It didn’t work out with Chicago (Chloe chose not to tell Beca that it was because no one would ever even come close to her).
But Beca was more than happy for Chloe to move out to L.A with her and transfer training schools. They got a cute, one bedroomed apartment with a sofa bed that one of them was meant to sleep on but they both just ended up sharing the bed in the bedroom. Maybe Beca insisted on getting a one bedroom apartment on purpose, maybe she didn’t.
The truth was, she had an extreme soft spot for Chloe. Maybe it was the big blue eyes and soft features, or her unconditional love for everyone, or her constant optimism, or her caring nature, or her patience.
And back when she’d moved to Brooklyn with the redhead and Amy, she kind of realised there probably wasn’t another human she’d rather spend the rest of her life with, even if it was a pure platonic companionship. Though, she would certainly never mind being anything more than friends with Chloe Beale.
But over the first month they’d been living together just the two of them, Chloe had gained the habit of kissing Beca on the cheek every morning before she left for school. And in the evenings they’d sit on the couch watching tv and Beca would curl into Chloe’s body while the older woman absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair. Then, like they had since living in New York, they’d cuddle in bed and chat about random things until they fell asleep. The women had even discussed getting a puppy a couple of times.
So one night while she was watching her best friend make dinner, it all got a bit too much and Beca randomly asked “What are we?”
Chloe giggled nervously but kept her back to Beca, still chopping up a carrot. “We’re human’s Beca. I mean, unless you’re secretly a unicorn.”
But Beca didn’t laugh, instead she felt her heart rate increase significantly and she couldn’t believe she was finally confronting her feelings. “Chlo.” Chloe didn’t answer so Beca got out of her seat. “Chloe, look at me.”
Chloe sighed heavily and turned on the spot with the knife still in her hand. Her face had dropped and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she watched Beca shuffle across the little kitchen area and over to her. Big blue eyes followed Beca’s hand as it took the knife out of her own and placed it on the counter behind her.
“Answer my question.” Beca tried to speak normally but it came out extremely nervous and quiet. She met Chloe’s gaze and suddenly everything else melted away.
But again, Chloe didn’t answer. So Beca just bit the bullet and dove forward, placing both hands on Chloe’s cheeks and kissing her softly.
It took a couple of moments, but eventually she felt arms wrap around her waist and they both started smiling against each other’s lips which turned into giggling and then they hard to pull back.
“What are we Chlo?” Beca asked again, this time softer as she tucked some of Chloe’s hair behind her right ear.
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