"Beca, open up!"

"No!"

"Beca, please! We need to talk about this!"

"No!"

"Beca, please!"

"Go away, Chloe! There's nothing to talk about!"

A snide comment from across the room breaks apart the redundant argument.

"Either let her in, or I will," Kimmy Jin says evenly, although the annoyance in her voice is not entirely hidden.

Beca's head whips to the side, wild eyes focusing on the girl a few feet from her.

"Don't you dare, Kimmy Jin! Under no circumstances should the person on the other side of that door be let in this room."

The disembodied voice beckons their attention once again.

"You can't avoid me forever you know!"

"Watch me," Beca mumbles under her breath.

"Beca Mitchell, open this door!"

"No!"

"Enough!" Kimmy Jin yells, jumping up from her seat, making it to the door in two angry strides. Beca has enough time to form the word "no" on her lips before the door swings open, revealing the most beautiful and terrifying human being she's ever seen. Too beautiful, it's terrifying. That terrifying beauty and Beca lock eyes in an instant, Chloe not even phased by the door suddenly opening up without notice.

"I'm leaving," Kimmy Jin announces. "I'll be back in one hour and you two better have your shit figured out, be gone, or both. Goodbye." She pushes past Chloe, leaving them alone.

"She didn't even take her keys," Beca observes, taking her eyes off the object of her affection. Her never-going-to-happen affection. And again she's startled when Chloe is suddenly at her side, inches from her.

"Beca," Chloe drawls cautiously, lifting a finger to turn Beca's head towards her using her chin as a guide.

Blue-gray eyes dart around the room, desperately looking for anything and everything to

focus on besides the other presence in the room.

"Beca, please look at me," Chloe pleads.

Her head shakes back and forth slowly, and her eyes squeeze shut.

"I can't," she says. Almost with conviction.

"Why not?"

She answers. Surprisingly. Her eyes still shut tight. "Because I know the moment I look into your eyes, I'll know that it's not going to happen. That it could never happen. That you'll say why it could never happen. It was a stupid mistake Chloe. I wasn't even in my right mind, I mmph -"

The next couple words are muffled because her mouth has suddenly been covered by another's lips. Intoxicating lips. Chloe's lips! Chloe's lips!

"You see Beca," Chloe murmurs against her lips then pulls back ever so slightly, "if you would have given me more than five seconds to process that you had kissed me out of the blue, instead of just bolting, we could have been have been doing this four days ago."

She tries to form a response but Chloe kisses her again, so...she kisses back.

Her inner voice repeats the same mantra over and over. She dares not open her eyes in fear of the inevitable reality ready to come crushing down. This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. But she can feel and taste Chloe, so it has to be right?

"You're right you know."

"What?"

It's a whisper, murmured against another's lips. More of a reaction than a conscious question. And since it's probably just in her own head, she chooses to ignore it. There are more important things to focus on right now, anyway. But just as she is about to get lost in the sensation of kissing Chloe, the voice rears it's head again.

"You're right. This isn't real. Open your eyes."

She stops abruptly and pulls away, finally opening her eyes, ready to painfully assess the situation. But Chloe's still right in front of her, face flushed and lips swollen. She's in her room, on her bed, just like she last remembered being.

A satisfied grin sweeps across her face as she takes in the sight of Chloe once again.

"Hah!" she suddenly exclaims, earning a startling look from the redhead across from her. "It's real...you're real."

"Of course I'm real, silly." Chloe teases, crawling forward over Beca, forcing her on her back. "Now let me show you just how real I am." Her breath is warm on Beca's ear, and shivers run through her body. Beca arches up, tilting her head back, allowing more access for Chloe to attack her neck with kisses. Chloe's hands intertwine with hers, bringing her arms up above her head, as their lips connect again, a perfect harmony of joined breaths and moans. A part of her brain still wants to protest, refusing to believe this is real, but Chloe's setting the rest of her body on fire right now with every touch and kiss, so for right now she's going along with that. And when a knee is nudged up ever so slightly just right there, her brain short circuits for a moment and she gasps, feeling Chloe smirk against her lips.

"Tease," Beca groans, unable to hide her own smile.

Chloe pulls back at Beca's words, wearing a mischievous smile that makes Beca squirm a little bit.

"Oh Beca, I haven't even begun to tease you," she whispers seductively. "You'll be,-"

"BECA!"

Fat Amy's unmistakable voice penetrates through the closed door, interrupting the moment and Beca may have just plotted her death right then and there.

"Little busy here, Amy!" she manages to holler back, even though Chloe has gone back to placing kisses down her neck and onto her collarbone and chest. She's closes her eyes, ready to get lost in the feeling of Chloe all over her when she hears it again.

"BECAAA!"

"Ignore her," Chloe says between kisses.

"BECA!"

"She's not going to leave," Beca groans.

"BECA!"

"Amy, if you're not bleeding or dying, kindly GO AWAY!"

"BECA, WAKE UP!"

"What?" Beca asks, not a second later.

No. No no no no no no no no.

"Wake up, dammit!"

And just like that, her eyes snap open, and she's met with a person who is very much not Chloe. Amy is standing above her, raised eyebrows and a smug look on her face.

She quickly takes in her surroundings, confirming she's at Amy's single room, lying on her futon. Of course.

"Were you dreaming of sexy times with Chloe?"

"I would normally avoid that question, but I'm so pissed that I had another one, I can't...I just...ugh! I thought since the incident, they would stop, you know, since the repressed feelings were made known."

Amy laughs, shaking her head as she takes a seat on the other side of the futon, lifting up Beca's feet to rest on her lap.

"Hate to break it to you short stack, but accidentally kissing Chloe and sprinting away three seconds after doesn't exactly count as making those repressed feelings known."

"You have family in Tasmania, right? Because I'm going to need to transfer out of the country since I can't ever talk to Chloe again."

"Oh well that's unfortunate, because she's on her way over..."

"WHAT?!" Beca exclaims, before tumbling off the futon.

"No," Amy replies calmly, "I just wanted to see your reaction." She leans over so Beca can see her face. "Totally worth it."

Just as Beca is about to deliver a colorful retort, a knock at the door beckons their attention.

"Amy? It's Chloe, please open up I need to talk to you."

"No way," Amy says.

"Shit!" Beca whispers, scrambling to her feet, giving Amy a what do I do look?

"Just a second, Chloe!"

"Why would you say that?! I can't talk to her right now!" Beca whispers angrily.

"Stop running away from your problems, Mitchell, and confront them!" Amy chides in a hushed tone.

"Thank you for the advice Dr. Phil but this isn't the time for conflict resolution!"

"Amy?" Chloe questions again.

"Be right there, just gimme one more minute!"

"Stop saying that! Tell her to come back later!"

"Stop yelling at me! Just...hide somewhere!"

"What? Like that won't be totally obvious. Just make something up and make her go away!"

"Either you hide in the closet right now or I'm letting Chloe in and locking you both in here alone!"

"You wouldn't," Beca challenges.

"Try me."

Beca huffs in frustration and before she can start to test Amy's word, she's being shoved towards the closet. Amy is unfortunately stronger than her and she is easily bested, but she still struggles the entire way.

"Get...in there!" Amy says, shoving Beca by the face and closing the closet door. She makes a break for the door and makes it there in a couple strides, opening the door up hastily to a surprised and confused Chloe.

"Chloe! So good to see you." Amy greets her, panting a bit, her hair in a disarray from the closet struggle with Beca.

"Is this a bad time?"

"Nope. Uh uh, no way. It's the perfect time."

Chloe picks up on Amy's weirdness but just brushes it off, considering it is Amy.

"Are you sure, you seem...flustered," Chloe observes, eyeing Amy suspiciously.

"Oh yeah, I was just um, giving myself a little lady lovin if you know what I mean, and uh, you caught me right after. Still a little hot and heavy, ya know?"

Inside the closet, Beca rolls her eyes, shaking her head at Amy. Really? That's the best you could come up with?

"Oh! Well, I can leave...if you need round two or something," Chloe suggests, a little taken aback at the frankness, but smirking just a little.

"No, no it's fine. I'm good," Amy reassures her. "Now sit down and tell me what's on your mind, Red. The doctor is in."

Chloe sits, and fidgets a little bit, unsure of how to begin. She already got Aubrey's opinion. Nothing surprising about what she said, to be honest. For some reason she thought going to Amy would get her some sane, non-biased advice. Although right now, she's rethinking the sane part. But she needs to talk to someone else about this. Someone who might have a more insight to her little dilemma.

"It's about Beca."