Mine- a Bechloe One-shot
So, this is a request that was sent into me by a cool follower named @amdiazh. She requested that I do a one-shot inspired by Taylor Swift’s song “Mine”. She also said “Kinda like, no you don’t get to run away and throw our relationship without giving a fight”. I could not do this without her wonderful idea, so thank you. This one-shot will also include lyrics from “Mine” and from the Bella’s finale from the first movie, which are obviously not my lyrics. There is a lot of swearing in here, but I think that’s the only warning. Please enjoy! And please review if you can! Also, just saying again, literally would not have this idea without talking to amdiazh, so I give her a ton of credit here!
You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables
Left a small town, never looked back
I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin’
Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts
Beca Mitchell was 12 years old when she decided that love didn’t exist. After all, she had been given absolutely no reason to, with her parents finally separating after years of explosive arguments they hadn’t bothered to hide from Beca or her nine-year-old brother, Josh. Beca couldn’t decide if the divorce made her happy because the arguments would finally end, or sad because there was now no hope that her parents would ever be okay.
So, she decided to feel nothing about it.
She didn’t have time to feel anything over the divorce. Not with her brother needing to constantly be consoled over mommy moving out. Not with the step monster moving in about six months later. Beca didn’t have time to feel, so she just pushed everything away. She got pretty good at it after some time. All throughout high school, that was her rule, no falling in love. She could date, sure. She could fuck, of course. But she wasn’t going to let anyone knock over the barriers she had worked so hard to build.
And she knew from the moment she laid eyes on that red headed senior that she was going to fuck everything up for Chloe.
“Funny, you don’t look 21.” The bartender scoffed, scanning Beca’s fake ID.
“I’m small.” Beca argued, hoping this dweeb would just let her drink. She had paid that guy in her psychology class a hundred dollars and a gross backseat blow job for that ID, and she needed something to get her mind off of that red head that forced her to sing in the shower.
That…that beautiful redhead with the gorgeous singing voice and the shiny blue eyes…
Beca shook her head. Nope. Nope. Fuck that. She didn’t need to get feelings for someone at this school. Not only did that break her rule, but what would be the point? She was out of here as soon as the year was over, her dad had promised. No point in making connections.
Getting involved with a redheaded acapella singer was just looking for trouble…
“Oh, she’s 21.” Beca heard a familiar voice behind her and had to resist yelling “For fucks sake!” Was this for real?
“How do you know, Chloe?” The dweeby bartender asked with far too much authority in his voice for a 21-year-old nerdy 5’8 bartender at a Buffalo Wild Wings.
“Oh, she’s in my Russian literature class. She’s a senior too.” Beca continued to face forward, hoping to avoid making eye contact with the beautiful redhead.
“Really?” The bartender asked skeptically. Jesus Christ, did this guy think he was a jacked bouncer at the hottest club in LA?
“Nothing gets me harder than Tolstoy.” Beca flashed the bartender a grin. He stared at her for a second, then back at her fake ID, then back at Chloe.
“Okay, Chloe.” He nodded then looked back at Beca. “You wanted a Stella, you said?”
“Tall, please.” Beca said, flashing him a smile. “Thank you.”
The bartender walked away, and Chloe quickly took a seat next to Beca. “Don’t mind him. He just switched from dishwasher to bartender last week and he is taking it VERY seriously.”
“Clearly.” Beca said, finally turning to face the redhead. “Um, thanks for…”
“Oh, I didn’t do anything. After all, you’re 21.” Chloe said, winking. “Honestly, I hate this job and would not lose any sleep if I got booted from here.”
“You’re…a waitress?” Beca asked, glancing at the notebook in her hand.
“Yes, but don’t worry about taking up my time, they let me off early.” The redhead rolled her eyes. “It’s a Tuesday night, it’s not like I was overworked tonight.”
Beca glanced around at the mostly empty tables. “Ouch. How early they let you off?”
Chloe glanced at her watch. “A little more than an hour. Just like last night.”
“So, are you just going to go home?” Beca asked without thinking.
“That was the plan. Feed my cat. See what’s going on with the Kardashians.”
“Doyouwanttodrinkwithme?” Beca asked in one breath.
Chloe’s eyes lit up. “The mysterious alt girl wants to spend time with me?” She teased.
“I mean…I mean…if you want…” Beca mumbled as the bartender set her drink down.
“Brian, could you grab me a wild berry margarita?” Chloe asked the bartender. He grinned goofily and rushed off to make the drink.
“A wild berry margarita?” Beca smirked, taking a sip of her beer.
“It is tasty, and it makes me dance!” Chloe said defensively. “Sorry it’s not as hardcore as a cracking a cold one open with the boys.”
Beca laughed. “All my friends were guys in high school…so I developed a taste for beer.”
“My mom started letting me drink at family events the summer before I started college.” Chloe explained. “So, I was always drinking margaritas and cocktails with her and her sisters. Then, when I got to college, I would mostly drink with my friend Aubrey.”
“Is she that girl at the sign-ups that was…” Beca hesitated.
“A bit judgmental?” Chloe laughed as Brian sat down her drink with an overenthusiastic smile. Apparently Beca wasn’t the only one a bit smitten by the redheaded waitress.
“Um…” Beca shrugged and took a sip of her beer.
“It’s okay.” Chloe winked. “She’s a bit intense but she’s…I couldn’t have made it through college without her. Anyway, she refuses to drink beer and is very much a tequila girl. So, I got a taste for…I hate to be stereotypical but ‘girly drinks.’” Chloe did air quotes.
“Nothing wrong with that, I was just teasing.” Beca said, gulping down her beer. Chloe stared at her.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d get the impression I made you nervous.” Chloe teased.
“What?” Beca asked, a bit too surprised to be convincing. “Why would you…”
“It’s funny, usually girls are more comfortable around me after they’ve seen me naked.”
Brian’s head spun back to the girls’ conversation and both Chloe and Beca laughed.
“I think that acapella group has made you a bit full of yourself.” Beca teased back.
“Oh God, if anything it has fucked with my self-esteem.” Chloe admitted.
“What do you mean?”
“The way the old girls ran it…” Chloe took a sip of her drink and sighed. “Brian, we are going to need some shots or something, I am too sober to explain this.”
“Those fucking bitches!” Beca said after another beer and a tequila shot that wasn’t even on the menu.
“They ran that group like a drill team.” A slightly tipsy Chloe gushed to Beca.
“Why did you stay?” Beca asked.
“Because I love to sing.” Chloe said simply. “And because I kept telling myself, ‘One day, Aubrey and I are going to run the show. And we are going to run it the right way.’”
“I bet you will.” Beca assured her.
“That’s why you need to audition!” Chloe burst out. Beca sighed.
“Honestly? I don’t even plan to stay at this school. This isn’t for me.”
“What do you want to do?” Chloe asked.
“I want to DJ. I get how you feel about singing because I feel the same way about mixing music. It just feels…like what I was meant to do.”
“So…how long will you stay here then?” Chloe pushed, confused.
“Hopefully I can leave after a year.” Beca said, signaling Brian for another drink. He sighed and started filling another tall glass.
“You know, we close in twenty minutes.” Brian told them.
“Then you better pour fast so Beca can finish it!” Chloe snapped and both girls burst out laughing. Brian sighed again and handed Beca her drink.
“Well, if your plans aren’t set in stone, why don’t you make the best of this place while you can?” Chloe suggested. “What do you have to lose?”
“I don’t know…” Beca sighed, taking a sip of her drink. Suddenly, Chloe grabbed Beca’s hand. Beca instantly felt a warm rush go through her.
“Please, just audition.” Chloe insisted. “I just…I have a good feeling about you. I feel like this is supposed to happen.”
“I’ll…I’ll think about it.” Beca said. Chloe smiled and squeezed her hand.
“I have a good feeling about you, Beca.”
Beca nodded dumbly and took a large gulp of her beer.
Do you remember, we were sittin’, there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter
You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine
Things got real about a month after Beca joined the Bellas. In all honesty, Chloe had Aubrey to thank for the relationship progressing. Beca and Aubrey started butting heads almost immediately, which finally resulted in Aubrey insisting she needed additional rehearsals. Chloe did not need to be told twice; she shot her hand up in the air and volunteered to help Beca.
Very little of their “extra rehearsals” actually involved rehearsing, however. Mostly Beca and her would just go to the pond by Aubrey and Chloe’s apartment and talk. Talk about school, talk about past relationships, about albums they enjoyed, about their dreams. About all the important and unimportant things in their life.
“Think Aubrey is ever going to catch on that we aren’t actually practicing?” Beca asked her one day, watching two ducks fight in the water.
“She knows you don’t need extra practice.” Chloe grinned at the smaller girl. “You make her nervous and she’s trying to control you. I love her, but I know her. I know what’s really going on.”
“I make her nervous?” Beca asked, surprised.
“She can tell your talented, for one thing. But you’re also different then a typical ‘Bella Girl’ and that makes her worried.” Chloe explained. “Even though the old Bellas were horrible to us…Aubrey’s not good with change. And she’s afraid you are going to change things.”
“Hm, interesting.” Beca grinned. “I didn’t know I had that much power.”
“You have a lot of power.” Chloe told her. “The other girls respect you so much already. You’re pretty special, Beca.”
Beca rolled her eyes. “Special. Right.”
Chloe hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. Before she could stop herself, the older girl put her arm around Beca. Beca froze for a second, not sure how to respond. Finally, she let herself settle into the redhead.
“You’re special to me.” Chloe told her quietly.
This was insane. This wasn’t just casual sex or anything like this, Beca had let a relationship be built up over the past month and she could feel herself starting to have real feelings for the redhead. For fucks sake, they hadn’t even had sex and yet Beca couldn’t get the girl out of her mind. This was more than she could handle, this was more than she could allow-
“Did you hear me, Beca?” Chloe asked her.
“I’m sorry…I just spaced out. What did you say?” Beca asked sheepishly.
Chloe giggled. “I wanted to know…if you would be my girlfriend?”
Beca’s thoughts went a mile a minute, all of them insisting that this couldn’t happen, this would only end in heartache for both of the girls, this was a mistake…
“Yes.” Beca heard herself tell Chloe. Chloe grinned and immediately put her lips to Beca. Soon the two girls were kissing. They were kissing and all of Beca’s thoughts had left her except for how beautiful Chloe looked in this fall weather.
Flash forward, and we’re takin’ on the world together
And there’s a drawer of my things at you place
You learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded
You say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes
“I think I might be the only person on campus who isn’t looking forward to Christmas break.” Beca sighed, laying on Chloe’s bed. It was the night before they both left to go home for a month, and both girls were trying to make the most of the time that they had left together.
“Nope, I’m on that team with you.” Chloe told her, taking Beca’s hand and squeezing it. Beca still couldn’t understand it; in her past relationships she couldn’t handle anything besides sexual interaction with her partners, but Chloe was a very affectionate person, and Beca didn’t mind at all. She would never admit it to anyone in the world, not even Chloe, but she looked forward to the handholding and even the cuddling that would constantly take place.
“I thought you were close to your family.” Beca said, surprised.
“Oh, I am. I am. And I’m excited to see them.” Chloe explained. “But I’m not thrilled about not seeing my smoking-hot girlfriend for a month.”
“Oh, God.” Beca sighed.
“What?”
“Smoking hot girlfriend? It’s finally happened; you’re cheating on me.” Beca teased.
Chloe rolled her eyes. “Take a shot every time Beca makes a self-deprecating joke.”
“That would be a deadly game.”
Chloe moved on top of Beca suddenly and started kissing the brunette, slowly. Beca continued in rhythm with Chloe, slipping her tongue inside her girlfriend’s mouth. Chloe suddenly stopped her.
“You never talk about your family.”
“Um, could we talk about anything else besides my family while you are on top of me?” Beca asked.
“No, I mean…” Chloe rolled off of Beca. Beca groaned, disappointed. “I can tell that something is up with your family, but you’ve never gone into detail.”
“My mom abandoned us when I was in middle school and hasn’t spoken to us in years, my dad’s a dick who replaced her with a step monster within months of the divorce, and I feel like I am completely responsible for my little brother’s happiness, now let’s make out!” Beca said quickly.
“When was the last time you spoke to your mom?” Chloe asked.
“I don’t know. I stopped keeping track because I stopped holding my breath she ever would.” Beca told her. Chloe turned and looked at her, her big blue eyes practically piercing into Beca. Beca knew she wanted more information. She sighed.
“She moved to California, got married, and had two replacement kids. She didn’t look back. Apparently, her marriage was so bad with a man that she once loved, that she couldn’t even stand to look at the children she made with him.” Beca shook her head. “I didn’t understand it than, and I don’t understand it now. How can love just die like that? How can someone who was the most important person in your life become nothing?” Beca became alarmed when she realized that tears were running down her cheeks.
“Oh, honey.” Chloe said, grabbing her girlfriend’s hand. The same warm rush that always went through Beca when Chloe grabbed her hand ran through her.
“It honestly makes me worried that…maybe all love is bullshit.” Beca blurted out. Chloe sighed and Beca was worried she had offended Chloe, but the redhead just leaned forward and kissed her.
“You don’t have to make your parents’ mistakes.” Chloe reassured her. “You make your own journey. Besides, when has Beca Mitchell ever done what’s expected?”
Beca laughed and wiped away her tears. “God, can we just go back to making out please? These are way too many feelings.”
Chloe giggled. “I mean, if you insist.” She climbed back on top of the smaller girl and pushed her lips against Beca’s.
And I remember that fight, two-thirty am
‘Cause everything was slipping right out of our hands
I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street
Braced myself for the goodbye,
‘Cause that’s all I’ve ever known
Then, you took me by surprise
You said, “I’ll never leave you alone”
“Beca Mitchell, open the motherfucking door!” Beca ripped her headphones off and glanced at her alarm clock. It was after 2am, what was going on?
“I liked it better before you had friends.” Kimmy Jin muttered bitterly from her bed, putting the blanket over her head.
“Sorry.” Beca apologized and ran to the door. “Chloe?”
“Your phone must be broken because you’ve been ignoring my calls for over a week.” Chloe snapped. “No one has heard from you since the semi-finals.”
“You mean when I quit that shitshow you call an acapella group?” Beca asked.
“Beca, no one is mad at you. Okay, Aubrey is, but I can talk to her-”
“Since when have you been able to stand up to Aubrey?” Beca snapped.
“Okay, you know what, it doesn’t matter that you quit the group. That has nothing to do with us! I don’t need you to be in the group to be with me!” Tears started rolling down Chloe’s face.
“I assumed…I mean, wasn’t that it?” Beca said, biting her lip and silently cursing herself for the tears on her cheeks as well.
“What?” Chloe asked.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” Beca said, her voice rising. “That’s the big mistake, that’s the fuck up, that’s the thing that makes the beautiful senior, who was always way too good for me, realize she’s worth more than the dumbass freshman who never had any hope at love anyway…” Beca trailed off, suddenly crying too hard to finish her sentence.
“Not to be insensitive, but could you guys do this anywhere else?” Kimmy Jin spoke up.
“You know what? I can’t fucking do this.” Beca cried and bolted past Chloe out of the dorm. Without hesitation, Chloe raced after her. The couple ran out to the street, which was empty this early in the morning.
“I don’t care if you quit the group a million times, but I know you do.” Chloe told her.
“What do you mean?”
“You act like you don’t care about the group, but I’ve seen how happy singing makes you.” Chloe insists. “And you have potential to make the group better when…when Aubrey and I graduate.”
“When you’re gone.” Beca muttered. Chloe reached out and grabbed Beca’s hands. A familiar rush went through her.
“I’ll never be gone.” Chloe told her. “You make the group better. And you make my life better. I love you, Beca Mitchell. I love you so much.” Chloe instinctively reached her head towards Beca’s and kissed the younger girl. Beca didn’t even think to refuse, she had missed her girlfriend so much.
“Aubrey didn’t want me to tell you, but we are meeting in the morning. Apparently one of the winning groups has a high school student. We qualify for the finals.”
Beca stared dumfounded at Chloe. “Even if that’s true, Aubrey doesn’t want me…”
“Fuck her.” Chloe snapped and Beca laughed. “Okay, she’s my best friend, but fuck her. It’s time someone stood up to her.”
Beca sighed. “I feel like I’m just messing things up for everyone…”
“Stop trying to push away everyone who loves you.” Chloe said quietly, giving her another kiss. “Come to the rehearsal. And…and come back to me, because I miss you.” Chloe kissed her. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Beca whispered.
“I won’t leave you.” Chloe promised her. “And it’s time for us to fix things for the Bellas.”
Beca nodded reluctantly. “I guess we can do it together.”
Chloe winked. “Of course, we can.”
Do you believe it?
We’re gonna make it now
And I can see it
Beca had no idea how amazing singing on stage could be. It had been rough pulling it all together in such a short time, but once Aubrey was able to metaphorically get rid of the pitch pipe (and actually physically get rid of it, because it was covered in vomit) things were able to piece together.
I will love, love you tonight
Give me everything tonight
For all we know
We might not get tomorrow
Let’s do it tonight
Beca smiled as the last notes were sung out by the Bellas, this group of weirdos that had suddenly become her family.
“Go Beca!” Fat Amy screamed out suddenly and the rest of the Bellas cheered. Beca grinned.
“You guys are my favorite weirdos.” Beca told the group as they made their way off stage.
“I hate to admit it but…” Aubrey sighed. “That was pretty good.”
“Aubrey admitted she was wrong!” Fat Amy cheered and the rest of the Bellas followed.
“Wait, I didn’t say that…” Aubrey protested.
“Just let it go.” Chloe laughed, giving her best friend a hug.
“Thanks for letting me back in.” Beca told the group.
“Yeah, sorry the meeting was so…dramatic.” Aubrey said.
“I made snow angels in rejected food.” Lily muttered under her breath.
“We’re just happy your back.” Chloe assured her. The redhead leaned in and kissed Beca. The rest of the Bellas awed.
“PDA from a nauseating couple. Just what my single ass needed.” Cynthia Rose rolled her eyes.
“Come on, everyone loves a good Bloe.” Fat Amy said.
“I’m sorry, a what?” Chloe said, separating from Beca.
“Beca and Chloe, together you’re Bloe.” Fat Amy explained.
Beca shook her head. “So, you are not calling us-”
“Call us whatever you want.” Chloe giggled, grabbing Beca’s hand so the rush went through her. “This girl is the best thing that’s ever been mine.”
And for a moment, Beca forget about her mom’s abandonment, her dad’s replacement, and her brother’s dependency. At the moment, she could only see Chloe, and see the love in her beautiful blue eyes. Maybe this could work. Maybe they could make it.
Because, at that moment, Beca was happy to admit she was in love.
