A/N: I've found myself oddly curious about the Triple Treble relationship. Especially the question of how something like that would begin. So, I came up with this. It's more of a contemplation than a story and I hope you don't mind me putting my five cents of inexperience in here. It's a one-shot for now - with the potential to become something more when I've finished my other two stories.

Aubrey Posen believed in charity work and giving back to the community. In this case it was a community that had been hit by a hurricane late the year before and hadn't had the financial means to restore all that had been destroyed. Surely, the Bellas' effort on this day wasn't going to change that but at least they were helping a little as they were restoring a kindergarden to some semblance of its former self. The university had raised money for different projects and all the a cappella groups had signed up to help. This was the Bellas' project: painting, gardening and screwing together of some IKEA-furniture in the heat of summer break.

And even though it was summer break, most of the Bellas were here today, including the former captain and her co-captain - both having graduated but were still living close by - Aubrey and Chloe. They were painting a wall in a bright yellow color not far from where Beca, the Bellas' new captain, was using her technical skills to build some of IKEA's finest children's chairs. Cynthia Rose was helping her and they made good work of it. They had chatted earlier but Beca wasn't the most chatty person to begin with and Cynthia Rose had soon found that she had a perfect view at Stacie's... everything when she moved to the far corner of the broken down cardboard boxes she and Beca were working on. She had therefore moved over a little and they were now working in comfortable silence.

Beca had smiled indulgently at Cynthia Rose's obvious pleasure in seeing Stacie gardening but soon found herself captivated by someone, or rather two someones, herself. She wasn't usually a person to stare at people, her focus wasn't that easily captivated, but there was something about Aubrey and Chloe today - was it the heat? the way they were so relaxed and happy? - that made it hard for the brunette to concentrate on her work. It didn't help that there was a rumor going around the Bellas' rehearsal room that their two friends were dating each other. Beca had only heard of this the night before from Amy and it had taken half the night for the small woman to wrap her head around the idea. She didn't even know what bothered her about it. They were her friends and although Beca and Aubrey had had a bumpy start, she now thought the world of the blonde. She was thoughtful, she was brave and committed. And she had a goofy side to her that the Bellas were only now discovering.

So, what was her problem?

Beca had never told anyone but she had always thought that she and Chloe would end up together at some point. Even with her and Jesse dating for awhile early this summer, even with Chloe going out with that guy Marc... there was something between them. Beca had always thought that Chloe was flirting with her from the very beginning. At first, it had been disconcerting, then it had been fun. But it had never grown out of its fun-state, it had never become real. Maybe she herself had been too chicken to admit her attraction or she had been waiting for Chloe to make an unmistakable move on her - whatever it was, it had not happened and now... she saw herself believing the rumors of Aubrey and Chloe together. It wasn't like they had admitted to it, or that they were displaying any kind of romantic feelings but they sure smiled at each other a lot. And they laughed together as Aubrey stood on a ladder to paint the top part of the wall and Chloe kneeled down to paint the lower part. The blonde let some yellow paint drip onto Chloe's head that was thankfully protected by a cap just now. Chloe looked up and made a mock angry face but then they laughed. They were really quite cute together.

Beca sighed.

They were also quite cute individually. Beca had never noticed before just how long Aubrey's legs were, or how muscled. They sure were on display now that she was standing on that ladder in cut-offs and she had a nice ass, too.

Beca looked around herself self-consciously for having stared at her friend and someone with whom she enjoyed to get into mock-fights with at that. If one of her fellow Bellas caught her staring at Aubrey's anything she would never hear the end of it. But nobody was paying attention to her. Stacie had started to play with some of the kids that were around. (It wasn't just the Bellas helping today, it was also most of the parents and some had brought their kids.) Amy was over by the swings, inspecting what some of the dads had build by sitting down on it. It held, so that made for good craftsmanship; Amy gave the thumbs up. Lilly was painting another wall with Jessica. They weren't talking, the blonde actually threw furtive glances at the Asian-American Bella with the makabre sense of humor (everybody hoped it was humor and nobody could yet prove that it wasn't). Beca didn't even bother to turn around and check that Cynthia Rose wasn't looking her way - as long as Stacie was wearing cut-offs and low-cut tank tops, her attention was well occupied.

All this meant that Beca was free to ogle some more and her eyes strayed back to Aubrey and Chloe, this time focusing on the redhead. Beca found herself smiling and it was like a reflex. When you looked at Chloe you smiled. It was like a law of physics or something. It wasn't just because she was adorable, or because she smiled all the time, it was because you liked her and knew she liked you back. Chloe was a people person, so much so that she stepped into other people's personal space without asking or reserve. She was just there, right in your face. If you were a good person, she would stay and hug you and touch you like all the time. And Beca had found that the redhead thought she was a very good person.

Beca sighed and turned her mind back to her task, screwing legs under the seats of children's chairs. She took a sip from her water bottle, her eyes drifting back to the yellow wall with the two lovely Bellas that were now standing next to each other, talking about something. And then Chloe looked over at her. She smiled when she saw Beca looking and waved her fingers. Beca smiled and nodded. She also blushed just a little for having been caught staring.

But how could she not? Like Aubrey, Chloe was wearing cut-offs today. Her legs were tan, shorter than her friend's but, holy hell, those thighs! She was wearing a top that hung losely on her upper body, alternately revealing one of her shoulders, also tanned. She had tried to tame her locks with a scrunchy revealing a graceful neck and a delicious jaw-line and... damn, those eyes!

Beca lost herself in their blue depths for a long moment until she realized they were looking directly at her. Her blush intensified and she couldn't take her eyes off her friend's radiance fast enough. Adding to her chagrin was that Cynthia Rose chose that moment to come over and ask if she could borrow some screwdriver.

"Sure, help yourself," Beca answered and pointed at the small box with various shapes and sizes of the tool

"It's the one you're holding," CR told her and smirked.

"Oh... ahhh, sure. Here you go," she gave it up willingly.

"You okay, little buddy? You look a little flushed. Maybe you should get out of the heat," Cynthia Rose adviced before looking over to where Chloe and Aubrey were chatting. "Or maybe you should stop staring at Chloe for awhile. It's too damn hot to get all worked up. Believe me, I know," she smirked when Beca's wide eyes darted at her.

"I... wasn't... I mean... she..."

"Oh, you were staring at Aubrey, then?" the dark-skinned Bella snickered. "It's those legs, I know," she watched Beca become even more flustered and slapped her on the shoulder. not too hard. "Been there, done that," she added before she went back to work while the brunette tried to figure out what just happened. It seemed, Cynthia Rose hadn't been as preoccupied with Stacie's assets as she thought she would be.

Damn! Way to go, Beca, why don't you make a public announcement that you're fancying not only one of your friends but two - a rumored couple! Now that wouldn't be awkward at all!

Wait, back up! Did she just admit to herself that she was 'fancying' (she had been reading the whole Harry Potter-series after classes ended a couple of weeks earlier) Chloe AND Aubrey? That couldn't be right, maybe she got a heatstroke.

She put her hand to her forehead but it was relatively cool considering how hot it was outside. Then again, she wouldn't even know how to detect if she had a heatstroke.

"Not good, not good at all," she berated herself but found her eyes drifting over to her favorite pair of Bellas once again. They were standing really close, and she thought she saw them holding hands. It wasn't even unusual for the two to do that yet Beca found her eyes glued to the casual touch.

Was this still part of their friendship, or did it mean something else now? Damn, why had she listened to Amy's gossip?

Chloe leaned into Aubrey then and whispered something to her. The blonde's head turned and now it were her green eyes that looked back at Beca. She inclined her head questioningly but smiled at the same time. Beca smiled back, wondering where all this was going when CR approached her yet again.

"I'm finished with the backrests. Should I help you with the legs?" She asked and Beca found herself roused out of her stupor. CR hunched next to her, looking at her questioningly and Beca had no idea what she wanted.

"I don't know," she answered. Cynthia Rose looked suspiciously from her captain to Chloe and Aubrey who were both looking back, smiling.

"Damn, girl, don't tell me you're flirting with both of them now. You're not Houdini, y'know?" She told the smaller woman.

"I'm not... flirting... I..."

"Sure, you weren't. What was I thinking? It's not like you and Chloe hadn't been eye-sexing each other since the dawn of Bella practices," CR grinned at Beca but when she saw the flustered and obviously embarrassed face of her friend staring back at her she sat down, cross-legged. "Y'know, Amy says the two of them are dating," she stated and Beca nodded. "Considering that she and Aubrey are... pretty tight, I would say she's onto something there," she continued.

"It's not like I'm planning to break them up, or something. I mean... not that I could... do I sound awefully conceded?" Beca wondered aloud.

"I'm not saying that you would or that you could but... maybe you should try and get... among them rather than between them," Cynthia Rose adviced and the brunette looked at her confused.

"What?" she asked.

"Like... in a threeway?"

"What?" louder this time and with some vehemence.

"Could you cool it, Becs? This is 2013, things are... open. Being in a polyamorous relationshp or even just... y'know having sex with two people at the same time isn't such a big deal anymore. Maybe they'd be open to one or the other," the African-American Bella said. Her captain stared at her, then her eyes went to her friends at the wall. They had parted now and continued their work, still chatting, still laughing and exchanging glances. Chloe was rubbing Aubrey's leg just now, accidentally smearing some paint on it. She laughed as Aubrey admonished her, also laughing and rubbing at the paint. Beca had to smile, they were really cute together. "Wouldn't hurt to ask," CR's voice came back to her.

"I... I couldn't.. I mean, not that I want... that. I... God, what're we even talking about?"

"Your love life," Cynthia Rose answered honestly. "Or what could be your love life if you were to open up a little. This is college, Becs, no one will ask you who you've been with and what you did with them ten years from now. And if they do, you should proudly say that you enjoyed it and wouldn't change it for the world. And maybe, just maybe, you will be so lucky as to be able to build something permanent. Maybe this is what you will be missing for the rest of your life if you don't grow some balls and just... ask."

They looked at each other for a long moment, Beca's face went from wide-eyed to thoughtful. Cynthia Rose smiled encouragingly and then stood up.

"I think I'm gonna see what Amy's up to, take a break. Will you be okay by yourself for awhile?" Beca simply nodded, then looked up at Cynthia Rose and tried a tentative smile. "I won't tell anyone, okay? Just... think about it," CR promised and then went looking for Amy.

Beca stayed. After awhile she took out her ipod and pushed the tiny buds into her ears. While Titanium beat at her eardrums, she thought about all the things Cynthia Rose had said. She thought about Chloe, she thought about Aubrey, about herself. Was something like that even possible? Was it palpable? Advisable? What did she have to lose? What to gain? Would they be insulted, flattered, weirded-out?

Beca sighed. She felt that her life had gotten quite a bit more complicated, and a whole lot more interesting this afternoon.

Songs: The title is the beginning of one of my all-time favorites Bette Davis' Eyes by Kim Carnes. The story also mentions Titanium by David Guetta (as is kind of customary in this fandom, I guess ;)).