Synopsis: Sequel to I'm In Love With A Stripper. Beca and Chloe are in the midst of planning their wedding and the rest of their lives together. However when they start getting threats sent to them, they can't help but wonder: Has a ghost from their past come back to haunt them?

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Rated: M

Word count: 1, 610

A/N: This is it guys, the moment we have all been waiting for. Get yourselves ready, because I intend to fuck with your "feels" more than I did last time.

Read I'm in love with a stripper here: s/8933745/1/I-m-in-love-with-a-stripper

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Chloe was running around her bedroom frantically, looking for her engagement ring. She had taken it off last night before her and Beca showered and forgot to put it back on, and then when she woke up this morning, it was gone, missing somewhere.

"Babe, can you hurry up? We're supposed to meet the florist in thirty minutes, and it's at least a twenty minute drive." Beca yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, sorry, be right down." The red head yelled as she threw her clothes left and right looking for her ring. "Shit, where did it go?" Chloe hissed to herself. She took one quick look around the room again, and then declared defeat. Looking for her ring would have to wait until after their appointment with the florist.

The red head quickly ran down stairs, as she tightened her belt. She saw her fiancé at the bottom smirking up at her, arms crossed, and tapping her foot.

"You know, it amazes me. When we went to bed last night, you lectured me to make sure I'd be ready in time, yet here we are. I'm waiting for you, because you're running late." Beca shook her head.

"Well I have my reasons, unlike you who would prefer to sleep an extra thirty minutes and rush, then wake up and take your time." Chloe pointed out.

"Hey I resent that, it's called beauty sleep, and I need to make sure I get enough of it so I look my best in eight months," Beca shrugged

"Babe, you're perfect, you don't need to get any more beautiful, and in eight months, I'm going to be looking over at you, and saying the two words I've been looking the most forward to for the past year, since you proposed." Chloe leaned in and gently pressed her lips to the DJ's. "I love you," she wrapped her arms around the DJ's neck and sighed in content.

"I love you too, babe, but we really should get going." Beca smiled against the taller woman's cheek. The red head nodded and went to put her shoes on.

Both girls walked outside, hand in hand. The smaller woman immediately stopped in her tracks and stared at her car.

"What the fuck?" Beca shot out, quickly running to her car door, and looking through the smashed window.

"Whoa, what happened?" Chloe's jaw dropped when she saw her girlfriend's car.

"I've no idea, what I do know is some asshole clearly got too drunk last night and took their anger out on my car." Beca ran her hand through her hair. "Just my luck," she sighed.

"Babe, it's okay. We'll get it fixed, just look on the Brightside," she grabbed the smaller woman from behind and wrapped her arms around her waist. "At least it wasn't our home, because that could have turned out much worse." She whispered in her ear.

"Yeah, I know. Still though, I hate drunken people." Beca muttered.

"Yet you're a DJ and your job consists of drunken people." Chloe smirked.

"Shut up," Beca laughed. "Okay, well this will have to wait till we get back, we're already behind. We'll have to take your car." Beca walked over to the garage, typed in the code and waited for the garage door to fully open.

"We should call them and tell them we're going to be late." Chloe pointed out as she got into the passenger's seat.

"Yeah, here's my cell, it's the last number that was called." Beca gave her cell to the other woman and started the car.

Twenty-five minutes later, and both girls were walking inside the flower shop, smiling. They had postponed the wedding planning for a year; they wanted to make sure they completely moved on from the whole Luke thing, before starting their lives together. It had been a rough year for them, Chloe still hadn't gotten over her nightmares, and Beca still had lots of anger pent up from everything that had gone down. Both ladies were getting counselling together, to help them get through the traumatizing event, step by step.

"Good morning, ladies." A woman greeted them as they walked through the door.

"Hi, we're here for an appointment with one of your florists." Chloe walked up to the counter.

"Beca and Chloe I assume?" She smiled.

"That is us."

"Great, follow me." The woman quickly walked out from behind the counter towards the walk in cooler. "Hana will be helping you today. She'll be right with you ladies." The woman smiled before walking away.

"What kind of name is Hana?" Beca muttered to Chloe. "It reminds me of that movie Lilo and Stitch, Ohana or whatever." She smirked. Chloe smacked her fiancé shushing her.

"Be quiet would you?" She laughed.

"Okay, okay. Sorry." Beca laughed. "Oh shit, I have to take this, it's Jesse." Beca grabbed her phone when she heard it ring. "Be right back," she said before running out of the cooler.

Chloe walked around looking at all the flowers, admiring each and every one. She didn't know where to begin, or what exactly she was looking for but what she did know, was she would definitely have trouble picking something she liked.

Her attention was brought to the cooler door when she saw a taller brunette walking in, carrying a bouquet of flowers.

"Hi I'm Hana, and you are…?" She smiled approaching her.

"I'm Chloe; Beca is just outside on the phone." The red head cheerfully said.

"Oh great, well these are for you then." Hana said handing her the flowers.

"I uh…what, I don't understand?" Chloe accepted the bouquet, confused.

"The lady at the front said someone had come in, they told us you were coming today, and to give you these when you showed up." Hana smiled. "They left a card I believe."

"Oh, okay thanks." Chloe smiled, she couldn't believe the DJ would do something as sappy and romantic as this.

"I'll give you a minute, I'll be right back." Hana said before walking away. Chloe brought her nose to the flowers and smiled as she smelled the beautiful scent. She grabbed the card and could feel something inside. She opened it and gasped when she saw her engagement ring fall from it.

"What the…?" Chloe grabbed it and studied the ring, it was definitely hers. She didn't understand why Beca would steal her ring, just to give it back to her in a bouquet of flowers. However, as she read over the card, her stomach dropped.

Chloe,

Here's your ring back, sorry if I worried you, just had to prove a point; you're never safe.

I'll be seeing you soon.

Ps. sorry about your car window, I have anger issues.

Chloe's hands began to shake as she re-read the card twenty times. Never safe, and anger issues, she could have sworn the card was written by Luke himself, but that was impossible seeing as Beca had killed him a year ago. Whoever it was, knows who she is, and was in her house last night, while they were asleep. The red head could feel her heart beat out of her chest as she read over the card once more. She screamed and practically jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Babe, are you okay?" Beca asked worried.

"I uh…" Chloe didn't know what to say, so instead she handed her fiancé the card and slowly walked away as the DJ read over it.

"Wait, what? I'm confused." Beca raised an eyebrow. "What ring?"

"This morning when I was running late, it was because I couldn't find my engagement ring, I had removed it when we showered last night. Then when I opened the card, this fell out." She said holding the ring up. "Beca, do you think…" The DJ cut her off.

"Wait, so this person was not only in our house last night, they broke my car window as well, and they're pretty much threatening you?" Beca asked. "I don't even know what to say, I mean…Luke is dead…I killed him myself." Beca frowned. "This can't be happening," she shook her head. "We need to leave," she grabbed the red head's hand and dragged her out.

"Where are we going?" Chloe asked, trying to keep up with the DJ who was walking quickly.

"We're going to see Stacey," Beca stopped and looked at the red head. "Maybe she'll know what this is about."

"Is that a good idea? I mean last time…" Beca cut her off.

"Chloe, we're not going to wait around for this person to keep threatening us. We need to bring this to the police." She said as she began walking again.

"Are you ladies leaving?" Hana screamed after them.

"Wait," Chloe pulled her hand away from Beca and quickly approached the girl at the front desk. 'Who bought me the flowers before we came in?" Chloe asked. "Hana said you dealt with whoever it was, did they have a name?"

"No sorry there was no name." The woman shook her head.

"Well what did they look like, tall or short, thin or fat?" Chloe panicked.

"I uh, he was shorter, not fat, but built." The woman answered, confused as to what was going on. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes, what else can you tell me about him?" Chloe asked.

"He uh, had brown hair, and he had an Australian accent." The woman replied slowly, thrown off by the red head's questions. Chloe looked over at Beca and froze.

"We have to go," Beca said, grabbing the taller woman's hand once again and exiting the flower shop.