I understood that now. And if I had to comfort her in tears, I wasn't sure what I might say to her. This was definitely risky but I wasn't going to leave her an emotional wreck.

I pushed the door open, "Chloe..." She was sitting on the edge of the sink with her face buried in her hands, "Oh my God... what's wrong?" I walked in and gently closed the door behind me.

The redhead looked up, startled, mascara running down her face in streams. She shot to her feet and backed away from me like I was on fire or something. That hurt. But I didn't let it show. The distance between us was much larger than it should have been. I should have been hugging her. Wiping the tears from her cheeks. But she seemed to be as far from me as she possibly could be. The tension was tangible.

"Chlo? Why are you crying?" I sounded so concerned. Because I was. It was just new. Having friends was a new concept so generally it was also new being this worried about someone. I got ready to add guilt into the mixture of emotions I felt if this was my fault. I prayed it wasn't but I had a foreboding feeling that this somehow was.

She stared at me for a few moments with her piercing blue eyes. God her eyes were so beautiful and captivating. If you were going to be attracted to a girl you might as well be attracted to someone as perfect as Chloe. That was the thing, she seemed so flawless that seeing her in tears was especially surprising. I never would have expected this to happen tonight or in a million years.

It was only when she shook her head back and forth and started quaking in more violent sobs that I walked forward. She didn't back away anymore, only because she physically couldn't, her back being pressed against the wall. I wrapped her into an embrace which she didn't respond to. Not a good sign but there was no way I could let her go. She was crying so hard it made me shake as well. What had I done?

"Chloe please, talk to me..."

"Don't-" The redhead suddenly muttered in a very bitter, dark tone. She shoved forward and literally pushed me away. I gasped. Wow. I really fucked something up.

"Look, whatever I did I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never, ever hurt you, I promise." I hoped that I wasn't sending mixed signals. I didn't want her to catch on to how I felt. Did I?

"N-No you didn't mean to..." Chloe kept her eyes trained on mine, the eye contact very intense. She was trying to convey something but I couldn't tell what it was. It was only when she glared at me that I felt my heart really shatter into pieces, "...but you did. Unintentionally."

"Chlo I'm so sorry. What is it that hurt you...?"

She opened her mouth to respond but instead broke down in more sobs. I took a step closer, wanting so badly to hug her but worried that she might shove me off again. I didn't want that. I would give her time.

I could only imagine one thing that might bother her, but it didn't make much sense. I didn't want to get my hopes up for something that was most likely not true. Sure I wish so much that it was real but it wasn't. It couldn't be. Never in a million years... right?

"Is this about Jesse?" My voice was timid and small. Because the answer could either be the most positive thing I had ever heard or an earth-shattering rejection. My eyes moved from her for the first time since I entered this bathroom and I felt my pale cheeks start to burn.

Chloe stopped crying. She held her hand over her mouth but her tear-skimmed eyes moved up to mine and she stared intensely. I heard her stuttering some things that didn't make sense and I was sure she was just going to start sobbing again, when instead she slowly nodded. At least she was blushing too.

She was upset because of Jesse. Because I kissed Jesse? Why would that drive her to tears? This was so confusing. I raised an eyebrow at her but now she wouldn't look at me. I wanted so badly to get closer and it was hard to restrain myself. I took a few steps closer before managing to stop. The distance between us wasn't that large anymore. But it was much bigger than I wanted it to be.

"Is it..." This conversation was going to remain shrouded in uncertainty unless I finally said something. And although it might make things immensely aca-awkward, it needed to be confirmed. Taking a deep breath, I muttered under my breath, "...because I kissed him?"

Her response was much faster than before, "Oh my God Beca why are you pretending to be so oblivious?!"

"Huh?" I asked, confused.

She scoffed, clearly finding my reaction ridiculous, "You've known that I'm head over heels for you, everyone knows! And then you go around kissing boys right in front of my face?! I mean I know that you're straight and I've known that you're straight, but confirmation is a bitch. It really hurts you know. I know you might not mean it but it would be great if you could stop doing that or at least try to tone back any PDA with Jesse when I can see it." It was kinda hard to understand her words through her tears.

My jaw hit the floor. I was so shocked. She really felt that way? She was the one that got drunk and hooked up with random guys in front of my face. But maybe she was doing that to try to cope. Because apparently she had liked me for a long time and I was too dense to notice it. She sobbed steadily into her hand and didn't look at me again after what she had said. I couldn't speak. I remembered how terrible I would feel when I saw her with a guy and it made me so guilty to know I had made her feel that way too. Since I couldn't talk I had to show her how I felt some other way. Fast.

Although I was incredibly nervous, all of this being new, I moved closer until the space between us was gone, my hands holding the sides of her arms. The sudden movement caused her to bring her hands from her face. She stared at me. I stared at her. It seemed like time had completely stopped and there's no way to dictate how long we just looked at one another. But she was still crying. I didn't want her to cry anymore.

I kissed her. Or rather, she kissed me. Or maybe we moved at the same time, I don't really know. But it was the definition of perfection. When we collided it was a confirmation that this whole conversation hadn't just been in my head. It was real. This was real. Chloe Baele was kissing me like she meant it and like she had wanted to for the longest time. Because she did. I felt her hands sliding around my waist as she turned us around, pressing me against the wall. She was getting more aggressive in her advance and honestly, if Fat Amy hadn't barged in I'm not sure how far Chloe would have taken it.

"Whoa." The Aussie blurted out, definitely drunk. The gorgeous redhead detached herself from me and looked over her shoulder at Amy, blushing intensely, "I should get Cythia Rose up in here, she's missin' out."

That's true. She was missing out. But Chloe was mine now. I made a silent decision in the back of my head that she was mine and I was never letting her go. Ever.