A/N Well here's my second ever little storyette, inspired by a scenario that popped into my head while taking my loyal hound out for a midnight walk. Hope you like
"Hey, thanks for taking me Beca, it was brilliant!" gushed Emily as they got to the door of the Bellas House and stepped inside.
They'd just both been to see Theory of a Deadman down in Atlanta, having borrowed Stacie's car and as it was late, Emily was going to crash at the house instead of her dorm back at Baker.
"Yeah it was pretty cool wasn't it?" replied Beca as she closed the door behind them. "I think 'Hurricane' is my favourite song, but y'know 'Bitch came back' is pretty catchy too.
"I think Lowlife has to be mine, I mean that baseline intro... I'm sure you could work that into a super awesome mix.." gushed Emily, still high on seeing her favourite band. The two girls had still not made it out of the hallway when suddenly Emily threw her arms around Beca into a crushing hug, smooshing Beca's soft ample breasts against her own modest bosom. Beca hugged her back with equal gusto, a smile creasing her face, unaware of the look of bliss on the younger girl's face as she smiled wide into Beca's fruity-smelling hair.
The young freshman broke the hug, but not the hold, grasping beca's forearms as she pushed away to look into her Captain's eyes, her own hazel eyes glinting as she took her lower lip between her teeth for a second, then leaned in to graze the shorter brunette's lips with her own. Beca almost allowed herself to kiss back until she felt Emily's tongue dip out to caress the seam of her own lips seeking entrance..
"Dude! No!" Beca pushed Emily away from her, feeling panicked, "You do know I'm with Chloe, right?"
"Oh. My. God." Emily's face was a vignette frozen in horror, her eyes wide open in total dumbstruck embarrassment, fear and well, just downright terror. A tear was slowly making its way down her perfectly made-up cheek. "Shit! Shit! Shit! I am so sorry!" she exclaimed, wrenching herself free and grabbing for the door.
Before Beca knew what was happening, Emily was out of the door, and slamming it behind her, tears now freely streaming from her glistening eyes as she began to race away.
"Oh hi Legacy, how wa…" was all Stacie could get out as she walked towards the door with her keys in her hand before they were unceremoniously smashed out of her hand by the running girl. Stacie was shocked for a second, before it registered that there were tears streaming down the younger girl's face. She looked up at the door to see Beca standing in the open portal, her mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish. Stacie rushed up to her , grabbing the shorter Bella's shirt in her fists and demanding, " What did you do to her?!"
Beca just stood there blinking, "I.."
Stacie turned and saw Emily turn the corner and disappear. With one last glance at Beca, she release her hold and shouted, "Emily, wait!" She turned and started running after the younger brunette. "Oh damn these heels!" she cursed, as she paused momentarily to kick the offending shoes off onto the lawn before sprinting after the retreating freshman.
"Emily! Emily!" she coughed. "Emily wait! Oh my god!" This vertical running thing wasn't good.
She'd got to the end of the street when she saw Emily leaning against a lamppost with her face in her hands, obviously sobbing.
"Emily, Emily! Seriously, all the extra cardio work is obviously working, but if you're going to take off like that, I'm going to need warning.
"These girls," she puffed, grabbing both her breasts in her hands for emphasis,"need a lot more restraint if I'm going to be running"
"I didn't ask you to run after me," smirked Emily, despite herself, now looking up from between her hands, tear tracks running through the foundation on her cheeks.
"What happened honey?" Stacie questioned, taking hold of the younger girl's hands gently.
"What did Beca do to you?"
"She didn't do anything Stacie. It was me. I fucked up."
Stacie was surprised to hear Emily curse and raised her eyebrows questioningly, silently encouraging her to continue. The younger girl sighed, and reached up to wipe her tears from her eyes, her hands brushing against Stacie's own as the Senior reached up to brush away the tears with the pads of her thumbs. Emily jumped at the contact, snatching her hands away, to lock them stiffly at her sides. Stacie smiled sympathetically, reaching down to take the hazel-eyed brunette's hands and giving them an encouraging squeeze.
With another sigh and a half-sob Emily started, "You know I have like, this serious crush on Beca, right?"
Stacie smiled ruefully and nodded.
"Oh Stacie, I'd had such a great time with Beca and when we came back we were just talking so excitedly about the gig and I grabbed her in a hug. She hugged me back and it felt so good, so when I pulled back to look her in her eyes, Oh god she looked so gorgeous I just leant in there and kissed her, before I knew what I was doing."
"Oh honey," began Stacie, pulling Emily into a hug of her own.
"Yeah, I know," breathed Emily, trying to choke down another sob and holding her older friend tight. "That's when she pushed me away and asked me if I knew she was with Chloe. I just, God, I was just terrified and so, so embarrassed, and I ran."
Stacie soothingly ran her hands up and down the freshman's back. "It's a bitch I know."
Emily hummed a gentle affirmative before quietly adding, "I'm sorry I knocked into you."
"That's OK. I'm glad you did. I'd hate for you to have run off alone.
Normally Stacie would have taken advantage of a hot brunette crying on her shoulder and would have seized the opportunity of a bit of naked comforting, but Emily was different. Emily was like the younger sister Stacie wished she'd always had, someone to look out for, someone to be there for when they came back to their shared room, sobbing their broken heart out after their latest loser boyfriend had hurt her, someone to be there for. Well she was there for Emily now. She was there.
"Come on, I'll walk you back to your Dorm," she said, taking out her cell and swiping to Beca's contact info. She deftly typed out her message with her thumb, keeping the screen discretely away from Emily's eyes..
Legs: Sorry for snapping you out earlier. I found Legacy. Don't worry, I got this xoxo
Emily looked down.
"What happened to your shoes?"…
A/N2 I've left this open for a possible continuation, but I think it works best left there, don't you think?