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The redhead is lying in the back of her car, nervously fiddling with her phone. She pulls out a card from the pocket of her jeans that has been in there for almost a week now. She inhales and exhales through her teeth, dialing the number. It only rings a few times.

»Aubrey Posen speaking.«

»Aubrey, hey. Iris here.«

»Iris…«

»We met last week at Rouge.«

The tall blonde rubs her forehead with her palm and squeezes her eyes shut.

»Oh. I must've been pretty wasted to hit on a girl, huh? I'm so sorry. I really don't remember anything clearly.«

»Oh, no! You didn't hit on me.« Iris laughs at the apologetic girl on the other side.

»Ah, okay, good then. So, how exactly did we meet?«

»Maybe I could tell you about it on that coffee date you promised me.«

»Did I really?« Aubrey thinks for a second in silence, »Alright then, I guess I can't break a promise. Starbucks on Tuesday? How's six o'clock?«

»Yep. Sounds good. Don't forget to bring your friend.«

»Beca? Okay, we'll meet you there. Take care, Iris.«

»Bye!«

She hangs up and smiles thriumphantly, checking the time. It's almost midnight and she wonders why Aubrey is up at this time at night. She turns on her side and throws her phone in the front seat before taking off her pants and falling asleep with the tall blonde on her mind.

*Next Tuesday*

It's only one o'clock, which gives her the time to get something to eat, since she's starving, and then get ready for her coffee date. She gets out of the car and sits in the driver's seat, starting the engine.
She turns up the radio when she gets on the highway. She loves driving around around noon because everyone is probably at work and the roads are mostly clear. She sings along to a Taylor Swift song and puts on her sunglasses. She's happy like this. Driving around LA, living on her own and doing what she wants. She feels free for once. Sure, living in her car isn't exactly ideal and her job isn't a very respected profession but she is happier than ever. Which at the end of the day, is still kind of sad. Before she can start overthinking it, she turns into a parking lot in front of a mall. She checks her make-up in the mirror and takes her purse before stepping out. She makes sure her money is still in the purse and walks to the entrance of the mall. She spots McDonald's immidiately and her stomach growls. But before she even starts to head that direction, she thinks about how maybe she shouldn't eat before she buys some new clothes. Yeah, she can definitely eat later. So she goes to an H&M instead. She tries on a cute black strapless dress and a thin leather jacket. She figures she might be a bit cold in the evening. She checks the price and mentally slaps herself for not graduating high school. She realizes if she wants to wear the dress, she really needs to shave. And buy some new underwear. Just in case. Maybe a cute bra? Most definitely. She buys the two items along with some black lacy panties and bra. She walks to another shop and buys some razors and shaving cream, deodorant and black eyeliner. She throws in some gum and thanks the cashier before making her way out and into the toilets. She hates public bathrooms but she finds herself doing her morning routine in a dirty old toilet stall every day.
After she's done shaving and has applied the eyeliner, she changes into the dress and walks back to her car. She checks the time and it's only three, which reminds her that she's hungry and should probably eat before it's too late. But something still keeps her glued to her spot. Should she eat, really? What if she gets bloated or something? She could really lose some weight anyway. She's not even that hungry. She figures she could use some sleep though, since she didn't sleep much at night. She sets an alarm for five o'clock and dirfts off, still thinking about how her date with the two gorgeous women would go.

Aubrey's day at work is ending and she is eager to get home to Beca and get ready with her. She's been staying with the short brunette ever since the night she got too wasted to even remember where exactly she lived. All week Beca has been amazing with her and the blonde could feel herself start to feel things for her. Things that a friend should not feel for another friend. But Aubrey doesn't care. She liked Beca before. But throughout the week, she has found out more about her, about Emily, about their life and she was happy to be a part of it even if it was only for a short time. She is in love. Aubrey Posen is undeniably in love with Beca Mitchell.
She waves at her secretary and jumps in the elevator. Just as she sits down in a cab, her phone starts ringing. She smiles before picking up.

»Hey babe.«

»Aubrey, are you on your way home?«

»Yes, what's up?«

»You need to pick Emily up from school. I'll explain when I get home.«

»Wait, isn't she supposed to be home by three? Beca, it's almost four.«

»I need to go. Love you.«

»Beca-,« She hung up. »I love you.«

She sighs and tells the driver to make a stop at Emily's school. He assures her it's not a big deal after she apologizes for the inconvenience. They drive for half an hour and the traffic makes Aubrey want to curse and she's not even behind wheel. The driver does curse under his breath when someone tries to overtake him and the blonde really can't blame him.
When they finally reach the school, Emily is sitting on a bench outside and Aubrey steps out to get her.

»Hey, Em. Ready to go?«

»Where's mom?«

»She couldn't make it. Asked me if I could pick you up. You'll see her at home though.«

»Oh. Okay.«

They drive another fifteen minutes in silence before Emily looks up at Aubrey.

»Aubrey?«

»Hm?«

The little girl seems to be thinking about what she wants to say and she turns around to look out of the window.

»My mom likes you.«

»What? I mean, why would you think that, sweetie?«

»Well… I can't say.«

»What? Why not?« Aubrey ignores the look Emily gives her. She needs to know.

»She won't like it if I tell you this.«

»Well… You know, she doesn't have to know. I mean, I won't tell her.«

Emily seems to be thinking about what Aubrey said.

»Pinky promise.« She holds up her pinky and Aubrey takes it.

»Pinky promise.«

»Well… the other night I woke up because I was thirsty and when I passed mom's room, I saw her moving and breathing really hard. Well, I wasn't scared or anything because it happened before and she told me that sometimes, people mastri-bathe and it's normal. So, I wanted to go downstairs but then she yelled 'Aubrey' and I remembered when I was watching a movie, this boy was also mastri-bathing and he said a girl's name and he liked her so I think mommy likes you.«

Aubrey glares at the driver when he starts coughing really loudly as soon as Emily says the word but she's soon left speechless. So she does what she does best. Correct her.

»You mean masturbate.«

The driver almost chokes now and Aubrey can't keep herself from laughing. Emily laughs along.

»Yes, that. Well, what do you think?«

» I don't know, Em. Can I ask her?«

»No!« Emily all but screams.

»What if… I tell her it was me that saw her?«

»Hm… I guess that's okay. As long as she doesn't know it was me. She gets embarrassed.«

Aubrey offers her a hand and Emily shakes it with a smile on her face. They're already in front of the house and the little girl jumps out of the car as Aubrey pays the driver. She's excited. She checks the time and it's already five o'clock, which means she only has half an hour to get ready. Beca's car is in the driveway. They make their way inside and Aubrey calls out Beca's name.

»In here!«

Aubrey walks to the bathroom and tries to open the door but it's locked.

»Open up.«

»Is Emily there?«

»She went to her room.«

She hears the door unlock and steps inside. Beca is quick to lock it.

»Becs, what the hell was that?« She says before she even gets the chance to see the girl.

When she does though, her mouth falls open. Beca is standing in front of her in her underwear. The side of her stomach is bruised and there's a bloody cut on her cheek. She walks to the mirror and starts cleaning her face.

»I need you to help me cover it.«

»Beca…« Aubrey is by her side in a second and she takes her hand, trying to get her to turn around.

»It was an accident. I fell down the stairs.« She says, looking at the ground.

Aubrey is having none of it. She knows if Beca was telling the truth, she'd be looking into her eyes. The only time Aubrey has seen Beca like this, was in college when David, Beca's ex, found out she was pregnant and beat her up because it was »bad for his reputation« and he »didn't deserve to have his life ruined«.

»David back in town?«

Beca nods and the blonde hugs her, kissing her forehead.

»It'll be okay, Becs. I'm here. I'll never let that bastard get to you ever again. I promise, baby.«

»He told me if he ever sees me again, he's going to kill me.«

Aubrey clenches her teeth and straightens her back, looking like she's ready to attack someone. Beca notices this and puts her hands on the tall blonde's shoulders.

»Bree…«

»I'm going to kill him. Beca, I swear… He can't threaten you like that!« She's on verge of crying.

Beca clearly isn't thinking. She clearly isn't thinking about how her friendship with the blonde could be ruined in a matter of seconds. She isn't thinking about how Aubrey will probably burst through that door and never come back. And she definitely isn't thinking how fucking hot Aubrey looks right now. So she pushes her against a wall and kisses her. Aubrey immidiately kisses her back, her tongue tracing Beca's lower lip. Beca's hands start fiddling with the hem of Aubrey's shirt but they both jump away from each other at the sound of Emily's voice.

»Mommy? Aubrey?« She knocks on the door.

Beca clears her throat and smiles at Aubrey, »We'll be right out, baby!«

»Well hurry up because I need to pee!«

Beca drags Aubrey over to the mirror and hands her a make-up bag.

»Fix me, baby.«

Aubrey pecks her lips and starts applying foundation to Beca's face.

»You know… I really like you.« Beca says as Aubrey finishes.

»Oh, I know.« Aubrey laughs.

»What's that supposed to mean?« Beca looks at her confused.

»Em told me that you really like to say my name when you mastri-bathe.«

»Oh my God.« Beca covers her face with her hands and laughs.

Aubrey takes her hands and pulls her close, whispering in her ear; »I like it.«

Beca bites her lip and nods before she walks to the door.

»Get ready, babe. We have a date at six.«