A/N: This was inspired by a post and a gifset by Tumblr user brittany-snodes and the music video for "Crazy Youngsters." This is totally unedited because I wanted to post it before I see PP2 tomorrow and I'm about to fall asleep, so sorry if there are mistakes or formatting errors. I might make this a two-shot based on response and my general laziness.

Chloe finds it by accident.

They're running dangerously low on food in their shared apartment, and Aubrey asks her to swing by the Trader Joe's that's just a couple doors up from where Chloe does yoga on Tuesday afternoons.

For the record, she was totally about to walk into the store when something else caught her eye. She hurries across the street—nearly getting run over by a car making a left turn in the process—and stops in front of the glass door, reading the decal on which "Hooked on Sonics: Music for the Independent Mind" is written in graffiti-esque script.

She's already in love with it before she opens the door.

A little bell over the door tinkles as Chloe pulls it open. The air conditioning blasts her (still slightly sweaty) face as she takes in the stacks of records and CDs. To her left is a flight of stairs; a sign on the wall reveals a used record cellar. Plastered across every open surface are old-school band posters. A few patrons mill about, flipping through CDs as they bob their heads to the faint strains of Billy Joel that drift through the ceiling-mounted speakers.

Basically, it's the coolest motherfucking place Chloe's ever seen.

For the record, she meant to go to Trader Joe's. She totes did.

("We can't eat your intentions, Chloe," Aubrey huffs as she digs through the kitchen junk drawer for a take-out menu.)

For the record, Chloe's also sorry, but any opportunity for Thai food is never a bad thing in her book.

She goes back two days later. (The seven CDs she bought on Tuesday are looking awfully lonely.)

A very chiseled blond man in a Ramones t-shirt and a nametag that says "Luke" nods at Chloe from the back of the store when she enters. The sleeves of his shirt are stretched around sizably large biceps, and Chloe's not close enough to confirm, but she'd be willing to bet he smells like Axe.

She makes her way to the R&B section, near the back, intending to buy Aubrey a new Celine Dion album as an apology.

(She's right, by the way. The entire section smells like Abercrombie & Fitch.)

"Aren't you going to greet the customer, DJ Becky?" Luke calls out in a—very hot, Chloe must admit—British accent.

A girl with tangled brown wrapped in a faded purple flannel looks up and narrows her darkly lined eyes. Her multitude of ear piercings glint in the fluorescent lighting. She pulls her lips into what Chloe assumes is meant to be a forced smile but in reality is more of a grimace. "Welcome to Hooked on Sonics. Can I help you find anything?" the girl says with all of the enthusiasm of that cute little grumpy cat she keeps seeing on Facebook. Actually, she quite resembles that cat.

Chloe thinks absently that they'd both probably bite her if she attempted to pet them as she ogles the—really rather excessive amount of—cleavage revealed by the girl's low-cut top and the way she leans over the stacks.

It takes a few moments of the girl looking expectantly at her with raised eyebrows for Chloe to realize she's staring.

"Oh. Um. Yes," she stutters. "Celine Dion. I mean—I'm looking for gift for my friend."

"Okay," the girl—Beca; Chloe tears her eyes away from (THE ACTUALLY VERY RUDE AMOUNT OF) Beca's exposed skin to read her name tag—says, looking at her with a look that clearly says did you forget to take your meds this morning? "They're right over here." She turns, tipping her head in a come-with-me gesture.

Chloe follows her a couple of racks over, where Beca taps on a stack with a fingernail covered in chipped black polish.

"Thank you," Chloe says. Beca gives her a half smile in response and turns to leave. "Wait!" Chloe calls, and Beca turns back to her. Chloe wracks her brain for an excuse to continue conversing. "Are you really a DJ?"

"That's… debatable," Beca says, shifting on her feet. "Luke lets me do a show twice a week on WBUJ."

"I think that counts," Chloe says with an encouraging smile. "When is your show?"

"Wednesdays and Fridays at eight," Beca replies, absently twirling the ends of her hair. It's a gesture Chloe can't help but find endearing.

"Well, I'll be listening," Chloe informs her, smiling. Beca returns her smile; albeit looking a bit hesitant, it seems genuine.

I am so fucked, Chloe thinks as butterflies erupt in her stomach.

A call of "Becky!" from a closet in the back of the store bursts the girls' bubble. Beca jumps a little.

"I have to go," she says apologetically.

"Okay," Chloe says. "Um. Bye." She watches Beca retreat into the back, her boots clunking heavily on the floor.

Yeah, she's fucked.

The next evening, Chloe sits cross-legged on her bed with her little shower radio tuned to 95.7. When the clock ticks to 8:00, the commercials give way to a musical segue.

"Welcome back to 95.7 WBUJ with Beca Mitchell," says a disembodied voice, tinny from the cheap radio's speaker. "I've got a new mix for you guys, so don't go anywhere."

Chloe waits with baited breath as the first strains of "Titanium" play—which makes her squeal like an idiot, because that's her jam. But then "Bulletproof" jumps in, followed by "500 Miles," and Chloe legitimately nearly falls off of her bed.

The surly girl from the record store is a genius.

The next morning, she finds herself humming the catchy tune. Chloe belts it out in the shower, trying to sing all three parts from each respective song. She probably sounds ridiculous, and Aubrey gives her a concerned look when she comes out wrapped in her towel, but she doesn't care.

She's barely patient enough to wait until the store opens before she bursts through the door, pausing only to return Luke's greeting politely before she makes a beeline for Beca, who is haphazardly stacking CDs while bobbing her head to some tune that must be playing in her head.

"Beca!" Chloe all but shouts, garnering a couple of looks from the other patrons. In her excitement, she grabs Beca's arm, the smaller girl looking at her with mild alarm.

"What? What happened?" she asks, looking at Chloe with wide eyes. (And yeah, she's really going to need to get used to adoring fans jumping all over her because Chloe's sure that's her future, and right now Beca looks ready to smack her.)

"Your mixes," Chloe gushes, "are amazing!"

"Oh," Beca says. "I thought my car was on fire or something."

(Definitely needs to work on that.)

"No, silly." Chloe laughs. "I listened to your show last night. You're so talented, Beca," she says earnestly.

"You listened to the show?" Chloe finds the way the tips of Beca's ears turn a bit red and she smiles sheepishly adorable.

"Of course I did! I loved that 'Titanium' mash-up. It's been stuck in my head since last night."

"Thanks," Beca says, looking at Chloe a little strangely. "Um, I really do appreciate that, but…"

Chloe knits her brows together in concern. "What?"

"Do you think I could have my arm back now?"

"Oh!" Chloe says (a bit too loudly—God, Beale, get it together), releasing her grasp. "Of course."

"So…" Beca drawls after an awkward pause. "Is that all you came for, or do you need more Celine?"

Chloe laughs, grateful for the reprieve. "I think if I buy any more CDs Aubrey—my roommate—will kill me."

"She sounds like fun."

"Shut up," Chloe giggles. "She's not that bad."

"Hey, Becky," Luke says, walking past the pair with an armful of records, "when you're done flirting with the customers I really need someone to sort these." He gives Chloe a smile that can only be described as douchey. (And yes, she knows that isn't really a word, and no, if you asked her to describe what qualifies as a "douchey" smile she wouldn't be able to—but it totes was.)

Beca flushes from her chest up to her cheeks and takes the stack, shooting Luke a death glare. Chloe covers her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. "You should probably get back to work," she offers, giving a final wave before turning to go.

She may or may not have heard Beca mutter, "I'm going to murder that man and they won't even find the body," on her way out.

Probably not.

On Wednesday night, Chloe gathers her radio and lies on her bed, closing her eyes and letting Beca's music wash over her, zoning out.

Until the door bangs open.

"Chloe, have you seen my—"

"Shh!" Chloe shushes, so loudly bits of spit fly out of her mouth.

Frowning, Aubrey steps into the room. "What are you—?"

"Shhhh!

"Fine," Aubrey mutters to herself, exiting the room and closing the door behind her.

"Remind me again why you're dragging me to a record store when our shelves are already overflowing with CDs?"

"Because," Chloe says, "I like it."

Aubrey rolls her eyes. "Is this where you keep sneaking off to?"

"Perhaps." Chloe jabs the button for the walk signal with her index finger.

"The staff must be pretty cute if this is where you're spending all your time," Aubrey jokes, eyes widening when Chloe averts her graze and coughs awkwardly. "Oh my God, Chloe, really?"

Chloe just shrugs and smiles sheepishly in response.
"What's his name?" Aubrey asks as they step off of the curb and into the crosswalk. "Is he cute?"

"Okay, so…" Chloe says, fiddling with the brim of her hat. "It's actually a she." She glances at Aubrey to gauge her reaction, but her friend just smiles. "Her name is Beca and she's a DJ at WBUJ."

"Oh, is that what you were listening to you when you told me to shut up?"

Chloe nods. "She makes these mixes that are incredible." And—okay, yep—now she's grinning like an idiot as she yanks open the door to Hooked on Sonics.

"Oh, this is cute," Aubrey says, glancing around as the two weave in and out of the stacks.

Beca is shelving records a few feet away, and Chloe gives her a half-wave. Beca smiles—like, an actual, real smile, not the I'm-obligated-to-look-pleasant-because-you're-a-customer smile (progress!).

"Is that her?" Aubrey whispers, leaning in. "The one that looks like a baby raccoon?"

"Please don't let her hear you say that," Chloe hisses. "And yes, that's Beca."

Aubrey glances over her shoulder. "She's totally into you."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I totally just caught her checking out your ass," Aubrey says smugly. Chloe turns around; Beca is still shelving records, not looking at either of them, although her ears are a bit red.

"Stop it," Chloe whispers. "You're going to scare her awa—"

"Hey," a voice says behind her.

Chloe jumps and spins around. "Hi! Hey."

"Hi," Beca repeats, holding a couple of record to her chest.

After a moment, Aubrey nudges Chloe with her elbow. "Oh. Um. Beca, this is my roommate-slash-best-friend, Aubrey."

"The one who won't let you buy any more CDs."

"Yes, that one," Chloe agrees.

"You're really hurting our business," Beca deadpans, turning to Aubrey. "She's our best customer."

"Yeah, I'll bet she is," Aubrey says, smirking.

Beca's eyes widen slightly, and she looks away, cheeks reddening. "I, um… I have to finish putting these away," she mumbles, looking down at the records in her arms. "Ah, good to see you. And nice to meet you." Then she scurries away.

Chloe waits a full three seconds until Beca is out of sight to turn and smack Aubrey on the arm. Hard. (Who, by the way, is still laughing.) "What the fuck, Bree?"

"I'm sorry," Aubrey apologizes as she tries to stop giggling. "But I really couldn't pass that up."

"I really think you could have."

"I mean, did you see her face?" Aubrey asks, her laughter finally dying down.

"Yes, I did," Chloe huffs. "I think you traumatized her."

"I'm sorry," Aubrey asks. "But she's definitelyinto you."

"Really?" Chloe peers around the shelf. She spots Beca across the store looking at her, before she quickly looks away and busies herself with some CDs.

"Really," Aubrey says, putting her hand on Chloe's arm.

Aubrey joins Chloe on Friday to listen to Beca's show (but only after she swore to be quiet through the whole thing).

She doesn't say anything until the hour ends, breathing out a "Wow" with wide eyes.

"I know," Chloe agrees. "I know."

"So when are you going to ask her out?"

"If you ask me that one more time, Bree, I swear to God, I will go there and tell her you want to take her out."

"You can do this," Chloe whispers to herself, taking a deep breath before entering the store, greeted by the now-familiar tinkling of the bell. She scans the store for Beca, spotting her straining to reach a CD on a high shelf. Her t-shirt rides up, exposing a strip of pale skin, and Chloe can't help but stare.

Triumphantly snagging the CD, Beca lowers her heels back to the floor and turns around. She sees Chloe by the door, staring at her, and jumps a little before hesitantly waving. Chloe picks her way though the shelves and stacks, coming to a stop before the other girl.

"Hey," Chloe says, watching as Beca adjusts her shirt and tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"Hi," Beca returns. "No Aubrey today?"

"No, you don't have to worry about that." Beca looks a little bit relieved and Chloe laughs.

"So what can I do for you today?" Beca asks with an easy smile, and a wave of nervousness hits Chloe.

"Dinner," she blurts, then reddens. Get your shit together. "I mean—would you like to get dinner? With me? Sometime?"

"Okay."

"I mean, if you don't want to that's totally fine—" Chloe abruptly stops her rambling. "Wait, what?"

"I said 'okay,'" Beca repeats, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Really?" Chloe confirms, a bit disbelievingly.

"Really."

"Awesome," Chloe says breathlessly, laughing a little. (She had spent the entire afternoon preparing herself for rejection.)

Beca shifts on her feet. "I get off at seven. Want to swing by then?"

"Yes, that's perfect." Chloe knows she's grinning idiotically, but she doesn't care. "I'll see you then." She turns to leave before she can do something stupid, like suddenly kissing Beca in the middle of the store.

"Wait!" Beca calls, and Chloe stops, looking at her questioningly. "I, um… I never caught your name."

"Oh," Chloe says. (How could she have missed that?) "I'm Chloe."

"Chloe," Beca repeats, smiling. "I'll see you at seven, Chloe."