"You're doing it again."

Beca's met with a brief moment of silence before Chloe realizes she's talking to her.

"Huh?"

"You're staring at me."

"No I'm not."

Beca swivels in her chair to face Chloe, who is sitting on her bed, definitely not paying attention to the paper she's supposed to be writing.

"Yes…you were."

"That's a bit conceded don't you think?" Chloe asks, a grin on her face.

"Yes…if I were making it up. But I'm not. You were staring at me."

"Maybe I was just lost in thought and you happened to be in my line of sight. Coincidence. Nothing more."

"You coincidentally turned your head to face me while you were lost in thought?"

"Mmhmm."

Beca narrows her eyes at Chloe, challenging her answer. Chloe looks back at her, an unreadable expression on her face. Beca finally just shrugs, swiveling back over to face her computer.

"Okay, whatever you say. My bad."

Beca goes back to her mixes, getting lost in her work. She's not sure how much time as passed when she feels hands on her shoulders and her headphones are being pulled off her ears. She stays facing forward as Chloe leans down, her lips right at her ear. Her warm breath sending shivers down Beca's spine.

"Can I ask you something?"

Beca can only nod slightly, the feeling of Chloe's closeness overwhelming her senses.

"Say I was staring at you. Would that bother you?"

Beca stays silent for a moment, before swiveling around to face Chloe.

"No," she whispers.

A small smile plays at the corner of Chloe's mouth as she sits down in Beca's lap.

"I couldn't quite hear you. Can you repeat that?"

Beca doesn't answer right away, instead just staring at the beautiful girl in front of her. Chloe leans in, their lips millimeters apart. "No," Beca whispers again.

"So…it wouldn't bother you if I were to do this, then right?" she whispers before connecting their lips with the softest kiss. Beca feels her whole body melt in a matter of seconds. She keeps her eyes closed for a moment when Chloe pulls back, a part of her believing this is a dream because there's no way the thing she's thought about over and over is actually happening right now. If she opens her eyes, there's going to be no Chloe on her lap, no taste of Chloe on her lips.

"Beca?" she hears, but the voice feels farther away. She opens her eyes and is met with her computer screen in front of her. Chloe is sitting on the bed, a curious look on her face. "Are you okay?" she asks. Her heart drops as she realizes that the kiss was in fact a figment of her imagination.

"Hello, Earth to Beca!" Chloe teases.

"No, it wouldn't bother me!" she blurts out.

Chloe scrunches her face in confusion. "O-kay…?"

Oh shit what did she just say? "Huh?"

"You just said it wouldn't bother you. What wouldn't bother you?"

"I didn't say that."

"Yes you did. Like, just now. Are you feeling okay?"

"Totes…I'm fine. Never been better. Why would you think something is wrong?"

"Well first of all, you just said totes. And now you're acting all weird."

"I'm not weird, you're weird," she retorts nervously. Oh God, Mitchell, lock it up.

Chloe giggles. "Okay, whatever you say. Weirdo," she teases.

Beca laughs nervously, turning back to her computer. Right as she is putting her headphones on, she hears Chloe singing something.

You've got to me kidding me.

"I need some coffee," she announces.

"OH that sounds great," Chloe says as she begins to move off the bed.

"No, you stay. I'll go get it. You should keep working on your paper."

"Ugh you're right. Thanks, Bec. Soy Ch -"

"Soy Chai Latte," she interrupts. "Yeah, I know Chloe."

Chloe smiles at her, and Beca's heart melts a little more. She realizes she's just standing there staring at Chloe, probably with a doofy grin on her face.

"Ok, well…I'll be…right back."

"Okay!" Chloe answers, focusing her attention back on her paper.

Beca leaves, leaning against the other side of the door as she closes it.

"What the hell just happened?" she asks herself. Everything felt so real. She brings her fingers up to touch her lips, where she swore Chloe just kissed. But she didn't. That didn't happen. Beca turns to walk down the hall, praying her current state of exhaustion is to blame. Otherwise, this could be a problem.