Bechloe - coming out to each other. Sorry I know it’s more than two words but I really need this in my life and also it’s pride month🏳️🌈
Well at least it’s short and gives me freedom to write HOW they’d come out to each other dude, so no apology necessary 🙊 Hope you’re all having a swell Pride Month 🏳️🌈
Bechloe - ‘Coming Out’
Chloe:Chloe Beale never officially had to come out to anyone. Well, none of her friends anyway.
She had her very best friend Aubrey, who had furrowed her brow one day in their Sophomore Year when Chloe had turned to her and whispered with a nudge, “She’s pretty hot, don’t you think?”. Aubrey had shrugged and replied with “Sure, if girls are your thing.” And Chloe had just quietly and confidently added, “Well I think she’s hot.”
That was all that had been said between the two about the matter. Chloe dug girls as much as she dug boys. And Aubrey knew that.
Chloe had never dated a girl before, but that didn’t stop her from knowing in her heart of hearts that she was bisexual. And it certainly didn’t stop her from being attracted to other women.
Beca:Beca Mitchell was straight. Right? Like, sometimes she would think to herself that a girl looked pretty, but that didn’t mean she was gay. She was into dudes. Just like her Dad told her she was.
The thought of actually being with a guy and having a boyfriend sounded like hard work..and there was the whole ‘affection’ thing that Beca struggled with - having never been one who liked to be touched.
And penises. What was with those? Like..they were pretty vulgar. But hey maybe, just maybe, if Beca got a boyfriend she’d be okay with dicks. And she’d totally get a boyfriend in college, right? Because everyone got boyfriends in college.
Chloe:College boyfriend number five came in the form of Tom Kellen, a cute guy who had been pursuing her for a while now. The three years Chloe had spent in college so far had been enough for the new senior to realise one thing. She loved sex. And she loved making out.
And she was still very much a bisexual.
That much was true, because the second she saw the moody looking alt-girl at the activities fair she felt her entire body quake in her sandals. Beca Mitchell. The girl that would flip her world upside down. She was beautiful and mysterious and Chloe so desperately wanted to get to know her but Beca was a closed-off and challenging individual to get close to.
Beca:Chloe Beale. The girl was two years older than her. Thick red hair. Mesmerising eyes. A big bright smile. And the most beautiful eyes Beca had seen.
It was official. The girl who she’d found rather annoying during her First Year of college was now someone Beca constantly thought about in her Junior Year. Which was fucking annoying seeing as Beca now had a boyfriend. The very boyfriend everyone predicted she’d find at college. Jesse was sweet and thoughtful - a little annoyingly so - and like most guys thought about kissing and sex a little too much for Beca’s liking. But they’d been together for just over two years and it was an easy relationship to be in.
He was also the exact reason why Beca still maintained the confidence that she was definitely still straight. Even though she now thought about her best friend (Chloe) all the time. Even though she found her eyes drifting down to the hem of Chloe’s short pyjama shorts that stopped just beneath her ass. Even though she’d started thinking about Chloe whenever she and her boyfriend made out on her bed or his bed.
But it didn’t matter. It was just a phase. Because she wasn’t gay. And Chloe wasn’t either. Chloe was straight. It was exactly the reason why she’d had so many boyfriends and hook-ups over the three years that Beca had known her.
Chloe:Watching Beca with Jesse for the four years that Chloe had spent at college with them were among the most excruciating of Chloe’s life. Because Chloe’s crush on Beca had developed into full blown heart-wrenching unrequited love. And it had been the worst to know that Beca wouldn’t ever feel the same way back. After all, Beca was straight.
But the redhead had skipped out of that large house she’d shared with the Bellas on the final day of their Senior Year with no care about the college she’d known as home for seven years. Beca had asked Chloe to move up to New York with her and Fat Amy after Chloe had explained to Beca that she had no idea where to go or what to do with her life post-college. So Chloe had immediately said yes to the brunette’s offer. Anything to remain close to Beca…
Beca:Breaking up with Jesse had been a hard decision but totally on the cards. The guy had moved to LA for crying out loud. They were on opposite sides of the country. Trying to maintain a relationship was near-on impossible.
Plus Beca hadn’t actually found it that difficult to be okay with the lack of physical contact that being in a relationship brought. Chloe seemed to dole-out hugs and foot-rubs a’plenty and Beca had to admit, that had really been all that Jesse had been good for towards the end of their relationship. And the sex? Well even though she’d been with her boyfriend for three years before they broke up she still wasn’t overly keen on dicks. They were still pretty vulgar.
And that was when Beca began considering that maybe, just maybe, she might be more interested in girls than dudes. After all, she found her eyes picking out girls to admire in a crowd instead of guys. She found that she did admire those girls once she found them. But her gaze turned to one of disgust whenever she saw some guys. Particularly the ones that smirked at her and puffed their chests out as though they were ‘all that’. They really weren’t.
Chloe:If there was one thing that was the most difficult about moving up to NY with Beca and Fat Amy, it was having to share a fold-out bed with her best friend in their studio apartment. Beca didn’t take up much room in their bed, but it killed Chloe to wake up each morning knowing it was yet another day that she and Beca weren’t together romantically.
But at least Beca didn’t flinch anymore whenever they spooned on a particularly cold night, or whenever Chloe traced her fingers up and down Beca’s bare arms in the morning..
Beca:Beca had found herself staring at Chloe in the mornings while her best friend still slept. Creepy, yeah. But the petite woman found the crisis that was her sexual identity become more scrambled with each passing minute she drank Chloe in. Because Beca found the redhead absolutely beautiful, even when Chloe snored loudly, a slight trail of dribble falling from the corner of her mouth, all her freckles out in full glory thanks to the lack of makeup on her face.
And each time Beca saw Chloe begin to stir she’d snap her eyes shut, trying her hardest to keep her heart from beating too fast from embarrassment. Because crushing on her best friend was the worst, especially when Chloe was straight.
Chloe:It was just another day in May. Chloe and Beca had been wandering through Central Park, and when they wandered past one of the water fountains she spied a tall slim blonde with beautiful long hair and tight yoga gear clinging to her toned body. Chloe felt her mouth go dry a bit, and she nudged Beca with her elbow, grinning slightly, whispering, “She’s pretty hot, don’t you think?”
But instead of rolling her eyes, like Chloe completely expected her best friend to do, Beca looked over at the woman she’d been talking about and rose her eyebrows, “Wow,” she mumbled quietly, “yeah you’re right. Good spot Chlo.”
And Chloe kinda stared at the ground while they continued to slowly walk, completely baffled by Beca’s reaction..
Beca:The atmosphere between Beca and Chloe had got decidedly odd and Beca had been kicking herself for the answer she’d given Chloe the other day at the park, when her best friend had pointed out a particularly hot looking woman at the park. Beca hadn’t meant to make such a big deal about it, but Chloe’d been right, the woman had been hot. So she couldn’t exactly help that her jaw had dropped a bit.
But kudos to Chloe, the redhead seemed to have got over it, sauntering through the door one Friday evening while letting out a huge groan. Another unsuccessful date it would seem.
“Ugh whyyy do I bother??” the redhead cried out into her pillow as she laid on her front, still dressed in a beautiful lacy black dress that she’d borrowed from Beca (which was a liiittle too small for her but it only served to accentuate her boobs - no bad thing for a date that was for sure.)
Beca found herself swallowing loudly while her eyes drifted down the curve of Chloe’s bare back, hating that the dress she’d lent her ended at the small of her back. Wishing she was the one helping her out of it, revealing more skin than was already on show, wanting to see more of those freckles that she knew were scattered across Chloe’s body.
Then Beca felt her stomach twist, hating that she was having these thoughts again about her best friend. Her straight best friend.
“Did you wanna go to the Pride parade in the city tomorrow?” Chloe asked, suddenly bringing her head up from her pillow, Beca quickly snapping her attention from the woman’s ass to her face to try to ensure she wasn’t caught staring. Her cheeks flushed pink then she realised what Chloe had just asked.
“Uh..y-yeah..yeah alright.” Beca stuttered. Going to Pride with Chloe? The girl she’d been crushing on for a good couple of years now since moving to Brooklyn? What could possibly go wrong..
Chloe:Chloe felt on cloud nine. So the date last night had been a disaster. For starters the guy had turned up in sneakers. Sneakers! And not even a nice pair. Like a tatty pair with the sole hanging off the right one.
But now she sat on the busy subway next to her best friend. Beca Mitchell. The one person she’d never have imagined would go to a Pride parade with her! They both sat side by side, in bright clothing (of which Beca had none so had had to borrow some of Chloe’s), and the redhead had even gone as far as to face paint Pride Flags onto their faces - one on each cheek.
“I can’t believe how many people have rainbow flags around their shoulders.” Beca mumbled thoughtfully to Chloe and the redhead looked at her with a grin.
“Are you jealous?” Chloe asked, nudging Beca, expecting her to go bright red in embarrassment. But yet again, Beca surprised her, biting her bottom lip for a moment while watching two men kissing merrily with rainbow flags tied around their waists, before answering with a quiet, “Yeah I am a bit..”
Chloe’s eyebrows rose and she swallowed loudly as her best friend turned to look at her, and Beca shrugged, “I think I’m gay, Chlo.”
The redhead’s heart was hammering so hard and her brain immediately felt fuzzy, replaying the sound of Beca’s confession over and over in her head. Beca was gay??
“Oh..” was all that fell out of her mouth, and she saw how Beca’s tiny smile fell a bit, clearly worried about Chloe’s reaction.
“Yeah I…uh…it’s been on my mind for a while. A feeling. And…it’s the first time I’ve said it out loud.” Beca said, hanging her head to look down in her lap.
Chloe watched the way her best friend’s shoulders slumped and her heart lurched. She’d never had to tell anyone she was bisexual. There was just this way she was around people that let them know that yeah, she dug guys and girls. She couldn’t believe that she’d been sharing an apartment, sharing a bed with this woman and had had no idea of the internal conflict Beca had been going through.
Chloe instinctively reached out and gently took her best friend’s hand, squeezing it affectionately, and to her relief Beca looked up at her. The two women held each other’s gaze for a moment before small smiles appeared on both their faces.
“How does it feel?” Chloe asked.
“What? To be gay?” Beca replied, causing a loud giggle to erupt from the redhead’s mouth.
“No! To have finally said it out loud!”
And Chloe watched as her best friend smiled brighter than she’d ever seen Beca smile before, “Yeah. Yeah pretty good actually.” Beca said with a heavy exhale of relief.
Beca:Beca couldn’t stop grinning as she stood by the barriers while the giant floats trundled past slowly. She couldn’t get over the atmosphere: full of so much love and acceptance. Here she felt like she finally belonged. She could finally be herself. And that self was that she was gay.
She glanced at Chloe who stood directly beside her and her heart skipped a beat. It sucked that Chloe was straight, yeah. But it was so freeing to have been able to tell her she was interested in women. And to have Chloe - the one she was secretly in love with - be the first person she ever confessed it to? And for Chloe to be okay with it? Well it felt amazing.
“Here comes my float!!!” Chloe cried out in excitement, pointing enthusiastically, and jumping up and down on the spot. Beca furrowed her brow, looking around her best friend’s body and her mouth dropped open in surprise as a float that clearly, proudly celebrated bisexuals, began approaching their part on the parade line.
“Dude, wait…” Beca began, reaching for Chloe’s arm and taking hold of it, tugging her gently so the redhead turned to her, “…you’re bi??”
“Well yeah. Did…did you not know?” Chloe asked, Beca noticing the way her best friend’s expression changed into a look of amusement.
“No!” Beca said, a smile creeping onto her face as the woman laughed loudly beside her, the beers they’d already consumed at a nearby bar running through their system. Chloe was bisexual! She liked girls too!!!
“I thought everyone knew! I hardly hide my comment about hot girls!” Chloe tried to explain but Beca was still in some sort of daze.
Chloe. Liked. Girls!
Beca & Chloe:The two women stood before one another, Chloe’s arm having now dropped to her side, and Beca’s hand having slipped down to take her hand.
“You like girls.” Beca choked out with a grin as though she were seeing Chloe for the first time again.
“I like girls.” Chloe confirmed with a chuckle, her eyes tainted with tears, her massive smile unable to shift, “You like girls too!”
“I do!” Beca exclaimed, tears appearing in her own eyes.
And Beca and Chloe both looked in awe at one another. Their hearts beating at the same rate. Their eyes drinking in one another’s beauty.
The atmosphere around them was electric, with the crowd around them watching the floats and dancing to the music pumping from the vehicles. But Beca and Chloe saw and heard nobody else but each other, completely entranced.
“We should do something to celebrate!” Beca dared to call out at her best friend, and Chloe grinned.
“What do you suggest?” Chloe replied, and she watched as Beca bit her bottom lip. They both knew exactly what Beca was suggesting. Their chests rose and fell in excitement and anticipation.
Beca of all people took the first step, bringing her other hand to Chloe’s waist and slipping it around to the small of her back. Chloe’s eyes drifted down to Beca’s lips just as Beca’s drifted down to Chloe’s, and the two women saw the way the other swallowed loudly, broad smiles still on their faces.
Suddenly they both surged forward, their lips crashing against each other’s and they heard the undeniable sound of the people around them cheering loudly. They had no idea if they were cheering for them. They didn’t really care.
All Beca knew was she was finally kissing Chloe. And all Chloe knew was she was finally kissing Beca. And the two best friends were so undeniably happy to have finally reached this moment.
After a few moments their first kiss slowly broke, and Beca and Chloe looked at one another with goofy grins on their faces, tears now rolling down their cheeks, smudging the rainbows on their skin.
“I’m fucking in love with you dude!” Beca muttered, and despite the loud music around them, Chloe knew exactly what her best friend had said, so she replied with words as true as Beca’s had been to her.
“I’m frikkin’ in love with you too!”
