The Barden Bellas weren't sure whether they should be scared or excited when they entered the house of the man who had sent them the invitation. They quickly figured that disturbed was the best answer since he didn't seem to be completely stable. Their emotions changed once they began to walk down the stairs into the giant basement that almost looked like a club. The room was decorated in red curtains and had a warm glow all around it, turning it into a welcoming music scene.

Other a capella groups were spread out around the club including the Tone Hangers, who now had Bumper, the Trebles, The Green Bay Packers, and of course Das Sound Machine. Beca sighed and thanked whatever god there was that she hadn't seen the two leaders of DSM yet and that they hadn't spotted her. Emily skipped over to the Trebles, talking to Benji with enthusiasm, and a few other Bellas followed her. Fat Amy and Stacie, on the other hand, rushed towards the Green Bay Packers, both of them obviously attempting to get Clay Matthews's attention.

Chloe remained by Beca's side, jumping up and down while gripping her arm tightly. Beca hadn't seen the redhead this excited since before they messed up in front of the President. The smile that brightened her world was definitely worth whatever embarrassment DSM would bring her.

"Beca, do you see this?" her girlfriend asked, nodding back towards all the other groups.

"I see the Tone Hangers and I'm not sure how they got invited," the brunette deadpanned. She crossed her arms and scanned the room once more, trying to find all of the Barden Bellas and make sure none of them were doing anything that could even remotely be considered illegal. The closest thing that she saw was their Australian friend on the floor. "I also see Fat Amy mermaid dancing for Clay Matthews."

"Shit," Chloe mumbled, turning her head to find the blonde girl. "What if the Packers get a restraining order?"

She couldn't help but laugh at her girlfriend, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her towards her. Beca pressed a gentle kiss to Chloe's lips, saying, "That's her problem."

The gorgeous redhead leaned in for another kiss, her arms wrapping around the leader's neck and pulling her closer. It would have been a calming moment for Beca if not for them being interrupted by none other than DSM.

"Look at what we have here," Kommissar's German accent rang out in the DJ's ears. Her teeth clenched together as she turned to face the two leaders of Das Sound Machine, both dressed in full black just like the rest of their group. Chloe stood behind her girlfriend, wanting as much distance between her and the arrogant leader as possible. The German's eyes landed on Beca, "I almost forgot how short you are."

Beca stopped herself from lunging towards the blonde, holding back the waves of anger that she had been holding in for weeks. Those emotions were felt clearly in her tone as she bit out, "I almost forgot what a bitch you are, you gorgeous specimen."

Dark blue eyes widened as she realized what she had just said and Chloe's head jerked to glare at the brunette, her facing coming together to portray her unbridled confusion. The redhead stepped in front of her girlfriend, coming face to face with her ex while Beca shook her head to try and figure out what she was doing.

"Kommissar," she growled, arms folded over her chest. "Why don't you go back to your little army?"

The blonde's head tilted to the side and a large grin spread across her face. "I've missed you, Chlobear. You look more beautiful than you did that night in Berlin."

Her head tilted down to hide the red that had come across her cheeks, but it did not go unnoticed by Beca or Kommissar. One smirk fell as the other grew wider, both believing they knew exactly what was going through Chloe's mind.

"Hey," Beca gained the woman's attention by pulling Chloe behind her and facing the blonde leader once again. "That's my girlfriend you're talking to."

"She had her long before you did," Pieter chimed in, causing the two to laugh as Beca felt the familiar twitch of jealousy in her heart.

"It's so sad, really." Kommissar took a sip of her drink, staring the brunette down with a grin. She left her statement there, not fully explaining herself to anyone.

Beca knew she was walking into a trap, but somehow she couldn't stop herself. "What are you talking about?"

"That you really think you make her happy," she shook her head. "It's sad. Knowing you can never make her feel like I did. Knowing she's just settling for you because I left her. I feel sorry for you."

That was the last straw. The DJ lunged forward as rage completely overtook her, Chloe's arms wrapping around her and holding her back. Something in Beca was breaking as she thought through every word the German woman had just said, her brain trying to shut down all the images flying through her mind.

"Don't worry, the chihuahua's bark it much worse than it's bite," Pieter turned to leave the trio.

Kommissar winked at Chloe, her sexy voice adding, "It was good to see you again, Chlobear." She followed her counterpart, leaving Beca to fight against her restraints.

"Baby, calm down," the redhead whispered. Beca finally broke free, but instead of chasing down the leaders of Das Sound Machine she just stood there in defeat. "She's just trying to get in your head-"

"Get everyone together," she ordered. Her face showed nothing besides the cold and distant Beca that existed her freshman year. The brunette could feel as her heart broke, not wanting to understand any of what Kommissar had just told her. Whether any of it was true or not didn't matter, what mattered was that it felt like a stab in the gut. She spun on her heel and went to gather Fat Amy and Stacie from the Green Bay Packers, leaving Chloe behind in confusion.

Stacie could feel the anger radiating off of their leader as she grabbed her shoulder and looked down at Amy on the ground. She was about to ask what was wrong when the weird guy who was running this whole thing started to speak, telling them that they were about to start. The taller of the two knelt down to get Amy's attention, pulling her up and smiling at Clay Matthews as she walked away and dragged her friend with her.

The five groups gathered around the small, bearded man who was listing off all the rules to the Riff-Off and introducing all of the teams. It was fairly different from the ones they had attended in college, but it was the same basic principle. Stacie looked at their fearless leader and saw that she was glaring at the blonde leader of Das Sound Machine. The taller girl leaned towards Chloe, who was standing quite a bit behind her girlfriend, and asked, "What's wrong with Beca?"

"I'm not sure I want to know," came the redhead's anxious reply, her thumbnail in her mouth. It was the one nervous habit she had never quite gotten over.

Stacie went back to her place next to Amy, giving the Aussie a nudge and motioning towards Beca. Before she could even figure out what she was talking about, the man in the middle of all the groups raised his hands over his hand and pointed at the big game show screen above them all.

"Okay, yeah, let's get this thing started," his high-pitched southern accent called. "Let's take a look at the first category!" The first section of the screen spun around until it finally stopped, causing the show runner to say, "Oh, Songs About Butts!"

The Bellas began to talk amongst each other and try to figure out what they would start with even though any song on the radio would work.

"Let's start with Das Sound Machine!" The bearded man pointed at the large group, all of them stepping forward into the light.

The brunette at the head of the Bellas had her arms crossed as she watched DSM begin to beat box, Pieter jumping to the front of the group and starting the song off.

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck

Thighs like what, what, what

Kommissar was the next to join in, her eyes roaming the crowd and facing the Trebles for the first line.

All night long

It didn't last long, her slender arm raising above her head as she spun her body to point directly at the beautiful Chloe Beale. The blonde's lips curled up into a devilish smile, winking at her ex and continuing to motion towards her for the rest of their turn.

Let me see that thong

Baby

That thong, thong, thong, thong, thong

The bearded man pointed at the Tone Hangers next, but Beca wasn't paying attention. She was staring down the woman who was still looking over her girlfriend. Chloe had turned away once Kommissar pointed her out, not wanting to deal with it, but the brunette couldn't settle the rage inside of her.

It was well known amongst anyone who had entered the Bella House that Chloe was a fan of thongs and cheeky underwear. The redhead was remembered well for walking around the house naked or in her underwear, but that was mostly to get Beca's attention when she was busy working or because she left her clothes in a different room. Beca was well aware that the song was specific, it wasn't just the first thing DSM had thought of. It was meant for Chloe and it had done its job of getting beneath the leader's skin.

The round ended quickly once the Trebles took over, Benji getting distracted by Emily and singing lyrics that were completely different so that the girl didn't think he was rude. The next round was shown to be Country Love and as the Tone Hangers started the song off, Beca already knew what she was going to sing.

The chorus finished with haste, the next group to go being the Bellas. The DJ stepped forward into the light, aggressively singing with a slight southern drawl.

I dug my key into the side

Of his pretty, little supped up 4-wheel drive

Carved my name into his leather seats

She let the music take over her emotions, pushing the Tone Hanger out of the way and spinning to face DSM. She balled her hands into fists as she looked upon Kommissar, lifting them to make sure her point was made loud and clear.

I took a Louisville Slugger to both head lights

Slashed a hole in all four tires

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Pieter seemed slightly taken back by the action, but Kommissar simply smirked and waved at the redhead behind the DJ. After the Bellas, the Green Bay Packers failed to sing, leading them into the next round of I Dated John Mayer. DSM started the round, but this time it was a brunette from the back who was singing, the two leaders simply providing backup vocals. The bearded man in the middle of the groups pointed at the Bellas, Beca ready to jump in again, but she was held back as Chloe put her arm out in front of her and sauntered up to the Germans.

We are never, ever, ever getting back together

The dark-haired girl went back to her place, Kommissar stepping up right in front of the redhead and smiling down at her former flame. Chloe continued with the song, making sure to point at the blonde a few times throughout the lyrics.

We are never, ever, ever getting back together

You go talk to your friends

Talk to my friend, talk to me

But we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together

The round went to the Tone Hangers again and then ended as they failed, but Chloe wasn't paying attention. She was glaring at her ex from a few feet away, Beca coming up behind her and pulling her back to stand with her. Now that the Barden Bellas and DSM were the only two left, shit was about to get real.

Beca Mitchell had changed a lot since her freshman year. She was no longer a shy and awkward music geek sitting in the radio station alone for hours at a time. She was now a shy and awkward music intern who helped lead the Barden Bellas to multiple National Championships. Beca was also the proud girlfriend of the one and only Chloe Beale and had gotten a better handle on her anger issues over the years.

Despite all of those amazing advancements in her life, something about watching Das Sound Machine sing their version of Jump by Kriss Kross after they beat the Bellas sent a wave of unrivaled hatred through her veins. It had a lot to do with the fact that Beca truly disliked DSM, but it mainly bothered her because Kommissar was continuously looking towards the redhead beside her.

Thankfully, Chloe was following Emily away from the celebration and out of the line of sight of her ex. Beca chased after the pair, knowing that her girlfriend was almost as angry as she was, but the blue-eyed beauty was not the best at holding back her feelings at a time like this.

"What were you thinking!?" Chloe begged, her voice nearly breaking.

"I wasn't! I was nervous and then he pointed at me and I-" Emily began to defend herself only to be cut off by the leader again.

"You just cost us-"

"Chloe," Beca gripped the girl by the shoulders, making her face her as she moved her hands to hold her delicate face in her hands. "Breathe. You're not mad at Emily, you're mad at DSM. Just breathe for me, baby."

The redhead closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Beca, resting her head in the crook of her neck. She took a deep breath, the comforting scent of her girlfriend's vanilla skin calming her down. Even when Beca was angry and sweating, she still managed to put Chloe first. "You're right," she mumbled into her shirt.

Beca looked over the auburn hair at Emily, "Did you really write that?"

"The song?" Legacy pointed at herself, making sure that she was talking to her.

"Yeah, is that yours?"

"Yes! I- uh- I've been working on it for a while and it isn't finished, but-"

"We can work on it together sometime," Beca smirked. "Maybe I can even sneak you into the studio one day."

The brunette still had her arm around her girlfriend as she waved all the Bellas in her direction, leading them back out towards where their vehicles were parked. She knew all the singers were done after their hard loss, but she mainly just wanted out of the stifling room before Kommissar had a chance to come up to her again and make her feel worse than she already did.

All of the Bellas aside from their fearless DJ were seated on the couch, trying to figure out what they were going to do about Das Sound Machine.

"They're fucking machines," Fat Amy stated, throwing herself back into the couch and sighing. "It's like fighting twenty Terminators."

Jessica leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees and throwing in, "That doesn't mean they can't be beaten. We could have won tonight if it wasn't for Legacy's slip."

"I'm really sorry," Emily had her head in her hands. "It was an accident."

"Don't worry about it, Legacy," Cynthia-Rose rubbed the girl's back, attempting to comfort their youngest member the best she could. None of them were mad at her by any means, but that didn't mean the loss didn't still sting. "We all make mistakes."

Stacie sat up and looked around the room, not seeing their captain anywhere. In fact, she hadn't seen her since they had gotten back to the Bella House. "Where's Beca?"

"Upstairs," Chloe deadpanned. Her face was blank, something none of the Bellas had ever seen before. She had been known to frown occasionally, but her bubbly personality always made its way through eventually. This look was new and it couldn't mean anything good. "I'll go check on her."

The redhead stood and made her way towards the stairs, stopping as Stacie's hand shot out to grab her wrist. "I can go," she offered.

"Thank you, Stace," Chloe smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I got this."

They all watched as their co-captain left the room, each of them glancing around once she was out of sight.

"This ain't good," Fat Amy groaned. All any of the other girls could do was nod their head in agreement. "Let's go listen."

The Bellas all stood with a clatter and rushed towards their captains' room, not wanting to miss one second of whatever was about to happen.

Beca sat on the edge of the full bed that sat in the middle of her and Chloe's room. Her arms were limp against her legs, shoulders slouched in defeat as she stared at the wall across from her. She hadn't moved since she got out of the shower, not even wanting to go and talk to the rest of the Bellas and make sure everyone was okay after the hard loss.

She had never been a horribly jealous person, not even when Chloe had dated Tom. Her thought had always been that as long as the redhead was happy then so was she, but that was all before she had dated Kommissar. That had been the one and only time Beca had experienced true unadulterated jealousy, and she had never even met the woman in question at that point. All she had known was that Chloe was always upset and that she deserved better.

Ever since her and Beca had gotten together, she had always been told that Chloe had broken up with the German girl because she had feelings for Beca. Maybe that was still true. Maybe Kommissar was just saying all that shit to get in her head. It worked.

Beca's biggest fear used to be that she would fail as a musician, but once she met Chloe Beale that all changed. Suddenly, she hated ever disappointing the older girl or making her upset. Her greatest fear had morphed into failing Chloe. And now she felt that she was doing just that.

A light knock came from the door before it cautiously opened, the redhead in question standing in the doorway and looking like a timid animal.

"Hey," Chloe's sweet and melodic voice reached out to her, pulling her out of her daze.

Beca's head turned slightly to look at her girlfriend, noticing the weak smile that crossed her face. Her voice came out weaker than she expected, "Hey."

The redhead, clad in plaid pajama shorts and a light blue shirt, traversed the distance between them with care. She stood before the brunette, her arms folded behind her back. "We were wondering where you went."

"Just here," she deadpanned. Beca felt like everything in her was being twisted with a hot piece of metal and pulled out, leaving nothing behind but a shell.

Chloe kept her distance, stating, "She lied to you."

"What?" Her tired voice questioned.

"Beca Mitchell," the redhead knelt down in front of her girlfriend, grasping her hands in her own. "I never lied to you. I broke up with her. That German bitch was trying to get to you."

Steel blue eyes gazed over Chloe's features, taking in every curve and memorizing it for the hundredth time. "Do I make you happy?"

Chloe's eyebrows came together in confusion, "What?"

"Do I make you happy?" she repeated without missing a beat.

"You make me happier than I have ever been in my life," her hand reached out to cup Beca's cheek, noticing how the usually tough leader was struggling to keep her face from showing how upset she was.

Beca ducked her head down. "I don't want you to settle for me."

"I'm not-"

The DJ cut her off, biting out, "You could do better! She knows it, I know it, and you know it."

Chloe stood up, taking a step back from her girlfriend and folding her arms over her chest. "Shut up."

"I'm not going to shut up," Beca stated, standing face to face with the redhead. "It's like she knows everything I've ever worried about. Maybe I'm just going fucking crazy, but having some hot German you used to date tell me that I'm not good enough is a real slap in the face."

"Kommissar is trying to knock you off of your game!"

"It's working!" Beca yelled, turning her back to the girl. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. By no means was she trying to start a fight with the gorgeous girl, but one thing had stuck out to her all night, "You blushed when she called you beautiful."

Chloe's shoulders stiffened at her words, realizing that the brunette was truly hurt by the misunderstood action. "Beca," she laughed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"What!?" she yelled, spinning to face the redhead again. "Are you going to laugh at me?"

"I wasn't blushing, dumbass," her girlfriend stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Beca's neck again. The DJ was clearly confused by what was going on, but before she could question her Chloe was kissing her as if it was the first time. The brunette's hands instinctively held onto the taller girl's hips and pulled her closer, only to have the redhead pull away. "My face got red because I was pissed off."

"Why? She said you looked prettier than when you were in-"

"Berlin," Chloe finished for her. A smirk crossed her face as she explained, "I've never been to Berlin with Kommissar, Beca. I met her Munich."

"Wait, so- She was talking about someone else?"

"God, you're so smart sometimes," came her sarcastic whisper against Beca's lips.

"Don't patronize me," she smiled, kissing the redhead fully. She felt Chloe melt into the kiss, one hand holding on to the back of her neck while the other rested on her collar bones.

"You're cute when you're jealous," the redhead giggled. "But you really need to stop hitting on her."

"I've been trying," Beca panicked. "I don't know what happens. I have an insult and then it just-"

"It's totally okay," she promised, a fiendish grin growing on her gorgeous face. "Now will you do me a favor?"

The DJ smirked, "Of course, anything."

"Let's scare away all the eavesdroppers we have outside," her sultry voice whispered.

"Yes, ma'am," Beca murmured. She picked the girl up by the waist and swung her onto the bed, swiftly moving on top of her and pressing her lips to the girl's neck. They rarely had a conversation that wasn't being listened to, but they had learned that sex was the best way to get some privacy. Most of the time.

Music:

Thong Song- Sisqó

Before He Cheats- Carrie Underwood

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together- Taylor Swift

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