Hey guys! Thought I'd try my hands at taking prompts. Standard disclaimers apply I don't own Pitch Perfect or the wonderful characters.

Prompt: Beca and Chloe spend the summer in Chloe's family's beach house. It's up to you where the story goes.

June -

Like with most things in her life where Chloe Beale was involved Beca had no idea how it happened. How she had gone from planning her escape to LA to sitting in the passenger seat of Chloe's car heading not to LA, but to New York. About as far away from LA as she could get and yet, sitting in Chloe's car, music blasting way too loud, windows rolled down, Beca didn't regret her decision.

Since the inception of their friendship Beca had known that Chloe was impulsive. She acted before thinking based solely on her on her gut instinct and intuition that whatever she was about to do would work out in her favor. When Chloe had come up to her the night of her graduation, a little too tipsy for her own good and pulled Beca into a tight hug Beca didn't tense up like she normally would. A year of Chloe's touchy feely nature and her complete disregard of personal space had pretty much shattered Beca's idea of personal boundaries. At least where the red head was concerned.

" You okay there?" Beca asked her eye brow raised in question. Nothing surprised Beca more than when she saw a look of pure heart break cross over Chloe's face. " Hey, hey what's the matter?"

" This is it, I mean I'm going away after this. I won't be able to see you every day, who's going to make sure you smile and actually leave your dorm room for some sort of socialization?" The rest of Chloe's words were lost in some sort of indistinguishable series of mumbled words. Looking around the rest of the party Beca's first instinct was to find Aubrey, she didn't know what to do with a hyper emotional Chloe.

" Chloe that's a little dramatic don't you think?"

" You're going to LA Beca!"

" Shh Jesus! Come with me." Beca said pulling Chloe out of the small dorm that was filled with more people than fire code should allow. Beca didn't stop until they were out of the dorm building and into the warm night air.

" Sorry, I just...it's hitting me you know?"

" Yeah I know." Beca didn't want to voice how much the idea of an entire country being between her and the red head responsible for restoring her faith in people tore at her insides. It literally made her feel sick in ways that Beca had tried to avoid by keeping people at a distance.

" I'm not ready for that." Chloe stated firmly. She said it with such certainty that it sounded like Chloe was determined to stop time itself.

" I'm going to LA, you're going to New York. It's the next step in our lives Chloe. It's…it needs to happen."

" And it will. But not in two days." Beca was running out of ideas of how she could get Chloe to process that it wasn't a matter of wanting to. If Beca could she would bring Chloe with her to LA and they wouldn't have to deal with this, and Beca was pretty sure that Chloe felt the same way about taking Beca to New York.

" I don't understand."

" Come with me to my parent's beach house in the Hamptons for the summer. Two months where it can just be the two of us. Two months Bec, that's all I'm asking."

" It'll just be putting off the inevitable Chloe. It'll only make goodbye harder then." Beca argued.

" Maybe. But it'll give us time. Time to figure out what the Hell has been going on with us." And there it was, finally out in the open an acknowledge of the feelings that both of them had been trying to push under the rug and hide from. Neither of them had dared to say it or even hint at it even though it was blaringly obvious that there wasn't just platonic friendship going on between the two of them.

" Chloe…"

" Don't say that there isn't something because you and I both know that there is. Maybe it'll end up being nothing and I'll get to spend the summer with one of my best friends. Or maybe it'll be more. Do you really want to go to LA knowing that you and I didn't even try to figure it out?" Chloe challenged, the tipsiness completely gone from Chloe's blue eyes and Beca could only see the determination that would ultimately be her undoing. There were a million arguments that Beca could voice, each of them more valid than the one that came before. But instead she found herself nodding.

And that's how she ended up where she was. Forty minutes outside Atlanta, on their way to the Hamptons. How Beca hadn't known that Chloe's family was from money in all their months of friendship Beca didn't know. But Chloe's parents were allowing Chloe and by extension Beca to stay at their house for the summer.

" I'm really glad you decided to come with me." Chloe said over the music. Beca looked over at the red head, a pair of aviator sun glasses covering her cerulean eyes, her red hair blowing wildly in the wind.

" Me too. Even if this is the craziest idea I've ever hear." Beca said with a smile, her tone was her usual dry sarcasm. But she didn't want Chloe to think that she wasn't appreciative.

" Come on Beca, you need to live a little." Chloe said nudging Beca's thigh.

" This is me living a little. Driving to New York from Atlanta with this crazy red head I know." Beca teased.

" It'll be awesome."

" What not aca-awesome?" Beca asked pretending to be offended.

" I would have said it but I was pretty sure that you would hit me. Or simply jumped out of the car."

" I might have done one of those things. But I would have waited till you stopped so that you wouldn't crash."

" Good. I would really like to make it there in once piece."

They decided to drive non-stop instead of trying to find a motel to sleep for a couple of hours. Loading up on soda's and energy drinks for the drive, they made excellent time with Beca taking over for Chloe when the red head got too tired. The sun was just setting when they pulled into the gated community that Chloe's family's beach house was located. Beca sat quietly, practically glued to the passenger side window looking at all the houses that they passed.

" Dude you grew up here?" Beca asked looking at Chloe who seemed so casual about the wealth they were surrounded by.

" No I grew up in Florida. This was the summer house." Chloe said. Beca had to look at Chloe to gauge whether or not she was serious.

" Seriously? You know that isn't normal right?"

" It is too normal!" Chloe insisted when they pulled up the drive to the house.

" Wow! This is it?" Beca asked getting out and looking up at the house. Perfectly framed by the sun setting behind it the house was two stories with more windows than walls on the front. Beca could see inside that some of the lights had been turned on for them so that they weren't walking into a completely dark house, hearing Chloe mutter something about timers.

" Come on I'll give you the grand tour." Chloe said grabbing Beca's hand and pulling her inside. Following Chloe, Beca took in the house she'd be staying in. She wasn't used to stuff like this, luxury, beaches, all of it was such a foreign concept.

" Chloe, this place is amazing." Beca said following the red head around the living room, fully furnished with a 50" plasma TV hanging from the wall. Through the living room there was a pair of French doors that lead out to where Beca assumed was a patio. The kitchen was very modern but Chloe explained that it was rarely used.

" Upstairs is the master bedroom and the guest room. Out back are the pool and the beach." Chloe explained pointing to the stairs for emphasis.

" Should we take our bags to our rooms and take a nap? We did just drive for like twenty hours?" Beca suggested.

" Sounds nice." Chloe said helping Beca bring in their bags before showing Beca upstairs to the room she would be staying in. the guest room was easily three times the size of Beca's dorm room, with an actual bed that didn't double as a couch.

" Get some sleep. Our aca-awesome summer can begin tomorrow." Beca said lingering in the hallway that separated her bedroom from Chloe's. Chloe looked backward at the master bedroom and then to Beca.

" Stay with me." Chloe's request surprised Beca while making her heart almost stop in her chest.

" What?"

" Cuddle with me." Had it been anyone other than Chloe, Beca would have thought the request was strange. But this was Chloe. The red head who didn't know the meaning of the word personal space, who probably had on her list of hobbies 'cuddling'. And the only person that Beca didn't mind actually having physical contact with.

" Okay, let me go change." Beca said disappearing into her bedroom where her duffle bag waited for her on the bed. Rummaging through it until she found her pj pants and a tank top she didn't mind sleeping in. when Beca returned to the master bedroom she stopped in the door way, Chloe was waiting for her in the center of the kind size bed. Hesitating in the doorway Beca almost turned away and went back to her room. The nervousness of it finally hitting her, and Chloe's argument that had ultimately gotten her to agree to come to the beach house with Chloe ringing in her mind. To find out if there was possibly more than friendship going on between them.

But then Chloe reached out for Beca and Beca found her feet moving before her brain could really process it and she was crawling onto the bed. It was completely plausible that the two could have slept in the same bed without ever touching. But Chloe being Chloe she grabbed a hold of Beca as soon as the brunette was within arm's reach.

" I'm really glad you agreed to come." Chloe said sleepily, nuzzling into Beca like Beca were some kind of stuffed animal Chloe was used to cuddling with.

" Me too." Had Beca not been as tired as she was she would have paid more attention to the way her heart was somewhere in the vicinity of her throat and it felt like her stomach had become home to an entire colony of butterflies.

Chloe woke to the most delicious aroma filling the entire house. Of course it didn't hurt that she was starving but Chloe was crawling out of bed even before she was fully awake. Descending the stairs Chloe spotted Beca in the kitchen, diligently monitoring a skillet filled with some amazing looking concoction before turning to attend to a pot of boiling water.

" I didn't know you could cook." Chloe stated coming to sit on one of the stools at the counter where she could watch Beca without getting in the way.

" I'm learning there is a lot we don't know about each other." Beca replied turning off the heat and grabbing the plates she'd set aside.

" Who's fault is that?" Chloe challenged with a teasing smile.

" Touché. I found these in the pantry. Pasta with Alfredo sauce and broccoli. You ordered something like this once when we were out with the Bella's." Beca said putting a plate in front of Chloe.

" You remember?" Chloe asked seeing a blush color Beca's face. " It looks amazing."

" My mom taught me." Beca explained while they ate.

" I should thank her then." Chloe said.

" She died a few years ago." Beca confessed, her eyes downcast. Chloe abandoned her plate and circled around the counter and before Beca even knew what was happening Chloe's arms were around her shoulders and she was being pulled into a not entirely unwelcome embrace.

" I'm sorry." Chloe whispered Beca would have shrugged except that she was held captive by Chloe's arms.

" It's whatever. It happened." Beca was trying for apathetic but the way that her voice shook when she said it was a good indicator that it was anything but.

" It's not whatever. It's your mom."

" Really, I'm over it." It wasn't true. Beca still ached over her mother's death. It was a part of the reason she was so closed off. Watching her vibrant mother, who was not unlike Chloe in many aspects, waste away to nothing in the span of three years had been more than Beca was entirely ready to process.

" Beca…" Chloe pressed gently. She didn't want to push too hard but this was the most Beca had ever mentioned about her past. Especially with regard to her mother.

" Cancer. She fought hard. Almost beat it too. But in the end she needed a bone marrow transplant and I wasn't a match." Beca stopped. Chloe was released her from the embrace allowing Beca to escape to the other side of the kitchen.

" I'm sorry."

" She taught me how to cook over the course of a summer."

" Maybe you could teach me how to cook this summer." Chloe suggested.

" You want to learn how to cook?"

" I'm going to have to learn unless I wanna live off of take out in my apartment." Chloe said.

" Okay. We'll start tomorrow?"

" Deal. Still tired?" Chloe asked helping Beca with the dishes.

" Exhausted." Beca laughed abandoning the dishes and letting Chloe lead her upstairs.

Beca wasn't really surprised when Chloe insisted on sleeping in the same bed again. But she was surprised that she wasn't fighting it.

" Am I always going to wake up to you being gone?" Beca jumped when she felt her headphones being removed from around her ears. It was just after nine in the morning and Beca had been awake for probably two hours, deciding to use the time to work on some of her mixes and let Chloe sleep.

" I thought I'd let you sleep." Beca replied apologetically. Chloe looked adorable recently roused from sleep. She didn't look quite woken up yet. " There's coffee in the kitchen." Beca said glancing at the kitchen and seeing Chloe's eyes light up. Watching Chloe make her way to the kitchen and prepare her coffee Beca found herself staring at the red head. There was just something so domestic about what was happening and it had only been a day. Beca found herself embarrassed to admit she liked it.

" Next time wake me up." Chloe said coming back to join Beca, leaning against the table Beca had staged her lap top on. Holding the steaming mug of coffee in her hand Chloe eyed the younger girl. Beca looked adorable in an oversized hoodie sweatshirt and her pajama bottoms, her hair pulled back from her face though she hadn't bothered doing anything to style it. However Beca's trademark makeup was already in place, eyeliner and all.

" Why?"

" So we can spend the morning together." Chloe insisted groaning in delight as the taste of coffee swept over her tongue. Beca felt her entire body react to the sound in a way she had never experienced before. The sound was just so…dirty and yet so amazing at the same time. Had Beca not seen Chloe take a sip of the coffee the brunette would have thought that older girl was reacting to something entirely different.

" I think there is still some morning left. I mean it is the late hour of nine in the morning." Beca teased.

" Smart ass. What did you want to do today?"

" Well at some point today we need to go to the store because that gourmet meal that I made you last night pretty much cleaned out the kitchen. Other than that, I'm pretty open."

" There's a market a few miles down the road." Chloe answered. " We can do that after we spend some time on the beach."

" Beach? Why would we spend time on the beach?" The way Beca's tone rose with the incredulous nature of her question reminded Chloe of the first day of Bella's rehearsal when Aubrey had informed the girls about the cardio they would be expected to do.

" It's a beach house Beca." Chloe offered with a playful roll of her eyes before she moved to put herself between Beca and her computer. Instinctively pushing her chair back to get out of Chloe's way Beca wasn't expecting the sudden invasion into her space. Mainly she wasn't expecting that anyone would be crazy enough to get between her and her mixes. But with Chloe she really should give up on being surprised.

" What are you doing?"

" I did not invite you here so that you could spend the entire summer inside on your computer."

" Chloe…"

" So, house rules. You have to spend a minimum of two hours outside. With or without me. You can have your time with your mixes after that. Ooh and one cooking lesson per day." Chloe said listing the rules out on her fingers. Beca was torn on whether or not to be terrified of where these rules might lead her, or amused.

" Anything else?" Beca asked playfully.

" Yeah, but you're not going to like it." Chloe cautioned.

" I'm very sure of that. Lay it on me anyway."

" Every day you have to tell me something about you. A secret, or something that no one else knows." Beca was sure her jaw hit the floor when Chloe finished her sentence. She didn't open up to people, even Chloe.

" Chloe…" Beca warned, her voice low and uncertain.

" It doesn't have to be huge. Just something…something about your life, your dreams, anything so that I feel like I'm getting to know you more. Please? For me?" If only Chloe realized that when she asked things like that in such a way it was Beca's kryptonite. Her ultimate undoing would be Chloe saying the word 'please' because Chloe didn't pout. It would be unfair to call what she was doing pouting. It was just honest, Chloe wanted to know about Beca, she cared enough to ask Beca for honesty. And that, that was more powerful than any pout in the world.

" Okay. If you do the same."

" Deal."

Given that it was early in the morning Chloe allowed Beca to not change into her bathing suit to go down to the beach. The day would be a gorgeous one, probably in the high 70's if the weather man was to be believed. But it was still chilly in the early morning wind. So the two ventured down to the water where Chloe promptly set up a blanket for them to sit on.

Hours passed like minutes, sometimes they would talk but most of the time was spent in companionable silence while they both watched the wave's crash against the shore. The roar of the ocean filling the air with a sweet music that Beca couldn't duplicate on one of her mixes if she tried, but she wouldn't because she knew that it wouldn't do the sound justice if she did. Somewhere during the course of that time Chloe had slipped her hand into Beca's, that was when the concept of time started actually mattering to Beca. It wasn't how long it had been since they had been on the beach, it wasn't even how much longer she had to endure outside. It was how long she could keep Chloe's hand in hers. It felt so natural, so effortless that Beca couldn't help but be awed by it a little.

Chloe became hyper aware of Beca's scrutiny of their hand holding when out of the corner of her eye she saw the brunette shift. Beca turned her entire body away from the ocean and instead faced Chloe. But she focused on their hands, tracing small circles on the outside of Chloe's hands.

" Want my first confession?" Beca asked softly, so softly in fact that Chloe had to strain to hear it over the ocean.

" If you are." Chloe answered turning to face Beca.

" I love your hands." Beca stated.

" My hands?"

" Yeah. They're strong without being…I don't know manly I guess. And your skin is so soft." Beca explained, running the pad of her thumb over the back of Chloe's hand as if she were emphasizing her words.

" What are you doing?" Chloe asked, her voice no louder than a whisper.

" I don't know. Just…let me?" Beca requested. Chloe could only nod.

They stayed like that for a while longer, ocean forgotten, until Chloe declared that they had to make it to the market before it closed otherwise they would starve. The "market" as Chloe called it was really a small shop that was more of an organic, specialty food store. It would have everything that they needed, but Beca doubted she would be able to find anything unhealthy in the store at all.

But shopping with Chloe was an experience. In fact, in many ways shopping with Chloe reminded Beca a lot of Aubrey during Bella's rehearsals. They had to go down every aisle just in case there was something that they might want. It was kind of ridiculous. But Beca indulged Chloe, which also meant that their cart was full before they even got half way through the store. They had enough food to feed an army, but Beca didn't have the heart to tell Chloe that, the red head just looked so damned excited.

After the first day the two fell into a sort of routine, not surprisingly Beca never did stay in the room that was supposed to be hers. Every morning she would wake up, always before Chloe and she would make coffee and sometimes breakfast. The coffee aroma would wake Chloe who would come downstairs and usually would watch TV or something while allowing Beca to work on her mixes. And then the two would go down to the beach and talk, or not talk, there wasn't much else to do other than that.

As promised, Beca began teaching Chloe how to cook. Which, with the exception of the first lesson went pretty well. The first night had been pretty much a disaster, with the two of them lucky they didn't burn down the house. After that Beca learned that she needed to pay much closer attention to what Chloe was doing.

Beca wasn't sure when things started changing between them. That exact moment when the line that separated platonic and romantic began to fade away. There hadn't ever really been a distinctive line to begin with. The two had always been flirtatious, Chloe had always been touchy feely, and Beca had always been bad at telling Chloe no. But it was around mid-June. They'd been living together for almost two weeks when Beca began to notice that what she and Chloe had wasn't friendship, it was definitely more.

But Beca knew exactly when she became aware that things were changing. Beca was working on a mix and it was going along really well. Chloe had decided it was time to go to the beach. A part of their routine that they'd established. But being lost in her mix Beca refused to go, afraid if she left her computer now she'd lose her train of thought and the brilliance she was on the verge of would be gone forever. When she finally pulled her head phones off and looked around Beca found she was completely alone in the house. Since their arrival Beca had been alone only a hand full of times and usually with Chloe no more than a room away. It was foreign to her.

She found a post it note stuck to the glass of the back door. Chloe's hand writing.

Went to the beach without you.

" Shit." Throwing the door open Beca descended the wooden stairs that would take her from the house down to the beach. She had no idea when Chloe had even left, she'd just waved Chloe off. Looking up and down the beach hoping that she would see the red head sitting on their blanket, but the beach was abandoned.

Walking up the stairs back towards the house Beca kept turning and looking back at the beach hoping that she might see the red head somewhere. Then she could apologize and they could go back out to the beach as their routine dictated. By the time Beca had gotten back up to the back porch she was crestfallen and feeling like she'd majorly screwed up, even if on the grand scheme of things she hadn't really done anything that wrong. When they were in school Beca had often times ignored her phone or bailed on plans to work on mixes. Chloe always forgave her, or told her there was nothing to forgive. So then why did this time feel so different?

Relief flooded her entire body when she saw the familiar auburn tresses of her friend through the window. Opening the back door Beca hesitantly walked in, her shoulders and head drooped like she was expecting to get yelled at. What was worse was when Chloe didn't even turn around, she just kept doing whatever she was doing standing with her back to Beca. The silence was deafening, Beca was sure she actually felt it surrounding her eardrums and crushing them.

" I'm an idiot." Beca said finally. Chloe tensed hearing Beca's voice, she'd heard the brunette's arrival, and had chosen not to turn around. She was angry that Beca had ignored her. It was a stupid thing to be angry over. And the fact that she knew it was stupid and she couldn't help it made it all the more annoying. Before she could turn around Beca continued. " I shouldn't have ignored you and I should have gone down to the beach with you. But I was really into my mix and I wanted to finish it." Beca rambled.

" I'm not mad Beca." Chloe said turning around, Beca winced. Chloe's arms were crossed, she knew what that meant. Chloe was telling her that she wasn't mad, but Chloe's body was screaming at Beca that she was.

" Yes you are."

" Okay, so maybe I am. I don't know why I am. But when you just waved me off it made me angry."

" I went down to the beach to find you." Beca argued.

" I went for a walk down the street instead. It's just the beach is our thing. It's where we go and where you tell me something about you that I don't already know. It's really special to me and I was mad that it wasn't to you." Chloe confessed her arms dropping to her sides.

" It is important to me to. Hence me coming in here proclaiming I'm an idiot."

" You aren't an idiot. Dense maybe, but not an idiot. Can I at least hear the mix that was so important?" Chloe asked.

" Not yet."

" Why not?"

" It's not done yet."

" That's never stopped you before."

" Are you just trying to pick a fight with me?" Beca challenged. She could see that there was a fire in Chloe that she'd only ever seen Aubrey bring out in her. Chloe was looking for a fight, possibly because she was still angry, or maybe there was something else that Beca wasn't quite getting. Whatever it was, she was sure that if she didn't tread carefully then they would end up screaming at each other.

" Why would I do that?"

" I don't know, but you sure are combative for someone who doesn't want to fight. And who isn't mad." Beca was definitely not making the situation any better for them and she knew it when she saw Chloe's eyes narrow.

" Why would I think you'd understand? It's not like you ever allow yourself to feel anything so why bother trying to explain it to you?" Chloe regretted the words even before they were out of her mouth. Especially when she saw how Beca recoiled almost all the way to the back doors. Beca could take insults and digs as if they were bullets falling on her bulletproof vest, most of the time even things said with the intention of hurting her didn't even faze her. But in one statement Chloe had managed to shatter that vest until Chloe's words shredded Beca's insides. " Beca I didn't mean that."

Chloe watched as Beca looked at her, hurt radiating from her eyes and her entire body. Several times Beca opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, but each time she stopped herself. She couldn't fight the accusations, they were true.

" Beca please, I'm sorry." Chloe said in a rush, she wanted so desperately to go to Beca and wrap her arms around the smaller brunette but at this point she wasn't sure how Beca might respond.

" How did this get so fucked up?" Beca asked in a whisper. Chloe sighed, relieved that Beca was even talked to her instead of running away.

" We were both angry."

" You were angry, I was apologizing." Beca protested finally venturing away from the door to the table where her lap top still sat. Chloe watched curiously as Beca fiddled with some of the controls and then disconnected the flash drive. Closing the top to her lap top Beca tucked it under her arm. " Here. Since it was so damned important." Beca replied dropping the small device on the table next to Chloe before Beca brushed passed her up the stairs.

Chloe watched Beca disappear into the guest bedroom and slam the door, the entire house seemed to shake with the force Beca had used to slam the door. Chloe lingered a moment where she stood before venturing to her computer and plugging in the drive. Her computer opened the file instantly and what she saw made her feel even worse. The file was titled 'for Chloe'. Beca had been working on mixes for her and she had practically accused Beca of being unfeeling.

The songs were a little rough, indicative of their unfinished nature but Chloe couldn't help but adore them. Beca had spent probably countless hours collecting all of Chloe's favorite songs and was compiling them into a mix that was, to put it mildly, genius. After listening to the entire mix, all the way through Chloe looked up at Beca's closed bedroom door. Knowing she shouldn't invade her friend's space, not after what had just happened. But second guessing herself wasn't something Chloe was known for.

Knocking on Beca's door Chloe pushed the door open and found Beca sitting on the bed, lap top open but it didn't look like she was doing anything on it.

" What's the point of knocking if you don't intend on waiting for a reply?" Beca asked rhetorically.

" Beca I…"

" Just shut up and come here." Beca said pushing her lap top off to the side and watching Chloe come towards her.

" I swear I didn't mean it."

" Shut up." Beca replied, though this time there was a slight hint of amusement in her tone. " I don't want to fight anymore. Like ever again." Beca sounded so adorable that Chloe couldn't help but laugh.

" We still need to talk Beca." Chloe cautioned as Beca curled herself against Chloe's body.

" Tomorrow. Emotional stuff makes me tired."

" Tomorrow then." Maybe Chloe would finally get Beca to explain the mix she'd made.