Once she had the words in her mind, Beca prepared herself for the romantic gesture. She felt ridiculous as she made her way to the sorority house and even more so when she stood by Chloe's window, bending down to look for pebbles to throw at her window.

Finally finding one, she threw it a little too hard and she thought she heard the glass shatter.

She heard Aubrey let out a shriek and watched as the blonde opened the window. She rolled her eyes immediately upon seeing Beca and called Chloe over before disappearing from the window frame.

"Beca?" Chloe furrowed her brows, looking down at her as she wondered why Beca was outside the window instead of coming in the normal way.

"Sorry I broke your window," this wasn't really going as planned.

"That's okay, what were you trying to do?"

"Just listen to me for a minute," Beca pleaded, drawing a breath before she started reciting Shakespeare's forty-seventh sonnet, "Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, and each doth good turns now unto the other: when that mine eye is famish'd for a look, or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother."

Chloe was smiling in recognition of the poem, leaning into the window frame with her elbows wedged there. She waited for Beca to continue.

"With my love's picture then my eye doth feast, and to the painted banquet bids my heart; another time mine eye is my heart's guest, and in his thoughts of love doth share a part."

Sure, this was cheesy as hell, but upon seeing the redhead's reaction and the gigantic smile her words had elicited, Beca thought it was worth it.

"So…so…" Beca forgot the next line.

"So, either by thy picture or my love, thy self away, art present still with me," Chloe called out.

Those two lines caused her to remember the next two.

"For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, and I am still with them, and they with thee."

Together they recited the end of the sonnet.

"Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes' delight."

Beca's body grew warm and she stood there, wondering what she should do next. Chloe asked her to come upstairs and she did, immediately greeted by a startling kiss.

"You did good, kid," Aubrey complimented when they'd broken apart.

"Thanks," Beca breathed.

"You're paying for our window."

"I will, I swear," the brunette promised before Chloe grabbed her hand and pulled her outside.

The date was a simple one in which they picked up food from the café and dined together at one of the outside tables, but it didn't matter to either of them what they were doing. Chloe still wore the smile on her lips that she'd had ever since Beca had begun reciting Shakespeare's sonnet.

"You've captured my heart, Beca Mitchell," she told her between bites of her sandwich, "may I ask what you intend to do with it?"

"I'm going to put it in a jar by my bed," Beca quipped darkly.

The lover of Poe laughed, her hand dropping to her date's.

"You're perfect," she remarked, pushing a stray curl behind her ear, "Have you finished the Bell Jar yet?"

Beca put down her own sandwich, nodding quickly at the question while she swallowed the remains of the food in her throat.

"Yes, and I'm partway through Ariel, you're right, Sylvia Plath was an amazing writer," she admitted, gushing a little, "so I might've went to my advisor about taking on an English minor."

"No way, did you really?" this excited Chloe.

"I did. We'll probably have some classes together next semester!" Beca didn't usually get enthusiastic about much, but the book Chloe had lent her spoke to her a lot about some issues in her own life, and she had begun to delve into the author's other works, seeing more and more that she could relate to. It was this that caused her passion to ignite and for her decision to be made.

The rest of their lunch went pleasantly and that night the two girls and some friends (Aubrey, Stacie, Fat Amy and some others) went back to the Locker Room. Each of them participated in karaoke; Chloe singing "that Bruno Mars song" that Aubrey had told Beca about, and Beca doing an impressive version of Dr. Dre's "No Diggity" that earned her respect from the entire bar.

Chloe and Beca spent most of the weekend together brainstorming about their newest venture, a comic that would enlist both of their particular skills. It was a collaboration that worked well and the first drafts were crafted by Monday afternoon, in time for Beca to share them with her life drawing class.

"So you asked her out, huh?" Cynthia Rose asked when she saw the comic.

"Yup," Beca assured her.

"I never stood a chance, anyway," she laughed.

Beca wasn't really sure where all this was going to lead, but she tried not to worry herself with the details. Instead she enjoyed the time she spent with Chloe and let herself have fun with whatever this was between them. Chloe didn't pressure her into a relationship or even into sex, but both of those came in time, a natural condition of their close interaction on a daily basis. Beca probably wouldn't admit it, but she was strongly starting to believe in the concept of soul mates.