A/N: Oh hey, look at that, here's part 3 of 'Blank Slate'!

Which is fit better to mirror the first in that most of the chapters would be on Beca's perspective.

Reviews and Comments are always appreciated! Thank you so much for the wait too!

I don't own pitch perfect.

It's been three years.

Sometimes Beca couldn't even believe it.

But everything was real.

Okay, so maybe somethings never change and she's spinning around her chair in her office as her mind wonders about how the past few years had gone. But you know, that's just that.

Everything just felt so surreal.

Like a dream.

Waking up every day right next to her redhead.

It was like waking up every day and realizing what love was truly about.

The butterflies always there, bubbling through the pits of her stomach as she wakes up just a little bit earlier day by day to catch a glimpse of a still sleeping Chloe, making her smile every time she thought about it.

Every time they kiss, the spark, the electricity, it was always there.

The haze that seemed to always hang around too.

Beca never knew, never even thought of the possibility that a love like that could exist.

And every day was a reminder that dreams can come true.

She had her club.

She finally has her own music label.

She made up with her sister. Although they haven't seen each other much the past year since her grandfather died and she's taken full responsibility of, well, everything involving the Sinclairs.

And apparently she's got money know that Adrianne made sure Beca had shares in her company.

She and Chloe apparently also had the same shares in the von Albrecht's holdings but she returned them without charge, even convinced Alex to not go on her exile trip when she found out. But Alex still went ahead and left, stating she needed the time away although agreeing to keep the trip short when Adrianne said she's 'forgiving her'.

But above all that, she's married to the one and only Chloe Beale.

And they even have a little two year old girl snoring lightly on the loveseat in Beca's office. Her red hair just as bright and lively as her mother's.

Beca stopped the swirling and leaned into her chair.

There were times that she just couldn't help but think about it.

She found it funny really, how it all started one faithful day when Beca simply wanted to dodge the company of her father and decided to walk around the quad during the activities fair.

She didn't even want to be in Barden.

All she wanted was LA.

And making her dreams come true.

Thinking back, she allowed herself to admit, that a part of her knew that day.

When Chloe smiled at her.

She knew that all her dreams, even the ones she never really allowed herself to believe in, would start to come true, one by one.

And yes, she tried to run away from it.

As best she could, she did.

Because it just couldn't possibly be true, right?

Happy endings don't exist, not without a price.

But it was true, though.

As she woke up one day, the truth she tried to avoid for so long staring right in front of her.

Maybe not literally.

But the thought of soon parting with Chloe killed her more than it ever should.

Every single time that Chloe should already graduate.

And Beca knew she couldn't run away from it anymore.

Because she knew, that very first meeting, she knew.

When she was driving herself mad about wanting to out a name to the face that belonged to the redhead at the quad, the same maddening state that took her over when she saw Chloe again without her memory years later.

That shouldn't happen, right? Not with someone you just first met.

But yes, even then, Beca knew.

The feelings she had, the things that Chloe made her feel, the word that was only applicable to it was that one word she's locked up deep within her heart.

And without a doubt, she could feel it too. Some way, somehow, Chloe felt the same.

Because for the first time she has met someone so unlike her.

Who challenged her and everything she believed in was true.

Who never wanted to change her, never judged her for who she was.

Who accepted her for everything she was.

Yes, Beca knew, every day, bit by bit, she knew more and more.

She could never outrun what she felt for Chloe Beale.

Even though technically she did thanks to her rashness.

And her sometimes stupid temper.

Plus that stupid argument.

Beca stared out the view from her office.

The sun was setting from such a beautiful day.

It was just like the sight right in front of her when she was on the ferry that day.

The sight before her as she called Chloe and left a message.

The same tinge of red in the sky.

But a little less ominous than that day not so long ago.

It was just the sun setting now.

No threats of a looming storm.

Or at least Beca hoped.

She may not want to admit it but that kind of scene sort of traumatized her.

It wasn't that the five years she spent afterwards without her memory was bad.

Some good still come from it, Beca had to admit.

It was just, the thought of it made her sad.

It always broke her heart.

Because that day on the ferry she felt like she could almost touch it as she reached out into the horizon.

The reality where she could finally be with Chloe.

Only to let it slip away from her fingertips.

Not that she had any control over what happened.

But the pain it must have caused Chloe.

The thought of being the cause of that pain.

Beca couldn't bear it.

So yeah, guess she was just thankful for counting all her blessings.

Because she'll never be able to stop being thankful.

She was just chasing away a dream she once had.

And one that she never even knew she had too.

But, Beca supposed, anything could truly happen.

And that one day all these dreams could come true.

Yet, no matter how thankful Beca was, she couldn't help but feel dread.

Afraid that one day the dreaming would end.

And what if when she wakes up, she wouldn't like what she saw?

Beca shook off the feeling as she stood up.

She told herself t wouldn't matter, for as long as Chloe was there.

So what was it that was bugging her so much?

She started pacing around her office, taking a deep breath.

She had to leave soon, she still sometimes played in her club. It was a way of making sure everything was running smoothly as she let Bash gain more and more responsibility for running it.

And that was when Beca realized what was bugging her.

She was heading straight to the club.

She took care of their daughter in the day time while working too – with the help of one of her assistants – since Beca liked keeping an eye on their two year old whenever Chloe couldn't, working in a school and all.

In exchange, Chloe would pick up their daughter from Beca on her way home whenever she drops by at the club.

And Chloe was late this time.

Which worried Beca.

Because Chloe was never late.

Surely it was nothing, right?

Right?