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.

The party had been going strong for a couple of hours and Chloe was thankful that she managed to avoid Beca through most of it. Despite a few shoulder checks here and there, the two had said zero words to each other and Chloe was happy about that. She was glad that Beca wasn't ruining her night and that she had met a bunch of new friends. Aubrey had stuck by her side the entire party while Amy went and hit on random partygoers, so they agreed to just look for her later. After all, there were a bunch of people in her new house, filling the kitchen and the patio, even some in the pool. The music was bumping and Chloe was kind of thankful that they lived in a college neighborhood because the cops would probably not be called. This is what college kids did, they partied, and the police were well aware of that.

Chloe's clutching on to her third extremely alcoholic drink of the night when Stacie introduces her to Jesse, their previous roommate. He tells Chloe what she assumes are confirmations, aka horror stories, about Beca. She learned that Beca had once set fire to a kid's skateboard for running into her on the sidewalk. Or that she bitch slapped Jesse and yelled profanely when he accidentally bumped into her fresh, sensitive sleeve tattoo. Chloe's personal favorite was the story of how Beca broke Stacie's middle finger when the leggy brunette ate the rest of the Cheez-Its, claiming that it was the ultimate 'fuck you' for denying Beca the last of the salty snack. Like seriously, who could be that childish?

When Chloe asks him about the nickname thing, he tells her not to read too much into it because for the first few months of knowing Beca, he was 'Douche Lord' and Stacie was 'Legs'. He explains that just how Beca was, and some tidbit about not liking to put a real name to a real person that she could 'get attached to'. Chloe thinks it's ridiculous, Jesse just shrugs and downs his drink. Somewhere in her conversation with Jesse, she loses Aubrey and decides to go look for her.

The backyard was definitely the highlight of the house. It was nothing compared to the dreadful looking front of the house, instead looking like a five-star hotel had sex with a million dollar real estate. The pool was gigantic, and the hot tub that attached to it made it look fancier. Chloe was in awe as all of the rope lights that wound around the patio flash different colors to each beat of the music playing throughout the house. She stands by the pool, taking in the scent of chlorine when she feels a presence behind her.

"What's up, Red?"

"Damn it," Chloe mutters out of earshot. "Uh. Standing."

Chloe stares straight ahead, not turning around to look at Beca whose body was closer to her than she felt comfortable or appropriate. Chloe stiffens when she feels Beca's hand on her back.

"Aw, I'm sorry. Did your bitchy girlfriend leave you for someone cooler at this party?" Chloe can feel Beca's breath hit the back of her neck and she inhales sharply.

"Who, now?"

"Malibu Barbie. You know, the one attached to your hip at all times like a crazy Siamese twin or some shit. You guys don't go well together, she looks too stuck up for someone as bubbly and shit as you." Chloe can feel Beca chuckle, her hand still resting on the small of her back.

"She's not my girlfriend," Chloe practically growls out, causing Beca to lean forward, her breath sweeping past Chloe's ear.

Chloe's back is still stiff when she hears Beca's voice directly in her ear. "Loosen the fuck up, Red. No need to be so tense."

"I'm fine," Chloe spits back, taking a step forward before looking at Beca. "It's just hot and you're invading my personal space."

"Oh, you're hot? Why didn't you just say so?" Beca smirks and Chloe is honestly worried about what kind of evil plan the Devil was hatching in her brain. By the look that Beca had plastered on her face, Chloe could only assume that she was about to be the victim of something terrible.

"What does th—" Chloe feels a strong push on her back, her shoes slipping on the concrete slab surrounding the pool before crashing into the water. She shakes her head underwater, oxygen escaping through her nostrils as she pushes off the bottom of the pool and resurfaces. She wades, her arms moving in slow motion to keep her steady. She hears Beca laughing from the side of the pool as the remaining pool water falls down her face. "YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE, BECA!" The surrounding partygoers turn their attention to Beca, staring at her with wide eyes as they wait for her next move.

The laughing ceases and Beca walks over to the side of the pool, hand extended toward Chloe. She has a smirk painted across her face before nodding for the redhead to get out. "You're right. I am an asshole, and I'm proud of it. Now, all jokes aside… Can you get out of the pool with street clothes on?"

Chloe swims over to Beca, reaching out to grab her hand. But instead of pulling herself out of the pool, she pulls Beca, headfirst, into the pool with her before scrambling over to the wall and pushing herself out. The crowd of people gasp, before focusing their attention on the pool and Beca who was still submerged. Chloe turns around, damp clothes tightly hugging her body as she watches Beca break the surface.

"What the actual fuck, Red?" Beca's voice echoes from behind her, as the pool water splashes around. "I was trying to fucking help you."

Chloe turns around to see Beca trying to pull herself up onto the ledge of the pool. "I don't need your help, Satan." Chloe smirks, grabbing a towel from the lawn chair before drying herself off. She heads for the house, hearing angry footsteps trailing behind her. Chloe beelines through the crowd in the kitchen, making her way towards the basement door.

"Did anyone ever tell you how fucking annoying you are?" Beca growls, catching up to Chloe. The basement door opens to reveal a wide-eyed Aubrey, who was nervously looking between the two girls who were soaked head to toe.

"Well, that makes two of us because you are just as bad." Chloe spins on her heel and glares at Beca. "Can you just, like, leave me the fuck alone?"

Chloe turns back around, grabbing a still shocked Aubrey's arm as she steps down the first stair. "I don't know, Red. CAN I?" was the last thing she heard before she grabs the door handle and slams the basement door shut, descending the stairs into her living room.

Aubrey stays silent, her lips pressed together as she stares helplessly around the living room. Chloe's pacing back and forth, rambling to herself about how much she really fucking hates Beca.

"Uhm… Chlo…"

"What, Bree?" Chloe sighs, annoyed.

"Care to explain why you're soaked?"

"Because fucking Beca pushed me into the pool. She's a nightmare." Chloe scoffs before rolling her eyes. She looks down at her clothes before attempting to peel the now tight material off of her body. Once she got her shirt off, she starts trying to shimmy out of her skin tight jeans, the remaining water causing them to hug tightly to her skin. She struggles with the denim which was not letting off of her legs before tumbling over. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Aubrey hurries over to her friend, grabbing the legs of her jeans and helping Chloe pull them off of her legs. She picks up Chloe's shirt from the ground before running the clothes into the bathroom, throwing them over the glass doors of the shower. When she returns to the living room, she notices Chloe's gone and figures the redhead is in her room changing. She hears a knock on the door upstairs and yells at Chloe to let her know she's going to find out who it is. Chloe just grunts in reply and Aubrey makes her way upstairs.

She cracks open the door to see Stacie, who was standing at the top of the stairs, biting her lip.

"Hey, Stacie, right?"

"Yeah, is uhm… Is Chloe okay?" Stacie asks, looking around her to check if Beca was in sight.

"Yeah, she's just kind of ticked off. Thanks for checking in with us." Aubrey smiles as she takes in the tall brunette's features. She had to admit that Stacie was extremely beautiful. Her eyes were the perfect combination of blueish green eyes with small flecks of brown surrounding the pupil, she had long, flowing dark brown-black hair, and the clearest complexion that Aubrey had ever seen. Aubrey shakes her thoughts and turns her attention back to Stacie's eyes. "I'm sure she'll be okay."

"I know, I just… I really wasn't expecting Beca to be that bad… I mean, okay, she's a bitch. But I think she just needs some time to adjust to having a new roommate…" Stacie trails off before pressing her lips together, stifling a laugh. "I just made Beca sound like a dog."

Aubrey giggles before clearing her throat, gathering her composure. "Well, you did just call her a bitch. But I'm sure Chloe will be fine. I think she's just stressed."

"Okay, well, will you please tell her I'm sorry?"

"Of course." Aubrey smiles widely, Stacie turning her head to the party going on behind her.

"I should probably go babysit and make sure that these kids don't destroy the house. Do you maybe want to come grab a drink?" Stacie throws Aubrey a wink, causing Aubrey to blush lightly.

"Let me, uh, make sure Chloe's… Make sure she's good, you know?" Aubrey stumbles over her words. "I'll be up in a second."

"Sweet." Stacie says before walking away from the door, Aubrey closing it behind her before heading back downstairs with the giddiest look on her face. She spots Chloe, perched on the couch, with her eyebrow raised at her best friend.

"Who was that?" Chloe asks as she scrolls through her phone, which was thankfully on the charger in her room when Beca pushed her into the pool.

"Stacie. She wanted to apologize for Beca's behavior."

"Oh." Chloe deadpans. "Well, I appreciate it but it doesn't really mean anything unless it comes from Satan herself, whom I will be avoiding the rest of the night." Chloe goes back to texting on her phone, flicking her eyes up every so often to see Aubrey staring at her.

"Are you okay, Chlo?" Aubrey makes her way to the couch and grows suspicious when Chloe instantly locks her phone and smiles at her best friend.

"I'm fine, really. Beca's just an annoying, little child. I didn't mean to get so worked up."

"Okay… If you're sure. I'm going to get back to the party, if that's cool with you." Aubrey searches her best friend's eyes for an answer.

"Go right ahead. I'm actually going to head out. Misty wants to hang out, soooo." Chloe chews on her lower lip as Aubrey shrugs. It's not that Aubrey didn't like Chloe's on again, off again girlfriend… Okay, so maybe she hated her, but she had good reasoning. Misty was a free spirit and Chloe was extremely grounded. Misty constantly flirted with other women right in front of her best friend, but Chloe's maybe a tad bit oblivious, or just blind when it comes to her relationships because she always tells Aubrey that the blonde is overreacting.

"Why don't you just invite her to the party?"

"And have her deal with Beca? Yeah, right. They'd kill each other." Chloe scoffs as her phone vibrates. "Come on, I'll walk you up."

Misty [23:11]: Hey Chlobear, are you coming oooor? Sydney's getting rowdy.
Chloe [23:15]: Be there soon.

The pair walks upstairs, Aubrey saying goodbye to Chloe as she walks into the kitchen to be eagerly handed a drink from Stacie. Chloe nods in her direction before making her way to the front door, dodging jumping and dancing bodies as she weaves through the entry way.

As soon as she reaches the front door, she feels a hand on her shoulder, causing her to instantly turn around and slap away whoever was touching her. Of course, it was Beca.

"Hey Red, ditching us so soon?"

"It's none of your business, Beca." Chloe snarled at the short brunette.

"Dude, what the fuck? Look, Red, I'm trying to say I-" Beca starts to say before she's instantly cut off by Chloe putting her hand up, icy blue eyes glaring daggers into stormy blue ones.

"Save it, Mitchell, for someone who cares."

A/N: Oooh, got a little Staubrey already going on. Maybe I think you need it because Bechloe is a slow burn. Also, doing a small crossover with characters from Girltrash!, but not enough to tag this story as a crossover. (SOOO like Misty Monroe [AKA Ashley Davies -cough-] is Chloe's girlfriend or whatever. Colby will probably make an appearance... or not... who knows?] I know.