|We're Singing the Same Song (Even If the Lyrics Aren't the Same)
Author: slackerD PM
Beca Mitchell is falling for Chloe Beale, while her roommate Quinn Fabray seems to be in love with Rachel Berry. Will they ever tell them how they feel? Eventual Bechloe and Faberry.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Rachel B. & Beca M. - Chapters: 28 - Words: 81,685 - Reviews: 91 - Favs: 146 - Follows: 289 - Updated: 04-18-13 - Published: 01-14-13 - Status: Complete - id: 8909645
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Title: We're Singing the Same Song (Even If the Lyrics Aren't the Same) - Part One
Crossover: glee/Pitch Perfect
Pairing/Characters: eventual Rachel/Quinn, Beca/Chloe
Summary: Beca Mitchell is falling for Chloe Beale, while her roommate Quinn Fabray seems to be in love with Rachel Berry. Will they ever tell them how they feel?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~2,360
Spoilers: Pitch Perfect and general glee spoilers
A/N: Okay first off, I stopped watching glee at the beginning of season 3, so I have no idea what's going on anymore. Second, this idea came from marshmallowhobo on tumblr who wanted a fic based off this photoset: marshmallowhobo-tumblr-com/post/40458045122/crossover-glee-pitch-perfect-faberry. And being a crossover junkie, I couldn't resist.
Though it wasn't her first choice, Rachel is still excited to be attending Barden. They have an excellent music and theater department, so hopefully she'll get as much experience as possible and when she graduates, she'll be ready to take New York City by storm.
She's one of the first to arrive on campus. After her dads help her move all her things inside, she shoos them out. For some reason, she doesn't want to meet her new roommate with her fathers hovering. College is going to be a positive, uplifting experience and for some reasons, having her dads around seems like too much.
And honestly, it's not like they can really help her unpack. As expected, the dorm room is rather small, especially for two people. Rachel just hopes her new roommate doesn't mind that she took the left side of the room.
Beca is not impressed with Barden. Not that she expected to be. She knows that it's a top rated school and all that, but the fact that they actually employ her dad loses them major points.
She's tempted to blow the rape whistle just because. With all the chaos surrounding her, would anyone even notice? She dodges students dragging suitcase, carrying boxes and pushing carts as she makes her way to Baker Hall.
Rachel is trying to decide if she should hang up both her Wicked and her Les Misérables poster when the door swings open and in bounces a smiling redhead.
"Hi," she greets. "I'm Chloe."
The redhead looks at the Wicked poster that Rachel just put up.
"You like musicals?" Chloe asks as she sets down a box on the other bed.
Cautiously, Rachel nods.
"Only musicals?" Chloe continues.
"Um, well, no," Rachel replies. "Though my dream is to perform on Broadway, I believe in all music."
Chloe lets out a squeal and suddenly Rachel finds herself caught up in a hug.
"Good," Chloe says. "Because I don't think I could live with someone who doesn't like music."
"Oh, I agree," Rachel replies. "Not liking music is akin to kicking puppies."
Rachel's smile is full of relief. She'd been so worried about what kind of roommate she'd end up with.
"So you won't mind if I sing a lot?" Rachel asks.
Chloe looks up from her unpacking. "Course not. I do that too. Sometimes a song just gets stuck in your head and you gotta sing. Right?"
"I know we just met," Rachel says. "But I think I may already love you a little."
Chloe smiles. "I am very loveable."
When Beca arrives in her room she finds it occupied with a blonde having a quiet, but furious argument with her dad. They don't even acknowledge her when she enters the room, so she throws her stuff on the bed on the right and begins setting up her laptop and other DJing equipment. She tries to ignore the hisses of anger coming from the other side of the very small room.
"…uphold the Fabray reputation…"
"…over five hundred miles away…"
"…paying your tuition…"
Once Beca has enough of the equipment set up, she slams her headphones on and tries to work on a mix. It's tough; it turns out awkwardness is not good mix inspiration. Still, she does her best.
Despite the difficulty she had initially, Beca quickly loses herself in the music. It really never takes much for her. She's so in the zone, that when she's tapped on the shoulder, she actually jumps a bit.
"Holy shit," she says, pulling down the headphones and turning in her seat.
"Sorry," the blond replies. "Didn't mean to scare you."
"S'okay," Beca replies, looking around the room.
The blonde rolls her eyes, though Beca gets the feeling that it's not directed at her. "He's gone. Hopefully for good, though you never really know with Russell."
"Just dad," she replies. "He's just not very good at it. I'm Quinn."
"What are you working on?"
"Oh, uh, I mix songs," Beca replies. "DJing."
"Like a mash up?" Quinn asks.
Beca grins. "Yeah, kinda."
"You're into music?"
Quinn nods. "I was in my high school's glee club. Our advisor really liked mash ups. It became like our thing."
"Glee club, huh."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but I needed another activity to get my dad off my back and it was the only one that worked with my schedule."
"Another activity?" Beca asks.
Beca had never really been involved in high school stuff. She knew most of the band kids, since she played freshman year for a few months because her parents said she had to try something, and a lot of the AV nerds because she liked to borrow the equipment. But after her dad left when she was fifteen, she threw herself completely into DJing. She dropped out of band, got a hold of as much mixing equipment as possible and became a loner. It was just easier that way.
Quinn sighs. "Cheerleading."
Beca raises an eyebrow.
"Hey, we were national champions three years running," Quinn protests. "Besides, it got me scholarships."
"No, it's cool," Beca replies. "I just honestly didn't have you pegged as one of those popular girls."
"You say popular the way I would say leper," Quinn says.
"At least it's not as bad as a serial killer?" Beca suggests. "Hey did you have to wear those super short cheerleading skirts all the time?"
"Yes," Quinn replies. "And let me tell you, it's not the best idea in Ohio in the middle of January."
"I can imagine."
"So this is probably a stupid question," Chloe says once she finishes unpacking. "But are you a theater major?"
Rachel looks up from where she's rereading Les Misérables. "Technically I'm a musical performance major with a theater emphasis."
"So lots of singing?"
Rachel grins. "Yep. What's your major?"
"Biology. Pre med."
"Not what you were expecting?" Chloe smiles.
"I guess I was expecting something a bit more music related," Rachel replies.
"My passion for music doesn't really translate into actual employment the way yours does."
"I suppose I can see that."
"Hey this is campus police, hide your wine coolers."
Recognizing her dad's voice, Beca looks up as the door swings open and her dad enters smiling. "Just joking around."
"I'm laughing on the inside." Beca returns to the mix she'd just been working on.
Seeing the blonde in the room, who's arranging things on her desk, her dad introduces himself.
"I'm Dr. Mitchell, Beca's dad. I teach comparative literature here."
"Nice to meet you sir," Quinn says, turning to face him, though she doesn't stand. "Quinn." And then she returns to what she's doing.
"So, when'd you get here?" he asks. "How'd you get here?"
"Cab," Beca replies. "Didn't want to be a bother."
"You're not bother, Beca," her dad says. "Shelia or I would have been glad to pick you up."
"I can't think of anything more uncomfortable than a car ride with the stepmonster," Beca retorts.
"Of course." Her dad looks around the room, obviously struggling for another topic. "Have you seen much of the campus? The quad is where everyone hangs out whenever it's nice."
"Yeah, well, I don't want to hang out here," Beca replies, as she begins unpacking so she doesn't have to look directly at her dad. "I want to be in LA, getting a job at a record label, so I can start paying my dues."
Her dad sighs. "Beca we've talked about this. DJing is a hobby, not a profession. Unless you're someone awesome, like Rick Dees."
"Wha-I can't even, really?" Beca stops unpacking for a moment. "I want to produce music, dad, make music."
"After you get a college education," her dad replies. "For free, I might add. End of discussion."
Looking uncomfortable, Quinn stands and announces, "I think I'll go to the activities fair."
"Yeah, that's a good idea," Beca says. "I'm gonna go to the activities fair with my brand new, super awesome friend, Quinn." She follows Quinn out and slams the door behind her.
Rachel and Chloe are wandering around the activities fair. There are almost too many activities to choose from. Looking around Rachel sees a club or association for everything she could ever imagine and some she hadn't even thought of.
"Are deaf Jews really that different than other Jews?" Chloe asks as they walk by a booth.
"Um, maybe," Rachel replies. "I don't really know that many deaf Jews."
Suddenly a flyer is thrust into Chloe's face.
"Hi. Can you sing?"
Accepting the flyer, Chloe replies. "We both can."
The other girl looks at Rachel in disdain. "Oh." She grudgingly gives her a flyer as well. "You're both welcome to audition, but we do have certain standards."
The flyer is for the Barden Bellas, a competitive all female a cappella group. Looking at the other girls surrounding the booth, Rachel can agree they definitely have a type. She definitely doesn't fit it, though it looks like Chloe does.
"I've never sung a cappella," Chloe tells the girl.
"That's fine," she replies. "As long as you can sing."
Quinn is apparently a theater major and so when they pass a booth for the theater fraternity, the blonde stops for a chat. Beca listens for a moment, but figures she might as well keep looking, so she tells Quinn she'll see her later.
A few minutes later, Beca's pretty sure she's not going to find anything to hold her interest when she spots a sign that says "Barden DJs". Of course, it turns out that DJ stands for deaf Jews and so Beca keeps walking.
Her phone beeps with a text from her dad. She contemplates not reading it, but she knows if she doesn't, he'll just reference it later and be pissed that she didn't read it.
Even though you only went to the activities fair to escape me, it wouldn't hurt to join a group or two.
She groans. God, can't he just leave her alone? It should be enough that she's even at this damn school. Agitated and still glaring at her phone, Beca isn't looking where she's going and runs into someone.
The girl, Brooke, is explaining the a cappella hierarchy on campus to Chloe and Rachel, well mostly Chloe, when someone stumbles into the redhead.
"Watch where you're going bitch," Brooke snaps.
The brunette is about the apologize, but stops at Brooke's statement.
"Right." She turns to Chloe. "Sorry. Didn't see you."
"It's fine," Chloe replies, cheerfully. "It's crazy around here, right?"
The brunette nods.
"I'm Chloe," she continues, sticking out her hand.
"Uh, Beca," the girl replies, awkwardly shaking Chloe's hand.
"And this is my roommate Rachel," Chloe says, gesturing to Rachel.
"Hi," Rachel says offering a little wave.
"Hey." Beca shoves her phone back into her pocket. "Listen, it was really great to meet you guys, but I've gotta… be elsewhere." She quickly walks off.
Beca's only gone a few steps, before the redhead is by her side again. "Uh…"
"Can you sing?" the redhead, Chloe asks.
"Because I was thinking of auditioning for the Barden Bellas," she continues. "And my roommate isn't really interested."
"What the hell are the Barden Bellas?" Beca asks.
"Apparently they're an all female a cappella group," Chloe replies.
"Really? Sounds kinda lame."
"Maybe," Chloe agrees. "But sometimes lame is fun. Right?"
"Um, listen, I really am sorry I ran into you, but I'm not really looking for-"
"I don't believe in coincidences, Beca," Chloe interrupts. "You ran into me for a reason."
Chloe nods. "The universe is trying to tell us something."
"Really? Because I sorta feel like the universe has already screwed me over enough, so I'm not sure I really want to listen anymore."
"But everything the universe did got you to this point," Chloe says. "And it got you to run into me. Totally kismet."
"Um, wow, I don't think so," Beca replies. "Once again, it was nice to meet you, but I really do need to get going."
"Fine," Chloe says. "But when we run into each other again, you'll have to admit I'm right."
Beca just half waves over her shoulder and heads back towards the theater fraternity booth, hoping Quinn is still there.
Rachel watches with amusement as Chloe follows after Beca and stops her a few feet away. She glances over at the pair as she mulls around the Bellas booth.
"Just because your friend is our type, doesn't mean we'll accept you automatically," Brooke sneers. "I don't care how great of singer you are."
"Don't worry," Rachel replies. "I have no intention of auditioning. Besides the fact that I have no interest, you don't seem like the sort of person I want to associate with."
Apparently this was the wrong thing to say. "Listen, bitch," Brooke growls, leaning closer and lowering her voice. "You're a freshman. Obviously. So I won't crush you under my heel. But we're the shit on this campus. And you're making yourself enemies."
"Wow, really," Rachel says. "Are you going to knock my books out of my hands as I walk to class?"
"Hey guys," Chloe interrupts.
"Oh, hey Chloe," Brooke says, an obviously fake smile now plastered on her face. "I hope I see you at auditions."
Once Brooke has broken away, Rachel and Chloe keep walking.
"So…that was interesting."
"Are you going to audition?" Rachel asks.
"I'm thinking about it," Chloe replies. "It sounds like fun."
"Could be," Rachel offers sarcastically.
"Yeah, she was kinda a bitch, but I still think it'll be fun."
"And the reason you chased after…Beca?"
Chloe shrugs. "You know how you meet someone and you just know?"
"That they should be in your life," Chloe replies. "I felt it with you. And I felt it with Beca too."
"Well, she seemed a bit reluctant, so good luck with that."
"I'm not worried," Chloe says. "Things like this have a way of working themselves out."
Grinning, she hooks her arm with Rachel's as they continue to explore the activities fair.