A/N: Greetings my little aca-darlings! I'm back with another multi chapter fic! Special thanks to the anon who prompted this. You are awesome, my little love bug. Hope you guys enjoy the story. Much love!

"There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be..." ~ John Lennon

The smell of fresh brewed coffee invaded Beca's senses as she opened the door to the small café that she frequented. As she walked in she was greeted by the barista behind the counter.

"Good morning, Beca." the cute blonde said, smiling. "Let me guess, large low-fat caramel macchiato?"

The brunette flashed her best charming smile, unable to reign in her naturally flirtatious disposition. "Good morning, Sarah. Am I really that predictable?"

The blonde giggled. "You order the same thing every time you come in here."

Beca shrugged. "What can I say? I like sticking with my routine. That way, I always know what to expect."

Sarah just smiled and shook her head, walking away to fix the other woman's order. Beca occupied herself while she waited, pulling out her phone and scrolling through her e-mails. Sarah brought her drink to the counter, pulling her attention away from the device. She paid for the drink and picked it up, thanking Sarah for her wonderful service. She brought her phone back up and once again began scrolling through her e-mails. She noticed one from work and opened it up. She was so preoccupied with the e-mail that she failed to notice the other person approaching the door at the same time she was walking out. The door swung open, bumping the coffee in Beca's hand, causing it to spill down the front of the brunette's shirt.

"Son of a bitch!" The only thing Beca's mind could register was searing pain from the hot liquid.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry! Are you okay?" a frantic voice rambled out. "I didn't even see you there. Oh God, I am so so sorry!"

Beca was finally able to focus on something other than the burning pain on her chest. "No, no. It's fine. I was the one who wasn't looking where I was going." She accepted the napkins being offered to her and began to dab at the coffee on her shirt, not bothering to look up.

"I feel terrible." the woman continued. "At least let me buy you another coffee."

"Don't worry about it." the brunette said, attempting to ease the other woman's guilt. "It was an acci-" Beca cut of mid-sentence as she stared into the most beautiful crystal blue eyes she had ever seen. "dent. Uh… hi. I'm Beca." she said stupidly, offering her hand to the gorgeous redhead.

"Chloe," the woman smiled, shaking the brunette's hand. "Nice to meet you. Are you sure you're alright?" Chloe asked, concern weighing heavily in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine." the brunette said, although in truth her chest felt like it was on fire. There was a moment of awkward silence where neither woman knew what to say.

"So… are you going to let me buy you that coffee, or what?" the redhead looked expectantly over at the other woman.

Somehow Beca couldn't say no to the redhead, even though she had just met her. Something in those endless blue begged her to stay and get to know the woman behind them. She smiled warmly over at the other woman. "Sure. Why not? Just let me go out to my car and grab my gym shirt to change into."

Beca couldn't remember the last time she had enjoyed having a conversation with someone as much as she had with Chloe. She found it unusual that she was able to feel so comfortable talking openly with a stranger, considering the fact that she rarely opened up to even her closest friends. Something about the ginger made her feel comfortable.

"You know, you look so familiar to me." the redhead said, her brow furrowed in thought. "I just can't seem to place where I've seen you."

Beca smirked. "You've probably seen me on a couple of music magazines. I'm a music producer."

Chloe's face lit up with recognition. "Wait… you're Beca Mitchell! Oh my God. Your work is amazing!" The redhead shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe I didn't see it before. Especially since you're wearing those." she said, gesturing towards the oversized headphones hanging around the brunette's neck.

Early on in Beca's career, back when she was still doing gigs as a DJ, her headphones became her signature trademark. She never went anywhere without them. That didn't change even after she hit it big in the music industry.

"So, now that you know what I do… What is it that you do for a living?" the brunette asked, attempting to steer the conversation away from herself. Chloe smiled over at her, causing Beca's heart rate to quicken. Holy shit. Could she be any more attractive?

"I'm a music teacher at the local elementary school." she said, pride evident in her voice. It was obvious that the woman loved her job. It came as no surprise to Beca. The redhead seemed like the type that would be a natural with children.

"A teacher… I commend you, m'lady. I couldn't handle a classroom full of kids all day long. Me and the munchkins… we don't get along so well." The brunette pretended to shudder, causing the other woman to giggle.

"Kids are great." Chloe smiled softly. "Especially when you're teaching them. Their innocence allows them a different viewpoint on things. Magic still exists for them. If you look at things through their eyes, you get to share in that magic.

Beca gazed at the other woman, admiring the passion that the woman possessed for her work. There was something about the redhead that drew Beca in like a magnet. She was determined to get to know the woman better.

"You're an amazing person, Chloe. I can tell already." Beca was attempting to build up her nerve. "Listen, I know we just met and all, but… would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?"

"You mean like, a date?" the redhead asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Only if you want it to be…" Beca said nervously. Please be gay. Please be gay. Please be-

"I'd love to." the redhead said softly, smiling.

Beca released a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding. "Great. Here's my number." she said, writing her cell number down on a slip of paper and handing it to the other woman. She gathered up her things and headed towards the door. "Thank you for the coffee. Hope to hear from you soon, Chloe"