A/N: Thanks you so much for all of the reviews, follows, and favs for this collection of randomness. Bechloe week was pretty good to me and I really enjoyed writing all of these little fics. It was nice to just do something small and simple for once and I hope you enjoyed them as much as I enjoyed writing them. But, this is the end my friends. If you like what you've read, give me a review if that's your thing or read some of my other stuff. I promise that it's not awful... If you like me, give me a follow or drop by my tumblr (same as my user name)...I promise that I don't bite, but I am a little weird.
That was a paragraph and a half, I'm sorry if you actually read that. Here's part seven, enjoy!
Prompt: Genderbent
Summary: Beca can't help but think that guys have it way easier than girls. They know the right places to go on dates and the best way to give a first kiss and…the perfect way to propose. With her girlfriend moving to New York, Beca gets some help from her best friend as she tries to figure out how to ask Chloe to marry her.
Part Seven: Toner
"Do you think it's easier for guys?" Beca asked as she stared up at her ceiling through the dark. This had become one of her nightly rituals and she had done it so much that she could name every crack and flaw on that stupid ceiling. Amy had found it odd at first, but joined her roommate once and found it strangely hypnotic. It was now their 'thing' and Beca found it kind of comforting to have someone sharing in her craziness.
"What? The sex?" Amy asked while sitting up and staring over at Beca. "I dunno. I suppose it's different because you're not packing the same sort of heat that a guy does, but they sell stuff that you could use. Do you want me to go dildo shopping with you?"
"What?!" Beca shouted while sitting up and running a hand through her head as her face reddened. "Where would you get an idea like that? We weren't even talking about sex."
"I always assume that you're talking about sex when you bring Chloe up. No offense, but you two can't keep your hands off of each other. It's actually kind of gross."
"Dude, just stop! I was trying to have a nice conversation with you and ask for your advice, but I should have known that you would turn it into something dirty."
"Well, what is it-"
"We're done. Conversation over, end of discussion." Beca sharply stated while flopping onto her back and huffing while she stared back up at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.
"Beca? D'ya see that shadow up there?" Amy whispered to her roommate, propping herself up on her elbow and staring across the small distance between their twin beds. "It kinda looks like Africa…if you cross your eyes a bit. Are you still awake?"
"Amy, it's only been ten minutes."
"Well it felt a lot longer since you're refusing to talk to me. I was just wondering if you had gotten over whatever got your panties in a twist earlier so I don't have to worry about being murdered in my sleep. "
"You're so weird." Beca sighed while sitting back up in her bed and wrapping her arms around her knees, resting her head on top and looking wistfully across the room in the dark. "Do you think we could talk about something? Like seriously talk about something?"
"Is this about me using the last of your conditioner?" Amy asked while sitting up and wincing. "I was going to replace it but then I forgot and I noticed that your hair has been looking a little gross lately, but I figured that you just forgot about even having it. I'll buy you more."
"Thanks", Beca replied dryly while shaking her head. "My hair looks fine, by the way, and yes I did notice but I bought another bottle a few days ago. I wasn't going to ask you about that anyway. I wanted to talk to you about Chloe."
"Oh, well that's a relief." Amy smiled and relaxed, happy that Beca was pissed about the shampoo thing. "What's going on with you two? I'm like the best listener in Australia and I'm super good at advice."
"I'm sure you are. You have to promise that this doesn't leave this room, okay? No blabbing to Stacie or Cynthia Rose or especially Aubrey. Got it?"
"Sure, just you and me. What's up?"
"Do you think…that being in a relationship is different when you're the opposite sex of your partner? That maybe it's easier because there are things that guys do and there are things that girls do and you just know what you're supposed to do."
"What are you talking about?" Amy furrowed her brow, thoroughly confused with Beca's rambling. "If you like Chloe and have a normal relationship with her, then I don't see how it's any different than if you were dating Jesse or she was still with Tom. If it works, then what could be hard about it?"
"I don't know, it's just…" Beca trailed off, unable to bring herself to say the words that were running through her head like ticker-tape. The words that had been constantly there since Chloe announced last week that she was taking a job in New York. The moment that everything was put on hold and her heart overruled her head, casting aside logic for long nights of just thinking and worrying.
"It's just what?" Amy asked, her voice dropping down an octave as she watched Beca fighting with herself. "If you can't talk about it with me, how can you possibly bring it up to the person that you love? What's going on?"
"She's leaving", Beca stated tearfully, looking down at her lap as the tears flooded her eyes and wanted desperately to escape. "She's moving once she graduates in a week and she's not taking me with her. She wants me to stay here and go to school and I don't know what to do."
"What does this have to do with being a dude? Regardless of your gender, it's still going to hurt when she leaves. Long distance relationship suck, but if you like her you have to suck it up and deal."
"It's just that I've always been in charge, the dominant one, and-"
"Wait, are we going to talk about S&M stuff, because I think Cynthia Rose might be-"
"No! I mean that I've always been the 'guy' in the relationship and now…she's making these decisions and it's confusing the hell out of me." Beca shook her head, questioning just how much she should reveal to Amy. "Like, I drive and I pay when we go out on dates and I fix stuff and I always hold the door for her."
"Maybe we should date", Amy dead-panned with a wink. "You sound better than the last guy I went out with."
"I hate you sometimes."
"I hate me sometimes too", Amy joked with a wink. "Now, what's got you so confused because it sounds to me like you're just kind of whipped. There are no rules that say that guys have to do certain things for a girl and vice versa. You fix stuff because you're good at it and you hold the door because you're kind and you pay for your dates because you're stupid."
"Hey! I'm not stupid I'm just…well, I guess it is kind of dumb to pay for everything but I don't need to hear it from you."
"I'm sorry, okay? So, I'm still not getting what your problem is. Do you have an issue with her telling you not to follow her to New York or for even accepting this job without asking you? That sucks, but it's her life and she has to make those decisions for herself."
"It would just be easier if I was a guy, that's all. I would know what to do right now and I would do it and everything would be okay. It's different when you're a girl and there are things that I want to do but… I'm kind of afraid."
"Of what?" Amy asked softly, her voice filled with worry as Beca swiped a hand across her eyes. "What do you want to do?"
"I want to marry her."
"What? Are you crazy?!"
"I'm beginning to think so…"
"You're only twenty-one years old and you're still in school. Why would you want to get married?"
"I love her and I want to be with her and I don't want to lose her. I want people to see that ring and to know that she's taken and to not even bother."
"So, what you're basically saying is that you're afraid of her cheating on you when she goes to New York. Right?" Amy asked while arching an eyebrow. "That's not a reason to get married."
"That's not why I want to do it. I…I want to be someone that she wants to follow her to New York. I want to wake up every morning next to her and I want to fall asleep every night with her hand in my mine and I just…I want it all." Beca smiled while looking up at Amy, trying to make her understand. "I'm not saying that we should get married right now, but I think that proposing to her would show her how much she means to me. It would be the gesture that would tell her how much I care and how I would go with her to New York, no questions asked."
"You'd really do that? You would give up on your job at the radio station and your classes and friends for her?" Beca nodded and Amy smiled, finally understanding just what Beca was fretting about. "You don't know how to propose to her! That's what this whole conversation has been leading up to, right?"
"Don't look at me like that, Amy!" Beca exclaimed while trying not to smile. "I was trying to have a nice conversation about gender roles with you and now you're looking at me like I'm an idiot."
"You are an idiot, Beca! All you had to do was say that to begin with and not beat around the bush. Did you think that I would have a problem with you asking her to marry you?" Amy frowned, suddenly turning serious as she bit her lip. "I've told you this a million times, I'm not like that and I don't care who you bump donuts with."
"I know that, but I didn't want to just spring that on you. This is a big step and it's weird for me to imagine myself just plopping down and asking her to marry me. That's not what chicks do and I have no idea how to do it without looking like a fool."
"When is she leaving?"
"A week after graduation."
"We have time then." Amy said sincerely, smiling at her friend and reaching out for her hand. "We'll think of something, don't worry."
Chloe slid her key into the door of her apartment and walked inside, side stepping the cardboard boxes that littered the living room as she closed the door behind her. She was leaving for New York the next morning and as she thought about hauling all of this junk down to the U-Haul parked downstairs, she grimaced and shook her head. This was not going to be enjoyable, but at least she would have friends there to help her out. She couldn't imagine doing this on her own and it would be easier to leave the life she had gotten used to since she was eighteen years old with their love and support.
She couldn't look at those boxes any longer without a sinking feeling in her stomach and left the living room, grabbing a bottle of water from her kitchen and going to her bedroom to pack up the last of her clothes. She still had a suitcase that she needed to pack for her stay at the hotel and e-mails to send and phone calls to make before she could even think about New York.
"What the hell!" Chloe shouted as she walked into her bedroom and saw the sight before her eyes.
Beca Mitchell was sitting in her suitcase. On top of her bed. With all of her clothes tossed aside. Who the hell did that?
"What are you doing?" Chloe asked as she tried not to laugh. "I know that you're tiny, but I'm pretty sure that suitcases are made for clothes and not people. What are you doing here? I thought you were spending one last evening with Amy before she went home."
"I'm coming with you. I don't care if I have to zip myself up in this thing and ride the whole way to New York in it. I want to go with you."
"Bec-"
"No! You don't get to do this, Chloe. You don't get to talk me out of loving you and wanting to be with you." Beca winced as she started to pull herself out of the tiny suitcase, wondering exactly how she had gotten herself in there to begin with. "You shouldn't have to do this alone and I have four months until I have to be back here and I want to go with you."
"You shouldn't have to give up on everything you have back here for me. You're doing that internship in the city this summer and I'm going to be working constantly." Chloe worried her lip for a moment, wanting desperately to allow Beca to come with her but also knowing that it wasn't fair to her. "You'd be stuck in my apartment all the time and it's not fair of me to expect that of you. Plus, you'd just use it as an excuse to stay forever and I'm not going to take your education away from you."
"Chloe, please just-"
"No, I'm not doing this with you! Now come on, get out of that suitcase and help me put my clothes back in." Chloe extended a hand to Beca, pulling her the rest of the way out of it and shaking her head as Beca winced in pain as she stood up again. "How long were you waiting in here?"
"An hour or so. Oh fuck!" Beca paled, pressing her hands against the pockets of her jeans and frowning. "I can't believe I lost it!"
"Lost what?" Chloe asked, giving Beca a strange look as she dropped to her knees and looked under the bed.
"I had a box in my pocket and it's not there anymore. Shit! Check in the suitcase."
Chloe shook her head, but climbed onto the bed anyway and peered into the suitcase. She felt around with her hand and pulled a tiny black box out after a moment, finding it wedged in one of the corners. She peered down at it with an arched eyebrow and said "Is this it?"
"I dunno, open it up!"
Chloe sighed and flipped open the lid, freezing when she saw a diamond ring inside.
"Beca, what the heck is this?" Chloe gasped out, her voice quivering with emotion.
Beca stood up and smiled, taking one of Chloe's hands in hers and holding it tightly. "Well, if you can't take me with you, then I want you to at least have that. I want you to wear it so everyone there knows that you're taken."
"Beca…I can't accept this. It must have cost you a fortune and I'm not going to cheat on you. It's a nice gesture, but-"
"Marry me."
"What?!"
"You heard me; marry me. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. It's not just about New York or the distance or anything else. I just love you and I want to be able to call you mine. I want to-"
"Yes!"
"Are you serious?" Beca asked in shock. "You really want to marry me?"
"Of course! I love you too and this is what I want. Oh God, I can't wait to call Bree and tell her the news. She's going to be so excited!"
Beca slid the ring onto Chloe's finger and said "You can tell her tomorrow. Let's just have one last night together before you leave. No phone calls or distractions."
"Well, that's impossible." Chloe grinned while taking Beca's hands in hers and pulling her close, pressing her lips against her ear as Beca wrapped her arms around her. "You have to pack your stuff too. There's no way that I'm leaving you in Atlanta after something like this. I just hope you don't have too much though because the U-Haul is going to be kind of full."
"My bags are already packed and waiting. I was just waiting for you to say yes."
"Oh, is that so?" Chloe asked while nipping at Beca's earlobe. "Well, we'll just have to find something else to fill our time with. Ooh! Let's start planning the wedding! What do you think about pink?! I saw the cutest wedding dress the other day in People Magazine…"
Beca just tuned her out and smiled as the girl pulled away and ran over to her laptop, bouncing with joy as she rambled on about the stupid dress and floral arrangements and venues. She had gotten the girl and everything else? That was just icing on the cake.
Their wedding cake that is, since Chloe was now describing it as she waved her hands around wildly and practically shouted with excitement. What had she gotten herself into?
All of these fics were named after or inspired by songs, so here are the credits that I never gave.
1. Enough For Now- The Fray; 2. Sort Of- Ingrid Michaelson; 3. Cheers Darlin'- Damien Rice; 4. Are We There Yet?- Ingrid Michaelson; 5. No One Will Ever Love You- Connie Britton; 6. In My Place- Coldplay; 7. Toner- Pitch Perfect Soundtrack
Thanks For Reading!
Love- Melissa