AN: Sequel to Gotta Keep Your Head Up. Hope you enjoy this. It'll be a bit different and focus on Beca, Chloe and Aubrey. Enjoy! Please leave some reviews :)

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Aubrey and Beca had both received a call from their parents asking them to return to Barden University. They'd both finished their degrees, Aubrey a successful psychologist and Beca had gone on to DJ and work for a government funded youth outreach centre. Neither of them knew the other had been called until they both arrived at the office of Doctor Noah Mitchell at 10am on a Saturday morning. The girls had all moved to New York upon the completion of their degrees and Chloe was quickly snapped up by a small public school. The ginger haired woman had elected to stay behind to catch up on grading.

"Why are you here?" the two girls asked almost simultaneously with a concerned glance.

"He's my father," Beca replied with a slightly condescending tone.

"My mother told me to meet her here," Aubrey replied with a slight frown.

They were twenty seven and still arguing over the finer details of things, not much had changed since they were Barden Bella's together. The brunette sighed and knocked on the good doctor's door before hearing a faint acknowledgement. Aubrey twisted the handle and entered to spot her mother Angela standing beside Dr. Mitchell.

"Girls if you'll please take a seat," Angela spoke and gestured to the two very uncomfortable looking plastic seats. The two girls simultaneously arched an eyebrow before complying with the woman's request. The room filled with an awkward silence as the four of them just stared at each other, the two younger women trying to force their parents to crack with a deadly stare. "We have something to tell you and we need you to promise that you respect what we have to say and that no one will leave this room dramatically".

The two girls looked at each other before returning their gaze to their parents and nodding.

"Me and Ms. Posen have been seeing each other. We met at your last Bella's performance and we were quite smitten with each other so we exchanged numbers. One thing led to another and well...," Dr. Mitchell started.

"We're engaged!" Angela screamed.

The two former Bella's stared at their parents in silence, both of them having trouble accepting the information they'd had forced upon them. Beca bit her lip and leaned away from Aubrey who looked as though she might lose her head at a moment's notice. It was one thing to date behind their backs but to spring a wedding upon them was ridiculous.

"First of all Dr. Mitchell, it is Ms. Posen and I. You should know that being an English Literature teacher and secondly, you're both assholes for not telling us," the blonde spoke in a sinister voice before storming out of the room, leaving the door open behind her. Beca who had remained seated got up and pushed both their chairs in, trying her best to be the rational one out of the pair of them.

"I'm all for you two being happy but I agree with the furious blonde," the DJ spoke before letting herself out and closing the door behind her. It wasn't hard to find the psychologist, all Beca had to do was listen for the click-clack of her very expensive heels. "Aubrey! Slow down! C'mon on! I'm not gonna be a horrible step-sister!" Beca joked.

"It's not you I'm angry about!" the blonde shouted before stopping. Violent hand gestures were always Aubrey's strong suit. The pair of them had grown to tolerate each other for Chloe's sake but this was a whole new ball park of tolerance. "I'm angry because she didn't tell me! My whole adult life I've been worried about her being lonely and she was dating him!"

"Calm down. It is going to be okay. At least you can relax now!" Beca pointed out. The blonde's jaw tightened as she thought over the brunette's points. They started walking again. Beca would take Aubrey to coffee and they could hash out a game plan for surviving this wedding and their impending familial status. "Onward to the coffee house!"

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Chloe had known why the two women had gone away; Noah Mitchell kept her in the loop. If she was being entirely honest she had only been kept in the loop because the man feared the reaction of the two former Bella's and wanted Chloe to give him a rough idea of when would be a good time to tell them. Finally their lives had hit a calm point and the two women had been flown out, leaving Chloe home alone in their apartment.

None of them had the money to buy a house and it was easier for them to all live together considering the social, emotional and economical side of things. It also stopped the ginger from worrying about Aubrey and whether she'd gotten home safely. She frequently worried that one of her patients might have a mental break and follow her home.

Her phone vibrated on the desk for the fifteenth time in the last hour, yet another rant from Aubrey regarding the situation. Chloe didn't really understand why she was so upset but tried to be sympathetic in response anyway. Beca had been surprisingly calm about the entire situation but her melt down would probably happen once she was behind closed doors and Aubrey had gone out.

Each grade paper started to look the same so she cracked open a bottle of moscato and sat on the lounge to watch Nights In Rodanthe, bathing in the quiet and calm that was an empty apartment. It was nice to have some time to herself but within the next two hours and the conclusion of the film she was sobbing alone on the couch wishing both of her girls were home.

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Beca and Aubrey had avoided their parents and flew home the next day on the same flight. Aubrey had been staying with her mother and didn't even realize Beca was visiting her Dad until the day of their confrontation; the brunette having caught the overnight flight in. They drank through the flight and only spoke a few times, both of them trying to process the future in their heads.

When they touched down Chloe was waiting at the luggage collection with a sign that read "Bella's" in big bright letters. They'd chattered between the three of them, small kisses exchanged between Beca and Chloe as they walked out to the car. The ginger had texted Beca pretty much non-stop since watching the movie alone, sad movies made her a lot more appreciative of the fact that she had the DJ.

Aubrey left to return to her clinic and have her afternoon patients come in while Beca worked in the lounge room to finish some new mixes for the gig she was playing that night, her eyes frequently wandered across to Chloe who was laying on the lounge reading Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay. She'd missed the ginger so much while she'd been away that she quickly discarded her headphones.

Chloe watched subtly as Beca made her way over, pulling the book from her hands and putting it face down on the coffee table. The teacher reached her hands up and pulled Beca's face to hers, giving the woman a passionate kiss.

"I love you Becs," Chloe spoke in a hushed voice.

"I love you too Chloe," Beca replied before snuggling down beside her girlfriend and resting her head on the woman's breast.

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When Aubrey came home her housemates were asleep together on the lounge, she couldn't help but envy them but was glad they had found each other. Beca's anxiety had gotten a lot better, only flaring up in severe situations or whenever she drank too much and Chloe had learned a lot about letting someone take care of her.

She cooked as quietly as she could, ham and cheese omelettes for everyone. When finished she walked over and turned the tv on, figuring it would be the less abrupt way of waking the pair up. It didn't take long until they had awakened from their slumber and spotted the food on the counter for them. Her and Beca took it in turns of cooking having discovered not long after moving that Chloe was capable of burning just about everything.

"Thanks for dinner Aubs," Chloe said as she packed away the plates into the dishwasher.

"No worries Chlo," Aubrey said as she watched some angry woman have her car repossessed on tv. She was a bit of a junky when it came scripted reality television, her favourite being Operation Repo. It was one of her weirder personality traits.

"Thanks sistah," Beca joked but quickly recoiled behind her partner when she received a soul piercing death glare before Aubrey let out a small chuckle. Maybe being a Mitchell wouldn't be tremendously terrible.