Hey gang! asweetmelodytrickling here :) I set this account up to put my more smuttier fics up in one place (plus I felt bad that my Tumblr and AO3 followers were getting all of these Bechloe fics and you guys here on weren't)

Hope you enjoy! Big hugs!

Chloe Beale was deemed the hottest girl at Barden High. Her long red hair and perfect figure had all the boys watching her longingly as she walked passed them on her way to and from classes. Her best friend, Aubrey Posen, was just as hot, with long blonde hair and a dazzling smile. The two teens had most of the school eating out of their hands and they knew it. They were reknowned for ace-ing their classes (though the reality was they got people to do their homework for them) and were first choice for all professional photos that the school required for brochures and promotion. They were also reknowned for each having a different on-off boyfriend every couple of months or so. Almost always a 'jock'. Almost always as much of an idiot as the idiot who came before him. Speaking of which, Chloe and Aubrey were reknowned for leading their respective boyfriends on, breaking up with them once they had slept with them..

Beca Mitchell was in the year below them at Barden High. She was notorious for a whole other set of reasons. Her insistence on skiving most of her classes, hiding around the back of the bike sheds to smoke with her friends, and having a lousy attitude gave her a very bad reputation. A reputation that didn't go unnoticed by the two beautiful teens in the year above her.

Beca had heard Posen calling out within earshot how 'scummy' Beca was. And Beale would always laugh, telling her how awful she was. But Beca would just shrug and roll her eyes. She didn't give a crap about what they thought. They were just a couple of slutty teens who put out because they were insecure. If she had to choose anyone in the school that she hated, she'd definitely say it was Chloe Beale & Aubrey Posen.

One day Beca sloped into the bathrooms at school. The ones right at the back of the science block. The ones people rarely went into because nobody really knew they were there. She snuck through the door of one of the cubicles and pulled out some cigarette paper to roll one up.

Suddenly she froze, holding her breath as somebody slammed into the bathroom, waiting for the door to swing close before letting out a loud sob.

"What the fuck. Like what the actual FUCK!" Beca heard the voice muttering beyond sobs and she swallowed loudly. It was Chloe Beale. Chloe Beale was crying in the girl's bathroom.

Beca took a deep breath, opened the door of her cubicle, and stepped out. Her heart jumped into her throat as she saw Chloe looking at her in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

"Hey um..are you ok?" Beca asked tentatively, and Chloe sniffed loudly, clearing her throat as she began hastily running some water and washing her hands.

"Yeah…" a watery smile spread across her face to try to mask her tears, but Beca had already seen too much, "just…boy stuff…"

Beca realised this was probably the first time she'd ever heard Chloe speak without Aubrey by her side. The blonde always seemed to lead any conversation. It surprised Beca just how vulnerable Chloe looked.

"Boys huh…" Beca began awkwardly, stuffing her hands in her back jeans pocket as she tapped her feet, "yeah I hear they're pretty shit…"

"Ugh the worst!" Chloe blurted, sniffing again, her smile now dropping as she turned the water off and stared at her own reflection, "And now my make-up's ruined…"

"I don't get why you wear all that make-up. You'd look pretty without it." Beca accidentally said out loud, clearing her throat awkwardly as she screwed her face up in embarrassment.

"You don't think I'm pretty with it?" Chloe quickly asked, not sure quite why she cared. Because she didn't care what the girl thought. It was only Beca Mitchell.

"No I…of course you look pretty with make up on…I-I'm just saying you don't need it dude…"

Chloe let out a small smile at Beca via the mirror.

"You're sweet…" the redhead said and Beca felt her heart skip a beat. Fuck, she COULDN'T fall for Chloe Beale. What a cliché. Falling for the most popular, most beautiful girl in the school. "Beca, right?"

"Uh..yeah.." Beca said as she scratched the back of her head then folded her arms.

"I'm Chloe" the teen said with a sweet smile.

"Yeah I know." Beca replied, not smiling but not frowning either. She was trying to work through her thoughts. Something that clearly made Chloe uncomfortable, because the redhead cleared her throat again and began trying to wipe the mascara that had begun running down her face, but it had already dried on.

Chloe watched as the brunette disappeared into one of the cubicles, rustled for a few moments, then appeared back in sight. Beca hesitated, then held out a small packet, "Um…here you go…" she said awkwardly and Chloe reached out and took the packet of makeup wipes.

"Thanks" she said politely before dabbing the smeared makeup on her cheeks. She looked at Beca at intervals, a small curious smile on her face, "So what brings you to the secret bathroom?"

Beca looked down at her feet the moment Chloe's eyes met hers, embarrassed to have been caught staring. She HADN'T been staring. "Oh um…just…needed some time alone." She looked back up and her heart skipped another beat as Chloe quickly resumed her focus on her own reflection. "Where's your friend Posen hiding then?"

Chloe swallowed loudly, finishing with the makeup wipe and letting out a shaky sigh, "uh…that was kinda why I came in here actually…Drake Marshall…the guy I was seeing he…I caught him making out with Aubrey just now…"

Beca frowned, "What the actual fuck?" she exclaimed, causing Chloe to smile gently, "Dude, seriously! She's supposed to be your best friend!"

Chloe spun on her heels and rolled her eyes, "I know I know.."

"How are you so chill about this?"

"I'm not CHILL about this okay? I mean I ran into the bathroom crying! It's just…its one of those things…"

"One of those things? Wha-…has she done this to you before?!" Beca's jaw dropped as she saw Chloe hesitate, fiddling with the makeup wipe between her fingertips. "She has, hasn't she."
Chloe swallowed loudly, biting her bottom lip as though trying to decide how to answer. But all she ended up doing was nodding gently.

Beca shook her head in disbelief, saying seriously, "You deserve so much better, Beale."

Chloe appeared to roll her eyes, "Oh so you think you could do a better job at being my best friend?"

"I think I could do a better job at dating you that's for sure!" Beca quickly counteracted then immediately stopped, her breath catching in her throat as Chloe gawked at her.

"Are you a-"

"-I'm just saying if I were to date you I'd treat you better than all of those dicks you've ever been out with, combined!" Beca said with a tut, folding her arms as she squared up to the redhead.

She wasn't sure where she'd found this confidence from, but she could easily get defensive when necessary. Her mother had always taught her to never back down.

"For example…?" Chloe asked, rolling her hand to encourage Beca to continue, not seeing how the brunette could possibly treat her better than the jocks she'd dated before. After all, this WAS Beca Mitchell. The girl who didn't appear to care about anyone or anything other than herself.

"Well..um..you sing really good so I'd let you do that all the time.." Chloe's eyebrows raised, her face softening. Beca had been stood by the bike sheds one day smoking when she'd heard Chloe getting out of her car, singing a Mariah Carey chart-topper. Beca could've sworn she'd never heard anyone sing so beautifully before. Then Sean, the idiot jock she'd been dating at the time, had told her to "Shut up". Beca had watched as Chloe's shoulders had slumped, immediately ceasing her singing. "And even though I think Posen is a total jerk, I'd still insist you spend time with her because she's your best friend hi…" a smile slowly crept onto Chloe's face as Beca shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to another, "And um…well I like music so…I would make you a bunch of cool mixed tapes you could play in your car…"

The bathroom fell silent as the two teens stood nervously in front of each other. Chloe was smiling and Beca was now lost in her bright blue eyes. She'd never realised how bright Chloe's eyes were before now.

"Sounds like you're right…you would do a better job at dating me…" the redhead said quietly with a soft smile on her face.

Suddenly the door of the bathroom flew open and Aubrey stood in the doorway, "Chloe, there you are, I've been looking everywhere for you!" Beca turned to glare at her and Aubrey scorned at the sight of the younger teen, "What are you looking at scumbag?" but to Beca's surprise Chloe cleared her throat, stepped past the brunette, and up to her best friend, gently coaxing the blonde out of the bathroom.

"Nothing," Chloe said calmly, "She's looking at nothing. Come on…"

And Beca watched in shock as Chloe stepped out of the bathroom with her best friend. The door swung shut leaving the brunette stood alone in the 'secret bathroom', unable to fathom how Chloe had been able to 'forgive' Aubrey so quickly.

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That evening Beca was sat at her desk in her dark bedroom. Posters were scattered about on the walls. The only light came from a bunch of skull-shaped fairy lights hung around her room and her desktop computer while she messed about with some cheap but cool mixing programme her Mom had bought her one time. She thought she heard the doorbell ring but she couldn't be sure, her sound system blaring out some Imogen Heap music.

Suddenly she heard a knocking on her bedroom door. "Mom I said I'm not hungry!" Beca yelled, rolling her eyes at how frustrating her mother was whenever she insisted on feeding her only child up. But the knocking sounded again and the teen sighed, rising from her chair and striding over to the door. As she wrenched it open she jumped, because the person at the door wasn't her mother at all. It was CHLOE!

"Ummm hi…" Chloe said nervously with a small smile, "Your uh…your Mom sent me up here when you didn't answer her so…"

Beca swallowed loudly. She'd never expected Chloe Beale to turn up at her house. Let alone be outside her bedroom door. This was Chloe Beale. The most popular and most beautiful girl at Barden High. The brunette stepped aside allowing the stranger to walk into her bedroom. As she closed the door behind her she watched with a furrowed brow as Chloe slowly did a lap of her bedroom, her fingertips smoothing their way over the surface of Beca's desk as she looked up at the posters she passed.

"Cute room…" Chloe muttered thoughtfully with a curious smile on her face. Beca stepped further into the room with a furrowed brow. How did she know where she lived? And what was she even doing here?

"How-" Beca began but Chloe quickly interjected.

"Your Mom & my Mom both sing for the same acapella group in the city. I got your address from her."

"And wh-"

"-what am I doing here?" Chloe asked, then let out a quiet giggle, "Good question." The redhead appeared to be fiddling with a long necklace around her neck as she turned to look at Beca, stepping closer to her, but Beca wasn't looking at the necklace, she was too busy looking at her face, somewhat mesmerised by her expression, "I wanted to say thank you. For earlier. I never expected to find someone in those bathrooms. That's why I went there. But I'm glad I did…so…"

Beca held her breath. She thought she'd just seen Chloe glance down at her lips but she couldn't be sure.. though the way she was biting her bottom lip at the moment Beca had a feeling she might have been right. This was Chloe Beale. The girl who was reknowned around the school for making out with then having sex with almost every guy in her year, and some who had been older than that. Why wouldn't she be looking down at Beca's lips when they were stood so close together in the privacy of Beca's bedroom?

"Aaaaand I wanted to say that anyone would be lucky to date you…Even me…"

Beca definitely saw Chloe looking down at her lips this time and it was enough of a sign for the brunette to stride forward and throw her lips against Chloe's. She snuck her arms around the older teen's waist, pulling their bodies tight together.

Despite initial hesitation on the redhead's behalf, before long Chloe had brought her hands to Beca's cheeks, cupping her face as their kiss intensified.

Chloe was in shock. Shock for so many different reasons:
One: she'd never kissed another girl before. There'd been rumours around school that she and Aubrey had kissed before but they were exactly that - rumours - she had never once even entertained the idea of kissing her best friend.
Two: the girl she was kissing - her first kiss with a girl - was Beca effin Mitchell! That weirdo that Aubrey hated so much and that Chloe hadn't really noticed before earlier today. That 'weirdo' who had actually been way kinder than Chloe had ever expected her to be.
And Three: she had to admit, this kiss was veering on the best kiss she'd ever had. Beca's lips were soft despite the force at which they were pressing their faces against one another. ALL the boys she'd kissed in the past had insisted on quickly sticking their tongue in her mouth and leaving it in there while they rolled it around her tongue and teeth. Chloe just presumed that was how all kisses were supposed to be even though she hated it. But Beca appeared to keep her tongue to herself, which was a pleasant surprise.

As the time ticked on, the two teens remained stood, kissing in the middle of Beca's bedroom while Imogen Heap's "Speak For Yourself" album played - Beca's favourite album of the moment. Chloe furrowed her brow at one point, wondering why Beca hadn't made the move that so many boys before her had made. The move where they'd place their hands on her hips and slowly move her backwards towards their bed. No, Beca remained stood with her arms wrapped around Chloe's waist, delicately tracing her tongue along Chloe's bottom lip from time to time, but certainly not forcing her tongue into Chloe's mouth.

It was a strange sensation. Not just because Beca was female but because for the first time Chloe was in fact taller (by only a couple of inches) and everso slightly bigger than the person she was kissing. It was unusual to be the one doing the 'cheek cupping' and craning her head down to kiss, but at the same time it felt…right?

And suddenly Chloe relaxed. For the first time ever she felt safe in the arms of the person she was kissing, and those arms happened to belong to Beca Mitchell. The gruffy teen who was in the year below her at school. She felt confident enough to trace her own tongue along Beca's bottom lip and as soon as she did the brunette opened her mouth slightly.

Chloe took a leap of faith and delicately slid her tongue into Beca's mouth, then chickened-out and slid it out. She felt an urge to break the kiss. To apologise to the petite teen for being so forward. But suddenly Beca began to kiss Chloe in a way she'd never been kissed before.

Beca gently pushed her tongue into Chloe's mouth, curling it up between her top lip and teeth, bringing it back then breaking the kiss before changing the angle of her face slightly and doing it again. Over and over.

Chloe felt her insides begin to bubble away, her fingers running their way through Beca's long brown hair while Beca brought a hand up to cup Chloe's left cheek. The redhead began to replicate Beca's kissing technique and suddenly their motions began to get a little more frantic. Quick bursts of short deep kisses were repeated over and over as their fingers began running between each other's long hair, and their hands roamed over one another's backs and hips.

Then Chloe felt it. That move. Beca had nudged her hips with both hands. Chloe had been expecting it (though she had expected it far sooner) but for the first time in her life she didn't feel intimidated by it. For the first time she didn't hesitate. She didn't have a momentary dip of dread in her stomach. And suddenly she realised: it was because she TRUSTED the person who had done it. She trusted Beca, the young woman who by all accounts was a total stranger - yet Chloe felt some sort of affinity with her.

Chloe prepared herself to be pushed backwards towards Beca's bed, much like the boys she'd made out with in the past had always done, but to her surprise she felt the brunette hold her hips gently, guiding her in a circle on the spot until they had essentially swapped places, their mouths still connected. Chloe could feel her heart racing but more out of curiosity as Beca slowly began walking backwards, gently pulling Chloe by the hips as they moved. She could tell when they'd reached the edge of the mattress because the brunette stumbled for a moment before stopping.

Beca broke their kiss, slightly breathless due to the anticipation of being able to pull Chloe Beale onto her bed. Right now she had no greater desire than joining the long line of jocks at the school who wore their 'one amazing night with Beale' badges with pride (well, they boasted about it anyway..)

This wasn't her first time kissing another girl. Far from it. In fact she herself boasted quite the list of encounters with other girls – sisters of her guy mates who were foolishly curious about what it was like to kiss another girl, then their girl friends too. Her sexual encounters was a drunk night with one of her guy mate's slightly older sisters (who was more experienced in that department), and a cheeky fumble on three occasions in the bathrooms of a bar in the city (such was the bonus of having a good fake ID). There was also her kinda-ex-boyfriend Danny, who she'd lost her virginity to before her girl-encounters. That had been a mistake..

Beca presumed by the way Chloe was looking at her that she wanted this as much as she did. So with a lazy grin Beca sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled Chloe down by her hands. The redhead automatically straddled her hips, wrapping her arms around Beca's neck while Beca held her tightly by the waist to keep her on her small lap. Then they began to kiss again. This time their tongues darted in and out of one another's mouths and a small moan gurgled at the back of Chloe's mouth as Beca reached around and held her ass. The redhead automatically ground against Beca, causing the smaller woman to let out a small moan herself.

Beca remembered often overhearing the jocks at school talk about how even though sex with Chloe was a 'quick fuck' that was how she seemed to like it. So Beca made sure to keep that in mind..
Chloe let out a sigh as Beca broke their kiss and immediately brought her lips to her neck instead. A smile grew on Chloe's face as Beca licked and nibbled her neck between kisses. This was definitely the best make out session she'd ever had. Beca was gentle and firm all at once, remaining in control but without being controlling. All the previous guys she'd made out with had been controlling, and Chloe hadn't realised that until now…

She felt Beca guiding her to the side and Chloe scootched herself off Beca's lap and onto her bed. The brunette wasted no time in joining her, straddling her right thigh, laying against her as their mouths met once again. This time their kisses were long and slow. Sometimes their tongues met. Sometimes they didn't. And for the first time during a make out session Chloe didn't feel under pressure. For the first time she was actually enjoying it. She began pulling Beca's top up, always loving the feel of skin against her fingertips as she made out, and Beca wasted no time in taking her own top off, throwing it onto a space on the bed beside them.

Chloe dragged her fingertips up Beca's back, noting how odd it was that they were met by a bra strap 2/3rds of the way up. Naturally Beca began pawing at the base of Chloe's top, tugging it up and Chloe felt it only fair that she obliged, so pushed the brunette up so she could pull it over her head. As she threw her top onto Beca's beside them she bit her bottom lip, loving how Beca's eyes seemed to bulge at the sight of her bra. Chloe knew she had a good figure. She was pretty confident about all of it.

The teens quickly resumed their kissing. After several minutes however Beca began slowly tracing her fingertips down Chloe's torso and slid them past the hem of her jeans. Suddenly Chloe snapped out of her passionate trance, her heart skipping a beat as she quickly broke their kiss and brought her hand down to grab Beca's arm.

"Wait" Chloe said and Beca did. In fact she did more than wait. She stopped, pulled her hand out of Chloe's jeans in a flash, and swore under her breath.

Chloe began to panic. She was such a disappointment. She knew she was. She ALWAYS was. But this time she hated that she was disappointing Beca. The person who had been so kind to her.

Beca meanwhile had sat up from Chloe and slid to the edge of her bed again. She felt like such an idiot. Of course Chloe fucking Beale hadn't wanted to have sex with her…

"Sorry," she said in a disappointed voice. She was angry with herself, "that was stupid of me…"

"No it's just…I haven't-"

"-Done it with a girl before. Yeah, I…I dunno why I thought you'd even want to actually…"

Beca looked down at her hands that were now in her lap. Oh god she felt like such an idiot. The poor girl had come round here to say thank you and Beca had gone and made out with her. Had pushed her onto her bed presuming she'd want to have sex. All because she was Chloe Beale. One of the two girls in school who had a reputation for sleeping with a lot of boys.. Way to go Mitchell…

"No I mean…I haven't done it. Ever." Chloe said tentatively. Beca snapped her head back to Chloe.

"What?!"

Chloe looked perplexed at the reaction. Embarrassed almost. But Beca had begun furrowing her brow, "But…all the guys at school. The jocks. They all boast about how they've slept with you. They even have a club!" It was true. It was sick, but true. They high-gives about it far too much.

"Yeah well I…I make out with them for a bit then I dump them before we…you know…" Chloe said quietly, curling her knees up to her chest.

"But…they talk about how they've slept with you all the time! Doesn't that bother you?"

Chloe shrugged, "I don't care. They can say what they want to say about me, at least I know the truth."

"But Chloe that's…that's YOUR body they're talking about! As though it's a piece of meat!"

"It's ok Beca…"

"No it's…ugh I'm such an idiot!"

"No you're not, honest!"

"I am! You came round here to say thank you and I fucking kissed you! You're now on my bed! I've taken advantage of you Chloe!"

"Beca you're so much more nicer than any of the guys I've stopped making out with in the past! Believe me, you're not taking advantage!"

Beca froze as she looked at Chloe and suddenly she felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Did…did any of those guys force you to do anything you didn't want to do?" She asked in a quiet voice. She watched as Chloe hesitated and suddenly Beca felt sick.

Chloe watched as Beca reached out for their tops beside her. Okay, so what if she'd felt so guilty in the past for getting each guy sexually riled up that she felt obliged to…help them out… and so what if it was always their suggestion and she just did as they said as a way of apologising?

Chloe saw Beca hold her top out towards her, "Here," the brunette said quietly. Chloe looked down at the top then back up at the teen who looked at her with a soft expression, "I'm not anything like those guys, and I don't wanna be…" The redhead slid to the edge of the bed beside Beca and took her top from her hand with a grateful expression, "Like I said to you this afternoon," Beca continued quietly, "you deserve so much better than them, Beale."

"Thanks Mitchell." Chloe said in an equally quiet voice and a small smile grew on her face at Beca chuckled at the nickname. The two teens began putting their tops on.

Once Chloe was sure she was relatively presentable again she gave Beca a sidewards glance, "So have you been with many girls before?"

"You gonna report back to Posen with this info?" Beca replied sharply, and Chloe's expression opened in surprise and defence:

"No I was just curi-"

"-I was only kidding dude, chill out." Beca interrupted with a chuckle, loving the sound of Chloe's fresh giggle that came out of her mouth. "I've had sex with a couple of women before, yeah…"

"Ah…what's it like?" Chloe asked tentatively and Beca simply bit her bottom lip with a small smile and a shrug.

"Did you…want me to show you…maybe?"

Chloe's heart jumped into her throat. She'd been asked on many an occasion by many a guy to have sex with them. But she'd never been asked so politely. And certainly never by a girl.

There was something in the way that Beca looked at her that put Chloe at immediate ease. As though the teen would do anything and everything for Chloe and not for herself. So Chloe bit her bottom lip and nodded gently.

The teens fell silent as they looked at one another. Chloe felt her heart racing as Beca slowly reached out and gently tucked a lock of her long red hair behind her ear, then smoothed her thumb against her cheek, cupping it with her hand. Chloe sighed into the contact as Beca whispered, "We'll take everything slowly. Don't be afraid at any time to tell me to stop."

And a soft smile grew on Chloe's face while she watched Beca slowly close the gap between them again, placing a delicate kiss on her lips..