Beca stared at the door Chloe had just walked through, her legs unwilling to move. Even with all of the alcohol she had consumed in the past three hours, she knew she had fucked up big time. She didn't know why she kissed Jesse, maybe it was because it seemed like the logical thing to do, but it didn't feel right. Kissing Jesse was like kissing her brother or her cousin or something, gross and wrong and insubstantial. She knew she had to talk to him, figure this whole mess out before she hurt anyone else.
Beca walked out of the bathroom, her legs wobbly from the recent encounter with Chloe and from the booze she now regretted drinking. Peering into a couple of rooms, she found Jesse playing beer pong with a couple of Trebles.
"BecAW!" Beca cringed, she hated when Jesse called her that. He was clearly inebriated, but what Beca had to say couldn't wait for him to sober up.
"Hey Jesse, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure thing, babe." I'm not your babe, Beca thought. She forced a tight smile before walking towards the front of the house. Jesse followed obediently, already whipped like a housebroken puppy. The cold wind caught Beca off guard as she crossed the doorway onto the front patio of the house. Jesse closed the door behind them, and the thumping music dropped to a muffled hum.
"What's up?" Jesse inquired, a smile still plastered on his face. His naivety to the situation almost had Beca second-guessing herself, but she quickly pulled herself together as she began to speak.
"Jesse, I don't know what I was thinking earlier tonight at Finals. Maybe it was just the adrenaline messing up my conscience, but I shouldn't have kissed you." She paused to let Jesse take in her words before continuing. "You're a great guy, really you are, but this just doesn't feel right to me. I thought it was at first, especially since you're one of the few people who have actually bothered to care about me. Looking at it now, though, I realize that I've only ever had platonic feelings for you. I know you look at me as more than a friend, and I think that maybe that's where my own feelings got a little misconstrued in my head. I'm sorry Jesse, I honestly am, but we can't be a 'thing'." Beca took in a deep breath, noticing she had been rushing to say everything at once that she hadn't stopped for air. She looked up at Jesse, searching his eyes for answer. Just as she expected, his smile had fallen as his mind processed what Beca had said.
"Oh," was all Jesse could manage to say. Somewhere in his head he knew this wasn't just because Beca saw him as a friend, but that somewhere in the mix of it all there was a different person who had gotten to her heart before he had a chance.
"I'm so sorry Jesse. I never meant to hurt you," Beca pleaded, hoping to salvage some part of their friendship. He smiled sadly and placed an arm on her shoulder.
"It's okay, Becs. I'd rather know now than try to continue a meaningless relationship." He pulled her into a hug, hoping it wouldn't be the last time they would talk to each other.
Even with Jesse's warm arms around her tiny frame, Beca was still shivering from the cold. Jesse noticed, opening the door without a word. Smiling at him, Beca walked back into the warm house, her eyes immediately searching for a certain redhead. She searched every inch of the house for any sign of Chloe, but found nothing. Just as she was about to give up, she spotted Aubrey talking to Benji by the bar.
"Hey Aubrey, have you seen Chloe?" The blonde turned to her, a slight scowl upon her lips.
"She left already." Her words were cold and hard, and Beca was taken aback by the unfriendliness in her voice.
"Where'd she go?" she pressed on, ignoring Aubrey when she rolled her eyes.
"It doesn't matter, Beca. Now's not a good time for her. You've done enough damage for the night." Aubrey was nearly pleading with the younger girl.
"I don't care, Aubrey. I need to talk to her," Beca persisted.
"Fine," the older woman sighed, knowing any effort to stop the other girl was futile. "She's at the apartment." Beca mustered out a thank you before turning to leave. Before she could take a step towards the door, Aubrey grabbed her by the wrist.
"So help me god, Mitchell, if I come home tonight and find Chloe turned into an emotional wreck, I will find you and break every last bone in your hands. Do I make myself clear?" Her eyes pierced through the deejay's soul, and Beca could feel the blood in her veins run ice cold. She nodded solemnly and Aubrey loosened her grip allowing her to leave.
As Beca walked into the cool darkness outside the Trebles' house, realization of what she was doing hit her like a ton of bricks. "Oh god," she whispered into the night, her breath hitching in her throat. Her heart was hammering against her chest and Beca swore she could hear her pulse echo in the air.
"I'm in love with her."
She broke off in a run towards Aubrey and Chloe's apartment building, the burning in her side begging her to stop. She ignored the pain, her sudden revelation causing her mind to forget all consequences as she sprinted to up to Chloe's door. She threw herself against the door, her fist pounding rapidly against the wood.
"Chloe, it's me. Let me in." Beca didn't care if the neighbor's heard, she didn't care about anything except being on the other side of the door she was currently stuck in front of.
Chloe stirred in her sleep, a faint knocking invading her dreams as she tucked herself further into the couch cushions. The knocking continued and Chloe's eyes fluttered open, her head beginning to throb from the alcohol.
"Chloe, come on. Open up!" Beca's voice resonated through the apartment, making Chloe freeze in a panic. She shuffled her feet to the door, her arms wrapped around her waist instinctively. Her hand rested on the door handle, pausing for a moment before opening the door and revealing a sweaty and panting Beca.
"Finally," Beca breathed.
"You have five seconds to explain to me why you're here before I shut this door in your face." Chloe's patience evaporated immediately as her headache intensified.
"I…I broke up with Jesse." Beca stared back at Chloe expectantly, waiting for the redhead's response.
"Good for you, I guess," Chloe spat, already beginning to close the door.
"Wait." Beca threw her hand against the door, preventing the other girl from shutting it completely. "That's not why I'm here."
"By all means, do share." Chloe didn't know where this apathetic side of her was coming from, nor did she care. Beca ignored the impervious look on Chloe's face and continued on.
"Jesse was a mistake. It should've been you I kissed after Finals." Chloe stared into Beca's eyes, looking for some sort of indication that she wasn't lying. "I don't know why it took me until now to realize it, but it's always been you, Chloe. Jesse…he tried to change me, tried to make me be someone I'm not. But you? You accepted me in all of my flaws and never doubted me for a second, even when I doubted myself. When I look at you, everything just seems right and nothing bad can happen. Jesse never made me feel like that, safe and secure."
Beca stopped, taking a deep breath to calm her raging nerves.
"Beca, what are you saying?" Chloe's voice was barely audible, her blue eyes filled with shock.
"I'm saying I'm in love with you, Chloe Beale. You are patient and caring and you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world without even trying. You listen to me complain endlessly about Aubrey even though she's your best friend. When I'm having a shitty day, you're always right there at my door with a bag of Skittles and a new episode of 'Saturday Night Live'. Not once have you passed judgment on me, not even when I spilled my darkest secrets. You tore down the walls I had built impossibly high around my heart, and I don't mind it one bit. You are the most perfect person that has ever set foot in my life and I could never forgive myself if I messed that up permanently."
A single tear rolled down Chloe's cheek, her brain still attempting to process everything she had just heard. Closing her eyes tightly, she pinched her arm.
"Chloe what the hell are you doing?" Beca exclaimed, grabbing Chloe's hand firmly.
"Just making sure I'm not dreaming," Chloe smiled, her fingers intertwining with the brunette's. Beca walked through the doorway and pressed her forehead to the other girl's, the smell of Chloe's perfume driving her completely crazy.
"You aren't." Beca closed the already small gap between their bodies and kissed the older girl softly. Chloe placed her hands behind Beca's neck, running one hand through the shorter girl's chocolate tresses. Her lips were softer than Chloe could've ever imagined, and when Beca slid her tongue along her lower lip, she didn't think twice before granting access. Beca backed Chloe further into the apartment and closed the door with her foot, her mouth never breaking contact with the taller girl's. Running her hands up Chloe's sides, Beca moved her mouth to Chloe's neck, biting softly on her pulse point. A moan escaped from Chloe, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
"Bedroom now," she growled hoarsely. Beca followed wordlessly, her eyes already undressing the senior as they walked briskly into the bedroom.
They barely made it past the doorway before Chloe pinned Beca to the wall, her lips roughly crashing on the other girl's as she hastily attempted to unbutton her own blouse. She managed to open enough buttons before Beca impatiently pulled the thin fabric over her head, tossing it over her shoulder and on to the floor. Beca's hands explored the newly exposed skin, her fingers nimbly unclasping the hooks to Chloe's bra. She dropped her face to Chloe's breasts, her mouth closing around one nipple as her hand teased and pulled at the other. Chloe tangled her hands in Beca's hair as she tried to suppress another moan. She bit down on her lip, tasting blood as Beca traced circular patterns with her tongue.
Chloe pulled Beca's face up to her own, their lips meeting with a determined fervency. Hooking her fingers in Beca's belt loops, Chloe pulled the shorter girl to the bed, her hands undoing the button on her jeans in the process. Chloe's knees hit the edge of the bed, and Beca shimmied out of her jeans and peeled off her shirt. The sight of her clad only in matching lingerie drove Chloe to the brink of insanity. The younger woman undid Chloe's belt and pants button before pulling off her jeans in one swift movement, her mouth latching on to the taller woman's neck as she bit into the hot flesh. Chloe could feel the wetness pooling in her lacy black underwear, unable to stand the teasing any longer.
"Beca." Chloe's voice was quiet but clear, her eyes begging the other girl to fuck her already. Straddling Chloe's waist, Beca pressed a trail of kisses down her neck before moving to her abdomen. She swirled her tongue quickly around each breast, causing the redhead to inhale sharply. Continuing her trail of kisses, she dipped her tongue into Chloe's belly button and the senior arched her back involuntarily. Beca's mouth reached the hem of Chloe's panties, and she tugged them down gently with her teeth before removing them altogether with her hands. She cupped Chloe's sex with her hand, slipping a finger between her folds and circling her clit. She kissed the insides of Chloe's thighs, nipping lightly at the perfectly golden skin before placing her mouth on the bundle of nerves where her finger had just been. Her tongue moved quickly as Chloe's hips lifted off the bed in an attempt to feel more of Beca. She slipped one finger into Chloe, matching the pace of her hand with that of her mouth. Chloe threw her leg over Beca's shoulder, her hands clawing at Beca's scalp as the brunette thrust another finger even further into her. Beca hummed gently as she sucked on Chloe's clit, the vibrations causing the redhead to let out a string of curse words.
"Beca, oh god. Beca." Chloe's toes curled as Beca's fingers twisted into her, hitting her right where she needed it. Beca could tell she was close to release, and she removed her fingers from Chloe, her tongue filling the space where her hand had just been. Beca's name spilled from Chloe's mouth as Beca's fingers pushed into her again, her walls tightening around Beca as she moaned in pleasure. Chloe's body writhed as her orgasm rippled through her, Beca's hand slowing as she pressed her lips to the taller woman. Chloe placed her hands on Beca's face as she ran her tongue along her bottom lip; she could taste herself on the brunette's lips. Beca moved herself up on the bed next to Chloe, wrapping her arms around the other girl's waist. Chloe laid her head on the smaller girl's chest, matching her breathing rate to Beca's heartbeat. Tracing circle patterns on Beca's stomach, Chloe looked up at her.
"You're amazing, you know," she mumbled. Beca smiled softly before pressing a kiss to Chloe's forehead.
"Not as amazing as you." She placed her hand on Chloe's, lacing their fingers together. "I love you Chloe."
"I love you too, Beca."
As she cuddled into Beca's side, Chloe understood why the younger girl despised movies so much. In the predictable movie endings, the boy always gets the girl. But Chloe's life wasn't scripted, and her ending was anything but predictable. Maybe reality wasn't so bad after all.