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The knock on the door was not something Aubrey was expecting. She hopped off the couch with House M.D blaring from the TV and stole a quick glance at the clock. It was almost eleven. "Who could it be at this hour?" She muttered quietly to herself. She turned the knob and began opening the door. "How can I help- Beca?"
The young Alt. girl stood at the door fiddling with her hands and looking extremely uncomfortable. Aubrey ushered her in. "Hey. Sorry to come so late. I just... Needed someone to talk to."
The blonde nodded pulling Beca to the couch and shutting off the TV. "Do you want anything? Water?"
Beca shook her head, shifting in her seat. Whatever she was here for, she was nervous. She fidgeted a little and kept looking around the room, anywhere except Aubrey. The older girl laid a hand on her bouncing knee, halting the movement and getting the brunette to look at her for the first time that night. Her eyes were full of emotions, but one stood out among the rest. Confusion.
Aubrey retrieved her hand and leaned back against the brown couch's armrest. The soft glow from a light in the kitchen illuminated the nervous freshman's face. She realized that Aubrey wasn't going to push her and that she would wait until she was ready to say what was on her mind. Beca took a calming breath and looked Aubrey dead in the eye. "Chloe kissed me."
Aubrey found herself caught off guard by the unexpected for the second time that night. Her mouth dropped open against her will and she stared. "Uh..." She realized that Beca was waiting for her to say something, but she just wasn't sure how to respond. That would explain all of Chloe's sneaking around and taking off every time she saw the brunette. It would also explain the depression.
"I assume this means she hasn't talked to you either then. Damnit! I don't know what to do." The young girl looked so lost. She and Chloe had gotten so close through the year and to have that connection suddenly cut was a devastating blow.
"Well... What did you do after the uh... The kiss?" The brunette shook her head and threw her hands up in the air.
"I didn't have time to do anything! She just took off before I could say anything. She probably thinks I hate her!" Aubrey nodded taking in this information while looking at the brunette as if searching for something.
"But you don't..." It was almost a question, but one that she already knew the answer to.
"No! Not at all! I really..." The DJ's eyes widened considerably. "Oh..."
"Yeah 'oh' you aca-bitch! It's about time you figured it out." She crossed her arms watching the girl in front of her have some form of internal debate.
"You'll help me find her?" The blonde smiled.
"Of course I will. I think I know where she'll be."
Chloe sat with her legs crossed at the ankles and headphones in her ears. "I am titanium..." She sang softly. It was already dark and the only light came from the TV in the other room.
"You can't avoid her forever, you know." She was up in an instant, a hand pressed to settle her rapidly beating heart.
"God Tom! You scared me." He shrugged, beaconing her to follow him. She fell in step behind him frowning. What's this all ab-" whatever she was about to say completely flew her mind. There in the living room was Beca.
The ginger started for the door when a hand clapped down on her shoulder, keeping her rooted in her tracks. "Oh no you don't." Chloe glared into Tom's eyes before groaning hopelessly. "I'm spending the night at Jim's. You two work things out, and you-" he pointed at the redhead. "No running. I will tie you down if I have to." And with that, he left.
Chloe shifted, her breath quickening and her mind racing a mile a minute. "I thought running away was my thing." Beca stepped a little closer and Chloe grimaced hearing the hurt in the freshman's voice. "You didn't even give me a chance to say anything, ya know? What, did you think I'd hate you or something? You know me better than that."
"Do you have something to say or are you just here to make me feel like even more of an idiot?" The tone caught Beca completely off guard. It was so raw and vulnerable that it made her chest hurt.
"You're right. I'm sorry." It entered her mind that she had been apologizing a lot lately. "I... I'm not good at sharing emotions. I spent most of my life learning to hide them, but..." Chloe turned around to find the brunette directly behind her. "You changed that. You changed me, Chloe. And I want you to know that I broke up with Jessie because, even though I didn't know it, there was someone else I'd rather be with."
The ginger could feel her heart shatter in her chest. "Well then what are you doing here? I'm sure he's waiting for you." Beca dropped to the floor.
"What am I not doing?" She mumbled under her breath before shouting, loud enough that she was sure anyone passing could have heard; "God Chloe! I'm gay!"
The redhead knelt down next to the frustrated DJ. "You are?"
"Yes! But you ran off before I could tell you. You haven't answered my calls or texts and... Oh." It dawned on her that she was describing exactly what she'd done to Chloe not long ago. "Shit! I'm so sorry I made you feel this way." She hung her head, feeling like an idiot. "We have got to stop doing this to each other."
Chloe giggled wiping away the tears that had formed who knows when. "So how do we fix this?" She asked hope filling her once again.
"Well." Beca scooted closer, showing off one of her rare, but adorable smiles. "We could start by listening to each other more..."
"Go on." The ginger had a full blown smile on her face at this point.
"Whoa, turn down the smile, I'm going blind." Chloe glared playfully, her previous depression disappearing and becoming a faint memory. "And I'm going to have to learn to trust you more..." The singer nodded. "But most importantly I was wondering if you would do me the honor of being my girlfriend."
The brunette was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug. When Chloe pulled away her eyes locked with Beca's. They both leaned in slowly, savoring the moment that their lips touched, ever so gently. A soft caress of smooth skin.
Chloe could swear she felt the energy flow into her body. It wasn't hasty, they weren't trying to shove their tongues down each other's throats, though Chloe's mind piped up saying there would be plenty of time for that later.
When they broke apart, foreheads touching Chloe sighed happily. "So does this mean I get the girl?" Beca asked.
"You totes just ruined the moment!" Chloe replied. "But yes. It does."