So this has been sitting on my desk since about February hastily scrawled in a notebook. And I'm hoping that by finally typing up and uploading the first chapter will spur me on and I'll finish writing this plot bunny that has hopped it's way around my head for seven months.

First Multi-fic so wish me luck. (I predict only four chapters... hopefully)

And a huge supermegaawesomefoxyhot shoutout to every single person that has favourited and followed my stories or me as an author. And this who took the time to review. Seriously thank you. It's so humbling.

Disclaimer: You know the drill, the only thing I own is my grammatical mistakes and poor excuse for humour.

Chloe knew.

She was always that type that just knew. And it wasn't like it phased her or anything either, she was always willing to just accept things as they came; she had no idea when it started but at some point she fell in love with Beca Mitchell. And she had been for quite a while now.

And it's not her fault this cute, small, badass DJ walked into her life a year ago, trailing away from the Bella's booth with a smirk on her face and an offended Aubrey, (frankly she found their whole interaction hilarious, but it wasn't like she was going to tell Aubrey that). And she hadn't planned to jump in on her while in the shower. To be honest, she didn't even know it was the same girl. She was casually having some down time with Tom and just... daayym that voice. Not only that, but that voice singing her Lady Jam, how could anybody resist that?

It was all touch and go- she still hadn't even found out her name until auditions where she swaggers in late and "didn't know they had to prepare that song" and- come on, everybody knows that song, but she can't help her curiosity at what the mysterious girl with the simplistic tattoos and alternative style had prepared, so she's waves Aubrey's regulations off and tells the girl she can sing whatever she likes, and well... daayym.

Looking back, it was probably around this point that the redhead knew she was hooked. When Hood Night came around Chloe couldn't help but be intrigued (and maybe even enthralled) by Beca and yeah- ok, maybe there was a hint of jealousy after seeing her act all cosy towards the Treble boy. It also didn't help that Tom was bored that night and decided to crash the aca-party, but meh –she was drunk, and he was there, and the Treble was flirting with Beca.

Except... he wasn't, well; he wasn't for now, but the way he was stumbling over seats towards the beer keg it looked like he wouldn't be too long. So Chloe jumped on the chance, and maybe, accidently jumped on Beca too.

"I'm so glad I met you!" Awesome start, "I think we're going to be fast friends." Fast friends? Not good friends? Ugh Chloe, your drunk is showing. But she couldn't help it, with Beca's breath so close, and hands, so warm enveloped in her own, Chloe couldn't help but think yes, I could get used to this.

And then Beca goes and references to being naked in the shower supplied with a seductive wink, Chloe's words get stuck in her throat; so it's probably best to remedy this with more drinks.

And later, when she hears someone shout something about kings, she looks back and sees Beca with a drink in hand, and the Treble boy ...damn.

The next day didn't go as smoothly as Chloe had hoped. Two girls are kicked out, Aubrey nearly throws up, and Beca seems intent on commenting on – well, everything. And hell forbid if Amy did ANY cardio that day.
Chloe did like these new Bella's better than the old ones; they were light-hearted and entertaining. But there's only so much they can amuse you before you become tired; for example spending a whole ten minutes trying to stop Stacie groping herself.
Suppose there are always some things in life deemed impossible.

And then Beca keeps screwing up her hand movements and Chloe flashbacks to Hood Night and how amazing they felt and can't help coming up behind Beca and guiding her wrists.

"I... I can do it"

And that was probably the cutest thing Chloe's ever heard in her life.

Practice ends, and Aubrey expresses everything to Beca she had previously complained about to Chloe the night before in a drunken ramble, except this time she's sober and maybe a little more riled up by Beca's cocky smirk and sarcastic remarks.

"I can see your toner though those jeans!"

"That's my dick!"

And that's probably the hottest thing Chloe's ever heard.

Days pass, and Chloe acquires Beca's number and texts her incessantly until Beca replies. All Chloe can do is smile and send one more: "Told you! Fast friends. Coffee?"

"Sure."

She begins noticing in between classes Beca likes to sit on the quad with her laptop and lose herself in her headphones. And she has to stop herself from skipping across the grass and stealing them, desperate to know what she's listening to.
But for the first time in her life, Chloe begins to understand social boundaries.
... sort of.

A few days later she sees her again, except this time with the Treble boy (her sources tell her that his name is Jesse) and she's set to walk away until she gets a text "What the fuck is a riff off?" She looks back over to see Jesse laughing his head off (metaphorically) and Beca tucking her phone way. She decides this is her opening, so she dodges the group of people leaping around in a circle and makes her way over.

"The Riff-Off is a competition between aca-groups, it's mostly just a bit of fun where we counter each other's songs and back our own group up"

Beca's startled at the voice behind her but relaxes when she realises who it is, Jesse however, looks a little forlorn from the interruption and suddenly feeling like a third wheel, he awkwardly excuses himself.

...Good.

"So... a competition?"

"You'll see tonight, don't worry." She flashes Beca one of her award-winning-Beale smile and relaxes down onto the grass next to her. "So... you and Jesse eh?"

"We're just friends."

"Looked like more than friends," she had stated it playfully rather than accusatory but it still caused Beca to pause.

"I've already told Aubrey it's none of her business-"

"- No! I'm not spying or anything. I was just asking. We're friends, I was asking as your friend."

"Oh." Beca relaxes back onto her hands and sighs, "I think he likes me, but I think it's because he lives in this fantasy world where his life is like a movie, and I'm the girl the guy gets."

"... do you want to be that girl?"

"Ugh, no. I mean... maybe. I like Jesse but I don't think it's anything more than friendship. Besides, I hate movies. WAY too predictable"

"You hate movies?!"

"Yeah"

Welp, there goes Chloe's suggestion of hanging out on the weekend. "What do you do in your spare time then?"

"Music, or read, or sleep"

Chloe just nodded in response and was trying to think of some way to hang out when Beca checked her phone and suddenly jumped up "crap. I gotta go to class, see you tonight."

Now, when you're crushing on someone, it's hard not to already think quite highly of them, and it definitely doesn't help when they rush out into the middle of the pool floor and begin rapping solo. And that now stood, with each word rolling effortlessly off her tongue, as the sexiest thing Chloe has witnessed.

Weeks pass and it becomes a routine every Sunday afternoon (during one of Aubrey's many Law Study group sessions in the library) Beca will come round to Chloe's and they'd sit, and talk, and just hang out, and study together. (Beca on her laptop or reading a book and Chloe with her textbooks and notepads) And yeah, things couldn't have been going more perfect.

Regional's arrive and they scrape through, and then Beca goes and punches some forty year old guy and all hell breaks loose.

And probably the worst thing is when Aubrey stops Chloe from following her to the police station and Jesse goes instead. "I can bail her out!" She protests.

"Jesse said he was covering it Chloe. Now come on, I'll go grab the scoresheets and we'll head back for a Bella's meeting."

"Are we gonna wait for Beca for this meeting?"

Aubrey sighs, "By the time Beca gets out, the auditorium will be locked!"

"Then why don't we meet in her room?" It was Amy that asked the question and stops Chloe's train of thought. She'd never actually been in Beca's dorm room before. Any time that they'd hang out they would meet at either Chloe's or at the coffee shop down the road, and Chloe couldn't contain her excitement at the opportunity to open the door a little wider to the mystery of Beca Mitchell.

"That sounds like a great idea!"

Aubrey sighs again before conceding to their requests "Okay okay. When we get back to campus we'll wait for Beca in her dorm room, wherever that is" she negotiates, crossing her arms.

"Baker Hall" Cynthia Rose comments, "But can we please get out of these ridiculous clothes first?" The Bella's all mumble in agreement and this time Aubrey rolls her eyes.

"Okay, we'll get changed and meet at Baker Hall in an hour, good?"

Unfortunately Beca isn't back by the time the Bella's meet up, so after an awkward knock and a rushed explanation to uncaring ears the nine girls find themselves squashed into Beca's half of the room, with constant glares from her roommate.

Chloe can't help herself; she looks around and takes in everything Beca, her closet containing those skinny jeans and cargo pants, and noticeably- no dresses. Her shelves stacked with CD's and records, a record player tucked to the side. Her school books scattered on the floor by the foot of her bed, rather than her desk which is taken up mostly by a keyboard, her MAC, and something like a music desk. Huh.

It's about now that Chloe understands just exactly how much Beca loves music.

They just sit and talk in quiet voices (otherwise they receive another classic-Kimmy Jin-glare) and wait. Its two hours until they hear the footsteps outside, and the rattle of the door opening. Chloe's not sure about everyone else, but she sees it: Beca's tired eyes and slumped form, only for a second before she composes herself into the cocky Beca that Chloe realises only now might just be a facade.

"WHAT UP SHAWSHANK!"

Aubrey begins the meeting only to be interrupted by Beca once again, but this time she goes to her computer and opens up a program. And then it all makes sense; the turntable, the piano, the program, and Beca's constant comments about 'mixing things up'. Beca didn't just listen to music, she creates it.
"I didn't know you were into this stuff."

"I-yeah"

And suddenly Chloe is eager as hell to see this part of Beca, to hear this part of Beca, and can't help speaking up when Aubrey stops them again "It's pretty cool." Her comment is ignored and the Bella's meeting finishes, but Chloe can't help but notice that Beca is doing everything she can to hold it together. So when everyone files out, Chloe stays behind.

Beca's standing up now, her eyebrows raised in question as Chloe closes the door and turns to her. "Becs" she says as she moves closer "are you okay?" she notices her bruised knuckles and untidy demeanour and before she can react properly Beca is falling into her for a hug. Nothing catches Chloe off guard more but she wraps her arms around the brunette's shoulders and holds Beca tightly as the young girl shivers in her arms, obvious that she's close to crying. Chloe doesn't say anything, but instead holds her tighter and closes her eyes, taking in everything Beca for as long as the moment may last.

The realisation hits her suddenly; this was the first time Beca actually initiated any contact, and Chloe can't help but like that. Love it. Yep, standing there in the middle of the room holding Beca is when Chloe realises she's in love. And maybe doesn't mind one bit.

When the embrace finally finishes Beca slumps onto her bed, leaning against the sideboard. "Prison wasn't THAT bad, was it?" Chloe asks in a feeble attempt at a joke.

Beca rubs her eyes the palms of her hands, obvious that she's exhausted before letting out a shaky "Jesse... he... he called my Dad"

"okay..." Chloe hadn't really heard much about... well, anything about Beca's life.

"And I yelled at him."

"Your Dad?"

"No, well yes. But Jesse too."

"I see..."

"And my Dad wants to cut me off LA." Beca slides down her bed and lays her head on the pillow, with Chloe sitting next to her. None of it really made any sense, but Chloe figures that can be left for another day. So she pulls the corners of the blankets over the already half-asleep Beca and gets up to leave. She makes it to the door before she hears a faint "Chloe?"

"Yeah?"

"... thank you."

"Anytime Becs." And with that she leaves. The way back to her apartment is slow, and Chloe can't help but wish she was still back in that room with Beca.