AN: Sorry it's been a while. I have been doing so much with music that I had next to no free time :P But all my concerts are over next week so I should be able to get back to writing. I would have posted a whole AN telling you it wouldn't be until this weekend that I updated, but that is not allowed so…. Sorry ha. Thanks to all my followers and reviewers. We got 100! I'm excited in case you couldn't tell. The story is winding down so I hope you all have enjoyed it as much as I have. I'm betting on about five or less more chapters. Love you all!

Disclaimer: If you haven't figured out that I don't own this movie yet…. I do not own pitch perfect.

When Beca and Chloe returned to the apartment, they immediately noticed the absence of one strict blonde. Chloe was the first to speak, looking around. "Where's Aubrey?"

Her mom glanced up from her book, noticing the girls intertwined hands. "Some of the girls came and got her. Something about forgetting today." She smiled at her daughter before getting up. "Will you be joining us for the rest of the evening, Beca?"

The brunette stuttered out a response, completely unnerved by her girlfriend's parents. When she failed to communicate intellegently, the ginger tightened her grip on the captive hand and answered. "No she has classes starting tomorrow so she has to head back to her dorm."

It was then that Chloe's father entered the living room. "In that case, why don't I drive Beca home? It'll give us a chance to get to know each other." Mr. Beale clapped a strong hand on the young DJ's shoulder before steering her out the door before she could protest.

Chloe let Beca's hand slip from hers and shrugged as the girl mouthed "help." She knew that the brunette would capture her father's heart just as fast as she had her own. She turned and faced her mother again as the door clicked shut behind her.

"Hi..." She rolled onto the balls of her feet nervously. She knew she had this conversation coming, but now that it was there she felt unprepared.

"Hi." Her mom responded, gesturing to the couch. "Have a seat." The redhead dropped to the furniture, wringing her hands nervously. Mrs. Beale sat elegantly next to her, angled so that she could look at her uncomfortable daughter.

They sat together in silence for a few moments before they started speaking at the same time. Chloe laughed nervously and her mother chuckled before moving her hand in a "continue" gesture.

"Okay. So I'm sorry you guys had to find out this way. I was going to tell you, I swear, but..." She collected her thoughts before starting again. "I understand if you're not comfortable with this, but it's not a phase. This is who I am. I've known since before Barden. I won't apologize for who I am and if you and Dad can't accept me then-"

"Chloe, dear. Stop." The singer hadn't even notice the tears that had sprung into her eyes. Mrs. Beale scooted closer and rubbed the distraught woman's back. "Your father and I don't care if you date women. You're sexual orientation is just part of who you are. We just want you to be happy."

A sob bubbled up in the redhead's chest and she buried her face in the aging woman's neck. Her tears created wet dots on the gray sweater her mom was wearing. "I'm sorry." She managed to get out between coughs. "I was so scared. "

Mrs. Beale held her daughter tighter. "I know Honey. It's alright now." Chloe cried for what seemed like hours before finally quieting, exhausted. "To be honest, I've known for a while."

Chloe gasped, sitting up. "But I always assumed you'd end up with Aubrey."

Chloe could only laugh. "Oh please mom! She's straight as a board!" The older ginger smirked, not unlike Beca.

"If you say so."


"Just because you're a girl doesn't mean I'll go easy on you." The voice after the thick silence made Beca jump.

"Excuse me?" Her voice sounded weak, even to her own ears.

"I mean that it doesn't matter who's courting Chloe. She's my little girl and I won't stand for anyone disrespecting her." Beca could tell that this was one of those talks that was supposed to put the fear of death in the recieving party.

"I have no intentions of hurting her, sir." She knew she sounded stiff, but being in a car with her girlfriend's dad did nothing to put her at easy.

He studied her a moment before flicking his eyes back to the road. "I love her." He said softly. Beca smiled for the first time during their drive.

"So do I." That seemed to be the right thing to say. He extended his hand to her which she took.

"The name's Tim. And you are?" The brunette smirked.

"Beca Mitchel, sir." They shook hands and Beca felt a little better.


Amy laughed clutching a stumbling Aubrey as they tumbled through the door to her apartment, ending up in a giggling tangle of limbs. The older blonde snorted resulting in an even more forceful bout of laughing.

"I'mma right have a six pack after this." Amy managed to get out, clutching her sides and looking at the inebriated business woman to her left.

Aubrey could only manage a nod. She wasn't exactly sure what had been so funny, but she just could not seem to stop laughing. She was aware, however, of the uncomfortable wood floor pressing into her cheek.

She pulled herself onto Amy's couch and motioned for the other girl to join her once she had calmed down. Amy sat on the far end being sure not to touch Aubrey who was sprawled on her stomach in a very unkempt fashion.

The occasional giggle could be heard from the ex-Bella for a while. When Amy heard nothing from her for quite some time, she assumed the other girl had fallen asleep.

She moved to stand, padding past Aubrey's head on her way to the kitchen for some water. A hand shot out and latched onto her wrist. She jumped a bit, startled. "Come back."

The blonde's eyes looked almost black in the dark of the room. Amy allowed herself to be pulled back to the couch, laying down. She put her arm around Aubrey who settled in next to her, curling into the Aussie's side and resting her head on her chest.

After a few minutes of silence, Amy glanced down to her couch-buddy only to find dark eyes locked on hers. Thinking back on it, Amy wasn't sure who leaned in first.

Soft lips brushed tentatively. Amy could feel her body light on fire as the kiss deepened. She fought back a moan, not wanting to snap Aubrey out of whatever trance she was in. She was glad to be in the arms of the woman she had grown to love, if only for one night.