Loving the Enemy

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They belong to Kay Cannon and the producers of Pitch Perfect. The songs are from a mash-up I found on YouTube done by DJPenetration.

A/N: This is the LAST installment to the She's the Enemy series. In the future, I might write other one-shots that are in the same universe, but I'm ready to put this series behind me (for now).

Chloe decided that she was very easily distracted when it came to Beca. Because whatever good vibes she was feeling before (and during) that very, very intense session of shower sex… What was she talking about again? Oh right. Whatever those feelings were, they were gone.

Okay, so maybe it was her fault for asking Beca to date her exclusively right afterwards… then suggesting that they have another date in her dorm room. She swore she saw a flash of hurt on the younger girl's face before it disappeared again, masked by her cool exterior. Beca had responded that their dorm room trysts had not counted as dates, and that she wasn't interested in going back into the closet for any relationship or potential relationship. Then she proceeded to walk out of the shower with her towel, leaving Chloe in nothing but her pile of wet clothes. Okay, maybe she deserved that a little.

So here she was, two months later, sitting outside the music hall pretending to read her Advanced Music Theory book, with Beca Mitchell sitting across the quad flirting with some ugly bimbo that was totally not her type. And by flirting, Chloe meant that the bimbo was flirting with Beca, and Beca wasn't doing anything to stop it. And by ugly, Chloe really meant a very attractive and confident brunette that looked way too much like that cheerleader from One Tree Hill. Ugh.

To make matters worse, Aubrey still had no idea that her best friend had been sleeping with a Treble… and that the same best friend had nodes. Chloe couldn't shake off a constant feeling of dread, because nothing seemed to be going right since that night at the showers. It had been getting a lot harder to hide the strain in her voice… Not that it mattered much anymore, since they lost at Regionals. She had been constantly distracted during her practices, making stupid mistakes in choreography and forgetting her words, letting her guilt eat at her. She spent a lot of time outdoors, where the Treblemakers often hung out or performed, hoping to catch a glimpse of the only female member. But Beca never acknowledged her.

When they found out that they were back in the competition a few weeks later, Chloe wasn't thrilled. It meant another month of straining her vocal chords, and postponing her vocal nodule removal surgery. It took another two weeks of messing up before the Bellas staged an intervention, showing up her in her room unexpectedly in the middle of the night.

"This is getting ridiculous, Chloe! I'm your best friend and I feel like I don't even know you anymore! Your voice doesn't sound Aguilerian anymore, you're missing dance steps, you show up late, you haven't—"

"What's going on with you, girl?" Cynthia Rose cut in, shooting Aubrey a warning glare.

"Yeah, something's up with you. Even I've been doing more cardio than you." Fat Amy jumped in. The rest of the Bellas looked at her, concerned. Chloe backed into the corner of her room, trying to find an escape, feeling trapped.

"I've just been stressed, with senior year ending and applying to jobs and—"

"That's absolutely no excuse to slack off on the Bellas! We're a team! We wouldn't even be in the finals if they hadn't caught the high schooler in the other team!"

Chloe felt her defenses harden and her anger rise.

"What, are you saying it's my fault that we lost? Our set sucks!"

The two best friends ended up in each other's faces, fists clenched at their sides. The rest of the Bellas watched on, concerned yet fascinated by what was happening.

"Our set sucks because YOU messed up the choreography!"

"Our set sucks because YOU won't listen to anyone's ide—" Chloe felt her voice crack, and her voice dissolved into a violent fit of coughs. She was immediately surrounded by the Bellas, Lilly rushing over to rub her back silently, her eyes staring at the two friends wildly. Aubrey had been the only one who hadn't moved, looking at her with a mixture of shock and concern. When Chloe finally managed to calm down, she whispered a thank you to the girls and looked up at Aubrey.


"I have nodes…" she whispered, earning a collective gasp from the Bellas, "…and I slept with a Treble."

"Chlo—wait, WHAT!?" Aubrey screeched, and the Bellas immediately started whispering excitedly, with the exception of Cynthia Rose, who was smirking knowingly at the redhead that was now staring really hard at the floor.

"Shh, quiet down!" Lilly suddenly hissed, and everyone looked at her in shock, hearing her voice at an audible level for the first time. Even Aubrey's arms paused in middle of reaching over to strangle Chloe. "Let Chloe speak," the meek girl whispered, her voice once again barely audible when she realized that the attention was on her. Everyone turned to Chloe, who was still trying to burn a hole through the carpet with her eyes, a dark blush staining her cheeks.

"I've been…" She trailed off, not quite sure how to continue. "I love you all. You know I'm always the happy one, the one who talks to everyone… but I haven't been… happy. I… I thought it was important… keeping things the same… to be happy. But it's not… and I'm not. I… I can't keep singing like this. I made an appointment to have my nodes surgically removed after Finals… and I can't… I've been trying to keep things the same… but I… I'm…" She trailed off when she felt a tear slide down her cheek, realizing that she had started crying.

"Chloe, everyone knows they're still chillin' with me," Cynthia Rose said, "Ain't nobody got a problem with it but you." The Bellas looked at her in confusion, then back at Chloe for explanation when they realized that Cynthia wasn't going to offer one.

Chloe shook her head.

"I didn't know that until after… and by then I didn't know how to tell you all that… that I met someone. I think I love—"

"You fell in love with a Treble!?" Aubrey screeched, this time held back by Stacie and Denise.

"Please, Bree, let me finish," she said, finally looking up at Aubrey pleadingly, who seemed both hurt that her best friend had felt that she couldn't open up to her, and angry that her best friend had betrayed the Bella oath. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just… I knew how you were going to react—" Aubrey scoffed. "See? You hate the Treblemakers with a passion. And it wasn't my fault! I didn't know they were a Treble, and by then I just couldn't…"

"How could you not have known!? We've competed with them every year! The only new member on the team is that Beca girl!"

Cynthia Rose rolled her eyes, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair in frustration.

"Are you slow or what? She's saying she has the hots for that Treble chick!"

The Bellas gasped, and Chloe wished that the ground would swallow her up just so she wouldn't have to be the center of attention anymore.

"Man, two out of ten, who would have thought," Fat Amy mused, completely missing the exasperated look that Cynthia Rose threw at her. The Bellas stood there in silence, not knowing what else to say. Finally, Aubrey gently pulled her arms free and stepped forward, her face softening as she saw the redhead flinch, as if thinking she was going to slap her. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around Chloe and pulled her into a tight hug.

"I'm hurt you didn't tell me about your nodes. And I hate you for sleeping with a Treble," the blonde mumbled, "but I love you anyway because you're my best friend. Besides, we're too close to Finals to find a replacement anyway."

Chloe sobbed in relief, clutching at her best friend tightly, mumbling apologies. They were soon joined by the rest of the group, everyone feeling much lighter than they had in days. Aubrey glared at Stacie, who muttered that she should have just gone for it when one of the Treblemakers hit on her last week.

"I can't believe you're dating a…" Aubrey said when they disentangled themselves from each other. She paused, noticing that Chloe looked nervous again. "…A freshman," she finished, smiling at the relief on Chloe's face. But that was short lived as Chloe frowned again, biting her lip and looking away.

"I'm not… we're not dating. She got tired of me… being scared."

"What? How dare her, a Treble does not get to drop a Bella like that. You'll get her back." Everyone stared at Aubrey in surprise, disbelieving of how accepting she was being of a Bella and a Treble. Aubrey rolled her eyes. "After we kick their asses during Finals, of course. Then I could care less if they sleep together. Time for bed. Practice is moved up to 6AM tomorrow. We have a new set to plan."

By the time Finals rolled around, the Bellas were ready with a newer, bolder set. Apparently, Lilly was a phenomenal beatboxer. Everyone worked hard on the set, contributing her talents and ideas. As they stood in the wings, waiting for their turn to compete, they agreed – well, maybe everyone but Aubrey – that win or lose, they were proud of themselves because it was the first time they had really felt like a team. In the last month, the girls had grown much closer than they had, and learned to trust each other with everything they had.

But that didn't stop Chloe from being extremely nervous. Because not only were they performing something completely new and uncharacteristic of the Barden Bellas – they had selected the songs for Chloe to sing for a special someone. And as they began their set with all girls singing the beginning of Flo Rida and Ke$ha's Right Round, she scanned the crowd to find a face she hadn't seen in a while.

"You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down, when you go down, down."

She squinted at the bright light as she harmonized with Aubrey, anxious to find Beca before her solo.

She found the female Treble sitting in one of the middle rows, staring at her intently, which almost unnerved her. She grabbed her microphone tighter, bringing it closer to her lips as she cut in with her solo, changing some of the words to Katy Perry's song.

"This was never the way I planned, not my intention, I got so brave, drink in hand, lost my discretion. It's not what I'm used to, just wanna try you on. I'm curious for you, caught my attention."

The rest of the girls joined in as they switched back to the previous song for one line, giving her the boost she needed, allowing her to stare right into Beca's eyes as she sang her lines.

"You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down, when you go down, down."

"I kissed a girl just to try it, I didn't know I would love it."

Then Cynthia Rose jumped in with her solo, with Stacie dancing behind her.

"From the top of the pole I watch her go down, she got me throwin' my money around…"

Fat Amy jumped in later, adding Britney's If You Seek Amy to the mix. The Bellas switched between the three songs for a few more lines before ending their performance, their hearts pounding wildly as they faced a standing ovation.

Chloe lost sight of Beca as the girls dragged her off the stage. When she walked out to the audience, the seat formerly occupied by the brunette was empty. She was about to panic when she caught sight of an amused Jesse, who gestured towards the exit with his head. Nodding in gratitude, she rushed outside.

She found Beca sitting on the steps outside, hugging her knees to her chest. She approached her nervously, taking a seat next to her and hoping that the younger girl wouldn't run.

"Hey," she whispered. Beca turned to face her, an eyebrow raised.

"You do know that the Katy Perry song was about experimenting, right?"

Chloe blushed, looking down.

"I changed some of the lyrics," she mumbled, feeling flustered, "Diana Ross's I'm Coming Out just didn't fit the set." She felt a slight nudge on her shoulder and looked up to see a smiling Beca, who reached up and pushed a stray lock of hair behind Chloe's ear.

"You know, they're probably announcing the winners right now," she whispered, moving closer to the older girl. Chloe felt her heart pounding wildly against her chest.

"I," she trailed off, "I don't care. I've already won."

Beca grinned.

"I'm going to kiss you now."


"Anyone could walk out and see us."


"Are you—" Beca's words were cut off by Chloe's lips on her, the Bella kissing the Treblemaker deeply. Both girls smiled into the kiss, having missed each other during their time apart. When they separated, Chloe leaned her head on Beca's shoulder, both quietly listening to the muffled cheering inside the auditorium.

"You think we should head inside and find out who they're cheering for?" Beca finally asked.

"Nah, I can congratulate my team later."

"…or you can congratulate mine."

"Nope, we were totally better than you."

"Please, our mix had six songs in it. That's twice as many as yours."

"We were still better. Oh, and by the way, you're not allowed to talk to that One Tree Hill girl lookalike again."


"That girl you were totally flirting with the other day!"


"Never mind."

"Are you jealous? And… were you spying on me?"

"No. But I'm allowed to say that now, as your girlfriend."

"Who said you're my girlfriend?"

"Shut up."


"Hey Beca?"


"I love you."

"I love you too."

A/N 2: I had to include Sophia Bush in there… somehow after all that Twitter business. ;)