Lights Out On Our Night Out
Pairing: Chloah Rating: T (because swearing) Summary: Chloe and Hannah go with their friends to a party, while there Chloe keeps getting asked out and one guy just won’t take no for an answer. It’s up to Hannah to get the point across. Warnings: description of violence, blood mention
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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Hannah watches from the doorway as Chloe talks to people. She’s nice and easy tonight. Anxiety has taken a hike to hell and things are looking up. Students from all five high schools are making conversation with her. A few even try asking her out, but each time Chloe says no and nods over to her girlfriend. Hannah nods back and raises her Gatorade. Beside her, Isabel laughs whenever someone gets rejected. Hannah closes her fingers a little tighter around her bottle with each person.
One boy in particular has her almost crushing the plastic cylinder. He doesn’t accept her first rejection. He instead presses forward and tries to touch her waist. Chloe pushes his hand back and steps away. A few kids look over and the boy stops. The second rejection is loud and clear. He leaves fuming and embarrassed.
Who the hell said any of you get a taste?
Isabel laughs at Hannah’s white knuckled grip. She waves her own Gatorade around in a circle of Hannah’s left hand. Spilling a little as she continues snickering.
“If you’re so jealous, why don’t you go over and do something about it?”
The words catch her off guard and Hannah physically flinches, like she tripped, even though she’s standing still and leaning against a door. Wall. Door frame. Thing.
Stupid.
Isabel laughs again, harder, and Chloe comes over to investigate. Concern falls across her face like the fair in her eyes. A frown crosses her lips and her eyebrows furrow, producing a cute expression. Half worried, ninety percent cute.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothin.”
The resident redhead standing beside, her chokes on her drink laughing. Chloe a off and returns with napkins, handing them to Isabel with shaking hands. She accepts them and starts wiping blood red sugar water off her face.
“Holy shit-I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean-I wasn’t trying to-”
Hannah doesn’t need X-ray vision or telepathic powers to see the anxiety flooding through Chloe’s veins. Gingerly she reaches out and takes one of the quaking hands in hers. Chloe looks at her with scared eyes. Wide and frightened like she’s going to fall apart at any second. Almost immediately Chloe calms, looking first at Isabel, who waves her off with an ‘it’s fine’.
Then to Hannah who smiles warmly and tugs Chloe closer. Pulling her down until they’re at the right height. Chloe leans in kisses Hannah on the corner of her lips, not quite brave enough to go all the way on the first try. Hannah snorts and sets her Gatorade on a table in favor of putting it on the back of Chloe’s neck to pull her in for a proper kiss.
“Alright. I’m out, call me when you’re done sucking face.”
Chloe throws Isabel a ‘thumbs up’ as the red head waltzes over to a few kids who’ve decided playing twister was a good idea. She picks up the spinner and flicks it. Cruelly calling out the result.
“Right hand red!”
A groan rises from the assembled players as they dutifully place there hand on the crimson circle. Isabel flicks it again as Hannah wraps her arms around
A guy who Chloe had previously rejected struts over as they pull apart. He’s clearly drunk, his eyes wide and unfocused. His steps are clumsy, but arrogant. And as he comes to a stop inches from the two of them he wobbles on unsteady feet.
He wraps an arm around Chloe’s shoulders and pulls them apart, a bottle of something. (Hannah can’t see the label, but anyone can empty a container and then fill it with something else) in his right hand. His left holds her left shoulder and forces her to face him. Hannah’s brain short circuits as Chloe moves her hands to push against his chest, but to no avail. The guy has muscles.
Do you ever wanna get up all in your face?
She is unbelievably pissed right now, and there’s not a damn thing she can do, because her body won’t fucking move. The guy starts moving in for a kiss, but Chloe turns her head at the last second and the chapped lips land on her cheek. She shudders. Terrified eyes lock onto Hannah’s.
Hannah snaps.
“Hey fucktard.”
The guy turns and sneers. His arm is still around Chloe, and Chloe’s still pushing back, still to no avail, but at least he’s not trying to kiss her anymore.
“What?”
“That’s my girlfriend.”
He laughs. Cold and heartless.
“Oh please. A runt like you? She’s mine.”
He turns back to Chloe and runs his eyes over her trembling body. Chloe’s shaking so hard it looks like she’s vibrating. Hannah’s hands clench into fists and she pushes his shoulder so he’s forced to look at her.
“No. Her name, is Chloe. And she is mine.”
The male sneers again and finishes off his bottle. In the background, Isabel has stopped the game of twister and is making her way over to the scene. Grabbing an empty flower vase as a weapon.
“Fuck off cunt.”
Silence falls in the room.
Hannah feels something inside her pull tight like an elastic band. Ready to break.
“What did you just call me?”
The guy laughs and leans a little closer, still keeping an iron grip on Chloe.
“Cunt.”
Snap.
“Shut the fuck up you pathetic piece of shit. No one wants you here. Why don’t you just get the fuck out and crawl back into whatever trash can you live in?”
You better take it.
“Ooooh…”
Chloe’s expression goes from terror to surprise in a heartbeat. Eyebrows disappearing behind her hairline as she processes Hannah’s words. The shock fades and she gives a half smile to Hannah.
And nothing you can do could make me go away.
Unfortunately, the guy sees the smile and scowls at the girls.
“HOW DARE YOU?!”
All Hannah’s confidence drains out of her at the shout. Her instincts beg and cry out for her to run. Run far, far away from the threat. But that would mean leaving Chloe behind. Leaving Chloe behind with this bastard. No. That’s not how Hannah works. Even if she doesn’t have any real confidence left, there’s still one thing she can do.
Fake it
She smiles and leans back against the wall. Crossing her arms over her chest as she tilts her head up. Doing her level best to give off an arrogant, confident, maybe even dominant arua. She catches Chloe’s eye and tries to convey her thinking.
Chloe does not respond, either she’s terrified by the whole thing or she’s trying to calm down.
Hannah really hopes it’s the second one.
“How dare I what?”
The guy straightens up and all but snarls at Hannah. Teeth bare, muscles pulling skin back tightly against his skull. The sight is enough to make one kid run out in tears, a few run out after them.
After they’ve untangled themselves from the gruesome mess that Isabel put them in.
Poor baby I’m gonna make it all okay.
“Don’t fuck around with me bitch.”
The words themselves are small explosions. Each letter a bomb dropping on the tiny body Hannah’s soul resides in.
On any other occasion, Hannah would be shaking with them. But not tonight.
She smiles semi-sweetly at him.
“I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re whining about.”
The guy snaps and drops his bottle. It lands on the ground and tips over, spilling, yep, alcohol onto the ground. He releases Chloe, who steps back and resumes her trembling.
He reaches forward with hands stretched out, ready to choke her. Hannah ducks under his arms and jumps up. Effectively head butting his chin and making him stumble in his advance. But she doesn’t stop there. She brings her knee up to him in the crotch, hard. As he bends over to hold his ‘masculinity’ she takes his shoulder blades in her hands and pulls his head toward her knee.
Something warm and wet make its way through the fabric of her jeans. She glances at the slowly spreading dark stain. Blood. She scowls subconsciously, she likes these pants. Hannah brings her elbow down hard on his back, and he grunts as he starts falling. He hits the floor with a thump, but Hannah isn’t done yet.
Punch your lights out.
She throws her foot up high in the air, brings it crashing down on his side. Heel first. He grunts and coughs and Hannah thinks maybe she heard something crack, or at least pop. Yes, boots were a good idea to wear to this party.
A hand closes around her right fist.
Hannah looks up. Chloe’s smiling at her. A little shaky, but still there. Still smiling. Still okay.
“We should probably get out of here.”
She points and Hannah follows her gaze to a kid whose dialing 911. They nod and say something into the electric device. Then cover the mouth piece and look up at the two girls.
“911 is going to be on its way. We’ve got it covered, just get out of here!”
Isabel nods and pushes them out the back door. Gemma appearing quickly behind her and taking her place as Isabel and a few other kids start moving the guy and the beer bottles downstairs.
“I’ll meet you guys back at my house as soon as this is cleaned up okay?”
“Got it.”
Chloe smiles at Gemma, then turns Hannah. Grinning ear to ear from the adrenaline rush. Hannah smiles back, and starts running. Holding Chloe’s hand. Chloe does more of jogging thing, but she holds onto Hannah the seven blocks back to Gemma’s house.
Hit the pavement.
They’re kicking off their shoes when the first siren goes by. It’s followed by an ambulance, and a few seconds later, the loud screaming of a fire truck.
The remark slips out before Hannah can stop it.
“It sounds like a dying clown car…”
Chloe laughs hard. Doubling over as she struggles against her shoelaces. Soon abandoning her attempts at freedom in favor of holding her middle. Chloe’s laughter is contagious and Hannah finds herself wheezing. It honestly wasn’t that funny of a joke, but it was pretty good.
Hannah tries to control her laughter as she reaches forward to finish untying Chloe’s shoelace for her. Chloe notices and, for a brief moment, attempts to intervene. But Hannah waves off her hand and does it for her girlfriend.
That’s what I call entertainment.
“You didn’t have to do that. I could have done I-”
“-shhh. I wanted to do it.”
Chloe blushes and looks down at her sock clad feet. They’re sitting in the middle of the entry way area. On a mat that’s meant for mud, but always manages to be spotless. It’s a pretty good contrast to Chloe’s clothes. Or maybe Hannah’s just biased.
Hannah gently pushes at Chloe’s knees. Chloe looks up at Hannah and spreads them, it’s not far, but it’s far enough that Hannah can move between them. They sit face to face and Hannah just sort of stares into Chloe’s eyes. This beautiful sort of green that makes her think of that one video game that has an immortal, eternal forest. They’re emerald eyes.
Eyes that are not meeting hers. Again Chloe is shaking, or maybe she’s always shaking, and only sometimes she’s still.
Chloe looks back up to meet Hannah’s. She knows Chloe likes her eyes. The way they hover between colors. Brown and something else. She leans in a little, and Chloe leans into meet her.
Bzzzt!
The phone’s text notification stars both of them. Hannah dismisses it and leans in again.
Bzzzt! Bzzt!
Hannah sighs and dismisses the texts again. Leaning in one more time because third time’s th-
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzzt!
“For the love god!”
Chloe leans back a little and furrows her brow.
“What is it?”
“I don’t know.”
Hannah pulls out her phone to actually look at the messages.
Nice job fighting that douche Han!
It’s an unknown number.
We told them that he fell down the stairs and that he broke into the stash the parents keep and the police believe us! Apparently he’s gotten in trouble before so they just took him away and let us keep going!
Isabel.
And I’m gonna go torture the eighth graders with another round of twister? You guys wanna come back?
Isabel again.
Since the cops left I’m gonna stay a little longer, you guys gonna be okay?
Gemma.
Hey there’s a guy that’s been bothering me. Can you beat him up like you did tonight with that guy?
Unknown number.
Bzzzt! Bzzzt!
Hannah shows Chloe the screen.
“Looks like you’re famous.”
Hannah laughs.
“They make it sound like I’m a hero.”
Causin problems makes you famous.
Chloe pouts at Hannah. Although it looks like she’s trying to be serious, Hannah can’t take Chloe that seriously when she’s fucking adorable and she’s between Chloe’s legs.
“So does that mean I get a reward?”
Hannah smiles at her. All flashy teeth and seduction eyes. Chloe blushes and looks towards the door. Like someone might walk in at any second, but that’s not possible because everyone is either asleep or still at the party.
“Maybe…”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe yes?”
“Maybe no.”
Hannah pouts and Chloe smiles, leaning in and kissing her. Soft and easy. Hannah smiles to herself, Chloe wasn’t lying about the eos working.
“When I was! A young boy! My fa-”
Chloe sighs and answers her phone.
“Hello?
“Honey are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“There was an accident nearby with a party. I wanted to make sure that you’re alright. Apparently someone was intoxicated, and I don’t want you in an area with drunks hurting themselves. I’m coming pick up okay?”
“Okay.”
“Alright, I’ll be there in twenty, apologize to Gemma’s parents for me alright?”
“Alright, just give me a minute and I’ll have my stuff together.”
“Okay, bye honey.”
“Bye mom.”
Hannah chews on the inside of her cheek as she pulls out her phone. Chloe’s frowning at her phone, sad and upset. God Hannah hates seeing Chloe down like this.
“I’ll tell Isabel to sound the alarm.”
Chloe offers a meek smile as Hannah opens the conversation.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
H: Sound the alarm
I: Red or Green?
H: Green
I: Oh damn. I’m on it
H: Thank
A second later their phones buzz.
CODE GREEN NERDS!!! BACK TO GEMMA’S WE McFUCKIN’ GO
Chloe all but chokes on her breath at Isabel’s text. She puts her phone back down and looks at Hannah, still between her legs, and smiles.
“Well, tonight has been a night.”
Hannah snickers.
“I’ll say.”
On the other side of the house, the screen for the back door is thrown open as the squad stumbles in. Isabel kicks off her shoes and leads the way to Gemma’s bedroom while Gemma herself starts washing off make-up and messing up her hair so it looks like she was sleeping. Then she runs to her room, presumably to change into presentable sleeping clothes.
One minute later, the squad marches out holding pillows, stuffed animals, blankets, and of course, phones. They sit down and campout, being the good friends they are, they’ve brought Chloe’s bag as well.
Hannah kisses Chloe’s cheek.
“I’ll go hide, while your mom comes to get you.”
She stands up.
“I don’t wanna get you in trouble or anything.”
Chloe stands up with her, half leaning against the wall, half on her feet. Hannah still in between her legs.
“Yeah, but before you go…”
She leans in and kisses Hannah harder than before. Not rougher per say, but definitely more intense. Chloe pulls away and smiles. Hannah stands there. Staring at Chloe’s lips and yes she wants to kiss them again. Hannah looks up at Chloe’s eyes in an attempt to focus, and oh god she really wants to kiss Chloe again. But she can’t because Chloe’s mom is coming over soon and they can’t get caught.
Hannah steps back and lets Chloe grab her bag. She flashes Chloe a smile and retreats to Gemma’s room to wait out the pick-up. She listens to the door close and Chloe call good bye. Listens to the door slam and the car start. Listens to the car pulling away and driving down the road.
The squad marches back into the room and starts an especially sinful round of Cards against Humanity. Hannah pulls out her phone and sends a message to Chloe.
H: Sorry for tonight
C: No I’m sorry, I should have seen him coming and done something about it
H: No, it’s my fault for hurting that much, otherwise your mom wouldn’t have come to pick you up
C: Don’t worry about it I love you
H: I love you too
C: Sorry I gtg. Good night
H: Good night I love you chipmunk
C: I love you too
Hannah flops back on her pillow and locks her phone. She moves to hold it, trying to fall asleep. It would honestly be so much easier if Chloe was here to hold. But Chloe’s not here, so she’ll just have to make do. She holds it closer and breathes in the barely there scent of Chloe.
She’ll survive.
She’ll be fine.
All the violence makes a statement.
