every lesbian and bisexual of my generation was so deeply affected by the queerbaiting of pitch perfect that now we all are willing to watch one of the trashiest tv series, so bad that it's good, just for the pleasure of seeing brittany snow kissing another woman
prompt: bechloe (pp3 living situation canon). chloe is out partying and asks beca to pick her up and somehow chloe ends up asking beca out on the way home.
I tweaked this prompt slightly, but I hope you like it anyway! It was nice writing something a lot more lighthearted for a change haha
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Chloe: r u still up? X
It didn’t take long for the dancing dots to appear at the bottom of her phone screen, announcing Beca’s imminent response.
Chloe had to close one eye to read it, the letters all blurring together in a haze of too much wine.
Beca: Yeah, what’s up? x
Chloe: can u come pick me up from town? date was a bust and I cant get an uber xx
Beca: On my way xx
Chloe smiled and locked her phone.
She felt bad about dragging Beca out of their apartment in the middle of the night, but she also knew that Beca would have been pissed at her had she tried a less safe method of getting home.
Besides, it was kind of an unspoken agreement they had.
If one of them went out and alcohol was involved, the other would wait up, keys to their shared car at the ready, just in case they needed a ride home.
Though Chloe felt she had been the only one benefiting from this agreement for a while, Beca never seemed to mind.
“Sure I can’t tempt you with a nightcap?” Her date asked, his voice slurred and his balance unsteady.
Chloe forced a tight-lipped smile. “I’m good,” she replied. “Thank you. Like I said, early morning, and my roommate is on her way to pick me up.”
He didn’t make any effort to move away from her, so Chloe pulled out her phone again, hitting call on Beca’s name and walking a few paces away.
“Hey, I’m just getting in the car, you okay?” Beca asked, answering after only a few seconds of ringing.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Chloe replied. “Just letting you know where to pick me up.”
“Your location is on,” Beca said. “I know where you are. Alfredo’s, right?”
“Outside Alfredo’s,” Chloe said, as if Beca had asked a different question. “On the corner.”
“Oh,” Beca replied. “Hang on, let me put you on speaker.” Chloe heard the rumble of their beat-up car start up, and when Beca spoke again her voice sounded further away. “Is he giving sketchy vibes?”
“A little,” Chloe replied. “Sure, I’ll stay on the call with you, I know you get bored when you drive.”
“Okay, well I won’t be long, so you just say whatever weird shit you want to put him off.”
“No, the food was great, but we can go through the drive through if you want,” Chloe said. “I know MMA training makes you hungry.” Chloe tried not to smile at the snort of laughter from the other end.
“Dude, he’s going to be so confused when he sees me pull up.”
“Oh, no way, you actually broke his nose? Aw, I’m so proud of you, you’ve always wanted to do that!”
“You’re so fucking weird.”
“Um, so I’m gonna go,” Chloe heard her date mutter. “I know I said I’d call, but, um, I think I’m gonna be pretty busy in the next few weeks.”
“Oh, sure, no worries David, thank you for a fun night!”
“Daniel.”
“Yes, sorry, thanks Daniel!”
“I’m pulling up now,” Beca said. She honked the horn and Chloe spotted her. She waved at the car and hit end on the call.
Chloe gave a cheery wave to David/Daniel, and hopped into the car.
“MMA training?” Beca asked.
“It worked didn’t it?” Chloe asked with a shrug.
“I guess it did,” Beca replied. “Another dud then, huh?”
“It started out so well,” Chloe said with a pout. “Good job, likes animals, believes in climate change.”
“All good things,” Beca agreed. “What went wrong?”
“I dunno. He kept trying to get me to drink more, kept topping up my glass, and, like, chiding me for not keeping up with him. And he didn’t ask me any questions, just kept talking over me and telling me all about some crypto he was into. And then to top it off he was rude to the waiter.”
“Uh oh.”
“I know,” Chloe sighed. “He, like, actually clicked his fingers to get him to bring over the bill.”
“Yikes.”
“Such a turn off,” Chloe said. She was leaning back in her seat, her head to the side watching the streetlights stream past the window. “Where are we going, by the way?”
“Drive through,” Beca said. “I’m hungry after all my MMA training.”
Chloe laughed and turned her head to look at Beca. “Are my standards too high?” She asked after a small silence.
“No,” Beca said, pulling a face.
“I keep going on all these dates with guys who seem like they should be perfect, and then when we go out something just doesn’t click. Maybe my problem is I’m looking for perfection and it doesn’t exist.”
“Perfection doesn’t exist,” Beca agreed. “But that doesn’t mean your standards are too high. It’s not like you’re bailing on these guys because they’re too short, or they have a crappy job, or they live with their parents or whatever. They’ve all kinda seemed like jerks. And you deserve more than a jerk.”
“I guess,” Chloe said.
“The right person is out there, Chlo’,” Beca said. “Maybe just give the tinder bros a break for a while.”
“It is exhausting,” Chloe said.
“Anyway, are you hungry?” Beca asked as they pulled into the line for the drive through. “My treat.”
Chloe couldn’t help but smile. “My treat,” she said, handing Beca her card. “You’ve come to rescue me from bad dates like four times this month, this is the least I can do.”
“If you insist,” Beca said. “Large fries and a vanilla shake?”
“You know me so well.”
Beca ordered and then pulled into a spot in the parking lot to eat.
“How come I’m never the one driving to rescue you from lousy dates?” Chloe asked, dipping her french fry into her milkshake.
“Dude, that’s so gross.”
“It really isn’t,” Chloe argued. “In fact, it’s scientifically proven that the combination of hot and cold and sweet and salty is delicious.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Beca said, grimacing.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Beca shrugged. “I don’t go on bad dates, so there’s never any need to rescue me.”
“You don’t go on any dates.”
“Is that not what I said?”
Chloe grinned and shook her head. “It is possible to have a good date, you know?”
“Is that another one of your scientifically proven facts?”
“Come on, you must have had a good date in the past,” Chloe said.
Beca shrugged again. “I can’t recall any.”
“Not even with Jesse?”
“Meh,” Beca said. “Fine at best. Getting felt up at the movie theatre isn’t that fun when you’re a closeted lesbian who hates movies.”
Chloe laughed until she had tears in her eyes, and Beca couldn’t help but smile too.
“I dunno,” Beca said, once their laughter had died down. “I guess dates have never really been my thing. They’re always so awkward and forced and there’s all this expectation and pressure. I just… I’m pretty sure I’ve never been on a good one.”
“I bet I could show you a good one,” Chloe said, the words coming out before she’d even registered what she was saying.
Beca snorted. “Yeah, okay, very funny.”
“No, I’m serious,” Chloe said, realising she was. She could show Beca what a good date was like. She wanted to show Beca what a good date was like.
“Beale, how drunk are you? Did you seriously just ask me out?”
“I’m stone cold sober,” Chloe said. Beca raised an eyebrow. “Okay, I’m lukewarm sober. But, yeah, I seriously did just ask you out. Go on a date with me.”
Chloe saw something in Beca’s eyes shift, and she couldn’t place what it was. She saw her hands fidget for a second in her lap. Saw her tongue dart out to sweep across her bottom lip.
Oh, Chloe thought. She’s nervous.
“No pressure,” Chloe said. “No expectations. No awkwardness. What have you got to lose?”
If she could read Beca’s mind, she’d have heard her think everything.
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