Chloe laid on the bed in Stacie and Aubrey's guest room just staring at the ceiling. It had been two weeks since she left the hospital.

Two weeks and one day since she last saw Beca.

Two weeks and one day since Beca last said anything to her.

It had been one week since she last had a drink. And that was only because Stacie found an empty tequila bottle next to her bed. Despite Aubrey and Stacie disposing of all the alcohol in their house, she managed to get a bottle of tequila. She only drank enough to take the edge off over the span of three days. On the third day, she had finished off the bottle and was too wasted to take it to the trash. The empty bottle had slipped out of her hand and onto the floor by the bed. That's where Stacie found it.

Aubrey yelled at her for over an hour about her drinking and being drunk. She just laid there, much like she was now, just staring at the ceiling. She knew Aubrey and Stacie were being good friends but, honestly, she didn't need friends, she needed a drink.

*oOo*oOo*oOo*

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since Beca walked away from the hospital. Away from Chloe.

Two weeks of avoiding calls and texts from Aubrey, Stacie, and Chloe.

Two weeks of closing herself off in her studio trying to get the track she needed to get done completed. She was constantly losing focus but finally got through it after two weeks.

Beca sat back for a minute after listening to the final cut. She felt somewhat at peace now that the song was done. Working on the song helped. The pain was still there but not as sharp. It was more a dull ache in the pit of her stomach. Her heart was healing, and she thinks she's ready to talk to Chloe. Just not now.

Beca left her studio and made her way to the kitchen to get some water. She grabbed a bottle out of the refrigerator and grabbed her phone off the counter. She sat down and decided to read the texts and listen to the voicemails she'd been avoiding for the past two weeks.

She took a deep breath and started with Stacie's texts. There weren't any surprises at first until she reached one from a week ago. Apparently, Chloe was finding a way to drink even though Aubrey and Stacie had disposed of all the alcohol from their home.

Beca deleted the texts and voicemails from Stacie and Aubrey. She wasn't ready to deal with them yet. She keeps Chloe's texts and voicemails. She honestly doesn't know why. It's like a part of her didn't want to hear what Chloe had to say, but another part of her did. So, she kept them. And one day she'd be able to read and listen to everything. Today was just not that day.

*oOo*oOo*oOo*

It's now going on two months that Chloe's been staying with Aubrey and Stacie. She was thinner than she was even a month ago, and her hair and eyes lacked the brightness they once had. She had bags under her eyes that were more noticeable every day. She stayed in her room unless Aubrey physically forced her out. No matter what she did, Chloe always managed to sneak back into her room so she could be alone.

It was a lazy Sunday morning as Chloe sat on the side of the bed sending Beca her daily text. She had gotten into the habit of texting something to the DJ every day. Asking if they could talk; asking if she was eating; asking if she was taking care of herself; and, today, asking if there was still a chance for them. She sent off the text, not expecting an answer.

She laid down with her legs hanging over the side of the bed. She kept wanting to go to the house and see Beca but Aubrey and Stacie always talked her out of it. She was thankful to them for it. She knows if she goes over to Beca's that she may make things worse than they already were. Time is what Beca needs they told her, so time is what she's going to give her.

Chloe's phone pinged with a message and she sat up feeling around the bed for her phone. She was excited because maybe Beca texted her back. She found her phone and looked at the notification was excited that it was actually from Beca.

Beca: There's always a chance for us.

Tears came to Chloe's eyes. She might still be able to salvage her marriage after all. Her phone pinged again, and she looked at it expecting to see another message from Beca. It was from Sarah. She's told Sarah several times to leave her alone but she continued to harass her. This time she sent the video from that night in Sacramento with a text saying they needed to get together again. Chloe was fuming.

Chloe got up and went stomping out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen where Stacie and Aubrey were sitting and enjoying a cup of coffee. Stacie was looking at a text Beca had just sent her and was smiling.

"She's at it again," Chloe said angrily tossing her phone at Aubrey.

Aubrey caught the phone. "I'm guessing we're talking about Sarah?"

"Yes," Chloe said. "I don't know what to do."

"Give me that," Stacie said grabbing the phone from Aubrey.

"What are you going to do?," Aubrey asked.

Stacie ignored her and started typing. After about a minute she hit send and tossed the phone on the counter. Chloe grabbed it up immediately.

"What did you do?," Chloe asked opening her phone. She pulled up her texts and read what Stacie wrote her eyes got wide. "I can't believe you actually did that."

"What did she write?," Aubrey asked trying to see the phone screen. Chloe handed Aubrey the phone. Aubrey read the text out loud.

Chloe: Beca already knows and I don't understand why you keep trying. It couldn't have been very good if I can't remember any of it. You do know you violated the CA two-person consent law, right? Keep bothering me and I will have charges filed against you.

"Do you think it will work?," Aubrey asked handing Chloe her phone.

"I guess we'll see," Stacie said.

"On a bit of a happier note," Chloe said. "I sent Beca my morning text asking if there was still a chance for us and she wrote back 'there is always a chance for us'. That's good, right?"

"It sounds promising," Aubrey said. "But, don't expect it to happen overnight. You know how Beca is. If she's going to come around, it will have to be on her terms."

*oOo*oOo*oOo*

Beca was laying on the couch mindlessly flipping through channels, finally stopping on Food Network's The Kitchen. Two months. It's been two months since Beca found out about Chloe's cheating. Two months of wallowing in hurt and self-pity. So, here she was on another lazy Sunday morning wishing Chloe were with her so she'd drag her to the local Farmer's Market and grocery shopping.

Two months of missing not only Chloe but Stacie and Aubrey, too. As if reading her thoughts, Beca's phone pinged with a text message from Chloe. Chloe had started texting her every morning with one thing or another. Beca ran a hand through her hair and opened it.

Chloe: Is there still a chance for us?

Today's text was a bit different than her others. She didn't want to acknowledge it let alone answer it, but she decided maybe it was time to open the lines of communication. She texted back: There is always a chance for us.

She was surprised when her phone chimed within seconds of sending the text. She checked it and it wasn't from Chloe but from Stacie.

Stacie: Beca? This sucks, okay? It's been 2 months and I miss my friend. I really want to see you and talk to you. In person. Can we just get coffee or something? Please? Just text me and I'll be there.

Beca decided to text Stacie. She missed her friend, too. Almost as much as she was missing Chloe.

Beca: Come by the studio tomorrow. I'm good any time just text me a time.

Beca didn't have to wait long before Stacie texted her back.

Stacie: I'll be there at 10:00 am. Thank you.

*oOo*oOo*oOo*

The next morning Beca grabbed her phone and wallet off the counter and picked up her keys from the hook by the door. She got in her car and drove to the studio, greeting everyone with a smile and a wave. She was excited to see Stacie today. She really has missed her.

Beca had just checked the clock and saw that it was almost 10:00. She smiled when she heard a knock on her door.

"Come in," Beca called out.

"Beca?," Allison, Beca's Assistant, stuck her head in the door. Seeing Beca sitting at the mixing table, she said, "Stacie's here."

"Send her in," Beca said as she took off her headphones and jumped up.

Stacie came in and engulfed Beca in a tight hug. "I've missed you, short stuff," Stacie said.

"I've missed you, too, Legs," Beca said. "Let's go downstairs to the coffee shop."

They head downstairs and enter the coffee shop. They were in line waiting their turn when Stacie looked at Beca and sighed. "You know it's not fair that you shut me out just because you and Chloe are-whatever it is you are."

"I know, Stacie," Beca said. "I just-. I didn't want to hear anything about Chloe. I just wanted to forget things and be by myself for a while."

"She misses you," Stacie said quietly.

"I miss her, too," Beca said. "I'm just having a little trouble getting past the cheating, you know?"

"I know," Stacie said. "And, I love you so don't take this the wrong way, but you look like shit."

"Hi, can I take your order," the cashier asked.

Beca and Stacie placed their orders. The barista gave them their coffee and they found a table. Beca took a sip of her coffee.

"I look like shit because I haven't been sleeping very well," Beca said. "So, how are, um, things?"

"If you want to know how Chloe is, just ask," Stacie said and sipped her coffee.

"Fine," Beca said. She shifted in her seat and looked around the coffee shop. "How is she doing?"

"Are you sure you want to know?," Stacie asked. "I don't want to push you or pressure you into anything."

"Come on, Stacie," Beca whined. "Just tell me."

"Chloe looks even worse than you do," Stacie said. "But at least we got her to stop using alcohol as a coping mechanism."

"That's good to hear," Beca said playing with the lid of her coffee cup. "I don't like it when she's hurting."

"There's something else," Stacie said. "It has to do with that person."

"It's fine," Beca said. "Just tell me."

"Chloe is getting a restraining order against...that person," Stacie said. Beca smiled as Stacie continued to refuse to say Sarah's name. "She's still harassing Chloe via text and voicemail messages."

"Okay," Beca said. "Why wouldn't you want to tell me that? That's a good thing."

"Well, there's more," Stacie said. "And I don't want you to freak out about it."

"Oh, God," Beca said and slouched in her seat. "Chloe's seeing someone else? Oh, my God! We're still married. What is she thinking? She can't-

"Beca!," Stacie yells to get her to stop. Beca's mouth snaps shut and she notices people looking at them. "What part of 'she looks worse than you do' screams she's seeing someone else?"

"Sorry," Beca said softly.

"I can't believe you sometimes," Stacie said shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, okay?," Beca said. "Go on. What else is there?"

"That person sent Chloe the video she took," Stacie said. Beca rolled her eyes and looked away. "It's obvious that Chloe is not coherent or even knows what's going on. Aubrey thinks since Chloe wasn't capable of giving consent, that person can be charged with taping Chloe under the two-person consent law."

"So, you're saying Chloe cheated on me without knowing what she was doing?," Beca asked.

"Basically, yeah," Stacie said. "I know it's kind of out there, but that's what it looked like. I haven't shared this with anyone else, but, personally, I think Chloe was drugged."

"What do you mean 'drugged'?," Beca asked.

"It's just my theory," Stacie said. "It would explain a lot. I've known Chloe for a long time and she never gets so drunk that she doesn't remember anything. And she honestly doesn't remember anything that happened between having drinks at the bar and waking up the next morning. Even seeing everything on the video didn't bring up any memory of it. Usually, once you tell Chloe what happened, she remembers it."

"I hear what you're saying," Beca said. "I just can't get past the part where she had sex with someone else. I mean she could just be saying that so it would show her in a bad light. I never really hated her. I love her so much and it still hurts. It's like a sickness. "

"I know," Stacie said. "But, it's obvious she didn't know what was happening. Plus, if Chloe was drugged, that person could go to jail. The only problem is it would be hard to prove. People who were at the bar could tell how Chloe was drinking a lot and that's how she ended up in bed with that bitch. So, probably the best Chloe can do is get a restraining order. She and Aubrey went to a lawyer's office this morning to see what Chloe's options are."

Beca doesn't say anything and she just stares at Stacie.

*oOo*oOo*oOo*

"Thanks for coming with me, Brey," Chloe said as they sat in the reception area of a lawyer's office.

"You're welcome," Aubrey said. "I'm just glad you finally decided to do it."

"I think the text Stacie wrote might help," Chloe said. "I haven't received a new text since then and she's been sending them daily. There's nothing yet today." Chloe ran her hand through her hair.

"I know you're nervous," Aubrey said. "That's why I'm here. I just want to make sure you don't miss anything important the lawyer might say."

"I'm not just nervous, Brey," Chloe said. "I'm scared shit-"

"Chloe Mitchell?," the receptionist called. "Ms. Marshall will see you now."

"Thank you," Chloe said as she and Aubrey were ushered into Ms. Marshall's office.

"Good afternoon, ladies," a slender, African-American woman said as they entered the office. "I'm Theresa Marshall." She held out her hand to the two women. "Please, call me Terri."

"Chloe Mitchell," Chloe said and shook Terri's hand.

"Aubrey Posen," Aubrey said also shaking Terri's hand.

"Posen?," Terri questioned. "Are you related to Jack Posen?"

"He's my father," Aubrey said.

"Ah," Terri Marshall said. "He's a good man. Hell of a lawyer."

"Yes, ma'am, he is," Aubrey said.

"Please, ladies, have a seat," Terri said indicating two chairs in front of a desk. She walked around the desk and sat. Once Chloe and Aubrey were seated across from her, she looked at the two. "What can I do for you ladies?"

Chloe cleared her throat and started talking. She told Terri she wanted to get a restraining order and included everything that had happened starting with how she met Sarah.

"I'll need to see the texts and the video," Terrie said. "Do you have them with you?"

Chloe blushed and nodded her head. "Um, I just want the restraining order against her. To stop her from harassing me with all the texts and voicemails."

"Mrs. Mitchell," Terri said getting Chloe to look at her. "Everything in this room is confidential. I need to see the video to determine if we can make a case against this Sarah woman for violating the two-person consent laws. No one else will see it. At least from this office."

"You mean someone else may see it?," Aubrey asked, not having thought that was a possibility before.

"Well, I don't know who Sarah has shown it to, or may show it to," Terri said. "But if what you say is on that video is actually on that video, she will have to show it to her lawyer because she will definitely need one. And in order to build a case against her, the police will need to see it when you file a police report. I can't promise that it won't be viewed by several people before this is over."

Chloe looked at Aubrey with tears in her eyes. Aubrey took Chloe's hand and gave it a squeeze. Chloe licked her lips and put a strand of hair behind her ear. She cleared the lump from her throat.

"Um, let's proceed," Chloe said and unlocked her phone and handed it to Terri.

"I'll only look at enough of the video to tell me if there is a case here, okay?," Terri said with a small smile.

Chloe nodded her head and looked down at the floor. It was bad enough that she lost Beca over this, now it looks like everyone was not only going to know about it but they were going to see it as well. She was thinking about what she was going to tell her parents. She wiped a tear that fell.

"Mrs. Mitchell?," Terri said getting Chloe to look at her again. "I believe we can get a restraining order based on the text messages alone. And, looking at the video it's quite obvious that you are clearly unable to consent to anything. If you really want to proceed, we'll have to file a police report of the incident. Unfortunately, the video will need to be used as evidence."

"Can we just do the restraining order?," Chloe asked looking down at her hand.

"If that's what you want," Terri responded.

"Can we also send a cease and desist letter?," Aubrey asked. "To keep Sarah from sharing or posting the video?"

"I see your father's taught you a few things," Terri said with a smile. "And, yes we can send a cease and desist letter, along with a restraining order. It will be a good way to show her that you are serious about being left alone. We can also threaten her with the violation of the two-party consent laws. Most people will decide that harassing you is not worth suffering costly legal fees or going to jail. If they still are not getting the hint, sending the letter can be used as evidence against them in court. "

"Okay," Chloe said. "Let's do that."

*oOo*oOo*oOo*

Three months after the Sacramento incident, Stacie and Beca were having lunch. They had started meeting on a regular basis and Stacie was filling Beca in on what was going on with Chloe.

"It took a few days," Stacie told Beca. "But Terri Marshall, the lawyer Chloe hired, walked Chloe through all the steps necessary to get the restraining order in place. A temporary restraining order, along with the cease and desist letter was delivered to Sarah Hamilton, that's her full name. A court date was provided to make the temporary order a permanent one. With the threat of possible charges and going to jail, Sarah backed off and hasn't bothered Chloe anymore. The video was deleted and as far as everyone knows, Sarah had only sent it to Chloe."

"So, Sarah was just basically a bully?," Beca asked Stacie. "What a bitch."

"Yep," Stacie said. "Chloe's actually doing a bit better now. She's getting out more and is starting to eat regularly. That's not to say she stopped crying herself to sleep, but she's getting there. How about you? How are you doing?"

"I'm doing...okay," Beca said. "I guess."

"It's been three months, Becs," Stacie said. "I know you have a thing about people who cheat, but there are extenuating circumstances in play here. If I thought that Chloe had purposely cheated on you, she wouldn't be allowed to stay in our house. I don't care if she is Brey's best friend. I think it's time you talked to your wife."

"I know," Beca said and set her fork down. "I've already forgiven Chloe." Beca sighs and looks down at her plate.

"So what are you going to do?," Stacie asked.

"I think it's time I talked to my wife," Beca said.

*oOo*oOo*oOo*

It took Beca another two weeks to work up the courage to talk to Chloe. She may have waited longer but their first anniversary was coming up in a little over two weeks and she wanted to spend it with her wife. She was standing outside Stacie and Aubrey's door. She took a deep breath and knocked. She was thrown a little when Aubrey answered and grabbed her in a hug as soon as she saw her.

"Beca! I've missed you," Aubrey said and pulled out of the hug. "Please, come in."

"Thank you," Beca said and entered the house. "I was, uh, hoping I could talk to Chloe."

"Chloe's upstairs," Aubrey said. "I'll get her. Stacie's in the kitchen having coffee. Why don't you wait in there with her."

"Okay," Beca said and headed for the kitchen while Aubrey went upstairs.

"Hey, Stace," Beca said when she walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, Beca," Stacie said. "Good to see you. Want some coffee?"

"Yes, please," Beca said and sat at the counter.

*oOo*oOo*oOo*

Aubrey knocked on Chloe's door and walked in. Chloe was wrapped in a towel and looking for something to wear.

"Good morning, Brey," Chloe said over her shoulder.

"Beca's here," Aubrey said, causing Chloe's head to snap around to her. "And, she wants to talk to you."

"Beca's here?," Chloe asked. Aubrey nods. "To see me?" Another nod. "Oh, my God."

Chloe starts going through her clothes. "I need to find something nice to wear." She looks at Aubrey. "Can you do my hair for me." She then starts looking frantically around the room. "Where's my makeup?"

"Chloe, calm down," Aubrey said grabbing the redhead. "Just throw on something and get downstairs before she changes her mind."

"You're right," Chloe said and takes a deep breath. "You're right. Could you go down and tell her I'll be like 10 minutes? And don't let her leave."

"Okay," Aubrey said. She reached around Chloe and grabbed a shirt and a pair of shorts and handed them to her before she walked out.

*oOo*oOo*oOo*

Beca turned to look when she heard someone coming into the kitchen.

"Chloe said she'll be about 10 minutes," Aubrey said as she sat next to Stacie at the counter. "She just got out of the shower and just needs to get dressed."

Beca thanked her and then kind of spaced out.

Stacie smiled and said, "You perv! You are so thinking about Chloe naked."

Beca blushed and sputtered, "What? No. Pfft. What?" Stacie and Aubrey both raised an eyebrow and just looked at her. "Okay, fine. I was. I mean it's been over three months and I miss my wife. A lot."

"Does that mean that you've forgiven Chloe and want her back?," Aubrey asked.

"Yeah, I have and I do," Beca said with a small smile.

All three heads turned when they heard soft, hesitant footsteps come into the kitchen. Chloe's eyes immediately went to Beca.

"Hey," Chloe said softly as she stood in the doorway.

"Hey," Beca said just as softly.

Aubrey stood up and grabbed Stacie's arm. "We'll leave you two alone."

"Are you sure that's wise?," Stacie asked. "There are a lot of sharp things in here."

Beca let out a small laugh. "I think we'll be okay, Stace."

Stacie gave her a quick wink. She and Aubrey walked out and Chloe moved to stand on the other side of the counter from Beca. The brunette and the redhead looked at each other and Chloe reached up to push back her hair.

"So, um, Aubrey said you wanted to talk," Chloe said nervously.

"Yeah, I do," Beca said just as nervous.

"Before you say anything," Chloe said. "I want to tell you again how sorry I am about what happened. I know that being stupid drunk is no excuse. And I-" Chloe's voice cracked and she cleared her throat. "I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore."

"Is that what you want?," Beca asked.

"God, no!," Chloe said quickly. "I mean-." Chloe swallowed and looked at Beca with tears in her eyes. "I love you so much, Beca. I know I hurt you but I swear I didn't know what was happening. Hell, I can't even remember how I got back to my room or anything until I woke up the next morning. I do know that I had, um, that I was with someone else and I hate myself that it happened. I just don't think I can stand it if you hate me, too."

Chloe wiped at the tears that had fallen and then stared down at her hands.

"I don't hate you," Beca said softly. "I admit that I kinda did at first, but it wasn't actual hate towards you. It was more I hated what happened." Beca paused trying to decide how this was going to go. She decided she would just lay it all out on the table. "I won't lie, it hurt when I heard you say you cheated on me. You know how I feel about cheaters. But, I also realized that I based everything I felt about cheating on what my dad did. I remembered him telling my mom he loved her every day. When I was alone and had time to think about things, I realized that he never actually said I love you to my mom. He would say 'love you' or 'you, too' whenever my mom told him she loved him. He had been cheating on my mom for a while before he finally left."

Chloe stood there and listened as Beca talked. Knowing that she had more to say so she quietly waited for her to continue.

"I guess what I'm saying is," Beca continued. "Not everything is as black and white as I made it out to be. My dad had been cheating for a while and living a lie the whole time he stayed with my mom. You were unaware of what was happening to you. It's like the whole comparing apples and oranges thing."

"I need to tell you something," Chloe said. "Something I should have told you about when it happened but at the time I didn't think it was that big a deal. I thought I had it handled."

"If you're talking about Sarah trying to kiss you at school," Beca said. "I already know. Stacie told me everything. Stacie also told me she saw some of the video and that it was obvious you were out of it."

"I swear to you Beca I would never have done that if I was aware of what was happening," Chloe said through her tears.

"I know," Beca said and gave her a small smile.

"Where do we go from here?," Chloe asked. "Because I want you to know that I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you if you'll still have me."

Beca got up and walked around to where Chloe was standing. Chloe let out a sob and put her hand to her mouth. Beca just held open her arms and Chloe stepped into them, putting her arms around Beca's neck. Beca put her arms around Chloe's waist. Chloe buried her head in Beca's neck and sobbed.

"Are we going to be okay?," Chloe mumbled against Beca's neck.

"Yeah, we're going to be okay," Beca said.

"I love you," Chloe choked out.

"I know," Beca said as tears fell down her face. "I love you, too."

They stood holding each other for a while. Both just finding comfort in the other. Knowing that there would be some bumps along the way, but that if they could get past this obstacle, nothing was going to stop them.

Chloe pulled back a bit from the hug and looked at Beca. Beca looked at Chloe and leaned in to kiss her. Chloe accepted the kiss and tightened her hold around Beca's neck to deepen the kiss. The kiss got heated quickly and they only stopped when they needed air. Beca looked into Chloe's eyes and smiled.

"Can we go home now?" Beca asked.

They both jumped when they heard Stacie squeal. She ran over to hug them both. Aubrey smiled at her wife and then at Beca and Chloe, before joining the group hug.

"I so knew you two would get back together once you talked," Stacie said excitedly.

The four friends pulled out of the hug.

"So, what's next for you guys?," Aubrey asked.

Beca and Chloe looked at each other. Stacie smiled. The three women looked at Aubrey and simultaneously said, "Makeup sex."

Full request from raffig23: Hi! Can you please write an angst story based on Figures, a reprise by Jessie Reyez [featuring Daniel Caesar]. Specifically where Chloe cheats on Beca and Beca hates Chloe at first and make up at the end.

BeChloeIsLegit Note:

I did not follow the song itself, just the message about cheating and the pain it caused. I love Chloe in the Pitch Perfect movies so I had to figure out a way to have her cheat without really 'cheating' per se. There are a whole boatload of other issues that I could have delved into but wanted it to be about Beca and Chloe getting through this and still being together (per the prompt to have them "make up at the end").

Thank you for listening and reading. I hope you enjoyed it.