I APOLOGIZE IF THIS ENDING SEEMS RUSHED, I'VE JUST LOST INSPIRATION TO CONTINUE THIS STORY, ESPECIALLY WHEN I HAVE SO MUCH GOING ON. IF ANY OF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ MORE FROM THIS AU OR ANY OF THE OTHER AU'S I'VE CREATED, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE REVIEWS AND PM'S OF PROMPTS AND IDEAS YOU GET .

EPILOGUE

6 Months Later-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Ms. Mitchell?" An accented male voice called as footsteps approached.

"Yes?" Beca continued to organize the shelves as she waited for the request to be made.

"Cynthia Rose wants to speak with you. " The man waited for a response, shuffling awkwardly at the situation.

"Be right there," Beca took a step back and examined the shelf with a feeling of pride, before turning to take in the appearance of the whole room. Luke dismissed himself and started down the hall towards the receptionist desk.

One good thing about having a girlfriend who's best friends with a lawyer...well, it doesn't take much to get what you want. And it certainly doesn't take much to put power hungry producers in their place.

"May I help you?" The receptionist quirked an eyebrow as her gaze went from Beca to the tall blonde and her navy blue power suit. None of their clients had ever come in with a skirt suit and brief case.

"Hey, Marge. Nice to see you haven't changed much..." Beca started, leaning over the desk, with a sigh. Marge was always wound up. The woman was up Luke's ass while Luke was literally up Marge's and every other female staff member. Avoiding the usual argument, Beca cut straight to the chase. "We're here to see Luke."

The woman turned her attention back to the computer screen on her desk and pushed her glasses further up on her nose as they begin to slide down, hammering away at the keyboard in front of her. "He isn't expecting anyone else today."

"Tough," The lawyer spoke up, earning a death glare from Marge.

"Tell Mr. Bryant it would be in his best interest to speak with me, if he would like to keep his job and any of his employees. Could you do that for me?"

The receptionist's eyes bulged as she processed the lawyer's statement and began to do the math. This blonde was about to sue the pants off of Aspirations.

"Uh, Yes ma'am. Right this way," Marge popped up from her seat and led the pair down the hall with haste.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Mr. Bryant?" Marge called through the door.

"What , Marge?" Came Luke's muffled groan.

"Ms. Mitchell and Ms. Poston-"

"Posen." Aubrey corrected.

"...Posen, are here to speak with you. It's rather urgent, sir." Marge finished quickly, before hurrying off down the hall.

The door opened to reveal an unamused Luke. Beca and Aubrey stepped inside as Luke closed the door behind them and made his way back to his desk, taking a seat.

"Beca, what is this?" He looked between her and Aubrey. "Why does it look like there's a fucking lawyer in my office? I told you we would work this out."

Aubrey spoke up, already having heard and seen enough to dislike the man. "Mr. Bryant, I am aware that there has been unethical activity taking place under your leadership, here at Aspirations Inc..."

Luke's eyes flashed angrily as he shot up from his seat. "What?! That's definitely not true-"

"PLEASE, Mr. Bryant. Let me finish," Aubrey continued, raising her hand to silence the Englishman. He reluctantly took his seat as he listened to the lawyer. "Now...I have MORE than enough evidence to have you put away... And if I'm feeling especially vigilant, I can see that you never work in this country again. I've already made the calls and I've already found a plethora of people willing to testify against you, if this dispute should make it to a courtroom. Although, I feel like we can avoid taking such extreme measures if you cooperate..."

Luke was beginning to sweat as he processed the woman's words. He had fucked up. He really had...after all these years, it was finally starting to catch up with him. He reached up to loosen his tie as his gaze met Beca's, pleading. Beca only shrugged. She knew Aubrey was bluffing. Their plan was to scare him, but they didn't expect it to be so EASY. Jesus Christ! What all HAD Luke Bryant done in the past?

The blond englishman swallowed the seemingly golfball-sized lump in his throat before speaking again. (One would say it was probably what little pride he had left)

"What do you need me to do?"

Beca Mitchell never thought she would see the day when she would be organizing shelves outside of the supermarket. She never thought she would see the day when she'd have to sit at a desk. It was all so surreal. She took in the polished red wood of the walls and the many awards lining the walls. Apparently, Luke had decided to keep all of Beca's awards after she retired, taking the accolades as his own.

What a tool... Beca thought, as she left the office and started down the hall.

"B!" Cynthia Rose ran up to the small woman as she appeared at the end of the hall. "I can't believe this is happening, man! What the fuck did you even tell them?" The pink-haired woman gushed excitedly.

Beca only shrugged, smirking at her friend's excitement, as she led the woman to her own personal studio. "Are you ready for this?"

CR nodded excitedly. Following Beca down the long hall, smiling at the muffled percussions and bass lines coming from each studio they passed.

"Let's get started on that debut album," Beca smiled as she opened the door to the studio, allowing CR to go in first.

LATER THAT NIGHT-

Beca smiled as she stepped out of the elevator and made her way down the hall to her and Chloe's penthouse. She grinned even wider as she was hit with the sound of Beca's mixes playing and the faint sound of a running shower.

Beca made her way to the bedroom and undressed herself before tiptoeing into the bathroom. Chloe was so caught up singing along to a mashup of Beca and Rihanna's new song, that she nearly had a heart attack when she felt a pair of breasts pressing firmly into her back and a pair of thin strong arms circling around her midsection.

"I missed you today," Beca husked as she placed a soft kiss the redhead's back. She continued to pepper kisses over the artist's strong freckled back and up to nape of her neck, tenderly brushing her copper locks out of the way.

Chloe's eyes fluttered closed as she sighed in content, reveling the feeling of Beca's body against hers.

"I missed you too," She admitted with a lazy smile, turning carefully in the brunette's embrace. She leaned in and kissed the DJ firmly on the lips before pulling away with a smile that couldn't be described as anything but predatory.

Beca cracked up as she took in the familiar sight of paint and clay stains on the artist's finger tips. It was typical.

"What?" The artist husked adorably.

Beca only smiled fondly and shook her head, pulling the artist's body impossibly closer to hers. Both of them breathless from the growing desire between them. They kissed softly, losing themselves in the feeling of the warm water running over their bodies and gentle caresses.

"I have a surprise for you," Chloe whispered against Beca's lips, her hand having somehow made its way between Beca's legs. Smirking as the DJ shuddered with anticipation. Beca's head falling back against the tile.

Chloe pulled away and cut the water with a devilish grin as she stepped out of the shower. She dried herself as Beca stood in the shower gaping at her girlfriend's naked form. Chiseled and glistening before her. Chloe bent over slowly to dry her legs before snapping up and doing the same with her other leg. She knew what she was doing.

She turned to face Beca and backed out of the bathroom motioning for Beca to "come hither".

Beca didn't need to be told twice. She was out and dried within a matter of seconds. As she made it to the bedroom, she found the redhead laying on her side in their bed, head propped up on one hand as she smiled up at Beca. Both women's hearts swelling at the love and pure adoration in their lover's eyes. Beca climbed onto the bed slowly, smiling down at the artist as she pushed her gently onto her back. Everything with them was always gentle. They never fucked. They always made love. Even when they were angry with one another... They couldn't bring themselves to want to rush their time together. They wanted it to last. To mean something. Silent promises and apologies. Unspoken "I love You's"...

Chloe's hands trailed up Beca's sides and over her ribs, down over her abdomen. Taking her time to feel every crevice, smiling as the muscles tensed beneath her fingertips. She loved watching the way the woman shivered under her touch, both from desire and the chill of just coming from the shower.

They shared another sweet kiss as Beca lowered herself gently between Chloe's legs, moaning softly against the redhead's lips. She loved the way they fit together. Their bodies felt like they were made for each other.

The way Beca's head fit perfectly in the crook of Chloe's neck...the way their breasts pressed into each other...the way Chloe's arms wrapped protectively around Beca's back...

"Beca..." Chloe whimpered. She was already so wet, and she could feel that Beca was too.

So much for that shower... She thought in the back of her mind as she she locked her ankles behind Beca's, egging her on.

Beca began to rock against Chloe, kissing her way along the woma's jawline as one hand slowly descended the redhead's body.

"Is... this... my surprise?" Beca managed between gasps and moans.

Chloe only shook her head as her eyes fluttered closed. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from whispering profanities. Beca looked up just in time to see this and forced herself to look away before she came just from that image.

"I need you," Chloe begged, pushing Beca's hand down until it was right where she wanted it. Beca thrust into the redhead, nipping lightly at her neck as she continued to rock against her. They'd worked up a sweat at this point, panting and gasping as they picked up speed. Chloe was teetering on the edge, clenching and relaxing around Beca's fingers, until Beca began to fist the sheets by her head. She knew this meant Beca was close, as well.

She pulled Beca's face into her hands, fisting the brunette's hair as she stared into those half lidded blue eyes she loved.

"Come with me..." Chloe whispered, holding Beca's gaze. And that was enough to send them both tumbling shamelessly over the edge. They slowed gradually as they rode out their high together, eventually curling up in each other's arms and passing out from exhaustion.

Beca woke two hours later to an empty space beside her. She moved to the dresser and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee before starting off to find Chloe. She eventually heard the redhead in the bathroom, seemingly giving herself a pep talk.

"Okay...you can do this, Chloe." Chloe exhaled, shakily, splashing water over her face for the umpteenth time as she eyed herself in the mirror. "Stay calm... She loves you. You have nothing to be afraid of. She's it for you..."

There was a moment of silence as Chloe got in her "zone".

"I like what we have, Beca. I don't want this with anyone else."

Beca pressed her face to the door, curiously. Had she heard that right?

"Beca Mitchell... I am absolutely head over heels in love with you. Please marry me?"

Beca's hand shot to her mouth and she had to refrain from pushing the door open right in that moment.

No...no... Chloe shook her head in disapproval. That's too desperate...

"Beca, I love being with you. I love how you make me laugh and smile and I love the way you hold me and kiss me... And the way you keep me level headed. I love how passionate you are... I love the way you make love to me and... the way you always stand up for what you believe... I sound like a fucking valedictorian!"

Another frustrated sigh.

"How am I even supposed to do this? " Chloe's shoulders sagged as she leaned over the sink, discouraged.

Beca opened the door when she was sure she heard the redhead sniffling. "Hey," She spoke softly, placing her hands on the redhead's shoulders.

Chloe wiped her face quickly and turned to face Beca, worry etched in her features. "Did you-?"

Beca nodded, smiling tearily. She had heard everything.

"This isn't the way I wanted this to happen," Chloe laughed nervously, wiping her face with her hands.

"Babe...you shouldn't stress over this. I know you're a perfectionist and it's in your nature..." Beca nudged Chloe playfully, eliciting a small smile. "You HAVE to know I would say yes regardless of how you ask me... I love you, Chloe. All of you. The good, the bad, and the ugly...and I know you love me. For some crazy reason, i have no idea why...but you do."

Chloe sniffled once more as she began to giggle through her tears.

"There's that smile," Beca's voice softened, as she looked into Chloe's baby blue eyes.

There was a moment of silence as both women stood in the doorway, debating what they would say next.

"You know... I got you a ring too," Beca admitted.

Chloe's face scrunched adorably in shock. "Really?"

"Yeah... I bought it as soon as we started couples therapy. I knew then that if i was willing to go to therapy to make this work, you HAD to be the one."

"Beca...that's a REALLY long time to hold on to a ring," Chloe blushed, taking Beca's hands in hers.

"It is," Beca chuckled nervously. "You've obviously got more balls than me,"

"Miss 'you can't stress over this'" Chloe teased, pointing her finger into Beca's face.

Beca swatted playfully at Chloe's finger, before falling silent again, as her heart began to pound in her chest

"So, you really want to do this?" Beca asked softly, and Chloe could have melted right then and there at the vulnerability in her love's voice. She sounded so hopeful, yet so afraid.

'I do. .. I REALLY do," Chloe smiled reassuringly. Her heart began to pound excitedly as well.

"Well," Beca's smile grew as she took in the reassuring twinkle of her girlfriend's eyes.

"Let's do this, then. Let's get married."