A/N: Characters don't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them.

Tingggmusic prompted: Bechloe: Rap Battle :D :D :D *struts away*

Songs Used: O.P.P. - Naughty By Nature/Lose Yourself - Eminem/Get Ur Freak On - Missy Elliott/Nuthin But a G Thang - Dr Dre/Crank Dat Soulja Boy - Soulja Boy/21 Questions - 50 Cent/The Way You Move - Outkast/I'll Do 4 U - Father MC/What's It Gonna Be?! - Janet Jackson feat. Busta Rhymes/How Do You Want It - 2Pac.

Beca doesn't know how this started. She never knows how any of this stuff starts. Only that it inevitably does and that she always ends up right in the middle of it, because of Chloe.

Chloe, with her stupid smile and her dumb face, and that look she gives Beca that Chloe knows, she knows goes right through her. Just seers a path through her chest and melts every inch off of Beca's cool exterior. And Beca hates it.

Except she kind of loves it.

Even when stuff like this happens.

"In the blue corner," Fat Amy booms into the microphone, that she definitely does not need, of the karaoke machine and throws an arm out towards Beca, "the Big B.M., the little captain that could, Beca 'effin' Mitchell!" She keeps her expression neutral, even as the Bellas at her back go wild, just keeps her eyes trained ahead. "And in the red corner, the only ginger who I know for sure has a soul, Raggedy Ann incarnate, Chloe Beale!" She has Lilly, Stacie and Ashley behind her, ready to throw down against Cynthia Rose, Flo and Jessica who are backing her up. Amy had insisted she be referee. Of what, you ask?

A rap battle.

Because Chloe's tipsy and so are like, eighty percent of the rest of them, and Beca had been the only one to poo-hooing this idea. So, she'd been outvoted. They'd outvoted their captain. This was mutiny, and there will be repercussions. For now though, there's just enough alcohol in her system to allow her to roll the tension out of her shoulders. She tips her head from side to side, then rolls it around once, listening to the satisfying pops. Chloe's still staring her down from four feet away, hands on her hips as she rocks them from side to side. She has her game face on and is, Beca can tell, seconds away from saying-

"Let's go! Let's do this!" Beca smirks, brushing her thumb over the end of her nose. Fat Amy pulls a coin out of her pocket and stands in the space between them.

"Oh captain, my captain," serious, she holds her palm out to Beca and the brunette glances down at the coin, "tops or tails?" Beca stares down at her hand, like the answer is going to jump out at her or a premonition will slap her across the face. Seconds tick by. "I'm afraid I'm going to need your answer-"

"Pick one already, Beca!" Dark blue eyes snap up to find Chloe huffing in exasperation and part of Beca really wants to draw out this moment for a little longer, just to mess with her. Competitive Chloe is insane. And kinda hot.

But that's neither here nor there.

"Tails, dude. Tails." She nods a few dozen times, as though the more she bobs her head, the more confident she becomes. Amy flicks the coin into the air and catches it, slapping it over onto her other hand and holding it steady.

"It is..." you can hear a pin drop. Beca doesn't think the house has ever been this quiet. "Tails!" Beca jerks her arm back in a fist pump and beams at the dirty look Chloe throws her. She blows her a kiss. Chloe rubs at the corner of her eye with her middle finger. "Blue team, I'll allow you ten seconds to confer, at which point you must begin or forfeit your lead to Big Red." Beca spins and throws a song name out into her group. The Bellas all nod immediately and Cynthia Rose picks up the beat even before Beca's turned back around.

"Army with harmony, Dave drop a load on 'em." And they're off. "'OPP', how can I explain it, I'll take you frame by frame it

To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it." Beca moves towards the centre of the room, gesturing with her hands as she raps. "'O' is for Other, P is for People scratchin' temple, the last 'P', well," she pauses to wink at Chloe, who's gone a bit red in the face, but is watching Beca like a hawk, "that's not that simple. It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten," until Chloe turns to her own team, "it's five little letters that are missin' here. You get on occasion at the-" Then she's spinning back around and Lilly is exploding out of the beat-box, while Stacie does her best 'gangsta' impression beside her.

"-the soul's escaping, through this hole that's gaping," Beca blinks in surprise at the way the words just flow from Chloe with ease, with confidence, "this world is mine for the taking. Make me king, as we move toward a new-"

"-new shit. Gimmie some new shit." She cuts in and Cynthia Rose is right there with her. She can see Flo and Jessica in her periphery, matching the beat. Jessica's smile is threatening to break her face and Flo looks a bit, manic. It's awesome. "Missy be putting it down, I'm the hottest round." They move forward as a group, only stopping when they reach the invisible boarder that leaves her and Chloe only a foot or so apart. "I'll told y'all mutha," Beca lifts a hand to covers her mouth, then motions like she's pulling something away from it before flicking dead air into Chloe's face, "y'all can't stop me now, listen to-" Chloe's eyes flash, right before she skids into Beca's verse.

"-to make an entrance so back on up," she lifts her hands and sends them out, waving Beca and her team back as Stacie picks up the dropped "Cause you know we're about to rip shit up" and then hangs all over Chloe like, well. Like she's Chloe's bitch. Beca cringes the instant she thinks it. "Gimme the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble, Compton and Long Beach together now-" she also cringes the second she realises what's about to come out of her mouth.

"-now watch me you." What's worse is that her body is doing the moves before she can stop herself. Cythina Rose is "crank that soulja boy"ing and Flo is adding a bit of extra flare to the dance. "Now watch me you-" She's almost thankful when Chloe interrupts again.

"-you drive me crazy shorty," almost, "I need to see you and feel you next to me," because she's singing the words directly to Beca, while Stacie rubs her body along Chloe's side, and Beca's skin is suddenly burning beneath her clothes. "I provide everything you need and I, like your smile," Chloe licks her lips, mimes giving her a kiss in between lyrics, and Beca feels a bit dazed, "I don't wanna see you cry. Got some questions that I got to ask and I," but whatever. This is fine. This is totally fine. Beca can play this game too. "Hope you can- "

"-can you feel that b-a-s-s bass." The way she cocks her hip makes Chloe's eyes bulge. Just for a second, but Beca catches it. "I like the way you move." Sees the way Chloe's eyes flick around Beca's body before returning to her face. "I like the way you move." How she chews her lip. "I love the-"

"-the time, on how I feel and what's on my mind." Beca almost chokes on the breath that catches in her throat. "It's you that I want to be in my life, and if it's possible you will be my wife." Beca's eyes dart, no one else seems to be having the same heart palpitations she's having. Stacie is grinning like a mental patient though. "I lead you in the right direction, of course. Never play you out, so there's no laws," And okay, it's still fine. If this is how Chloe wants to do this, she can play along. "I'll be your love daddy, just wait and see. That me and you, we-"

"-we livin' it and just givin' it to you for real. Baby, c'mon," channelling her inner Janet Jackson, Beca takes a bold step forward and wraps one arm loosely around Chloe's hips, pulling her in close, moving against her. "Every time, we crossin' the borderline. We givin' it to you, makin' you feel fine." She rolls their hips together and is sure she sees the whites of Chloe's eyes. "Turn the heat up." Around them, the Bellas have more or less coalesced into one team, adding to the same harmony and following Beca's lead. They dance around her and Chloe, but Beca doesn't really notice. "Better believe we gonna shine," Chloe's hands are stroking up her arms, "make your body wind," slipping over her shoulders and over the skin of her neck, "baby, the pleasure-" into her hair.

"Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly-" And then there are no more words. Beca tips her head forward and catches Chloe's lips in a kiss that rips away the memory of any song she might have used to try and stump her. She clutches at the redhead's hips, fingers pressing into bone as she parts her lips and Chloe licks into her mouth, slow and sure.

She doesn't realise the Bellas have stopped harmonizing until she hears Stacie shrieking and the sound makes her jerk away from Chloe's mouth. Chloe, who tries to follow after her like a puppy and reclaim her lips the instant she's away from them. Beca shoots a glance to her side, sees the Bellas all gathered in one spot, staring at the two of them and wearing various expressions that Beca knows will bring catcalls and comments. She doesn't say anything though. Not to them. Instead, she turns back to Chloe.

"You totally came in too late on that last line." She grins, Chloe's hands urging her closer.

"Shut up." She breathes, hot and dizzying, against Beca's lips.

"I win." Beca's vision swims and maybe she should be concerned with those dark spots. Maybe she's about to pass out. Or die.

"I think we both win this time."

But what a way to go.