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"What do you think?" Chloe turned in the passenger seat to face Aubrey, showing off her new work uniform to get some feedback. It was a plain black shirt, black skinny jeans and a black baseball cap, but she needed the reassurance before her first day.

"You look great! I would totally trust you to make my coffee," Aubrey smiled warmly at the girl who had fast become her only friend at West Valley. She had enjoyed the past two weeks, it was a nice change to see Chloe every day and talk to someone other than her teachers and younger sister; not to mention school was a lot more bearable now that she didn't sit alone in the cafeteria for lunch.

Although she looked appreciative of the compliment and smile Chloe still looked worried. "Why so nervous? Didn't you work at a Starbucks back in Maine?"

Chloe, who was now occupied with applying lip gloss, shot Aubrey a look out of the corner of her eye. "I'm not nervous about the coffee, Aubrey, Beca mentioned that she might come by today-"

Aubrey noticeably rolled her eyes and Chloe stopped speaking so she could once again turn to her side. "I don't know why you hate her so much. She's super sweet once you get to know her, just a little closed off, but so are you, Aubrey Posen."

While Aubrey was fully aware that Chloe had made a completely valid point, she wasn't willing to admit that out loud, even with Chloe staring her down waiting for a response. After all, Chloe had been busy trying to convince Aubrey to give Beca a chance ever since the little runt had invited Chloe to her house for dinner.

But none of it made sense to Aubrey who had know Beca since they were small children, not to mention their recent past. "Look, Chloe, Beca Mitchell is no good, she spends her time alone or with her step brother, too busy mixing music to care about anyone else. I'm not trying to be a..." she gulped, she wasn't a huge fan of cursing, "bitch, but thats just my opinion on her. And you're my friend, I wouldn't want to see you get hurt by her."

The annoyance in her voice was impossible to miss and Chloe found herself staring at Aubrey with an eyebrow raised, "Aubrey, we're just friends, and while I greatly appreciate your concern I have handled worse than Beca Mitchell." For the first time Aubrey heard a sharpness in Chloe's tone and knew better than to continue the conversation. "I better get going, I wouldn't want to be late on my first day. Thanks for the ride, Aubrey Posen, I'll see you tomorrow."

Chloe slid out of the car and smiled at Aubrey before skipping into the little coffee shop where she would be working, leaving Aubrey behind with a worried frown in place.

But only twenty minutes into her new job and Chloe was already bored.

"So basically to steam milk you put the steam wand all the way to the bottom of the milk, you turn the steamer on, then you pull up for three seconds and then back down. Make sense?" A bored sounding teenage boy was training Chloe, who had tried to tell him multiple times she was the head barista at her old Starbucks without much success. So she had spent the last twenty minutes learning everything she already knew.

"Yeah I think I can handle that," she smiled brightly, after deciding to abandon her attempts to let him know she was basically a professional she decided to go with her normal enthusiastic take on life. Setting about to steam milk, she smiled once again and stood back from the machine while it worked.

The teenage boy sighed heavily and picked at a scab on his chin, "Yeah, so since you can do that I'm gonna go take my thirty. Jessica is here if you need any help," he nodded to a blonde girl who was pulling a coffee cake out of the oven. He stalked off to the back of the house and let the swinging doors shut behind him, Chloe furrowed her eyebrows, this was by far the weirdest training she had ever had.

"Hey! I'm Jessica, you must be Chloe," the girl walked over to her with a big smile on her face. "The boss told me all about you, said you used to work at Starbucks and we won't have any problems with you."

Chloe's face turned slightly red, "I'll try my best not to cause any problems."

"Sorry about Cody," Jessica added nodding to the doors that were still slowly swinging. "He's just sort of here for the paycheck, but he's leaving soon so it will just be you and me tonight." She smiled encouragingly before turning to help the customers that had just walked up to the counter.

Pretty soon Chloe was back in the swing of making lattes and cappuccinos, it had been almost an hour and she was lost in her work, when someone finally spoke loud enough for her to hear over the din of the espresso machine. "Isn't it your first day? And it looks like you're already running the place." Chloe looked up excitedly, thrilled to see Beca standing on the other side of the counter.

"Beca! You came!"

"I promised I would," she smiled and looked up at the menu board. "What would you suggest for me, Red?"

Chloe felt her heart rate pick up, she could swear up and down that she and Beca were just friends, but no one sparked her interest more than the mysterious girl in front of her. It had been almost two weeks since they had first spoken and Beca was still as elusive as ever; Chloe was never sure if the other girl wanted to open up to her or remain a mystery. She wasn't entirely certain even Beca herself knew the answer to that.

"Well, I know you don't like overly sweet things, so I'm gonna say a caramel macchiato."

"I don't like sweet? When did I tell you that?"

"You didn't, but every time I offer you something sweet at lunch you never take it," Chloe watched Beca's surprised look out of the corner of her eye while she made her coffee quickly.

"You have any plans this weekend?" she asked while she waited for the espresso shots to brew; now that her hands weren't busy she felt a wave of nerves flush over her due to her question.

Beca smiled and fidgeted with the edge of her jacket, "Um, no. I mean, I open the record store on Saturday, but I have the rest of the weekend off. What about you?"

"Nothing, I have the weekend off from here, so probably just hanging out at home," she trailed off nervously and put the lid on Beca's drink. "Well, here you go, I hope you like it."

Chloe watched patiently as Beca took a sip of her drink, "Really good," she smiled and stared at Chloe for a few seconds before she caught herself. "Oh right, well I better get going, I've got to get to work. Um, maybe we can do something this weekend since we're both not busy. I'll see you later, Chloe!" Chloe watched longingly as Beca strolled out the door, and turned in front of the store.

"So, how long have you been pining after that crazy sheila?" Chloe was jolted out of her daydream of Beca when Fat Amy walked up to the counter with a knowing smirk on her face.

"Ah, um, what?"

Fat Amy smiled, "You like Beca-"

"No. No, I don't, we're just friends," Chloe spluttered, shocked that anyone had even been paying attention to Beca's and her interaction.

"Do you give all your friends free coffee? Because in that case I'll take the biggest frappuccino you can make me," Chloe looked at her with her eyebrows furrowed, not understanding what she was saying. Amy stopped talking and stared at Chloe for a second before slowly speaking, "Um, your little love bug, you, uh, you didn't make her pay?"

Chloe clapped a hand to her forehead, she had been too busy drooling over Beca to realize that she hadn't paid, "Heh, too busy checking out the fine lady to, you know, check her out." Amy rubbed her hands together while she laughed.

"Fuck," Chloe groaned under her breath, "Not a good way to start a job, right?"

"Eh, just pay for it yourself," Amy suggested, "and mine too, I'm sure Beca would be very impressed if you also paid for my coffee."

Right at that moment Beca burst back in the store looking slightly flustered, "I just realized I forgot to pay," she laughed uncomfortably and pulled a five dollar bill out of her wallet. "Hey, how you doing, Amy?" she added distractedly while she shoved the bill in Chloe's hand. "So sorry, Chlo, I'll text you tonight about this weekend! Hope your first shift goes well!" She turned and jogged out the door in an attempt to still make it to work on time.

"I love you," Fat Amy whispered, earning a glare from Chloe as they stared after where Beca had just disappeared again.

"Look, Red, I'm here to help you, because I am what some might call a Beca Mitchell expert. You've got it bad for her, I can see it in your eyes, and I'm sure you can feel it in your pants." She waggled her eyebrows at Chloe who flushed scarlet, causing her to look more like a beet than a human.

"Amy, I'm at work," she whispered frantically.

Fat Amy looked around her at the empty cafe, "No one's here, mate. And I don't hear you denying any feelings for the tiny lady."

"We're just friends, Amy, I'm just getting to know her-"

"And that's something because no one gets close to Beca Mitchell," Amy pointed out. "Look, I'm just here to support you, show some sisterly love for my fellow choir mate, learn about the lesbians in the process. They've always fascinated me, now I've got the chance to see them up close and personal," she had leaned in closer to Chloe who had to go cross eyed to keep eye contact. "Plus, once again, no one knows more about Beca Mitchell than me."

"Oh really?" Chloe asked skeptically, Amy nodded earnestly in response.

"Alright then, when's her birthday?"

"September 14th."

"What's her favorite color?"

"Mauve."

"Where is she from?"

"Tasmania."

"Amy those are all about you...you told me every single one of those the first day I met you." Chloe had to fight to hold back the laughter that was threatening to bubble out of her. "I appreciate it, I really do, but I'm just happy to be her friend. She's really cool and I'm enjoying getting to know her."

"Whatever you say, Red," Amy answered dejectedly. "I just want you to know that when the time comes I fully support team Bhloe-"

"What?"

"Bhloe. Beca and Chloe? Or we could do Bitchell, Beale and Mitchell. Your pick."

"Ah, I think I'll need some time to think on those."

Amy paused for a second and looked as if she was in deep deliberation in her head, "One more thing, Red, I think if you talk to Aubrey she might know a bit more about the tiny koala than she lets on. I mean with everything that happened and all."

Chloe furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, what was Amy talking about?

Right then a group of students from West Valley walked in and Chloe straightened up so she could get back to work. "Um, I've got work to do now, Amy, I'll see you tomorrow!" She said goodbye and started making coffees again, with only one thought on her mind, what did Amy mean?

Amy turned to walk out the door, but before she left she faced Chloe again with a big smile on her face and said rather loudly, "Team Bhloe all the way!" Chloe felt her face flush red as everyone in the coffee shop turned to stare at her.

"Becaw!" Jesse smiled happily from behind the giant pile of vinyls he was sorting into different bins. "Nice of you to finally show up," he joked as he slid an Ace of Base album into a bin labeled "These won't sell."

Beca frowned at her brother while she went behind the counter at the store to deposit her stuff, "I'm literally two seconds late-"

"But late none the less," A british voice came around the corner with another stack of vinyls. "Can't keep acting up like this or it might be your job." Beca's jaw dropped in annoyance as the muscular man behind the vinyls deposited them beside Jesse's already large stack. He was tall, strapping, covered in tattoos and British, a little over 22, the owner of a record store, and everything most girls fawned over, but had no effect on Beca. "Don't make it a habit," he added duly, while Beca stared him down angrily.

Jesse chuckled into the records he was sorting which earned him a glare from Beca too, "Jesse, if you think it's so funny you could leave with her if you'd like."

While Jesse stopped laughing and Beca rolled her eyes heavily they both knew it was an empty threat. Luke needed them both, they were his only two employees and the only two people in their tiny town who knew as much about music as he did, not to mention it had just been the three of them running the record store since Jesse and Beca were both 16.

"Luke, come off it, I'm two seconds late. Why don't you go to the office and order some more stock, I can already tell we're running low on 90s shit." Beca nodded to the nearing bare shelves in the 90s section much to Luke's annoyance.

They all had a decent relationship, Beca was amazing at helping order new music that would eventually blow up into top 100 charts, pulling in money for Luke, Jesse was great with people and driving sales. The combination of the team had caused the record store to thrive in the past few years, so no matter how annoyed Luke was with the two siblings they knew they weren't going anywhere.

He grumbled something under his breath and turned to take the metal spiral staircase up to the office that overlooked the sales floor, "And I emailed you a list of the new albums I found so make sure you order them too," Beca called at his retreating back. He waved his hand to acknowledge her then disappeared into the office.

Beca and Jesse were silent for a few minutes while they stacked and sorted, but then Jesse broke it. "So where were you?"

"Its Chloe's first day at Grind Time, I just stopped by to say hi and wish her luck."

"And the welcome train charges on," Jesse joked, smiling at his sister. He was thoroughly enjoying messing with her about her crush on the new girl, but that didn't mean he didn't completely support her. "How was she? Did she get you to buy anything?" He saw Beca's face turn a light shade of pink as she ducked behind one of the stacks of vinyls."Becs, you don't even like coffee."

"I know! She was just so excited and cute and fuck," she face palmed and then looked at Jesse out of the corner of her eye. "I'm an idiot. And I forgot to pay so I had to run back and give her money," at this Jesse died laughing. "Shut up," she groaned.

He came back up from behind his pile of records, still struggling to breathe, "You just get smoother and smoother with each passing day." The smile faded from his face when the bell chimed and and Beca heard the front door shut. "This is new," he muttered as Beca turned around to see who it was.

"Oh fuck," she sighed, Aubrey Posen had entered the shop with her sights locked in on Beca.