Title: Blue Eyed Devil
Rating: M
Summary: AU Chloe Beale is a struggling med student looking for a place to live. She answers an Ad she found online for someone looking for a roommate, but when she meets them, Chloe is not sure whether or not she's going to get along with her new roommates; one in particular, the very snarky and annoying, Beca Mitchell.

A/N: So we all know that I probably should not have started another story, but I have so many damn ideas swarming in my head, and none of them make for good one-shots or short stories. So... here we go.

I won't stop writing A Walk to Remember or See Her On The Weekend. I just wanted to write something different, for once. I've paired them together because Bechloe is the endgame of this story, but be forewarned that this is a slow burn.

"I'm not saying they're bad people, Bree, I'm just saying if I don't respond to you within two hours, you need to send a search party for me because I will have been dismembered in the woods." Chloe says as she makes her way to the address that was on the ad that she had answered.

"And I'm just letting you know that not everyone who posts on Craigslist is a murderer, Chlo. You'll be fine." Aubrey, Chloe's best friend, replies calmly.

"If I die, it's on you. I'm here, though. I'll call you after I'm done." Chloe hung up the phone and looked at the house before her. It definitely wasn't big or decent looking from the outside, but it was close to campus and that's what Chloe needed.

She slowly makes her way up the stairs and taps her knuckles against the green wooden door. She looks around the neighborhood, hearing something rustle around inside. Her attention is brought back to the house when the door opens and Chloe is met with the sight of a tall girl with long dark brown hair.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" The girl, who looked to be in her early 20s, asks.

"Uh, no. Sorry, I was just here about the… about the ad on Craigslist. I, uhm, I texted you asking if I could come see the house?"

"Oh! You're Chloe. I totally forgot that you were showing up!" Chloe rolls her eyes at the tall brunette's forgetfulness. "I'm Stacie! Let me show you around."

Stacie turns around and walks back into the house, Chloe following suit. She points out the specifics; living room, kitchen, and the upstairs. They were back on the main level of the house, standing by the basement door.

"And then, this," Stacie says as she opens the basement door and starts heading down the stairs, "would be your room."

Chloe looks around the basement. The basement was huge, sporting a small living room, a small kitchen, and two doors which Chloe assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom. The basement looked like a small apartment. She had no idea it would be as big as it was, seeing as the outside of the house didn't look to be that big.

"Wow, this place is nice." Chloe says as she stands there in awe. "Why didn't you take this room?"

"I have the master bedroom upstairs, and my roommate didn't want to move her stuff down when our old roommate moved out, so we just figured renting it out would be better. That way we won't really bother you unless you come upstairs." Stacie shrugs. "The room is kind of small. Jesse only had a bed and dresser, so when we refurnished the basement, he wanted the room to be small but the living room and kitchen makes up for it. The bathroom also has this godly shower, let me show you."

Stacie and Chloe walk through the living room and Stacie opens the door to their right. She flicks on a light and turns to Chloe, whose mouth is open.

"So the shower is 100% red sandstone tile. There's a showerhead like a normal shower would have, but there's also one on the ceiling for a full body cover." Stacie points to the showerheads. "The only thing we ask you to do is take a squeegee at the end of every shower and wipe the water down to the drain, so that the tile doesn't grow mildew or bacteria."

"This place is amazing, especially for the price you're asking for it. I'll take it." Chloe says mindlessly.

"Sweet, let's go upstairs and we can grab a contract and paperwork."

Stacie and Chloe sat down at the kitchen table, papers covering the surface. Chloe was listening to Stacie as she went over the rules of the house.

"I'll get straight to the point in regards to the rules. Just clean up after yourself, the basement is an exception since no one will be allowed down there without your permission. Don't have a bunch of loud people over at once, Beca and I are students as well and these walls are definitely not soundproof. No house parties without us, but that's just because we're cool. If a guest stays with you, make sure they also clean up after themselves. Just make sure you're respectful of us, our school schedules, and our work schedules when planning activities. Like you probably shouldn't vacuum at midnight, common sense. Uhm… Try not to get too into Beca's personality. She's kind of a dick, but not in a bad way. If that makes sense." Stacie holds up her fingers, her lips pursed as she tries to think of any other rules she wants to tell Chloe. "Oh, we have a pool and hot tub outside. I know it doesn't look like it from the front of the house, but it's pretty epic. We all kind of take turns checking the pH and chlorine levels in it, so if you know anything about that, that'd be great."

"Those sound like very good rules, rules I'd definitely make if I rented a place of my own." Chloe agrees. "As far as the pool goes, you're looking at a science nerd and med student, so I got you covered."

"Well, then… It's settled." Stacie claps her hands together.

The sound of the door slamming shut caused both Chloe's and Stacie's heads to snap towards the entry way.

"That'll be Beca, then." Stacie presses her lips together and waits for her roommate to come stumbling in as she usually does on a Friday night. She can her Beca curse loudly as she knocks something over. Chloe raises her eyebrow, wondering how bad this roommate could be.

"Fucking hell, Stacie. Did you move the entry way table AGAIN?" Chloe can hear a whiney voice call out from the hallway.

"No, Mitchell. You're just drunk." Stacie calls out.

A short brunette comes stumbling into the kitchen, making weird faces at her roommate and then focusing all of her attention to Chloe.

"Who's Red?" Beca stifles a laugh.

"Beca, this is Chloe… Our new roommate." Stacie emphasizes, the tone of her voice almost begging Beca to play nice.

"What's up, Red?" Beca smirks and Chloe could tell already that she probably was going to be avoiding her second roommate as much as possible. Chloe doesn't reply, causing Beca to make a pouty face. "What? Cat got your tongue?"

"Ignore her," Stacie says, sighing as she hands over the contract to Chloe. "She's always like this, you'll learn to ignore it eventually."

"Aww, Conrad. I love you, too. Fucking asshole." Beca rolls her eyes while flipping Stacie off. Chloe nervously watches the exchange as she takes in Beca's features. She was short with long, brown hair and greyish blue eyes. She definitely had badass written all over her, if it wasn't for the mass amounts of piercings, then it was definitely the full sleeve tattoo that her left arm sported. If Chloe was honest, Beca was extremely intimidating. Sort of cute, but really fucking deadly.

"Whatever, Mitchell. Can you maybe not scare off our new roommate before she moves in?"

"Fine, have it your way, shithead." Beca drunkenly waves her hands in the air, sarcasm lacing her voice as she stumbles out of the kitchen.

"She's really not that bad." Stacie repeats, hoping Beca's first impression didn't change Chloe's mind.

"It's okay, really..." Chloe breathes out. "I'll still take it."

Chloe and Aubrey were at Chloe's dad's house, packing all of her stuff up that she hadn't done before. Not that she didn't love living with her father, but he was extremely overbearing at times and Chloe was glad that she had found a place to live, even if one of her roommates was literally the spawn of Satan. As Chloe was leaving the house to go get her stuff together, Beca all but drunkenly stumbled down the stairs, ramming into her and spilling her drink all over Chloe's clothes. Chloe didn't really know how to take Beca's personality, the little that she's already seen of it. She knows that Stacie told her not to read too much into it, but the brunette seemed like she already enjoyed making Chloe's life a living hell and she hasn't even moved in yet.

"I'm so glad there's not much left." Aubrey groans, flopping her arms as she throws a pile of clothes into a box. "I'm so over this moving thing, and I'm not even moving!"

"Yeah," Chloe sighs, "It's definitely not the most fun time. But my roommates are throwing a party tonight, sort of a 'welcome to the house' party, I think."

"You know I'm always down for a party." Aubrey smirks.

"And then you can tell me I'm not crazy when you meet the Devil," Chloe refers to Beca. She hadn't really stopped thinking about the brunette, and she has no idea why. Beca was rude, a clumsy fucking drunk, and so far had refused to call Chloe by her name. She also had the mouth of a sailor, almost every sentence containing the words 'fuck', 'asshole', or some variation of a curse word. Chloe wasn't going to rule anything out when it came to the poor choice of words Beca had stashed in her neurological vocabulary.

"I highly doubt she's that bad."

xxx

Chloe and Aubrey recruited the help of their friend Amy to help them move what little bits of furniture that Chloe had into her new house. Stacie and Beca were out grabbing stuff for the party, leaving Chloe a couple of hours to get the necessities in. As soon as they walk into the basement, everyone's in shock.

"Holy shit, Chlo, this is all yours?" Fat Amy marvels.

"It is." Chloe smiles, proud of herself for finding a place that was decent. She sets the box down in the living room and looks around her new home. "Come on, let's get the rest of this stuff before the roommates get home."

An hour and a half later, the three plop down on Chloe's small couch that they had just finished carrying in. All of Chloe's furniture (the bed, desk, dresser, and couch) were all moved downstairs along with the majority of her necessities. They all breathe out loudly, trying to catch a moment to even out their breathing as they stretch their sore muscles.

"Remind me to never help anyone move again," Fat Amy says, wiping the sweat away from her brow. "I could have been horizontal running instead of real exercise."

"You did well, Amy." Aubrey pats her on the back.

"I'm just ready to party, yeah? Find a mate and get it on like two dingoes in heat." Fat Amy whacks her thighs.

"Oh god, the images." Chloe jokes, shielding her eyes.

If Chloe were honest, she was still wary of the party. It's not that she didn't like her roommates… Okay, well she didn't really like one of them, but Stacie was cool and offered to introduce to some friends who also attended Barden and Chloe could use a good conversation. She was just hoping, praying even, that Beca wouldn't ruin her night.

It had only been a few short hours since she met the brooding alt girl, but Chloe could already tell that they won't get along. Beca had already done a job well done of all but getting under Chloe's skin like an itch that won't go away. It irked Chloe to an extreme extent already, and she was hoping that Beca would just leave her alone long enough for her to graduate and move out.

Chloe and her friends make their way upstairs just in time for Stacie and Beca to arrive back at the house. Stacie's carrying a gigantic box of alcohol and Beca's doing something that Chloe can't really see behind the tall brunette, but can tell that she's struggling with, if her curses and complaints were anything to go by.

"Fucking hell," Beca grunts, as if she was lifting something heavy. "Why the fuck do you get to carry the light shit?"

"Because you were the one who wanted a keg, Mitchell." Stacie quips back, smirking at her best friend. Chloe, Aubrey, and Amy were standing in the kitchen as Stacie makes her way in. "Hey, Chloe! Hey Chloe's friends."

"Does she need help?" Amy asks as the four of them continue hearing Beca curse loudly as she tries to get the dolly holding the keg up the front porch stairs.

"Nah, let her suffer. It's what she gets for being rude to Chloe earlier." Stacie smirks as she unloads the bottles of alcohol from the box.

Beca finally makes it inside and lugs the keg into the kitchen, glaring at Stacie the entire time. Her attention then turns to Chloe and she her glare deepens, causing Chloe to shoot one back. "So Red, you have Blonde Barbie and Barbarian here, yet no one could help carry this fucking thing into the house?"

Fat Amy is the first to defend her friends, walking right over to Beca and towering over her. "Mein name is Fat Amy und I eat krauts like you for lunch."

"Why the fuck do you call yourself Fat Amy?" Beca retorts back quickly, a scoff lingering on the tip of her lips.

"Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back."

Chloe, Aubrey, and Stacie look at the exchange between Fat Amy and Beca in amusement and fear. They're practically having a stand-off in the kitchen.

Beca's the first to break her gaze, extending her hand out to Fat Amy. "I like your attitude." Beca's head moves to the side to look at Chloe and Aubrey. "What the fuck are you staring at, Blondie?"

"Your ear monstrosities are atrocious." Aubrey states harshly. "And your arm looks like it's been attacked by a third grader with ten sharpies."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not here to impress you." Beca scoffs before looking at Chloe who's trying so desperately to stay out of this conversation. "Lighten the fuck up, Red. We're all friends here, right?"

A lightbulb pops up over Chloe's head and she smirks. If Beca wanted to be this way, then two can play at this game. "Whatever you say, Beca… Or is Beca short for 'the spawn of Satan'?"

All eyes are on Chloe; everyone sporting the same wide-eyed look, shocked that Chloe had just spat back an insult at Beca. Then there was Beca, her stormy blue eyes darkened as she glares daggers at the redhead, who stood as tall as she could to not look intimidated.

It was about to be a long night.