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She's Out of My League: Part Two

"When are they stopping by?" Stacie asks, squeezing some whip cream out from the can and placing it on top to complete the final and last step of a blowjob shot.

Beca tallies up all the drinks an old gentleman ordered throughout the night and tells him his tab total. Taking his cash and generous tip he slipped in, she salutes him a goodbye before putting the bills in the cash register. She wipes her hands off on some paper towels and slides herself up on the bar's counter top to sit.

Swiping out her phone just to double check, "Chloe texted me like an hour ago saying they stopped for gas in Tampa, so I'm assuming they're close," she explains, crossing her legs at the ankles above her black and white converse, swinging them gently back and forth.

Stacie hums her response to the new information, carrying the finished shot over to the group who order it.

"After this one girly you're cut off," she says to the young girl at the bar who has just turned 21 and is obviously hitting an intense level of intoxication- thanks to her pressuring friends- and will no doubt about it hit her wall after this last blow job shot.

The birthday girl mumbles something incoherent; her eyes heavy, bloodshot and a lazy smile is slapped on her face before the phones come flying out around her, chanting to take the shot with only her mouth and she's easily pressured into it as she leans down to cover the top of the shot where all the whip cream is, throwing her head back to swallow the liquid which earns her a roar of an applause.

It's not done well; it's actually done pretty sloppy as the chocolate colored and flavored alcohol dribbles out of the corners of her mouth where her lips secure around the shot glass, but it's very entertaining to watch as a bystander and her friends, including herself, seems to be enjoying themselves on a Monday night.

Of all nights.

"Alright, birthday girl. Make sure you monsters hold her hair back when she's face down in the toilet tonight!" Stacie cheers with a wide smile, taking the empty shot glass and pointing her finger to the group of friends surrounding the inebriated girl. Waving them off as they head out of the bar with a unstable girl under their arms, Stacie takes the money and places it in the register to join the rest.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, "man, do you remember our twenty first birthdays?" Stacie asks, joining Beca up top on the table since their main customers who were ordering the most drinks just left, leaving the bar quiet and basically empty, except for a few who are mostly busy at the pool tables and booths.

Beca snorts a laugh, "I don't know about you but I definitely don't remember my twenty first."

All she does remember from that night when Stacie flew them out to Vegas for her birthday was that she woke up with the world's biggest hangover that lasted for at least a week after and she left her liver in the toilet back in the hotel. Needless to say, that was the night she truly understood the saying, "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

"But isn't that the point of them?" She turns to face Stacie who shrugs at this.

"I guess you're right. It's not a twenty first unless you puke."

"Cheers to that." Beca jumps down to make her and Stacie a quick drink. After one, handmade Jameson on the rocks for Stacie and a Jim beam and sprite for her, they clink their glasses, savoring the burn when they swallow down a mouthful.

"I wonder if Aubrey is hot," Stacie mentions all of a sudden once the burn has subsided, head in la la land as she stares up dreamy at the ceiling, already creating a profile for Chloe's roommate.

Out of nowhere, Luke comes up to join them, pouring himself a shot of crown and downing it like a champ. "Working hard or hardly working?"

"Working hard of course," Stacie tosses her boss a wink when his eyes meet hers after he finishes the second shot he pours immediately. "Because we have such the crowd here tonight." She stretches her arm back to the empty dance floor and the few people seated in the booths, proving a point that tonight is more than a little slow, which is normal since it's a Monday night.

"Don't worry though, things will kick up because Beca has the hottest girl on the planet coming in tonight and she's bringing along a hottie for moi."

"What happened with you and Jake?" Luke questions curiously, already knowing after a few casual conversations with Jake over some beers that he swooned over Stacie's entire existence.

"Yeah Stace, what did happen with you two?" Beca eggs evilly, twisting the black straw in her drink around the ice cubes.

Stacie squints her eyes and narrows her brows and Beca knows it's because she's already said this multiple times in the past few days. "Come on, Becs. I told you already that I only see him as a friend. He's hot, he's super nice but is he enough to tie down the hunter? Hell no."

Hunter, in case you all were wondering, is Stacie's vagina. Beca already knows how weird and unorthodox it is for Stacie to refer to an anatomy part as a dude, trust her, she's tried many times to get this pass her friend's head, but Stacie didn't budge. Now, it's gotten to a point where it's normal to refer to Stacie's lady bits as the "hunter," since Stacie's actions totally make sense as to why she calls it that.

"I don't know, Stace. At the basketball game, there was a ton of mixed signals. Holding hands, the random kisses on the cheek that only led up to the finale smooch when we parted ways," Beca asks skeptically.

She remembers this keenly; Jake nearly fainted when Stacie pulled the first move and dropped a kiss over his gaped mouth. It was short and sweet; no tongue or anything was exchanged (which was surprising by itself, knowing how Stacie can go from schoolgirl to pornstar in the mere matter of seconds).

But she also knows how Stacie politely let the boy down the next morning when she defined their relationship as only friends. He seemed truly disappointed, but respected her wishes and actually kept a conversation afterwards which was faith that Stacie would still be friends with good ol' Jakey.

"What about you, Becky?" Luke shines the light at Beca this time. "Who's this hot girl you're meeting for a date?"

"Chloe Beale, twenty five year old, successful dancer teacher from Tampa Florida and also one of the Miami Heat dancers," Stacie steals the question, as if she read Chloe's Wikipedia page online. "Total hotty with a bangin' body and a pair of eyes that could easily take over the world."

"Redhead from a couple nights ago?" Luke lights up. With the extra description of the girl, only one fits the category as he vaguely remembers how all the pervy old men around the bar kept pestering him about who the redhead was.

Stacie nods her head, tongue poking out devilishly as she nudges Beca in the arm while singing "bow-chicka-wow-wow" in the most seductive pitch and a body roll to add.

"You have a date with her?!" Luke points a finger to a tiny, unamused brunette who ignores Stacie nudges and keeps her arms crossed above her chest. "The bloody redhead that everyone in this bar wanted that night?"

Beca tries to answer but once again, her response is stolen straight from her mouth.

"Yep!" Stacie might as well answer all the questions directed towards Beca since she hasn't had a problem doing it for the past few Luke has asked. "Probably because everyone knew she was a Miami Heat dancer."

Luke's eyes widen in size as he slams one of his hands onto the table when the lightbulb goes off. "I knew that redhead looked familiar!" he exclaims as if he just solved the Da Vinci code. "Now no way in Hell would she go for you, mate. Girl is probably straight than an arrow."

Just because he is British and everything that comes out of his mouth sounds so proper and intelligent, it doesn't make Beca feel any better about herself when he verbally shows how unpersuaded he is that she could've possibly scored a date with Chloe. At least he, as well, understands how unrealistic it is, unlike Stacie, who thinks she's going to be Beca's maid of honor at hers and Chloe's wedding.

"It's not a date, Conrad and shut up Luke," Beca corrects, softly pushing the taller girl away with a few rolls to her eyes when Stacie continues to say that it is, in fact, a date.

A double date.

Luke shakes his head with a low chuckle, unable to believe Beca would score one with the hottest girl he's ever seen before who also happens to be a Miami Heat dancer. Taking out two more shot glasses, he slides one to Beca and one to Stacie before topping the glasses off with Crown Royal. "Date or not, you're gonna need a few of these."

Beca doesn't argue against the shot Luke offers her, though she can admit with full honesty that she doesn't in the slightest bit feel nervous about tonight. Maybe it's because she's already told herself many times to the point of it being written in stone that being nervous around Chloe is pointless because she doesn't stand a chance anyway. So, why not accept being friends with the redhead and move on with life?

Friends is a lot better than nothing.

All three of them raise the shot glasses before Luke leads the toast, "here's to a night where, hopefully, Beca does not talk out of her ass and ruin Blackbird's reputation that Chloe has built in her head so she keeps coming back here for customer purpose."

"Can't promise I won't," Beca mumbles, rolling her eyes at Luke, but unable to keep in a laugh. God, he's such an ass sometimes.

"And to a night where, hopefully, Stacie gets laid," Stacie finishes the toast with a chirp, ignoring the scrunch in faces she receives when talking in third person.

Clinking all the glasses together, they each swallow down the shot and with perfect timing, the front doors to the bar swing open and reveal Chloe and a equally attractive blonde conjoined at the arms.

Apparently, Stacie doesn't swallow the alcohol down in time before her eyes land on the blonde and she violently hacks up a small amount of the liquid while Beca pats her back, highly amused at her friend's coughing fit, but also trying to ease it down before she has to perform CPR.

It rarely ever comes that Stacie gets slapped in the face with another person's attractiveness to cause her to physically convulse, so Beca is trying to savor the first experienced moment of this blonde causing Stacie to hit such a level of shock with her looks because who knows when it will happen again.

"Holy shit," Stacie wheezes in between coughs, moving the back of her hand to wipe at the liquid that didn't make it into her mouth. Bouncing back like given a shot of adrenaline, she tosses the empty glass into the sink and darts out from behind the bar to meet Chloe and her friend half way.

"Hi, I'm Stacie, Beca's best friend in the entire world and you are super hot." This blunt comment is only directed to the blonde, but it takes the entire bar by storm at the way she handled this first time greeting.

Help needed dearly by the stunned look on the blonde's face, Beca comes in for the rescue and joins the group. "Stacie, also known as thee most subtle person on the planet and also, basically filterless when it comes to her word choices," Beca introduces with a smirk and a slight bit of sarcasm that tugs a bright smile out of Chloe.

"I'm also a lady who gets what she wants and I definitely like what I see," Stacie morphs her face into a wolfish grin; the blonde only blinks, face blank and unsure if what just came out of this girl's mouth actually just came out, or was she just hallucinating the entire thing.

Chloe reintroduces the pair in a far more proper and polite way. "This is Aubrey, she's my roommate. Aubrey, this is Beca and you kinda already know Stacie."

"Are you always that blunt?" Aubrey directs this question to Stacie with a poker face, not too sure how to process the way Stacie is staring at her right now and if she enjoys it, or if the look is making her feel uncomfortable.

"I may be blunt but I never lie, Aubrey," Stacie coos, lifting a hand for a formal handshake, but only intensifying the flirtation in the air between her and the blonde. "It's nice to meet you."

Glancing at the hand skeptically, Aubrey finally lifts her own hand up to complete the firm shake. "Likewise," she says, quirking her lips into a small smile, surprisingly, and there's a faint patch of pink on each cheek.

Beca sits back with Chloe during the exchange. She can't even blame Stacie for being so taken back by Aubrey's profile because the girl is just as hot as Chloe, with her long, sleek blonde hair and emerald pair of eyes. Plus, girl has some legs on her, thanks to the jeans shorts flaunting them like a noble prize. Of course, unlike Beca, Stacie at least has a chance with someone as good looking as Aubrey, which Beca envies more than she would like.

Chloe takes the free chance during the other pair's interaction to envelope Beca into a tight hug; her warm body and delightful smell of some type of perfume she's wearing, dazing Beca out cold as she gets a strong whiff and feel of both as she arches her neck over Chloe's shoulder and into the loosely curled mane of red hair.

For the second unexpected hug she's been given from Chloe it goes a hell of a lot smoother than the previous one at the game when Beca acted like a statue while Chloe did all the work. This time, without any hesitation whatsoever, she wraps her arms around Chloe's waist and sinks into the contact, truly enjoying every second of it.

Chloe is the first to pull away from the hug-much to Beca's dismay. She has a wide smile; one that's an abnormal size that almost looks painful and most definitely a smile to almost touch her ears with the corners of her mouth. "Hey, I missed you." She points and plucks at Beca's black t-shirt around the collarbone. "You look good tonight."

Beca snorts, rolling her eyes as a defense mechanism to try and rid the butterflies she feels fluttering around when hearing this. "Yeah right. I'm in my work clothes with a giant bird on the front. As for missing me, that's also a bluff because I think you mean you missed my drinks." The next move Beca does surprises herself as she throws a playful wink over to Chloe, a tint of pink blooming above her cheeks when doing so. "You look great though."

Which is an understatement because Chloe could wear a paper bag over her head and still look amazing. But tonight, Chloe looks good-really good in a more casual look; a pair of white, ripped up skinny jeans that frame her whole lower half to perfection and a dark blue, silky blouse for a top to bring out her eyes in the most intense way ever.

And can we just talk about the black, spaghetti strap tank top underneath that is doing wonders on Chloe's cleavage; Beca can admit this as she has slapped herself multiple times, mentally, not to try a sneak a glimpse because with her luck, she'd be caught.

And that's just not something she wants to explain tonight.

"Thanks." Chloe must've seen Beca's wandering eyes over her outfit because there is now a definite blush rising to her cheeks above a shy smile and Beca can't help but think what an actual treasure this girl is. "As I do recall, a little bird told me that drinks would be ready for us when we get here."

"Jab towards my height, Beale? I don't know if I wanna make you your drink anymore." Beca crosses her arms, looking anywhere but Chloe's teasing face that quickly turns into the cutest fucking puppy dog pout Beca has ever seen and it doesn't take long for her deadpan expression to crack, a smirk taking its place.

She gestures with her head over to the empty bar now that Luke has left somewhere, probably back into his office to do boss stuff. Her and Stacie slide through the back while Chloe and Aubrey take their seats on the stools.

"Whiskey sour?" Beca is already in the process of pulling out all the supplies until she's stopped mid way in her movements as she reaches for the sugar.

"Long Island ice tea please," Chloe asks for instead, mischievous smirk matching Beca's when the drink name is said. "What better night to get fucked up than a Monday night when I have nothing important to do tomorrow," she clarifies with a wink that Beca has surprisingly built some tough skin not to be affected by it as much. However, the thing that really takes her for a whirl is the dropped curse word in Chloe's sentence, and it's then she's positive the word "fuck" has never sounded so good come from someone else when hearing it fall so easily out from the redhead's mouth.

Beca doesn't respond to this, nor does she think she could even if she had something to say. Switching her attention to Aubrey, she asks, "what can I get you?"

"I'll just take a iced water please."

Stacie and Beca both share a puzzled glance at each other once hearing the drink order. Beca didn't expect anything less from Aubrey because it already seems like the girl is on more of the reserved side and only once in a blue moon would ever let her hair down and get a little crazy.

And speaking of this, Aubrey is the type of girl who would order a blue moon and two orange slices, not Beca.

That's offensive just by itself.

Stacie gives Beca a look that is screaming to have a little fun and for once, Beca decides to play along, knowing it would be a hilarious reaction they'd get from Aubrey if they were to add a little fun in the mix. "Did she seriously just order a water, Stace?" she questions, switching her attention between Stacie and Aubrey, who clearly doesn't understand why ordering a water was such a crime.

"I think she did, Becs," Stacie replies casually as she reaches for the water gun before handing it over to Beca. "You know what that means."

Aubrey and Chloe both share a terrified look with the gun now in Beca's hand-Aubrey more so than Chloe since the gun is pointed directly towards her. Raising her hands up like she has just been caught by the police, "oh my God-are you serious?!" she rushes out; the rest of her sentence gets swallowed up by just panicked sounds that don't really sound like English.

Beca does the honor of starting the chant, "Hell no, H2O!" that soon is joined by Stacie egging it on, slamming her fist into the table for background noise while the drinks on the table shake. By this point, Chloe is rolling in her stool in pain from laughing so hard at the petrified look washing over Aubrey's face as she rushes out a series of apologies and pleas not to spray her. The few people in the bar are also intrigued by what's happening, unsure of what really is going on, or if this is a new tradition Blackbird is starting.

"Please I'll do anything! Just don't shoot me!" Aubrey is borderline crying this plea and it breaks Beca into a hyena fit of laughter that Chloe and Stacie join because she fucking knew she'd get a damn good reaction from this girl.

"Anything you say?" Stacie says all of a sudden, lowering Beca's hands that hold the gun away from Aubrey as she leans in close, placing her hands firm on the table. "Give me a kiss at the end of this date and we promise not to shoot you-though I can't promise you won't get wet."

Holy shit, Beca thinks once hearing this. "Oh wow…that escalated quickly." Stacie is for sure on her game tonight with the lines she's dropping on Aubrey, who seems to be reacting to them in a way Beca never imagined a girl like her would.

Crossing her arms above the table and leaning in equally as close to Stacie's face, "get a few drinks in my system and we will see what you get," Quirking her lips into a smirk, Aubrey responds with her own flirty comeback and a salacious wink, stunning Stacie, Chloe and Beca all by the unexpected response.

After a brief second of silence that floods the group, Stacie finally is the one to break it ups "Okay then," she starts, taking the challenge and heads for the alcohol collection.

Making it there, she scans until her hands land on the Gin, which Beca gasps, then she picks up the tonic water to go with it and Beca gasps even louder. Putting all the items in front of Aubrey, Stacie snatches a uncut lime before tossing it up and down in her hands.

"I think I know the perfect drink for you," Stacie's voice is a low and very intimidating purr that seems to affect Beca and Chloe more than Aubrey since she's seen only taunting the bartender, waiting for her to put a little bite to her bark.

"Should I be worried?" Beca whispers over to Chloe as she watches Stacie pour the drinks.

Still focused entirely on the scene and how easy it was for Aubrey to join Stacie's little flirting game, "for the first time like...ever, I have no idea. This is the first time since college I've seen Aubrey act this way."

"Well Stacie is notorious for breaking people out of their shells," Beca shrugs with a light chuckle, moving to get the right ingredients for a Long Island ice tea.

Luke makes his appearance again, sliding up behind the bar and stealing all the drinks from both Stacie and Beca. When he is rewarded with two puzzled faces as to what he is doing and why, he explains, nodding his head out to the other side of the bar where customers usually sit. "Go on. I can take it from here."

"You kicking us out already?" Beca arches a brow but it doesn't stop her from letting Luke finish the drink she has started and move out from behind the bar. Stacie gets the first part of hearing this and basically teleports from point A to point B, which is right beside of Aubrey on the bar stools, admiring the blonde with a dreamy glint in her snakey, jade eyes.

"Enjoy your date," Luke says in a low enough volume for only Beca to hear when she squeezes by.

"It's not a date," Beca hisses under her breath and rolls her eyes when she's given a disbelieving smirk from Luke as he finishes their drinks.

Jesus, some people just don't understand, though, she respects their dedication and effort.

From there on out once all the drinks are delivered, the night only gets weirder for the group. With the night now off from bartending, all thanks to Luke being a real wingman, and some very strong drinks in their system, Stacie and Beca take on the jukebox by the horns and do a very crappy, uncoordinated line dance version of "Cotton Eye Joe" for Chloe's and Aubrey's amusement. It took a while for Beca to be convinced to do this, especially in public, no matter if it was only Luke, Chloe, Aubrey and a few people around the bar who would be watching.

But eventually she caved, half because of the liquid courage she has been gifted after Chloe insisted on her too drinking a Long Island ice tea and something about saying no to Chloe and her big blue eyes seemed like an impossible task to do. The other half was because Stacie forced her against her will; no help from Aubrey and Chloe as they encouraged it with chants to get her out there on the dance floor and a series of claps when she makes a complete fool of herself as she struggles to keep up with Stacie's dance moves.

About halfway into her gin and tonic, Aubrey's conservative side opens up like a book and the flirtatious banter between her and Stacie seem to only intensify as the night continues. Beca tries to call them out on it, teasing them about how they need to get a room, but it blows up in her face when Aubrey gets very vocal with her word choices and starts to make fun of Beca's height and earrings that she calls "ear monstrosities" and then her teasing ends up with a bent ego before Aubrey apologizes with that evil smirk of hers.

But then Chloe assures Beca that she adores her "ear monstrosities," height, and atrocious dance moves and nothing else really seems to matter anymore because Chloe loving something is a pretty big deal because, she too, is a pretty big deal.

Given the opportunity while they start to settle and have taken up four spots in the booth, Beca swings her arm behind Chloe to rest, not fully knowing what urged this bold movement, but also not really complaining because she could've sworn-even if it sounds crazy-that Chloe gravitated closer to her on the seat with the new opening in space.

But she tries to push it away and not look too much into it because her and Chloe are just friends and will always be just friends.

Around three drinks in, the God ancient karaoke machine gets broken out after dusting off the thick layers of cobwebs from being in the basement with all the cased alcohol for so long. Finding the microphones happens to be the only hard part in setting up the instrumental music already programmed into the jukebox and once a pair of identical microphones appear in Luke's hands as he eagerly awaits the performances destined to be hilarious and very entertaining, Beca and Chloe take on a duet after Stacie and Aubrey perform a very intoxicated, yet very impressive version of "Islands in the Stream."

"I can't believe I'm about to do this right now," Beca murmurs as she bends over to flip through songs in the jukebox library. Never in a million years would she think that anybody could force her into singing in front of people.

But that was before Chloe tripped and fell into her lap and flipped her whole life upside down in the best way, of course.

Chloe leans down to look over Beca's shoulder at the music choices, not for once minding the lack of distance she has put between her face and Beca's. "Oh come on, it's going to be fun." Beca takes steady deeps breaths as the feeling of Chloe's voice vibrates so close to her ear and the faint smell of alcohol radiates out from Chloe's mouth, but can't stop the goosebumps and hair on the back of her neck from rising. "Aubrey and I use to do this all the time in college since we were in an acappella group called the Bellas."

"Acappella?" Beca asks, unfamiliar with the word, but knowing she's heard of it. "That's a thing now?"

"Oh totes. We were the tits." Beca twists around to face Chloe. Did she really just refer to an acapella group as the tits? That's almost worse than admitting to sing in one of these so-called acapella groups. "We use no instruments whatsoever and all the noises you hear come straight from our mouths."

Beca shakes her head with a small laugh. "Yikes."

Chloe rolls her eyes and bumps Beca away from the jukebox with her hip, taking a look for herself at a possible song they could sing. Beca grant the music device over to Chloe and looks over at the occupied booth they both came from, taking a gander at Stacie and Aubrey, who are seen from the distance to obviously be enjoying themselves by the close proximity and lingering stares being exchanged.

"Sorry for releasing the animal tonight on your friend," Beca apologizes genuinely, though she doesn't know why she's saying sorry in the first place since by the looks of it, Aubrey seems to also be enjoying the flirting coming from long legged seductress herself. "Stacie is hard one to keep tamed, especially if she's attracted towards someone."

Chloe angels her head over her shoulder to get a side glimpse at the pair Beca's attention has been glued to. "I actually should be thanking you. Aubrey hasn't really gotten out since she's started her master classes, especially on a date." She smiles when Stacie is seen whispering something in her friend's ear, then with a gaped mouth, gets smacked in the stomach by Aubrey due to whatever Stacie just said. "I like Stacie; she not scared to say what she wants and it's evident that Aubrey likes it as well. Usually, her dates smother her in cheesy compliments because they're terrified, not that I blame them. Aubrey comes off a little...too strong and uptight for people's taste."

Beca can admit it's true; Aubrey didn't seem like a type of girl who'd be caught in a bar and definitely not a type of girl who would be attracted to a girl as crass as Stacie, but all she can think about is how Chloe just referred to this little get together as a date.

Which means that either her and Chloe are playing Cupid, just in case Stacie or Aubrey needs to use the bad date bailout card, or that this is a double.

And that's something that possibly can't be true.

Whatever; she shakes it off for the most part, not wanting to dwell on the little questions that are irrelevant when she already knows the answers to them.

Changing the subject away from the topic of dates, "so, anything else you wanna tell me? Because first the Miami Heat deal and now the nerdy, acapella singer from college? Is your name even really Chloe Beale?"

There's a change in pitch to Chloe's laugh; it comes out a lot lower and deeper than her usual chipper, high pitched giggle she hits people with more times than actual words. Then, there's a glint hidden in her eyes once she turns away from the jukebox that coils Beca's insides and makes it hard to breathe.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Beca doesn't know why Chloe decides to whisper this, like, is she planning something? Or should Beca be concerned about her life's safety right now? Either way though, despite the whisper and kinda threat,(maybe? Who knows) everything leaving Chloe's mouth hits Beca in all the right places. "Besides, isn't that the point of secrets? To make sure no one else finds out?"

Beca shrugs her shoulders, nodding her head side to side as she thinks. "I mean, it depends on the secret. Like, there's a difference between keeping something a secret like a surprise party, or keeping a secret that you killed someone...hashtag, how long did it take to find out who A was in PLL?"

Chloe's laughs a louder more herself laugh at the reference, lolling her head back to pull a pretty wide smile out from Beca as well. "Well, I guess that just means you just have to wait and see the reveal of all my secrets. You have to earn my trust somehow."

"I already bought you a shit ton of drinks, Beale, that I could've easily drugged you, taken you to my home and do whatever it was that I wanted to do to you," Beca tries to reason.

"Who said anything about being drugged to get me to go home with you?" Beca's breath hitches and she's unable to chose whether it was the wink she got from Chloe after saying this or the actual words that came from her mouth. "I have a song for us to sing."

Beca appreciates the change in topic because she honestly didn't know how much longer her sanity would give under Chloe's stare before she ended up combusting. She also takes a look at the song choice lined up on the juke box and is surprised when she reads the title "Titanium" by David Guetta for the song Chloe settled on.

"You know David Guetta?" It's a dumb question; a really dumb question that Beca realizes once it's already out of her mouth.

And she should've be prepared for the sarcastic "um yeah! Do I live under a rock?" response that Chloe hits her with, furrowed brows, but a hint of a teasing smile poking at the corners of her mouth.

"This song is my jam," Chloe clarifies with a sharp nod, then leans in as if she's going to whisper something, "my lady jam."

Beca squints her eyes while Chloe continues to bounce her eyebrows like the term has a deeper meaning and maybe is even dirtier than what Beca thinks."okay, Urban Dictionary, what the Hell does that mean?"

"Wouldn't you like to find out," comes Chloe's witty reply with another slow motion wink and all Beca can think is um, yes. That's why I asked you. "Take me out to dinner first, Becs. I'm a lady."

"What are you even talking about, dork?" Beca laughs at this playful side of Chloe. She knew the girl consumed a lot of alcohol tonight, plus the Long Island ice tea which is destined to fuck up anybody with regardless of who you are in a blink of an eye, but wow.

Chloe is feeling herself tonight.

She also doesn't respond to Beca's question and instead, cues up the song to the speakers in the bar, signaling everyone around for something Beca really doesn't want to do.

"You lead?" Chloe asks, but it also sounds like an order and Beca kinda is finding it hard to follow because her heart is pounding so violently in her chest now that she is under the spotlight.

Oh well.

Here goes nothing.

Beca takes the opening lyrics of the song, starting off soft to build her voice up gradually. This whole karaoke deal was something new to her, though, she knew she could sing and knew she could sing pretty damn well since she was lucky enough to get her majority of her mom's side of the family genes and in them was the talent to sing. But never did she have the courage, nor did she really want to sing in front of people who weren't her mom or Stacie.

It takes a while for her voice to hit a volume where she feels comfortable and it's not until Chloe's beautiful, soprano voice joins in to create a perfect harmony that she feels all the nerves that were holding her back dissolve, allowing her to sing like she really knew how and not only impress both Aubrey and Luke, but also the few people who happen to be watching intently to the performance.

She knows it's really fucking cheesy and the total definition of queerballs, but as she sings with Chloe on the dance floor in this hype, low key modernized bar, she swears that she gets lost in those two, pools of blue and barely has the strength to pull herself out before she's stuck in them forever.

They sound amazing together; she knows it, Aubrey and Stacie know it, Luke knows it and the rest of the bar knows it. Was there anything Chloe couldn't do? Like, seriously, because it seems like the girl is this God handmade, bionic creation to ever walk this earth, shocking everyone by just breathing.

They end the song beautifully, not breaking eye contact the entire time, which is crazy because eye contact usually freaks her out, but with Chloe, she thinks she could stare at the redhead's eyes for the rest of her life and it'd be perfectly fine.

"Guess I discovered another one of your secrets, Beale," Beca breaths, a whole new adrenaline streaming through her veins as the applause from the bar's audience surrounds her. Although she wasn't stoked about getting out on the floor to sing a stupid radio song hit, she's glad she did.

And she's also glad she got to sing with Chloe; the walking talking gem that has a voice of an angel.

"Same could be said about you, bartender." Chloe counters with a lazy smile, equally as winded. She takes Beca's hand after curtseying to mostly only Aubrey and Stacie, who are going ballistic with their cheering (making Beca feel only slightly uncomfortable with the amount of attention drawn to her) and leads her back over to the booth to sit.

Making it there, Stacie and Aubrey flood them with endless compliments; Aubrey digs up from the grave her and Chloe's acapella group in college and claims that Beca, if she were to change her alternative style and got rid of all the piercings, would've made a great asset to the group. The finger held up high is what Aubrey is rewarded with and the whole group falls into more casual talk.

Somehow, (Beca is fully blaming Stacie for this one) they stumble upon the topic of exes and Chloe is in the process of telling the group about her high school boyfriends and few hook up during college until one of them stands out like a sore thumb.

"You dated Carter Jenkins?" Beca asks dumbfounded. She wasn't gung ho about movies, actors and Hollywood life that wasn't music wise, but she knew of the dude for sure. Also, the second name that rang a bell. "And met Channing Tatum?"

"I wouldn't call it dating, per say," Chloe says, thinking of the right words to explain this moment of her college experience. "He was a major theatre kid in college and acapella groups seemed to fall in the same social circle. One thing lead to another after a couple of beers and yeah. He was Jewish so he transferred to some Hebrew school then started working on commercials, so we fell out of touch."

Stacie and Beca nod their heads as they listen intently. The closest they've been to meeting, or even talking to a celebrity was when they got VIP tickets to Miami's Ultra Music festival last year. Even then, they only took a picture with some of the DJs that lasted no longer than a few seconds, so hearing this about Chloe is more than mind blowing. Especially how casual she made it seem to hang out with celebrities, like is was a normal thing to do.

Which it most definitely isn't.

"And Channing Tatum yes, with his wife Jenna," Chloe chirps with a smile, similar to how anyone in their right mind would respond if given the chance to meet such a dynamic duo. "Big fans of the Heat, obviously because Channing is from Florida."

"Do you meet a lot of celebrities with being a dancer?" Stacie asks curiously, holding up her chin with a fist.

"Oh yeah," Chloe confirms as if meeting a lot of celebrities was an understatement. "Especially when Lebron was still on the team."

Beca could really care less about basketball players, though she knows Lebron James is like an all star in the basketball world, so it makes sense how people would go crazy over some tickets to see him play. What she can't wrap her head around is the fact that Chloe revolves herself around all this high class society, celeb life and acts like it's a totally normal thing.

Just like how Chloe goes through her phone to show everyone a picture of her and Megan Fox, who is fingering her cleavage in the least shameful way possible that she had to dig out of tons of other celebrity photos that build her camera roll during basketball games, both home and away.

But seriously? Megan fucking Fox? That woman was the main reason behind Beca's bicurious-ness in high school after being forced against her will to go see the Transformers movies with Stacie and it was during those agonizing hours of forcing herself to stay awake when she fell in love with another god given creation.

Also, can she admit that now Fox is a total MILF?

It doesn't really get better than that, honestly.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Chloe announces, lifting her hand off the top of Beca's thigh that she didn't realize was there until it was gone, probably because she was too focused on all the famous pictures Chloe was show and telling to everybody to even notice the extra touchy gesture.

"I'll go with you!" Stacie says, standing up from the booth and following Chloe to the back where the restrooms were while Beca watches them until they're both are out of sight, leaving her with the one person she'd rather not be alone with due to multiple reasons that don't even need to be announced.

"So, Aubrey-"

"Cut the small talk, midget," Aubrey harshly cuts Beca off before she can try to start a casual conversation with the blonde who only seems to become scarier by the second. "I'm here to make things straight."

Beca has no idea what's going on right about now, other than she's alone with a woman from a real life scary movie, no witnesses in sight to see her upcoming death and she can only blink dumbly with her mouth hanging slack at the stern, determined expression on Aubrey face. What was this lunatic even talking about and why is it her that's all of a sudden on this lunatic's hit list?

"Chloe's a super nice girl who gets taken advantage of constantly by assholes. She's a loving, sweetheart who always puts others' needs before her own and though I've told her many times she'll just get hurt in the end, she still insists on treating people above and beyond how they should be treated."

Beca is about to say something to this, mostly that these are already facts that she knows about Chloe, but Aubrey holds up a single finger to let her know she's not done talking and that until she finishes, Beca will stay silent and keep her mouth shut unless she wants to be strangled by that one, single finger. So, not testing her luck with her life on the line, not knowing what this psychopath is capable of, Beca zips her lips, handing the mic back over to Aubrey before the blonde deep throats her with it.

Descriptive, she knows and she apologizes for that, but it's true.

"As I was saying, Chloe is the type of girl who gives a lot to barely get half in return. She falls for people insanely fast and doesn't know a bad apple from a good one." Aubrey pauses, expecting something from Beca because apparently it's okay for her to talk now, but what she soon finds out is that she's too scared to talk anyway, so Aubrey continues after exhaling a heavy sigh. "What I'm trying to say is that at first, I had a lot of rocky thoughts about you, but seeing how you and Chloe act around each other and the obvious chemistry between you two, I can't help but admit you two are perfect for each other."

Beca barks a loud laugh, thinking this has to be the funniest thing she's ever heard, but Aubrey clearly doesn't agree as she sits with a deadpan face and crossed hands over the table, finding nothing in the slightest funny about what she just said.

Quickly sobering up from the laughing by the intense glare she's receiving from Aubrey, she clears her throat before asking for more clarification about what Aubrey meant, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Aubrey rolls her eyes so hard that is hurts Beca's head. "You and Chloe? About how you two would make a good couple and how you're a good choice for her after the scumbags she's been with, though, I'm not too sure anymore because you don't seem like the brightest-"

"What are you implying here?" It's Beca's turn to cut Aubrey off, unable to put two and two together as to what she means. "Because what it sounds like is that you're telling me Chloe...Chloe fucking Beale and I would be good together as in dating?

"Isn't this what tonight is?" Aubrey asks skeptically. "A double date?"

Okay, now Beca has hit a whole new high of confusion that makes her want to bang her head against the nearest wall. That's not the drift she has been getting all night. It mostly just felt like Chloe and her where the awkward bystanders on a date going on between Stacie and Aubrey, not together as in a group, because that would imply Chloe has a thing for her,which again, just isn't possible.

"Why would Chloe be going on dates if she has a boyfriend back home?" It's Aubrey's turn to be struck by the confusion sticks as she knits her brows together and narrows her eyes down to a size that isn't picking up what Beca's putting down. "Billie? Probably some hot male model with a crazy jawline and a sculpted body?" she chooses not to continue with an unnecessary description, figuring Aubrey, by now, should already catch her drift that she doesn't live up to Chloe's choice in dating material.

Aubrey just stares at Beca for a solid chunk of time until she explodes with a howl of a laugh that shakes the bar's windows as Beca thinks of the few possible ways this conversation can get any weirder. Perhaps, both she and Aubrey had drank a lot more than they thought and that's the reason for hearing such crazy things. "Billie isn't Chloe's boyfriend," Aubrey manages to squeak this out in between gasps, now running out of breath from laughing so hard. "Billie is Chloe's dog."

Oh.

Oh wow.

Beca's entire body deflates into the seat; Aubrey is obviously waiting for some type of response from the unresponsive girl, but ends up with only a few stuttered words.

"I-I….I don't...I don't under-" Beca starts to say, but her throat all of a sudden feels like she just swallowed the Sahara desert, so she reaches for her drink to take some of the dryness away, hoping that maybe afterwards she'll be able to talk coherently.

"Beca, Chloe's into you. Like way into you," Aubrey clarifies.

Ever since witness a real life spit take?

Well Aubrey now has, all thanks to Beca who is mid drink with a mouthful of some alcoholic concoction Stacie made that included sprite and vodka when she hears this news, causing her to feel the eruption of the liquid bubbling in the back of her throat, just about ready to blow with nothing to prevent it from coming. Thankfully, (because she's sure that would've been the final straw to pull before Aubrey rips her head off) she catches majority of the drink with her hand, so it doesn't go spraying all over the table and most importantly, Aubrey, who is glaring at her like she's a crazy person.

However, not only does the burning alcohol start dribbling out in the most unattractive way from Beca's nostrils, it also happens to sneak down the wrong pipe and cause her to choke on what looks like thin air until she's blue in the face.

"Believe me, I had the same reaction when I heard from Chloe that she thought the bartender working at Blackbird was extremely attractive with all her tattoos and piercings and heavy makeup around the eyes. For a second, I thought Chloe was referring to some Marilyn Manson fan she met at the bar." Aubrey snickers at her unfunny joke, totally ignoring Beca's near death experience and decides to find humor in her rude comment about Beca's wardrobe. All Beca tries to focus on is breathing, before she ends up passing out and reaches for a napkin to at least clean up and dry the mess all over her hand and crotch, just in case Stacie and Chloe happen to pee unnaturally fast.

Last thing she needs is a wet crotch with zero explanation as to how it got wet when Chloe comes back.

She didn't think it was possible to feel this hot all over her body, but as she replays Aubrey's words over and over again inside her head, the hotter she gets. It feels like she just dunked herself into a tub of gasoline from the head down and lit a match before setting herself on fire.

Her heart is beating so fast that she literally thinks it's about to detach from whatever it is her heart cavity is connected to, fall down into the pit of her stomach and somehow get lost. Maybe she is hyperventilating; she doesn't know. What she does know is that she is freaking the fuck out at the fact that Chloe is so totally into her and like what the fuck, why?!

Beca nearly jumps out of her seat when Chloe makes her appearance again with a teasing, "what'd I miss?" and slides comfortably into the booth, so close her leg brushes against Beca's skin and her initial reaction is to freeze. To forget every word in English speaking dictionary and to sweat buckets from both the high levels of heat radiating from her toes to her head and that fact that this double date is about to resume.

"Are you okay?" Chloe asks all of a sudden when she senses the extra fidgety behavior from Beca every time she tries to sit closer.

"Yeah Becs you look like you just saw a ghost," Stacie adds with her own amusement to the shade of white that has just crept up onto Beca's face, along with the sudden clamminess.

"Yeah," Beca lies. "Yeah no...I'm good." No she's not. She's most definitely not good. "I just…" she starts after a clear to her throat, scanning the area while also thinking of a good excuse to cover as to why she's acting so differently. As she desperately tries to come up with something, Chloe connects their hands underneath the table and boy oh boy does that not make thinking any easier. Not one bit. "Bathroom!" she blurts, unable to think of anything better, but physically needing to get away from the scene and to try to compose herself, if that is at all possible.

Beca snatches her hand away from Chloe's grip, probably in a more blatant way then what she was trying to do. Then she doesn't even wait for Chloe to step out of the booth for her to leave and instead squeezes herself through the tightly enclosed space that definitely isn't built for two people to move around in. After struggling and grunting her way through the booth over Chloe's thighs, she stumbles away with her brain short wiring and stomach knotting unpleasantly, briefly catching a "what did you say to her?" from Chloe and is directed to Aubrey before she power walks into the bathroom.

Her first stop when making it there is to dart for the nearest stall, thinking she's about to puke all the consumed alcohol and probably a few internal organs, but it ends up being a false alarm and is instead the first stage of hyperventilating. She goes out to the sink, noting the pale color on her face that Stacie was talking about earlier when she looks at her reflection in the mirror and hopes that splashing some water on her face will make her feel less like she's about to have a heart attack and stable enough to think all this news through.

However, this doesn't happen when the swinging door to the bathroom is flung open, unexpectedly scaring the living life out of Beca when she's greeted with a long legged, raging bull with steam blowing out from her nostrils as they lock eyes.

Stacie charges Beca with horns down, grabbing Beca by the shoulders and pushing her into the nearest wall to corner the smaller girl. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" she spits; her glare terrifying and Beca can't help but feel herself shrink under it. "Really Beca, what the fuck?! You've been fine this entire night with Chloe, you've been smooth, relaxed and acting like a complete normal person. Then, all of a sudden, you go from calm Beca to fucking lunatic Beca in the matter of seconds!"

"I was acting fine earlier because that was before Aubrey straight up told me this little 'group hang' is in fact a double date and Chloe fucking Beale is the one I'm paired with because turns out, she totally fucking has a thing for me!"

"That's not a shock, Beca!" Stacie exclaims, releasing her firm grip over Beca's shoulders to smack the smaller brunette upside the head more times than necessary, no doubt giving Beca a concussion, which doesn't help her current well being and only makes it worse. "I've been telling you this for how long now?!"

Beca avoids answering this question because she knows Stacie has been claiming Chloe had a thing for her the moment they met the redhead. It's pretty much indented in her brain. "It just doesn't make sense." She slumps her shoulders, defeated. "Chloe is a rare fine and I'm not worth any of her time."

Stacie bats her lashes, unamused at Beca's unintentional rhyme game. "Well Eminem, you better snap yourself out of it, turn it down five hundred thousand notches and end this night on a good note, or I will physically end you."

Stacie's gone before Beca has the chance to even respond to this threat, but she figures that her friend is right, though she's terrified to think of the consequences if failed. Tonight has been hands down the best night of her life, she thinks, and even though it's impossible to process the fact that Chloe sees a future relationship with her, the night doesn't deserve to end so meh, with her clamming up everytime Chloe glances at her.

So, she tries to compose herself as best as she can in the restroom to face Chloe again, knowing the last time they saw each other was more than a little absurd with her chosen action to abruptly leave the scene. Throwing some more water on her face, she dries herself off with a paper towel and heads back out to the bar, palms so sweaty it feels like they're still wet from the faucet and her heart beat thumping so violently she feels it in her throat.

"Beca, hey," Chloe says softly when she catches Beca awkwardly walking up to the booth, her hands caught behind her back and imaginary tail trapped between her legs.

Aubrey gives Beca a sympathetic look, which plain and simple, makes her feel like complete shit because she knows from the brief conversation she caught before leaving to the restroom, Chloe was seconds away from exploding on Aubrey as she thought it was her who caused Beca to act so fidgety after the time spent alone together.

Beca gives an awkwardly shy wave and mentally facepalms herself for doing it.

Great start, Beca.

Chloe switches positions in the booth so that she's now sitting near the window this time, making the rearranging loads easier and far less sloppier than before. "Are you okay?" she's careful with her words, as if Beca is a fragile, brittle piece of glass that could break if too much force in her voice was projected.

"Yeah," Beca breathes, but it doesn't sound very convincing at best. "I just...I-I thought I was going to get sick, or whatever, but I'm fine now." She waves it off with a nervous chuckle, knowing she is everything but fine right now and is barely holding herself together.

Especially when Chloe reaches out to link their hands together in a gesture meant to be comforting, but all it does is bring prickles to her skin and make whatever it is going inside her head worse.

So, being as subtle as ever, Beca yanks her hand away like she just touched a hot stove and awkwardly laughs it off, because she feels that is all she can do when Chloe is caught looking at her with so much hurt in those icy blue eyes that it physically pains her to do anything else.

"Anyways," Beca drawls, changing the subject in a hurry and avoiding Chloe's eyes because if she dares to look one more time, she doesn't think her heart can take it without fully shattering to pieces.

For the most part-except the whole hand holding incident- they fall back into friendly conversation that Beca was able to actually contribute to after getting her mind off of the girl sitting directly next to her, which wasn't an easy task to do. They don't stay much longer than an hour before the alcohol starts to wear out and the group hits their crash, deciding to leave before it gets too late.

Outside of the bar after bidding their goodbyes to Luke, Chloe's and Aubrey's Uber is parked out front waiting for them, ready to take them to the hotel they reserved for the night before driving back to Miami early tomorrow morning to make Chloe's dance rehearsal. There's still an awkward aroma floating around Chloe and Beca as they split apart from Stacie and Aubrey so they can exchange their own separate farewells.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," Chloe is the first to break the awkward tension, stopping right before the backseat door of the car and turning to face Beca. "Like a lot of fun."

"Me too," Beca says through gritted teeth to keep her cool, though it's nothing but the truth.

Well, it was fun up until the part Aubrey and her had their own little conversation involving Chloe, herself and growing feelings from half of the party.

"I know the drive is kind of inconvenient, but I'd love to see you again and do….all this sometime soon, but maybe by ourselves next time?" Chloe's voice is shy as she suggests this and Beca realizes then it's the first time she's ever heard it so fragile and weak, unlike Chloe's naturally bold and confident tone.

"For sure." Beca feels her heartbeat increasing again at the reality that if tonight was considered a date, which she found out not too long ago that it was, this would be the exact time someone would lean in for a goodbye kiss.

Half of her body tells her to just do it and do it with a purpose but the other half-her gut- tells her "fuck that noise" and abort as soon as she can and rule number one she always went by when taking a test and a challenging problem came her way was to always trust your gut.

But all she can do now is endure this inner battle go on inside her head whether or not to kiss this girl.

Chloe must be thinking it too because she's biting at her bottom lip in that distracting, but super adorable way and every so often looks down to Beca's lips, waiting eagerly for the next move to come. By these stolen glances, Beca's heart is beating like a jackhammer and that sick feeling in her stomach is back and stronger than ever. So, when Chloe makes the first move to lean in, expecting a kiss to be return, Beca dodges it with the effort of the movement coming out smoothly and opting for a kiss to the cheek, but ends up colliding her forehead with Chloe's and by the newly throbbing area on her skull, she decides that her effort to be sly was the biggest mistake she has made tonight.

And actually, the dumbest and stupidest mistake she has ever made in her entire life.

No doubt about it.

"Ouch," Chloe whines out, gripping at the injured area on her head, but surprisingly, she isn't in the slightest bit upset about it and is actually laughing.

With her ego down the drain and too embarrassed to mirror the sweet laugh coming out from Chloe, Beca also grips at her head, thinking of yet another excuse to explain her foolish actions.

"I think you bobbed when I weaved," Chloe says this through her chuckles and Beca appreciates that Chloe did the honors of stealing the mic before she had the chance to probably say something more embarrassing, only to add to how she already feels.

"Yeah, and I think I have a second head now," Beca murmurs; not only is her ego shot from the shit show tonight brought to her, but also the new pain on her temple.

This night couldn't possibly get any worse.

Why couldn't she of just mutually told Aubrey that "hey, I have feelings for Chloe, too, probably a lot more of them than I can handle at this moment, but everything is okay" and kissed Chloe back like she so desperately wanted to, because of course it's all the fucking truth. She knew there was something there between them the first time she laid eyes on that redhead, but was too insecure and dense to admit it out loud.

But hey, look where that got her.

A confused redhead and a broken skull.

"Let me see." Chloe pulls away Beca's hand that is rubbing the spot where their heads collided and examines the area. "Just a little red, no egg yet," she says and Beca thinks that not sporting a newly grown tumor on her head is the best news she's heard all night.

She's about to say something to go with the news, but Chloe starts to lean in again and drops a lingering kiss right above the bump on her head where there is already a forming bruise and she freezes in place. The initial contact when Chloe's lips touch the top of her head brings a little sting to the area (Jesus, how hard did they clunk heads?) but the longer Chloe's lips stay, the better it feels, and the better she feels and it kinda feels like she's going to float away due to this placebo sensation.

"All better." Chloe beams when she pulls away, pulling Beca out of her little daze she fell into at the burning spot where Chloe's lips once were. She can't even imagine what her state of well being would've been if they actually kissed. "Hug?" She shrugs her shoulders, holding out her arms.

And yeah, that's something Beca can totally do without messing it up.

Going in for the hug, hooking her arms confidently around the redhead's waist, Beca savors every second of Chloe's strong, secure arms braced around her, the smell of whatever heavenly perfume Chloe wears and the safe feeling she gets when surrounded by such a treasure that Chloe truly is.

"Text me," Chloe mumbles softly into locks of brown while Beca attempts to focus

more on not falling asleep in such a warm, comfortable position as her cheek rest in the divot of Chloe's shoulder and neck.

Why couldn't dating be as easy as hugging; not that she was much of a hugger, per say, before she met Chloe and actually, she avoided any form of physical contact like the plague.

But now, after experiencing a hug from Chloe Beale, it has worked it's way up to one of her most favorite things in life.

And if that's not the weirdest thing Beca has ever admitted, she doesn't know what it.

"I'm serious," Chloe says as she detaches away from Beca, a type of look in her eyes Beca does not want to test. "You better text me."

"I will," Beca assures with a laugh, hands up as a shield from the stern glare Chloe is shooting at her like two burning lasers.

Taking Beca's word for it with a relieved smile; one that's already eagerly anticipating the untyped text message she's set on receiving, "awesome," Chloe chirps, eyes gleaming and smile matching its shine. "Now, wanna help me break up those two?" Beca follows Chloe's fingers over to where Stacie and Aubrey are seen talking, closely observing the pair as they engage in what looks like a friendly convo.

And by friendly she means friendly.

"On it." Beca doesn't waste a second at the chance to sneak away from Chloe and get a head start walking over to the other duo, mostly because she's already made a fool of herself in the last hour and with her track record for tonight, she doesn't need to add to her list.

Not some of her proudest moments, to be honest.

"So, I guess I owe you a kiss, huh?" Beca stumbles up to the pair just in time to hear this slip out from Aubrey's mouth, lips twisted up in a flirty smirk as her arms are crossed above her chest.

"That was the original plan, but I changed my mind on what I want," Stacie replies through her own wide smile and Aubrey furrows her brows, not expecting that as a response and was already puckering up for the kiss she owed. "The kiss sounds amazing, trust me, but your phone number sounds even better. Plus, I more of a second date kisser, not a first."

Aubrey's brows unscrunch to shoot up to her hairline, mouth gaping at the impressive line to ask for someone's number and all these expressions are ones that Beca mirrors.

She also rolls her eyes; these grossly, yet weirdly adorable sick human beings were being so damn cute and fuck, if only she had Stacie's courageous self esteem and silk smooth way with words in her flirt game, she'd be golden, and her and Chloe would be interacting in the same position and fashion as Stacie and Aubrey are.

But no, she's too self conscious, cares too much about what people thing and is too awkward to even follow through correctly with a gorgeous, perfect girl who happens to like like her and only wanted a kiss goodnight.

And now, she has a welt the size of Jupiter to flaunt off to everyone and show them exactly what she means by being the world's biggest failure when it comes to relationships.

Dumb, dumb, dumb, Beca!

God, you're so incredibly stupid.

No wonder why you're still single. You push away anyone that tries to get close to you.

You're going to die alone, probably with a bunch of cats and even then they wouldn't want to live with a pathetic mess like you.

Ugh!

Of course, Aubrey types her number into Stacie's phone. Who wouldn't after someone dropped a clever line that smooth to steal some digits? Once her contact is saved, Aubrey hands the phone back and Stacie promises to text the blonde once she gets home. Seeing Chloe's patience running thin as she waits outside of their Uber's car, who is also becoming impatient at how long they both are taking, Aubrey leans in for a farewell hug and receives a kiss to the cheek, something Beca planned on doing until she messed it all up.

Add that to the long list of things she envied about Stacie and the girl's injury free forehead.

A lot of clenching goes on inside Beca's chest as she watches the Uber drive away with Chloe and Aubrey and maybe there's also a little guilt buzzing through her body at how immature she handled things tonight, something she is an expert at.

But what else was she suppose to do?

It wasn't an everyday thing for her to get confirmation that the closest thing to perfect someone would find in a girl happens to have a crush on her and not in the cute, I wanna be your best friend kinda way, but like the kind of crush someone would get on someone else if they were planning on pursuing a relationship with that other being.

And mixing a relationship with Beca doesn't fit whatsoever, let alone a relationship with Chloe, though she really wishes it would. It's like, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that Chloe liking her was a good thing-a great thing, it never clicked. Kinda like two end pieces to a puzzle set, or seeing a ghost walking your house at night time.

It terrifies her and she doesn't understand why.

Stacie walks up next to Beca, a maniac smile on her stupid smug face that had Aubrey's name all over and Beca is already preparing herself for the storm that's about to come. "Well you truly out did yourself tonight. I would try to lighten the mood and say I've seen worse….but I'd be lying."

Beca grits her teeth and clenches her jaw hearing Stacie start to laugh at something that she doesn't find any humor whatsoever. She also swats away the incoming hand headed for the bump on her head, not needing to be reminded how she got it in the first place.

"I'm surprised Ginger even wants a second date with you." Stacie snickers, totally not helping the scene.

Beca can't tell if Chloe wanting to see her again after such a pathetic end to a date is a good thing, or a bad thing and she can't think about it right now because she knows Stacie is secretly judging and teasing her all at the same time and she really just needs to be alone, so she can process this whole kaotic night and probably dig herself a hole to lay in and never come out.

So, she starts walking away down the sidewalk from Stacie without a word. Where is she going? No idea, hopefully far away, but at least she will have sometime alone to think.

Maybe find the nearest dock and drown herself; that sounds a Hell of a lot better than ever facing Chloe again after the night she just put the poor girl through and also the smartest.

That is until Stacie yells out through cupped hands, "Luke is taking us home, dummy. So, unless you plan on walking your tiny ass twenty miles back home, I suggest you walk that tiny butt back into the bar!"

And it would've been not too bad if she wasn't so drunk, and the whole twenty miles deal because, whew, talk about the exercise she does not want to take part in this late at night. So, she sulks her body back into the bar, avoiding Stacie's smug smile that hasn't left her face and with her head face down and finger held up high to her best friend, she enters the bar for Luke to take them home.

"Hi, stranger, its Chloe...again...for the third time today, I think, which is the most I've ever tried to contact someone, so you should feel very honored. Just trying to figure out why you've been ignoring all my texts and calls because with what I can remember-correct me if I'm wrong- but when we all hung out at the bar together, I could've sworn we hit it off by the looks you were giving me all night. Anyways, if I did happen to do something wrong can you at least, like, tell me, so I could apologize and maybe start over? Because I'd really….really like to see you again."

Stacie's heart clenches at the desperation in Chloe's voice when leaving one of the many voicemails on Beca's phone; it seemed like such an unnatural thing to hear from such a confident girl like Chloe who held herself together so strong and sturdy.

It wasn't her initial plan to snoop around on Beca's phone, but she knew Beca was avoiding Chloe like the plague and with her phone going off every five seconds the past couple days, she knew it was Chloe calling once she heard the next set of rings echo through Beca's room when she was making herself a sandwich in the kitchen.

Then she listened to the voicemail-several voicemails Chloe has left these past few days, along with the handful of text messages; the heartbroken and crying face emojis filling up Chloe's grey side of the conversation and couldn't find it in her to stop typing up a response for Beca, having enough of her stubborn best friend's bull shit and to end this pathetic avoidance towards an actual angel who goes by the name of Chloe Beale.

Plus, now being in contact with Aubrey, who is no doubt potential girlfriend material for the long run, she's heard enough of Chloe acting like a heartbroken, walking zombie back in Miami that only seems to be affected worse and worse every time she tries to reach Beca and only gets directed to voicemail. She considers Chloe as a friend now, and no friend should ever be put through this, regardless if it's her best friend causing her other friend so much pain and sadness.

She just wished her best friend would see how bad she is affecting Chloe, but every time Stacie tried to bring up the whole Chloe situation and why her calls weren't being answered, Beca would first, get all fidgety and play the "what? I didn't hear you," card and then would find literally anything to change the subject, which not only is far from healthy communication, but also mentally damaging to Beca when she forces to keep all her emotions locked up inside without voicing them.

Beca emerges from the bathroom connected to her room after taking a shower before Stacie can finish typing out the text message to Chloe she wanted to send. She has one towel wrapped tightly around her body while another towel is ruffling through all her wet hair, but is dropped to the ground at a sight unprepared for. Catching the cellphone caught between Stacie's fingers, Beca sprints over to the bed, yanks the device out from her hands and loads up all the air into her lungs for the explosion she's about to drop on her nosey roommate.

"Why the fuck do you have my phone?!" Beca barks out invisible white foam from the mouth, but Stacie was already prepared for it and seems unaffected by the harsh raise in volume and intense glare in those steely blues.

"Because you're a fucking moron Beca!" Stacie shouts, equally as harsh and completely over whatever stunt Beca has been pulling these past few days. "What shit have you been mustering up inside your head that has been causing you to avoid Chloe?! Especially after finding out from Aubrey that she is super into you!"

"Because it's not possible, Stacie," Beca hisses in a far lower tone, but the snap laced over her words makes it evident she's still pissed off beyond measures. "I'm me and Chloe's….Chloe is Chloe!"

"That makes no sense." Stacie's shakes her head with disbelief that Beca is acting like such a child over this. "Why wouldn't you be ecstatic that a girl as hot, sweet and funny as Chloe is trying to pursue something more than friends with you? Chloe is the complete package and could have literally anyone-"

"That's the point, Stacie!" Beca interrupts mid sentence, her voice rising back up to a scary pitch as the veins in her face look like they're seconds away from popping. Stacie admits she has to dodge the flailing hands a few times when the anger makes a more grand appearance. "Why would a girl like Chloe ever want anything to do with someone like me!? Riddle me that?!"

Stacie reaches out to pull Beca down by the wrist to sit on the bed beside her, calming the tension-well hoping to calm the conversation. She hates seeing Beca upset and she hates it even more to see Beca so insecure about her image.

But there's only so many times she can tell Beca the she is an amazing person inside and out before losing her breath, but whether Beca wants to believe it or not is up to her and Stacie can't do anything about it but keep trying.

"Because you're funny," she starts, making sure she has full eye contact with her friend. "And smart, and you're extremely good looking and though you never show it, you have a sensitive side and you care about people a lot more than you would like."

Beca grits her teeth through a cringe because hearing compliments about herself always made her feel so uncomfortable. She isn't an insecure type of person, though she does a pretty well job at hiding her self esteem issues through sarcastic remarks and eye rolls, but she never goes out gloating about what an amazing person she is and hearing it from Stacie doesn't make her skin stop from crawling.

And she's never had this much lack of confidence until she met Chloe and found out someone so perfect has an interest in her-someone who is less perfect and far from it.

"I'm...like…super small, moody, not good with expressing my emotions and I'm extremely pasty white-even with a spray tan, you would know." Stacie face morphs into a small, less stern smile and she laughs at the memory of dragging Beca against her will to go get a spray tan with her and the final product of Beca's skin tone went from ghostly white to albino white. Absolutely no color change and everyone could still basically see through her friend's skin. "I can't live up to the lifestyle Chloe has. I'm a bartender."

"A bartender that she wants to date, Becs," Stacie is quick to counter.

"Do you think she sick?" Beca asks in full seriousness, maybe that could be the reason Chloe has a thing for her because the medication is fogging up her eyesight. She's hot; that she can admit. She has a great set of eyes and immaculate hair, but does it compare to Chloe's? Not in the slightest.

Stacie is unable to keep in a laugh hearing this, but smacks Beca upside the head, not too hard, but still with enough force to smack some sense into her friend. "Shut up! Chloe likes you! Aubrey has came out and confirmed this for you." It's true, Beca can still hear the words repeating over and over again in her head like a broken record.

"But why?" Beca's voice lowers in a fragile tone, face dropping from Stacie's sympathetic jade eyes and to her hands where her fingers are twiddling around each other nervously above the damp towel covering her body. "She can have literally anyone she wants. Why pick me? I'm nothing special, obviously compared to her ex boyfriends."

In comparison to Chloe's exes that were mentioned the night spent at the bar together, Beca's like a pebble on a shelf full of diamonds. Even the people Chloe associates with are rare gems; Megan fox only one out of many. Why would Chloe want to settle for something so cheap and plain instead of a flashy, shimmering piece that completely fits more her type of style?

"You know that's a question only she can answer for you if given the chance, Becs."

Beca cringes weakly, a new weight of guilt taking over and makes her feel like an asshole for yelling at Stacie and avoiding Chloe when she did absolutely nothing wrong, but avoiding her because she did everything right. What kind of reverse psychology bullshit is that? "I'm sorry."

"I know," Stacie replies with a sympathetic grin, pulling the smaller girl into a half hug, but swatting Beca away because she's still wet from her shower. "Now please, fix this with Chloe before the weekend. You two are great for each other, whether you like it or not, and I really need you two to start dating so I can plan more double dates."

"You and Aubrey doing good?" Beca asks, changing the subject. She's been so busy thinking about pitying herself that she hasn't even gotten around to ask what is happening in Stacie's life like a good friend does. Talk about selfish, Jesus.

"Never thought I'd say this, but I honestly think she's the one, Becs," Stacie says as the giddiness takes over her face, body and words.

Beca can admit she as well never thought these words would ever be caught coming out of Stacie's mouth, knowing how high of standards the girl has and how much she loves sex. Guess it only takes one girl to come into someone's life, blur out everything they use to believe and change everything for the better.

Either way, Beca is glad to see Stacie so happy (like school girl happy) whether it's in the way Stacie talks about Aubrey, or how she has been carrying herself around lately.

Beca smiles a real smile as she watches Stacie skip out of her room, leaving her clad in only a towel from her shower with a red and blue pill placed side to side in her palm, waiting for her to choose between the two.

Blue, she continues to ignore Chloe for the slight chance the redhead will just give up and stop trying to contact her and she can continue being a boring bartender with her best friend and her life can continue going on like normal. Or the red, which is that she'll pull her head out of her ass, realize that Chloe is in fact, a hundred percent into her and could possibly be a good thing going if she were to admit it to herself and see how a relationship with Chloe unfolds.

After choosing the red pill and cursing herself that she's the world's biggest dick head, she reads the typed message Stacie was in the process of sending and barely was able to get a few words in and erases it. Deciding that she doesn't want to text Chloe an apology, she dials up the redhead's number, preparing a speech inside her head she can spill the moment she hears Chloe voice through the other line.

The phone rings for an awfully long time, almost to the point where Beca thinks she going to catch Chloe's voicemail, which wouldn't surprise her at all because it's what's she's been giving to Chloe every time her phone rang and the redhead's name popped up on her screen.

It only made sense for her to have a taste of her own medicine for the stunt she has been pulling. About ready to hang up and call back later, a sweet voice answers the phone with a teasing,

"Well well well, look who decided to check their messages, unless this isn't Beca calling me since she made it pretty obvious she wanted no form of contact with me."

And Beca feels even worse than how she already felt about ignoring Chloe all this time and completely forgets her planned out apology she created up in her head at the hint of hurt in Chloe's voice; a hurt and shake in voice that she caused.

"I assume this is you calling me to explain what I might've done to receive your voicemail as many times as I did and I'm here ready to fix it-"

"This is me calling to ask you on a date," Beca blurts, word vomit, one hundred percent as she cuts off Chloe's sentence unintentionally and unable to stop them from flying out of her mouth.

There's only a buzzing silence flooding both lines and Beca is starting to really regret this entire phone call and her stupid loud mouth that clearly has no filter with gradually easing into asking somebody a question, especially a big question like asking someone out on a date.

Beca pulls the phone from her ear and checks her screen, making sure Chloe didn't hang up on her with all the silence and lack of a response she is receiving from Chloe.

The least Chloe can do is reject her and they can move on from it, instead of the painful, awkward silence that's becoming unbearable to add the suspense and anticipation while Beca chews down to the nubs on her fingernails as she waits for any hint of a response. .

"What?" Chloe's voice finally speaks up.

Relieved to her Chloe's voice and also figuring that the offer is already out in the open to see, "Tomorrow night is my performance at Blackbird and if you're not busy, I'd really love for you to be my date, like date date. Luke has one of his buddies coming down who works for some small record label and it's be a lot less nerve racking with you there."

Beca doesn't mean for her voice to come out so desperate, but she really wants to make this right between here and Chloe. She's the first to raise her hand up high and admit she's been acting like a child and Chloe deserves better than that by a long shot. Also, she's more than a little nervous about her gig tomorrow, knowing it's the deciding factor that determines her entire future.

No big deal.

"I'll make you the best damn whiskey sour in the books?" she adds this bribe in when Chloe makes no effort in accepting or declining the date offer and she's ecstatic when she finally hears a familiar laugh echo through the other line.

"No need to twist my arm, I'd love to be your date. Your date date," Chloe giggles at Beca's echo, her laugh sounding more herself and not so broken and weak.

At the acceptance, Beca lifts a triumphing arm in the air, swallowing down the eager schoolgirl squeal that is fighting its way to sneak out. "Sweet," she answers cooly, keeping her badass image untouched. Maybe she's still on the edge about the date and not all her questions have been answered as to why Chloe would want something with her, but what she does know is that she shouldn't toss a good thing going because of her lack of confidence getting in the way.

This date could be a completely awful experience and prove her theory right as to why her and Chloe are just two different people who should never be paired together, romantically, that is, but it could also be the start of something amazing.

And instead of living under a pile of "what ifs" like she did ninety percent of her life, just because it was easier, she decides that it's time to sack up, take a chance and make things right because she knows if she doesn't, she'll regret it for the rest of her life.

Beca meets Chloe out front of Blackbird at the designated time they agreed to meet, figuring she wanted to walk in together since it has been declared last night that this is in fact, a date date.

Also, she wanted to make it clear to everyone around that Chloe is with her tonight, and maybe brag a little.

Or a lot.

But whatever.

When dressing herself for tonight, she opted for help from Stacie when picking and choosing an outfit for date number two; a date that she's aware of being a date and also, a date she wanted to do right tonight.

Settling on her nicest pair of black jeggings, a pair of black heeled boots that she didn't even know were in her closet and were still in the box from the store she bought them at and a sleeveless, collared, black dress up shirt with buttons down the middle, Stacie finished her off with applying perfectly loose, bouncing curls to her hair and easing it up on the layers of eyeliner to complete the look for tonight.

It's a lot flashier than her usual daily wardrobe choices, which consists of a different color flannel and ripped skinny jeans, but it suits her well-really well, and she has to redeem herself from the multiple things she has done the past couple days towards Chloe that she's not proud of whatsoever.

At least Stacie allowed her outfit to stick to her true shade of black instead of something bright like Stacie planned on forcing her into, so there's that.

Dressed and ready to impress, Beca is waiting for a white, classy BMW to pull up into the bar's parking lot outside of the bar; Chloe gave her the description of her car last night when they settled on a time to meet, which was two hours before the time Beca is scheduled to perform. She knew tonight was a big night for her, music wise, but she also wanted to spend a little extra time with just Chloe and Chloe only, now that she has a grip of herself and is destined to make things right between them.

The only way to do that was to have some one on one conversations and say everything there was on her chest bothering her and look for the answers from Chloe.

A fancy white car catches her attention at a nearby stoplight and as she follows it into the parking lot, it fits the exact profile Chloe gave her of the car she has been waiting for, which is extremely expensive, super nice, and totally something she could see Chloe driving.

Cause you know, Miami Heat dancer and all that jazz-though after talking with Chloe, she has discovered that cheerleaders in the NBA don't get paid that much. Per game it's usually a hundred or two; Chloe gets two hundred because their dancing squad is one of the most popular in basketball when it comes to off court performances, probably because they're all really attractive.

She waits patiently for Chloe by the trunk of the car, already seeing the mane of red hair through the back window scavenging for all her supplies in the passenger seat. When the door finally opens, Beca officially swears that Chloe gets more and more beautiful each time she sees her.

Wearing a mid thigh, long sleeve black lace cocktail hour dress, along with a pair of brand new matching wedges, hair crimped down in a wavy flow casting over toned shoulders and dark make up bordering those icy blue orbits to complete the illusion that Beca is staring at a dream like mirage, Chloe closes their door behind her, flaunting her full outfit that edges Beca into cardiac arrest with all those curves that should be considered a crime.

Admittedly, she doesn't even care that she is totally checking out everything on Chloe's body in the most blatant way possible and probably has drool dripping out the corners of her mouth as she gapes at the golden skin, leg muscles, and classy amount of cleavage shown in the dress that is doing wonders for Chloe's body and is imagining all the rest without feeling creepy about it.

"Wow," Beca breaths as she tries to study every inch of perfection on this woman, but she doesn't think it's possible because there's so much of it on Chloe's body that it's intimidating being around such a masterpiece. "You look…wow," she settles, unable to pinpoint just one word that expresses just how jaw dropping Chloe looks.

If she thought that tonight she outdid herself profile wise, she can forget about that because she looks like a complete homeless person when standing next to Chloe.

"Is Beca Mitchell speechless? Is that what's happening?" Chloe teases with a shining half smile and a gleaming glint in her eyes while catching the lack of words and lingering eyes castes over her body.

Beca rolls her eyes when fighting to lift them off of Chloe's hips and back up to icy blues, a smirk peaking out at the corners of her lips because so what if she is speechless and also not even trying to disguise her wondering eyes over the image standing in front of her. Chloe is an anomaly not from this planet and would be a straight disgrace to not admire every inch on such a beautiful treasure while it's in eyesight.

"Shut up." Boldly and flying on autopilot, Beca leans in to place a lingering kiss to Chloe's cheek, surprising herself as well as Chloe when doing so. Thank God she found some sort of smooth game under her flooding poisonous thoughts telling her she's way out of Chloe's league and shouldn't even be at an arm's reach of such a perfect woman, kinda like a fancy museum with a piece of artwork out on display.

Okay, Mitchell, I see you. "Come on," she orders with a praising smile at the pure look of shock and visible blush rising to Chloe's cheek, especially right where she kissed.

She leads Chloe into the bar, but not without connecting their hands as they walked side by side, lacing their fingers together without any hesitation whatsoever, which is a plus already from their first date together and also a lot safer (so far so good). Chloe even seemed taken back by how she has been the one to initiate everything thus far; the kiss on the cheek, the holding hands.

The bravery for sure is working in her favor.

Maybe she was getting the hang of this whole physical contact thing with Chloe and stopped comparing every little thing different it was about them and just went with the flow of the stream, see how things turned out and let fate take them by the hand and lead them to whatever was destined.

In the bar, only slightly busier than the previous nights but it's also a Friday night, so wait a couple hours and ask what the capacity is then, Beca waves to Stacie who is working tonight; Chloe does the same and all they're returned with is a teasing wink and a very dirty hand gesture in the shape of a "v" around Stacie's mouth and her tongue sticking out, which so should've been expected because it was Stacie freaking Conrad who they are talking to.

Weird how Aubrey, an inspired uptight, lawyer has a thing for someone so free with her words (though equally as smart) and teases on a daily basis that she has suffered from lockjaw because at how much "action" she gets.

But Beca guesses, it's also similar to her and Chloe, in a way; bartender and hot Miami heat dancer whose two worlds collided with each other. Perhaps that saying, "opposites attract" is a real fucking thing, go figure.

Spotting out a free booth in the bar that is progressively getting busier by the second, Beca, with Chloe in tow and fingers still intact with each other, take a seat across from opposite sides of the booth and Beca yells out to Stacie to start making them two whiskey sours, along with two glasses of ice water to start before they order food.

In an impressive amount of time, Stacie wanders up to their table with a tray of "treats" consisting of their two whiskey sours, glasses of water and two shots of tequila that Beca didn't order, but can admit the extra bit of alcohol will take some of the nerves off her so she could actually enjoy tonight and not drown under the irritating voice in her head that constantly reminds her that she isn't good enough for Chloe.

She's willing to do (or drink) whatever it takes to get that voice out of her head because she for one is not going to mess up yet another possible good thing going for her like she has done so many times in the past. That's old Beca, and she's done with her, taking out the trash to unbox a new and improved Beca.

Once Stacie leaves with a salacious wink and the few inevitable sexual innuendo comments about hers and Chloe's date, they clink their individual shot glasses to a non verbal cheers after licking some salt off their palm, savoring the burn of the liquid and immediately rush in for the limes Stacie chopped up for them, cooling the tequila with the sour.

"So," Beca starts through a wheeze, needing to get something of her chest, but not too sure how to do it. At least now she has tequila in the blood stream to guide her words. Fumbling around with possible ways to go about this conversation as Chloe patiently waits for what it is she has to say, Beca gets a hold of a sentence that sounded good in her head, but so totally wasn't once it left her mouth. "Why do you even want to date me?"

Chloe knits her brows together, unsure of what Beca meant. "Pardon?"

Figuring she might as well go with this route since it's already out for show, "why me?" Beca repeats before adding so more clarification to what she trying to say. "Like, you can have anybody...but you chose me...and I'm just trying to figure out why?"

"Beca, where is all this coming from?" Chloe deadpans, her stare intimidating and it makes Beca feel like maybe it sounded a lot crazier than what she was hoping for. Also maybe not the smartest way to go about this conversation. "Are you some weirdo who relies on zodiac compatibility to pick and choose your relationships? When is your birthday?"

Alright, this is way out of the blue. "November 5?" Beca says this like a question, more than a little confused by the randomness and quick turn in subjects.

Chloe thinks for a second, index finger tapping her chin in deep thought until it clicks to her like a lightbulb flashing on inside her head. "Ah, I see. My birthday is July 22nd, which means I'm a Cancer, also a water sign. You, a Scorpio, are also a water sign, which basically means that we rely heavily on stability in our lives, also have tremendously strong emotions-"

"No no!" Beca quickly cuts off Chloe and the girl's extra emphasis to move her hands around as she explains with a laugh. She hears enough of that zodiac shit from Stacie and doesn't agree with it whatsoever. Going about her words this time with extra clarification, "what I'm trying to say is that you're talented, beautiful, successful and just amazing all around."

"And?" Chloe shrugs her shoulders, unfazed while Beca hangs her mouth open, silence only coming out. "Because to me it just sounds like you're talking about yourself."

"W-what?" Beca stutters out. Okay, Chloe has definitely lost her mind and she hasn't even put a big enough dent into her drink to even be considered the littlest bit tipsy to speak such nonsense.

Chloe reaches out to take Beca's hand in hers over the table. Then she opens her mouth and points to her bottom set of teeth. Closing her mouth when she knows Beca has gotten a good look, though she doesn't know why Chloe is showing her the inside of her mouth inside a bar, "got my braces take off early for a commercial my mom signed me up for when I was a kid."

Great, now Chloe is a former actress who took part in commercials. What's next? She going to say that running for president is in her future?

"Okay?" Beca still doesn't understand what Chloe is trying to prove here. Maybe some teeth are a little bit crooked, but other than that, Chloe's teeth are still a set of chompers to die for.

Chloe lifts up one of Beca's fingers to trace a visible scar on her forehead before placing it back on the table. "Ran into a table when I was younger, left a gnarly scar and luckily nothing else. People called me Harry Potter's sister the entire duration of middle school."

Out of all things said tonight so far, this one for sure is the one that makes the less sense because being called Harry Potter's sister is like the greatest compliment ever. Plus, so what if Chloe has like...two crooked teeth and a scar on her forehead that's really only noticeable in the light. Even with these two small things, Chloe is still the closest thing to perfect she's ever going to find.

"I know you're thinking that I'm some sort of ideal, perfect girl."

Welp. Apparently Chloe is also a mind reader, go figure. Beca shouldn't have expected anything less.

"But I'm not. I'm so far from perfect that the word sounds like a foreign language to me. Everyone I ever tried to date thought this way too, which is why it never worked out because they put me on some sort of pedestal I couldn't simply live up to."

Now Beca feels like an ass again. It's not that she intended on putting so much pressure on Chloe and gave her unrealistic expectations to live by. It was mostly because Chloe and her weren't the types of people to match.

Swipe right? Yeah no. More like swipe left a few dozen times because their bios just do not match.

And also maybe because Beca couldn't even see herself, a bartender, with a girl like Chloe even if she were to dream it.

"I bite my nails sometimes when I get nervous, I cry a lot for both happy and sad moments and I'm allergic to peanuts."

"Those are just habits," Beca grumbles under her breath, still seeing Chloe as this ideal woman. However, the peanut allergy is a to go one to explain.

"You think a 'perfect person' would have bad habits? Perfect means perfect, nothing is wrong with them, which is obviously something that immediately counts me out of the running, " Chloe is quick to counter and it's a good enough reason to stump Beca, preventing her from saying anything else negative.

"I like you a lot, Beca Mitchell. I like your height, I like how you wear so much eyeliner, I like all your tattoos, well the ones I can see that is." Chloe rotates Beca's hand so it's facing upwards on the table and with her thumb, she traces the outline of the earphone tattoo on Beca's wrist. "I like your piercings and I like your beautiful singing voice and your regular voice. I like that you're a bartender who apparently makes sick beats, I guess I'll find out tonight and I like everything else there is about you."

Beca feels her heart swell at every compliment and maybe it's because she finally believes all them, even though she's heard this all come from her mom and Stacie, but it's Chloe and her dripping sincerity while saying all this, not daring to break eye contact that makes Beca start to believe that okay, maybe she isn't as much of a failure as she thought she was.

"And I hope you like me too?" Chloe looks at Beca sideways like a confused puppy dog, hope laced in her eyes while waiting for a response and seriously to answer this, liking Chloe is just an understatement.

"Oh I like you," Beca clarifies with not even a flinch in her voice and loves the way Chloe's eyes light up with relief and the corners of her mouth twist up into the biggest smile she has seen thus far. "I don't know. You give me all these weird, tingly feelings in my tummy and my ears get really hot." Like clockwork after admitting it out loud, she feels all the blood leave everywhere else in her body and rush to her cheeks all at the same time, targeting the tips of her ears.

They share a genuine laugh at this descriptive explanation; Beca has never been really good at admitting her emotions in a normal way, but what she said is all the truth. Chloe does things to her that no one has ever done and though it's fucking scary as shit, it's also the best feeling in the world.

"Well at least I'm not the only one who feels all these things," is Chloe's cheeky reply as she slides her hand into Beca's palm before roting their hands back to normal and intertwining their fingers together. "Just promise me one thing?" Beca nods firmly at Chloe; one thing she has lived by is to never break a promise after she experienced the aching heartbreak when her dad broke his own promise and left when he said he'd never leave her. "Never change how you act to impress me, because I can fully admit I'm so far over the moon with the real you already that it's kind of terrifying."

Beca throws her head back with a laugh, mostly because she has been experiencing mutual feelings as well regarding her strong attraction towards Chloe. She even googled one day during work if it was normal to feel nausea every time she saw a pretty girl who she may or may not like, but sick in the good way. "I promise," she declares, rubbing her thumb softly over the back of Chloe's hand and soaking in the comfortable feeling she gets while doing so.

They steer off the touchy topic and land in a more friendly, casual conversations to surround themselves with. Chloe allows Beca to do most of the talking about her music, work, and even some of her personal life that she has not shared with anyone other than Stacie and it's then Beca realizes what a great listener Chloe is and how safe she feels while talking about such an important part of her life with someone else.

It's probably due to the fact Chloe is looking at her like she's the only person left in the world and she can tell Chloe can recite every word she just said if needing to, knowing how intrigued on the topic of Beca's music she is, which doesn't help Beca's butterflies situation one bit and floods out some more stuff that she's kept locked inside for so long, all the way to the point where she wishes she'd just shut up and let Chloe have a chance to talk.

But Chloe doesn't mind; it's written all over her expressions and the tiny questions she asks every now and then that relaxes Beca and she continues sharing more with this wonderful woman.

The two hours prior to Beca's performance flies by in what feels like minutes as they got lost in each other's words until Luke and Stacie had to reel them out of their own little world and back out to reality with the ten minute mark before Beca takes the stage and hopefully (praying) she does a halfway decent job to possibly have a career in the music industry.

"See the guy with all the tattoos and fohawk?" Luke points over in the general direction to the guy he is describing sitting at the farest booth in the bar, face glued to his cellphone and Beca catches him like a sore thumb in the heavy crowd that has appeared out of nowhere since she was too busy focusing on Chloe's face and not the audience she suddenly now has for her set. "That's the guy who works for that label I was telling you about. Impress him, and you're golden, Becky."

Beca gulps nervously; the guy looks very abstract, a little bit "hipsterish" with his rolled up jeans, black squared glasses and gelled hair do, and also someone who'd she'd expect working at a tattoo parlor with all the sleeves and chest tattoos she can catch under his v-neck t shirt.

"You'll be amazing my little one," Stacie adds when the wave of terror washes over Beca's face, wasting no time before enveloping the smaller girl into a tight hug, so tight it's hard for Beca to breathe, let alone freak out over the fact this night just got a whole Hell of a lot more real. "Your music is something any label would be lucky to have."

Beca nods her head and returns the hug, savoring Stacie's smell which makes her feel more positive about her set and less nervous, but not all the way to where she isn't still shaking in her boots unnoticeably.

Luke and Stacie give their good friend reassurance one at a time before they head back over to the bar and begin to take care of the line of customers asking for drinks before they all dance the alcohol away.

"You ready?" Chloe stands up next to Beca, bumping the smaller girl's frame lightly with her hip and breaking Beca out of her current trance of the DJ booth.

Beca exhales shakily; she's been trying to prepare herself all week for this night and though she is more excited than anything to be given the chance to play her own handmade music for a bunch of people, the fact that she is playing for a bunch of people for the first time ever is equally as nerve racking the closer time gets to her performance.

Not finding the words fast enough for a reply, Chloe is quick to notice the change in behavior and snakes her hand through Beca's, twisting them around so they're now face to face. Curving up a smaller size smile, "before every game or event I have to dance in front of a crowd, I sing 'we've got the whole world in our hands.' Do you know the song?"

Beca nods her head. Hell yeah she knows the song, mostly because for a first grade recital, her entire class had to sing the song, plus, perform stupid hand motions as dance moves while every single parent in the audience recorded it. That was the first time she finally discovered her signature eye roll with being thrown obnoxious kissy faces from the parents and teachers and loved every bit of it.

She can though only imagine how insanely cute it would be to hear Chloe, a walking ball of sunshine, sing such a random, child's tune before a performance. How fucking adorable does that sound?

"I don't sing the song out loud, everyone would think I'm crazy for singing a kid's song when I'm an adult, wearing not the most appropriate outfit and about to moves my hips in the least conservative way, but it makes me feel good because as you may not know about me, I get intense stage fright."

"No way." Beca shakes her head incredulously, finally able to mirror a tighter lip smile compared to Chloe's but at least it's something. This is almost hard to believe; Chloe being the shy type of performer who gets nervous in front of crowds. Though she has only seen one of Chloe's dance routines at the basketball game, she could already tell the girl is a natural at it.

"Yes way," Chloe informs, head nodding. "I'm not nearly as bad as Aubrey-she pukes… like projectile vomit when stressed and in front of big crowds." Beca scrunches her nose, but also can't help but to find it kind of hilarious. However, she really prays karma won't bite her in the ass because she can already feel her basket of fries from dinner and shot of tequila coming back up north in her throat as the nerves bubble uneasily in her stomach.

"But I do get nervous and it's normal. Just tonight, if you get nervous, or forget what button to push, or what to say next, look at me here and I'll try my damn hardest to help you through it because I think of happy things to overcome my stage fright and you Beca Mitchell, only a week and three days in make me the happiest I've been in a very long time.. and to give my thanks, I want to help you through it."

Beca feels the burn in her cheeks from the size smile she has been sporting for a while now, overwhelmed by the extra set of emotions Chloe has just dumped over her head. "Okay," Beca says weakly, but her insides are glowing in a way that makes it feel like she is invincible and can do anything there is to do in the world.

And also maybe because Chloe hasn't let go of her hand since who knows when and with the touch, Beca feels safe and secure and really doesn't want to let go when she hears Luke announcing her name from the booth.

Gesturing her head over to the empty stage, "Go get em, tiger," Chloe orders with a wink above a blinding smile, only making it harder for Beca to leave.

"Pet names already?" Beca covers her snappiness over the moment with an eye roll and a guarding smirk, snatching her hand back away from Chloe and keeps the sadness at bay with the sudden breeze and lack of contact.

"Wow me tonight with your music and there's more where that comes from." Beca is about to protest-even though she can imagine pet names coming from Chloe sounds truly amazing- but she's unable to get the words out in time before Chloe leans in to place a kiss just at the very corner of her mouth and it's enough to make her forget her own damn name and light her entire body on fire.

Hearing her cue before she can even process a thought, she straightens out her shirt even though it wasn't necessary and turns to the booth. Her heart is racing a mile a minute knowing that it's now or never as she weaves her way through the crowd with her head held low, chin basically indented into her chest. There's a brief moment when she sets herself up at the turntables, cueing all the mixes she planned for tonight and awkwardly giving a short introduction of who she is and receives a room full of guppy expressions staring back at her.

And she's about to freak out, forget how to work this and that, say something stupid or do something worse, but then she remembers who's there tonight that will help her through all the struggles and when she looks back at the booth to a wide smiling redhead, right where Chloe promised she'd be, everything starts to click and she shakes off all her nerves to do the damn thing.

Leaving everything there is on the table and not giving a damn about anything else other than her music and the one girl who she never would've thought stood a chance with.

After tearing off the headphones and setting up a playlist for the rest of the night, Beca leaves the booth on a crazy type of high, winded and sweaty, living up to everyone's expectations and blowing the roof off the place with her music as the heavy crowd dances away all the alcohol from their system and are having the times of their lives because of her.

She also engages in a conversation with Mr. Fohawk man who happens to be blown away by the way she handled a crowd and her talented ear shown in the mixes she played tonight, swearing her that he'd get her name out around Residual Heat and soon goes to exchange emails with her. After promising to stay in contact regarding her plans music wise, he leaves the bar, as well as a tiny DJ who feels like she can physically explode with the amount of happiness swelling every internal organ in her body.

During her little moment to try and compose herself before she ended up passing out, Chloe comes to mind as she scouts the busy bar for literally the only redhead here tonight, hoping to find her in the crowd so she can share her excitement with someone else before her body can't take it anymore.

Although her main concern is finding Chloe, she stops by the bar to share a little bit of her happiness with Luke and Stacie who give her the world's loudest cheer and two types of hugs that almost squeeze her eyeballs out. Those aren't the only congratulations she gets when weaving her way in between the crowd and through the familiar, dancing, sweaty people she has seen before when she was bartending and all overwhelmed her with compliments about tonight's performance. Appreciating all the sweet words from her peers about her music, one priority takes over and that priority happens to be finding Chloe.

After scanning the area, her eyes land on the most secluded part of the bar in the back and like an angel standing under a spotlight, with a inviting, megawatt smile and curling fingers to wave, she teleports from where she is to the redhead until it's her lips pressed against Chloe's in a hungry way.

She doesn't really know what urged her to kiss Chloe before even a greeting and once her actions connected with brain, there is a brief second of pure panic at the realization she just forced herself upon this girl without so much of a warning and is moving to break apart the kiss, but her panic starts to subside when she feels Chloe's lips move in sequence with her own, sweet and slow, yet firm and passionate, the perfect mixture for a brain melting kiss.

The hurricane of emotions and feelings are overwhelming, to say the least, when the softness and warmth brought by Chloe's lips touch hers for the first time. She tests the waters until she knows it's safe to bold her actions with a swift swipe of her tongue against Chloe bottom lip and happily obliges to repeat the motion when granted access to taste the familiar zing of sour from a lemon and whiskey layering Chloe's tongue.

Despite wanting this moment to last forever; her lips cemented to Chloe's as they kiss the living life out of each other while hands roam over new places on one another's body, Beca's the first to pause the kiss, half because she actually came over here to talk to Chloe and the other half is because the lack of oxygen was starting to become a real issue when she felt her lungs clenching inside her chest.

Sharing breathless pants across each other's lips,"what was that for?" Chloe's voice comes out gravelly and raspy from the breaktaking kiss that even Beca had no idea she had it in her, but is glad she found it because that kiss was something else that words can't even explain.

Also, this kiss ended safely compared to the first time they tried and she didn't have a bump on her forehead to show off to the world this time, which all around is the biggest plus.

Leaning her forehead against Chloe's and trying not to make the shuddering on her body too visible when nails twist at the back of her neck under her hair in a motion that raises goosebumps to her skin. "I had a good night and wanted a good night kiss," she whispers, unable to project her voice any louder due to being equally as winded.

"Oh? So, are you planning on just a one and done type of thing? Because after a performance like that there should be at least some sort of celebration." There's a teasing hint to Chloe's choice and the smug smirk sported on her face is almost strong enough for Beca to want to kiss it right off.

"You didn't let me get to the point where I ask you to come home with me," Beca cleverly returns with and can't help but praise herself at the gape in Chloe's mouth with the line she just dropped. Wow, Beca has stepped her game up tremendously since their last encounter. Kudos for her. "Only if you would want to," she quickly adds when Chloe doesn't respond, panicking that maybe she overstepped her boundaries.

An amused grin does all the talking as it graces over Chloe's features and Beca knows with this it's the unspoken answer she has been waiting for since the first day she laid eyes on this woman.

She glances around the bar for a moment to fall over a proud looking Stacie raising two thumbs up in her direction, knowing she's about to get hit with a string of merciless comments when they make it home because there's no way Stacie didn't just witness the kiss she just shared with Chloe at a first row level.

Especially when Stacie starts basically gyrating her hips into the bar's tabletop without a shame towards everyone's virgin eyes around the island, silently faking to moan while Beca watches disgusted from the distance.

She can't even be upset with Stacie for embarrassing her in public, though she doesn't think anything could possibly crash the high she's on right now no matter how bad it was. That's probably why she only shakes Stacie off with a laugh, unnoticeably flipping her off behind Chloe's back before returning her attention back to the redhead, blaming the explicit amount of happiness streaming through her veins for the lack of a fight.

"So is that a yes?" Beca already knows the answer if by the way Chloe is looking at her right now and how there's barely a sliver of blue left in the girl's eyes is anything to go by.

Chloe chews on her bottom lip innocently and Beca finds it impossible to remove her eyes off the area. "As if I'd be dumb enough to pass up the opportunity to get to kiss you again, which by the way, is so much better than clunking heads with you."

The teasing in Chloe's voice under that devilish smirk of hers is impossible to miss and although Beca is entirely focused on other things; a pair of the most kissable lips to be exact, she still manages to sneak in a heavy eye roll as she closes the remaining distance separating her lips from Chloe's.

She knows she kinda swore off using the word earlier and avoids trying to be cheesy in every way possible, but kissing Chloe is like squeezing into the right pair of shoes, as if her lips were made and sculpted into something that fit like a puzzle piece with Chloe's and each pair were destined to be connected together perfectly.

Chloe may not be perfect, and neither is Beca, but kissing Chloe is perfect and no one can tell her otherwise.

Morning comes around and Beca never thought it was possible to experience the feeling of being on cloud nine. Sure, she knows the warm tingling euphoria after a great night, but this, waking up to Chloe in her bed is beyond something she has ever felt before.

Also, adding being naked into the equation brings out its own blissful mix to her buzzing emotions as she admires every inch and ripple of skin and muscles under the silky black sheets placed over her bed and body.

She angles her head with a fist to keep her in place as she turns her body to the side, getting a better image of the peacefully sleeping redhead sprawled out on the other side of the bed, snoring lightly with her mouth just barely peeked open.

Beca doesn't know how long she stares at Chloe, studying everything there is about the girl and trying to figure out how the Hell did she become so damn lucky. She's already said it before, but she'll saying it again, Chloe is a living piece of artwork. Everything about Chloe is gold and everything she touches turns to gold as well, including Beca, now that she feels the best she's ever felt in her life.

It might've taken a lot longer to realize this, but she has finally came to conclusion that nothing is sexier than someone who wants you just as much as you want them.

"Stop staring," Chloe mumbles into the pillow, peeking one eye open when she hears Beca lowly starting to chuckle and tries to weakly seat Beca's face away to prevent her from staring. Her voice is layered with a deeper, raspy tone compared to her usual upbeat, chipper tone and Beca concludes that it's no doubt the cutest yet sexiest sound she's ever heard in her life and wouldn't mind hearing it a lot more often.

"Pinch me I think I'm dreaming right now." Beca yelps in pain, unprepared for Chloe to sneak a hand up around her rib cage, down to her butt and to place a sharp pinch to the flesh. "Hey!"

Innocent as ever, Chloe bats her lashes, smile brighter than the sun outside of Beca's window. "What?"

"You suck," Beca mumbles under her breath, pointedly directing this comment to the culprit's hand that is still palming her ass.

Chloe twists a smile that isn't in the slightest bit regretting her decision while she starts to gradually close her one eye back shut. Eyes fully closed, Beca takes the chance then to lean down to feather an unannounced kiss to Chloe's quirked lips, half because she couldn't resist not waking up to something this beautiful and not try to steal as many kisses as she can and half because she needed to double check that Chloe is actually in her bed right now and she wasn't dreaming this whole thing up.

Even though she's no doubt sporting a red mark on her right buttcheck, no thanks to the devil herself.

Just as Beca pulls her head back to soak in all the beauty of this girl some more, Chloe slides the same hand that was covering her butt up to the back of her neck, yanking her face back down to kiss her thoroughly this time, needing more and demanding more which Beca is happy to reciprocate.

They allow the kiss to grow more heated by the momentum of their lips and the stolen nips each one of them takes and is usually rewarded with a breathy moan of some sort, which is then what causes Chloe to rotate Beca so that her back is pressed against the mattress facing up and she's hovering above, still engaging in the liplock without any breakage between their newly swollen lips.

Beca uses the new position and emptiness in her hands to caress the bare of Chloe's back, tracing along the smooth skin and over the two defined ripples of dimples at the redhead's lower back, then back up to repeat the same motion over every muscle she can scavenge with her touch.

Heat spreading all over her body now becoming an issue, especially down in the southern regions and tight pinch in her lower gut, Beca sneaks her mouth away to pepper a string of kisses along Chloe's jaw bone, loving the vibration of Chloe's body laying on top as she giggles sweetly at the action and stops short when her lips make it to the center of Chloe's throat.

Opening her eyes, they nearly bulged from her head when she's face to face with the darkest purple and black, largest hickey she has ever seen before sported on Chloe's neck. She covers her mouth with one of her hands in shock, but underneath she is so totally curving the proudest smile in the books at realization that she was the one to give Chloe such a nasty bruise on her neck due to being at a loss of control and driven by her hormones the previous night.

"Oh I saw." Chloe seems unfazed by the surprised reaction and is only smiling down at Beca, as if she already knows she has the state of Texas as a hickey on her neck. "I also saw the other ones on my inner thigh when I woke up to pee during the middle of the night."

Beca takes her finger to poke the bruise on Chloe's neck to see if the darkness has any pain with it like how it looks. She also measures with her tips of her fingers which ends up being at least a quarter and a half in size.

"Damn," she breathes through a smug smile, looking at the mark like one of those creepy Halloween makeup injuries, unable to believe that Chloe would allow her to suck the blood from her neck for so long without knowing the consequences of a brutal bruise the next morning. "This one is gnarly."

"Oh you haven't seen the ones on my chest." At this, Chloe sits up straighter, granting a clear view of her bare chest for Beca to take a gander and sitting there in all their glory is not only one, but two similar looking hickeys, one at the bottom of Chloe's collar bone and the other right on the meat of Chloe's left breast.

"So I see you're not complaining." Beca studies after admiring her proud work art drawn all over Chloe's skin, also admiring Chloe's boobs now that they're right in front of her face; not that she is complaining one bit about it. "Does that mean last night was good for you?"

Chloe's hums quietly, leaning in to ghost a kiss over Beca's smirk. "Although you're helping me cover this monster of a hickey on my neck before the Heat's next game on Tuesday if it doesn't go away cause but other than that, last night was the best I ever had."

Beca nods her head; that's a fair enough deal. "Say it again," she murmurs firm and strict, biting back a laugh that would ruin her authoritative image that already has a pretty strong effect on Chloe and can be felt with the legs straddling over the middle of her thigh.

"Best I ever had," Chloe repeats her previous words in a low seductive whisper.

"Say it...again," Beca growls with a wolfish smirk as she tries to lean up and capture Chloe's lips, but they move out of reach before she has the chance to.

"You...are...something...else…in...bed...m'lady," Chloe mumbles, each word punctuated with a chaste kiss to Beca's puckered lips. "Definitely third date material."

"Wait until I show you just how I score myself a fourth date." Chloe shivers eager at the words, cheeks now a scarlet color and Beca can't help but internally thank her lucky stars that she found her smooth game deep inside all her insecurities to finally make Chloe blush, because hands down is it the greatest accomplishment and sight to witness.

Bouncing back pretty quickly, "so, DJ," Chloe coos, red haired draping over both hers and Beca's face as she leans back down over the brunette. Her hands cup the outside of Beca's jaw, thumb brushing along the structure in a feathered motion. "Still think I'm not into you?"

Combing the sheet of red hair back to hook behind an ear with the free hand that isn't tracing invisible patterns along Chloe's ribs, Beca sighs out heavily, going with voicing opposite of what she really thinks. "If I say yes?" she challenges with her signature smirk.

Seeming to be prepared for this answer, Chloe bites her bottom lip, eyes glued to Beca's curved up mouth. "Then I would say something like...I'd love to prove you wrong." Chloe leaves a fragile kiss to mark over Beca's mouth; a kiss so light it didn't even feel like their skin touched.

"You going to keep kissing me until I finally believe you?" Beca shoots up a brow, crooked smile still plastered over her mouth.

"That...and I had a few other things in mind." Purposely, Chloe slips on of her hands down under the silky black sheet covering both hers and Beca's lower half, nails scraping against Beca's clenching stomach muscles and stopping to tease just before her fingers cross over dangerous territory that is seen by the squirming going on in Beca's legs the closer she gets and the added puffs of anticipation in Beca's breathing pattern. "What would you say then?" she arches a challenging brow and a twin devilish smirk, hitting a high enough intimidation level that Beca can't help but admire all the sexiness within.

"Then I'd tell you what are you waiting for?" Beca retorts in a whisper ghosted over Chloe's lips, their mouths mirroring each other's crooked smiles until they close the remaining distance between in a passionate kiss that knocks all the wind out of her body, as if she just stepped foot in negative degree weather.

Kissing Chloe is perfect, Beca has came to a conclusion, as she said before, also kissing Chloe has to be one of her favorite things to do now that she's finally got a taste of something so magical. And yes, maybe Chloe is perfect in every way possible and she is one to fully admit perfect will never ever be a word to use under her name and characteristic traits. But together with Chloe-kissing Chloe, hugging Chloe, simply just talking to Chloe; she feels for the first time that, perhaps, perfect is a lot closer than she thinks.

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