Chapter Eight

Aubrey watched in amusement as Chloe changed into yet another outfit. The redhead really wanted to impress Beca and it was cute. "That's definitely the winner," she said as Chloe turned to face her in an elegant blue dress.

"You're not just saying that because you're tired of me changing are you?" Chloe asked. "I want Beca to like it."

Aubrey grinned. "She'll love it. You look stunning, Chlo. So where is our favorite music producer taking you?"

"I think she said something about Italian." Chloe moved over to her dresser to grab her earrings. "I'm sure I'll love whatever it is, though." The doorbell rang and Chloe cursed under her breath. "I still have to put my make-up on."

"Not a problem." Aubrey got up from the bed. "This gives me a chance to interrogate her relentlessly."

Chloe turned away from her mirror to give Aubrey a warning look. "Behave. Don't scare her away."

"I'll try not to. Can't make any promises." Aubrey rushed out of the room and down the stairs. She opened the door and was surprised to see Beca in a black strapless dress that fit her perfectly. "Wow, you clean up well."

Beca smiled at the compliment. "Thanks."

Aubrey let Beca in and closed the door. "So I heard Chloe talked you into going to your first award show."

"She did," Beca nodded. "I'm hoping it won't be that bad. I'm not much for the Hollywood scene. It'll make Chloe happy, though, so I guess I'll have to suck it up."

Aubrey smiled at that comment. "It would make her very happy." Aubrey folded her arms across her chest and stared at Beca quizzically. "So are you into Chloe as in you want to take her on dates and eventually become something more or do you just want to sleep with her and move on?"

Beca was thrown by the question. "I, um... the first one."

"You know if you hurt her, I'll break your hands so that the only thing you'll be able to mix is pancake batter."

"That's very aggressive," Beca stated.

Aubrey dropped her arms down to her sides. "I wouldn't really do that, but I'd call you a bunch of mean things. Don't make me resort to that. My words cut deep."

Beca smiled at Chloe's protective best friend. "I'll make sure that it won't ever come to that."

"Good, because she likes you a lot." Aubrey heard heels on the staircase and turned around to see Chloe walking down.

Beca smiled at the redhead. "You look breathtaking, Chloe."

"You're looking pretty hot yourself," Chloe grinned. "You should definitely wear dresses more often. And you have heels on. I didn't even think you could walk in those."

Beca laughed. "I have many talents."

Chloe smirked. "I can't wait to figure out what they are."

Aubrey pointed to Chloe. "Chloe can tie a cherry stem with her tongue."

Chloe nodded. "Five seconds is my record."

"I'm sure you'll be able to enjoy those skills later,' Aubrey joked.

Beca turned red and Chloe took pity on her. "Aubrey," she chastised.

"Sorry," Aubrey said not in the slightest bit sorry. "Chloe's a respectable woman. Don't think you'll be getting into her pants tonight just because you take her to some fancy restaurant and your Titanium remix is her lady jam."

"Ohmygod, Aubrey," Chloe nudged her friend in the side. "Stop talking. You're going to send Beca bolting out of here."

"You two should probably get going," Aubrey said. "Don't worry, I'll be gone before you two return to do whatever your after date activities entail."

Chloe shook her head as she exited her house. "Goodnight, Aubrey."

Once they were inside the car, Beca turned her head to look at Chloe. "Was she kidding when she said my remix of Titanium is your lady jam?"

Chloe laughed. "No, that's totally my lady jam. The song just builds, ya know?"

Beca was sure she was a deep shade of red by now. "I guess they mean it when they say you learn something new everyday." She started her car and backed out of Chloe's driveway. She had no doubt that tonight would be very interesting.


Beca and Chloe had finally entered the restaurant after having to deal with the paparazzi that was lingering outside waiting for celebrities to come and go. Beca had been frustrated by it but Chloe handled it with grace, which didn't surprise her in the least bit.

Once they were shown their seats, they sat down and ordered drinks before the waiter walked away.

"I can see the headlines already," Beca said. "Singer seen out with up and coming music producer."

Chloe laughed. "You could be in worse company. I'm a great catch."

Beca rolled her eyes, playfully. "And modest, I see."

Chloe leaned forward to look at Beca. "You look beautiful but how uncomfortable are you in that dress right now?"

Beca grinned and looked down at her dress. "It's not horrible. I'll always be a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl but I can throw on a dress when I need to."

"And you needed to tonight?" Chloe asked. "I'd much rather you be comfortable than try to impress me. I already think you're the hottest woman to ever grace the earth."

Beca blushed at the compliment. "Well, I wanted to take you somewhere nice and I couldn't exactly get into this place in jeans."

Chloe feigned a frown. "Oh, so you weren't even trying to dress up for me?"

"What? No. I mean, yes. Yes, I had you in mind when I got dressed. I would've dressed nice even if we weren't coming here. I, uh-,"

Chloe laughed. "Calm down, Beca. I'm teasing you."

The waiter returned with their drinks and they let him know they weren't ready to order yet.

"Maybe we should look at the menu now and you can go back to seeing how many times you can get me to turn red in one night after we order," Beca said.

Chloe winked at the brunette. "Sounds like a plan," she said as she picked up the menu.


An hour later, Beca and Chloe were eating and talking about what had gotten them into music.

"I love singing but there's something about hearing lyrics and being able to turn them into something more with the music I create that just makes me feel free. I love it."

Chloe smiled, finding it cute how passionate Beca was about what she did for a living. "I know you said you like being behind the scenes but would you ever collaborate on a song with someone? Perhaps a redhead who thinks you're awesome?"

Beca shrugged as a smile played at her lips. "Maybe... I mean, if I really liked this redhead, I could possibly lend her my voice in a song."

"I'd love it if you would," Chloe said. "I love hearing you sing and I know the world will too."

"Then it sounds like we'll be doing a duet," Beca said, happily.


Beca pulled up in front of Chloe's house and got out of the car with the redhead. As they walked towards the house, Chloe glanced over at the brunette. "Do you want to come in?"

That was a hard question to answer. Did she want to? Yes. Should she? Probably not. "I do, but I should probably head home."

Chloe stopped at her door and turned to look at Beca. "You don't sound so sure about that."

Beca sighed. "I'm not."

Chloe took a step towards Beca, placing her hand on the brunette's waist as she moved her lips to Beca's ear. "I really want you to come in, Beca."

Beca felt herself shudder and cursed herself for not having more willpower than what she was currently displaying. "I guess I could hang around for a bit."

Chloe shook her head. "Not for a bit. For the night. I want you and I'm pretty sure you want me, right?"

Beca simply nodded. "Right."

"Well, then we're two consenting adults. Do you want to spend the night with me, Beca?"

Beca stretched up on her tiptoes and captured Chloe's lips with her own. Chloe returned the kiss with just as much passion as Beca was giving her and within seconds, she had to pull away before she took the brunette against the door.

"We should go inside." Chloe pulled her keys from her purse and unlocked her door. Once they were inside, she kicked off her heels and found herself laughing.

Beca frowned. "What?"

"I'm still taller than you," Chloe said before pushing Beca against the door, which caused it to slam shut. She kissed Beca fiercely, pushing her body into the shorter woman. Chloe pulled her lips away from Beca's lips and began to trail kisses along her neck. "Upstairs," she said before nipping at Beca's pulse point. She grabbed Beca by the hand and went to pull her towards the stairs, but Beca pulled her back to her. "What's wrong?" Chloe asked.

Beca mentally chastised herself for not being able to go through with what she so desperately wanted. It just wouldn't feel right without Chloe knowing who she was. "We can't. I'm sorry. It's not you. I just-,"

Chloe shook her head. "You don't have to explain. I practically jumped you. I should be apologizing."

Beca grinned. "You were hot. Really hot. I just... I need you to be patient with me for awhile. I'm sorry I'm being lame right now. You pro-,"

Chloe kissed Beca gently on the lips. "It's fine. Don't apologize. I still don't want the night to end, though, so how do you feel about cuddling on the couch and watching TV?"

Beca looked down at her dress. "If you give me a change of clothes, then we have a deal."


Beca and Chloe were sitting on the couch watching a remake of The Parent Trap, which had just started and Beca had a feeling that this was some sort of sign that she needed to bring up another hint to see if she could get Chloe to remember her.

"Have you ever been to summer camp?" Beca asked.

"Once," Chloe answered with her head resting on Beca's shoulder.

"How was it?" Beca asked.

"Hm, it was okay, I guess. I don't remember it much. Were you a camp girl, Beca Mitchell?"

"I've only been once as well," Beca said. "Camp Rising Star."

Chloe raised her head from Beca's shoulder to look at her. "I think that was the name of the one I attended." Chloe thought for a moment. "Yeah, Camp Rising Star. What year did you go?"

Beca was becoming excited at the idea that Chloe might actually remember. "Two-thousand."

"Me too!" Chloe said, happily. "What a coincidence. I guess we went in different months, though. I would definitely remember having met you."

Beca felt herself getting upset that Chloe still didn't remember her but she remained calm. "Have you ever had a head injury?"

Chloe raised an eyebrow at the random question. "A head injury? No? Why do you ask?"

Shit. Beca thought. What was she supposed to say? I was just wondering because you can't seem to remember you were my best friend? "Um, your scar," she rushed out. "You have a scar."

Chloe touched her forehead. "Oh, this. I forgot I had it. I ran into a wall when I was a baby. Nothing exciting. I used to hate it but I've grown to accept it."

Beca smiled, remembering how Chloe had hated it. "Well scar or no scar, it doesn't change how beautiful you are."

Chloe stared at Beca for a moment feeling again like she had experienced something like this before.

"What?" Beca asked.

Chloe shook her head. "Nothing." She kissed Beca on the cheek. "You're sweet." She rested her head back on the brunette's shoulder and went back to watching TV but the familiarity of the situation didn't leave her.