A/N: Hello, readers! This is the semi-sequel to my first story, Dreams. I had a few ideas of what our favorite Bellas would be up to over summer and decided to let 'em out. Takes place over the course of the entire summer, no set timeline but I'm sure you'll get the idea. Read it, review it and I hope you like it.

Obviously, Pitch Perfect nor its characters belong to me, but I certainly wish they did.

Apologies for any errors, I wrote this rather quickly and just wanted to get it out there.

Introduction: Summertime

"Are we there yet? I'm starving," Stacie complained from the far back of the rented SUV.

"Thirty more minutes," Chloe informed politely, doubling checking with the GPS. A smile spread across her cheeks when she felt Beca reach for and hold her hand. The redhead, DJ, Stacie, Amy, Aubrey and Jessica decided a month into summer to take a road trip to Savannah and stay along the coast for a few days. They had arranged to stay in Stacie's aunt's summer home, a small, three bedroom beach house located only minutes from the shoreline. The other Bellas had gone home for the summer, leaving the remaining six to spend their days together.

Beca held Chloe's hand lightly, as she sat shotgun. She lifted the dark aviator sunglasses from her eyes, watching the scenery blur by. "We should get watermelon."

Fat Amy agreed from the back as well, "Oi, speaking of watermelon, did I ever tell you guys about that one time when-"

"You got high in a watermelon patch?" Jessica added, laughing next to Aubrey, both blondes seated in the middle.

"And you were convinced the Great Watermelon was going to reveal the universe's secrets?" Aubrey continued.

Stacie snorted, laughing hysterically as she recalled one of Amy's crazy stories. "But really, it was peyote instead of weed you smoked, making you hallucinate while your twin cousins-"

"Dressed up like a giant fucking watermelon to scare the shit out of you?" Beca finished, joining the rest of her friends in laughter. "Yeah, we remember that one, Amy."

"Aye, I was really scared that night. I still like watermelon, though. I ate it the whole next day. That peyote will fuck you up," Amy warned, chuckling to herself.

"Where the hell do you even get peyote in Australia? Isn't that like, a Native American thing?" Chloe chortled.

"Aboriginal peyote, much stronger," Amy confirmed. The gang rolled their eyes, listening to more of Amy's tales of her twin cousins and peyote incidents until they reached the beach house.

Pulling into the driveway, Chloe gasped. The house was immaculate. The girls were giddy with excitement as they unloaded their belongings into the quaint beach cottage. Stacie showed them to their rooms. Beca and Chloe obviously shared one room, Chloe tackling the DJ when she sat on the bed. Stacie pointed to an adjacent room, "Jess, Amy that one's yours," Stacie smiled. She turned on her heels to eye Aubrey. "You and I get the master," she winked.

"Ha-ha, very cute, Stacie," Aubrey deadpanned as she followed the leggy brunette into a bigger room. "Wow, this is super nice. I'll have to send your aunt a really nice thank you gift basket."

"Don't worry about that. My aunt kisses my ass ever since I found out she cheats on my uncle two years ago. She sends me the nicest gifts," Stacie shrugged off, putting her overnight bag on the dresser.

"That's blackmail!" Aubrey gasped.

"No, that's business. Come on, let's go to the deck."

A few hours later, after Chloe and Beca had ran to the store for food, the Bellas were relaxing on the deck while Amy and Jessica grilled some chicken and vegetables. They were enjoying pleasant conversation and the breeze of the cool ocean. As well as some margaritas, courtesy of the resident bartender, Stacie.

Beca contributed by cutting up some watermelon, serving it on a plastic tray. She flung a chuck at Amy, who flinched. "It's the Great Watermelon, he sends his warning."

"I've got the real food, don't be surprised if yours gets a nice glob of spit," Amy sneered, pretending to cough up some phlegm.

"Oh, gross, dude. Okay, I'm kidding!" Beca teased. She sat next to Chloe on the patio couch, letting the redhead snuggled into her side. Her and Aubrey were talking about her brother, Beca just listening. However, she couldn't help but stare when watermelon juice accidentally gushed from the fruit, down Chloe's chin and leaked all the way between her breasts. Chloe nonchalantly wiped it away with the back of her hand, not noticing Beca's gaze.

"Close your mouth, Mitchell," Stacie whispered in the DJ's ear as she brought out another round of drinks. Beca shot her a deer-in-the-headlights look, but then decided to flip her the bird instead.

Two hours later, the six ladies were as good as drunk. It was Amy's bright idea to bring Twister and currently five of the friends were tangled up on a plastic mat in the middle of the living room. Amy was calling out the moves from the couch, laughing hysterically as her friends tried to stay upright.

"Mitchell, your ass!" Aubrey whined, her face inches from Beca's butt.

Beca peeked behind her shoulder. "Why don't you kiss it while you're back there?" The room erupted into laughter while Aubrey shoved Beca, knocking the DJ into Stacie, who fell into the lap of Jessica leaving the blonde and Chloe remaining. "Cheater!" Beca cried, ready to tackle her former captain.

"Eh, I don't think there's rules against pushing," Amy said, giving the Twister box a glance.

"Whatever, I'm having another margarita," Beca shrugged off. "Watch your back, Posen."

"Bite me," the blonde replied, moving her right hand to a blue spot.

Stacie followed Beca into the kitchen, leaving the other four in the living room. "So, who will last longer, Aubrey or Chloe?"

"Chloe. She's really flexible... If you know what I mean," Beca said with a wink.

"Damn! Get it, girl!" Stacie laughed, pouring her and Beca shots of tequila.

Beca eyed the living room, Aubrey laughing as Chloe tried to maneuver around her long limbs. "Speaking of, how's it going between you and our favorite dictator?"

"Me and Brey? You know her and Uni are dating, right?" Stacie informed, her voice laced with annoyance.

"So? Look how Chloe and I started off. I was with Jesse. And she's not officially with Uni. They've been on a few dates," Beca corrected.

"Aubrey and I are friends. She's my best friend besides you. I'm not gonna screw that up just 'cause I wanna get in her pants," Stacie clarified, passing a shot glass to her DJ friend.

"No one said you have to get married."

"Beca Mitchell, are suggesting a one night stand?" Stacie replied with a coy smile.

"Your words, not mine," Beca slammed her shot back and Stacie did the same. They heard hollering from the living room, and looked up to see Aubrey flat on the ground and Chloe jumping for joy. "See? Flexible."

"I don't understand why you're getting so upset over nothing," Beca loudly complained into her cell phone. She had just finished lunch with Jesse and had barely stepped through the front door of her father's house before Chloe called her frantically.

"Uh, you've been lying to me? How's that not a big deal?"

"I did not lie to you! You knew I was trying to be friends with Jesse again!" Beca threw her bag onto the bed, pacing around the room.

"Omitting the truth counts as lying, Beca!"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I had to tell you every detail of my life, Chloe! We had lunch, big fuckin' deal!" Beca paused when she heard the front door open and shut abruptly. She was grateful her father offered to put her up for the summer, but living at his house meant little to no privacy... like right now. She could hear his heavy footfalls bound up the stairs and towards her room.

"I'm your girlfriend! You're supposed to tell me everything, including when you hang out with your stupid ex!"

"Yeah, my girlfriend, not my keeper!" Beca lowered her voice as her father's footsteps closed in. A hasty rapping on the door signaled his presence. "Now's not a good time, Dad!"

Dr. Mitchell ignored his daughter's request and barged into her room. "I say it is. We need to discuss your major." He held up an envelope addressed to Beca from the College of Music. "DJing is not a major, Becs!"

"First of all, it's music production and theory, and I'm minoring in business marketing! Second, can't you see I'm on the phone?!" Beca argued, snatching the envelope from her father's hand.

"Beca, are you even listening to me?!"

"No, unacceptable. You need to switch it around! Get your priorities straight!" Her father scoffed.

"Dad! I'm on the phone with Chloe!" Beca gestured to the door, hoping he would take the hint to leave. "Chloe, my dad is here, give me a sec!" Beca spoke into the mouthpiece.

"I'm coming over. I am not having this conversation over the goddamned phone!"

"Beca, off the phone, we need to talk!" Dr. Mitchell ordered.

The DJ started feeling a little warm. She could feel a thin layer of sweat starting to coat her forehead. "Everyone just shut up! Dad, I can't fight with you right now because I'm too busy fighting with fucking Chloe. You should really save your breath because I'm not changing my major and you're lucky I picked up a minor at all! Chloe, if you could pull your head out of your ass for one minute then I will meet you somewhere, so until then, bye!" Beca hung up the phone angrily, tossing it on her bed carelessly. She saw her dad still standing in the doorway."What?! Can't you take a hint?!"

Dr. Mitchell's expression softened as did his tone. "You and Chloe are fighting? About what?"

Beca let out a deep breath. Normally, she would have shoved her father out the door, slam it in his face, and block everything out with music. But considering her dad stopped haranguing her long enough to even bother to ask about Chloe meant he was trying. It was a pact they made if Beca agreed to stay with him: they would both try to be more open with each other. While Beca had to get used to Dr. Mitchell's incessant questioning and talking, he was pretty good at giving advice. "Jesse and I have been hanging out ever since summer started. I didn't tell Chloe because I knew she would freak out even though she said she was cool with it. Well, me and him-"

"He and I," Dr. Mitchell corrected. Beca narrowed her eyes. "Sorry, habit. Continue."

"He and I went to lunch, someone must have saw us and told Chloe 'cause she called me going crazy saying I was a liar and I have to tell her everything because I'm her girlfriend and I just don't see the big deal! It's Jesse. He hasn't tried anything and its been just like old times, you know?" Beca finished with a sigh.

Dr. Mitchell had a concerned expression on his face. "I would love to comment on that, but you're breaking out in hives."

Beca rolled her eyes and looked into her vanity mirror. Sure enough, there were pink blotches forming over her chest, face and shoulders. "Goddamn it!"

"This can't just be from Chloe and I yelling at you," Dr. Mitchell clarified, walking into his daughter's bathroom and returning with her anxiety medication. He had a white pill in his hand and a cup of water. "Take this, it will calm you down."

"I hate taking it!" Beca whined.

Dr. Mitchell felt her pulse on her neck which was bounding rapidly. "If you don't take it you might have an attack and you hate those more."

Beca shifted on the balls of her feet. She knew her father was right. She was getting that weird feeling she gets before she has an attack and groaned loudly. "Fine. I'll take the stupid pill." She took the medication and water from her father's hand and gulped it down quickly.

"Becs, I want you to take a cool shower and try to relax. I don't know what else is going on besides the Chloe thing but let me just say this. It was wrong of you to not tell her about Jesse. If it was some other boy, she would be over reacting. But it is your ex-boyfriend, regardless if whether he has feelings for you or not. You have to respect that Chloe would be concerned about his intentions-"

"He doesn't have any intentions! That's what I don't get! He's not going to try to be with me. We've talked about it before. He knows I wouldn't cheat on her," Beca huffed out.

"I know you wouldn't. And I'm sure she does too. That said, if Chloe said she was okay with your friendship with Jesse, she needs to abide by her words. You two just need to talk it out and if push comes to shove, it might boil down to Chloe and Jesse-"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what if Chloe isn't okay with you hanging out with Jesse? Your relationship with Chloe or your friendship with Jesse. Which is more important? Prioritize, Beca." Dr. Mitchell clapped his hands together and forced a tight smile. He reminded her to shower and then left.

Thirty minutes later, Beca stepped out of the shower. Her hives had almost gone away and she felt sort of hazy. Fuck, she hated taking meds. She wrapped a towel around her body and stepped into her room. "What are you doing here?"

"I told you I was coming over," Chloe replied. She sat criss cross on Beca's bed. "Your dad let me in." Beca just nodded, fumbling in her dresser for clothes. "He said you almost had a panic attack."

Beca let out a loud sigh. "It's not a big deal. I just broke out in stress hives, popped a Xanax. I'm cool."

"Beca!" Chloe's usual sweet smile was turned down into a sad frown. She stood and walked over to her girlfriend. She wrapped her arms around Beca's waist, laying her face on the DJ's back despite it being damp. She placed soft kisses on her shoulders. "I'm sorry..."

Beca let her body relax into Chloe's embrace. It was comforting. Beca had obviously gotten over Chloe's need to touch during their friendship, even finding herself wanting it. But now that Beca could really tap into those desires to be comforted and held, it was really... nice. She never knew how wonderful it could be to have that sort of affection. "Chlo... about the Jesse thing..."

Chloe groaned but kept her arms in place. "I just wish you would have told me."

Beca sighed loudly. "You said you were fine with it before. I don't get how that's changed. You know Jesse is important to me. Why are getting so jealous?"

Chloe stepped back. She put her hands on her hips. "Jealous? I think I have every right to be concerned when my girlfriend hangs out with her ex-boyfriend, and considering the what happened between you two-"

Beca whipped around. "Oh, you mean when I left him to be with you?"

"Don't do that. Don't turn this around where I'm the bad guy! Beca, he was in love with you! And yeah, I said I was okay with it but I thought you would at least have the decency to tell me you've rekindled your friendship. I may not be your 'keeper' but I am your girlfriend. We said we'd be honest with each other. That's how this is going to work." Chloe crossed her arms, awaiting for Beca's response.

"Honest? Okay, let's be honest. Do you honestly think I would cheat on you?" Beca knew it wasn't a good question to ask, partially because she was afraid of the answer. She wanted the redhead to trust her. She trusted Chloe. Completely. Beca hated the thought that she couldn't be trusted in the same way. And Chloe being silent certainly wasn't helping. "Dude, seriously? Thanks."

"I'm not saying you would do that to me... It's just... You did cheat on Jesse-"

"WITH YOU! I cheated on him and broke up with him for you! Jesus, ya know, you and Jesse have a lot more in common than either of you think."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Chloe said, hurt by her own words and Beca's.

"Let's see... You've both thought me to be a liar and cheater, there's that-"

"I never called you those things, Beca! He might have, but I didn't. I said you have been lying to me. There's a difference! No, I don't think you would cheat on me. At least I hope not. Beca, I love you and-"

"Don't do that. Don't stand there and tell me you love me when we are fighting. That's not fair." Beca ordered, slipping a shirt over her head. She hated when Chloe dropped the L bomb when they fought, which wasn't a lot. In fact, this was their first spat after they had gotten together before graduation.

Chloe took a deep breath. She grit her teeth together for a moment. "You really fucking suck sometimes, you know that?"

Beca just gawked at her. "I'm sorry, what?!"

"You suck! You freaking suck! This stupid fucking argument has gotten way off topic. I feel like I've done something wrong and I just... I'm sorry for yelling at you and making you get stress hives. But for future reference, you don't have to tell me every detail of your life, but I want to hear them. I want you to want to tell me you're hanging out with Jesse. Yes, I get jealous over him. And maybe it's because part of me misses the friendship part of our relationship, and maybe the other part just hates how he treated you. I'm not going to try and fool you, I can be a jealous person at times."

Beca rubbed the back of her neck. It made sense. There were certain dynamics that had changed between them, but Beca wasn't aware that it was an issue. She liked being Chloe's girlfriend way more than just her friend. It felt right. It felt better. "I don't care that you're a jealous person per se... I just want you to know you don't have to be. You don't have to worry about me and Jesse. It's not like that. He and I have talked many times about our friendship and it's just not like that anymore. Chloe... I'm sorry that I suck. I'm getting used to this whole relationship thing, too. And... I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jesse in the first place. You... are right. I should tell you those kinds of things. And the stress hives aren't that big of a deal, either." Beca forced a small smile, letting the older girl know she was okay.

"I know you don't like taking that medicine, though."

"'Cause it makes me feel numb and sleepy." Beca said, putting on a pair of sleep shorts and pulling her towel out from under her clothes. She shook her hair, watching the water dot the carpet

"I don't want to fight anymore," Chloe said softly. Her expression still looked hurt and sad.

"Then let's stop. You said you were sorry and so did I. So unless there's something else bugging you, let's just stop." Beca offered.

Chloe paused, thinking. "No, I think that's about it."

"Then come here," Beca opened her arms. Chloe instinctively dove into them, snuggling in the crook of Beca's neck. "I love you," Beca whispered into Chloe's ear, kissing her head.

"I love you, baby," Chloe replied, kissing Beca's neck.

"Baby? Ooh, how precious," Beca mocked.

"Sugar? Sweetie pie? Honey? Take your pick," Chloe chuckled.

"Where's your nickname?" Beca asked, slowly walking them to the bed. When Chloe's legs met the edge of the bed, Beca pushed her onto it, climbing on top of her. She trailed kisses up Chloe's neck, the redhead giggling beneath her. "I need something good to embarrass you by in public."

"So my nicknames are embarrassing, dollface?" The redhead slung her arms around her girlfriend's neck causing their noses to touch. Beca kisses Chloe's cheeks and finally her lips, soft and chaste.

"Dollface? Who are you?" Beca laughed loudly.

"I'm testing new ones." Chloe forced their lips together, smiling as she tasted Beca's lips and felt her tongue with her own. She broke their kiss when she felt Beca's hands trail under her shirt. "Becs, stop..."

Beca nipped at Chloe's neck, alternating between kissing and biting. "Why not?"

"Your dad's downstairs and I don't think he would appreciate me doing dirty things to you in his house," Chloe whined, getting more hot and bothered by the second.

"But I want make up sex..."

"Beca!"

"What? Come on, Beale. Be a rebel for once, it's fun!" Beca was on her hands and knees, hovering over the redhead. She winked, and pressed a chaste kiss to Chloe's lips before removing her shirt revealing her perfectly shaped breasts. She didn't need to say another word before Chloe was attacking her with kisses and groping every inch of her skin. Beca brought Chloe's eyes to her own, smirking. "I knew you had a rebellious side in you."

Beca sipped on her iced tea, floor plans placed in front of her on the table. She bit the inside of her cheek. She thought finding a place for next year would be easier than this. "Personally, I dig the first place we saw. It's cheap, it's close to campus-"

"It's close to Chloe's, you mean," Amy corrected, adding a wink.

"That's just another benefit," Beca stated. However, living closer to Chloe would make things so much easier.

"I kinda agree with you, Beca. And it's fully furnished and we would only play electricity and rent," Stacie reasoned, taking the lid off her cup to eat the ice.

Amy tapped her finger against her chin, deciding if she agreed with her future roommates. She glanced at the floor plan again, "Who would get the master?"

"I've got the most clothes, and that one has the biggest closet," Stacie said.

"I've got my DJ equipment!" Beca countered.

"Calm down, ladies. Alright, coin toss. Stace, call it." Stacie called heads, leaving tails for Beca. Amy flipped the coin and it landed heads up.

"Ha! Master's mine. How do you guys feel about installing a stripper pole?" Stacie thought aloud.

"No way! You get the master, but no stripper pole!" Beca groaned, knowing her friend was probably serious. She directed her attention to the Aussie. "So, does this mean you'll go for this one?"

"I dig it, too. I like that it had a nice back patio... Good for parties!" Amy grinned. "I'll call the landlord, you bitches get me another tea." Amy got up and stepped outside the coffee hut.

Beca tapped her fingers on the table, her mind drifting to a new mix she was working on. From the corner of her eye, she saw Stacie's lips turn into a big smile and her eyes fixated on her phone. "Who are you texting?"

"Aubrey. We're supposed to catch a movie tonight," Stacie said, removing the smile from her face.

"A movie date? How cliche," Beca said sarcastically.

"Shut up. It's not a date, we're friends, just like you and I," Stacie narrowed her eyes.

"Chloe and I were friends too and we all know how that ended," Beca flicked a sugar packet at the tall brunette.

"Yeah? Well, this is different," Stacie sassed, flicking the sugar packet back.

Beca paused, and leaned across the table. She stared at Stacie, and smirked again. "Is it?"

Chloe fumbled with her gym bag, trying to shove her water bottle inside and locate her keys when she bumped into another person. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"Nah, it's my bad," a familiar voice said kindly.

She looked up. The dark brown hair and those big chocolate eyes. Jesse. She stuttered, trying to say something between a goodbye and a hello but Jesse caught her arm as she attempted to move past him. "I've gotta go," she spat.

"I know, just a sec." Jesse reached forward and touched her hair. She flinched away, a disgusted look on her face. He held up a dried up leaf in front of her face which she smacked away. "Wouldn't wanna be walking around with that all day."

"Thanks." She went to turn but he grabbed her arm again. "Jesse, I should let you know now I really don't want you touching me, no matter the reason," she said dryly, yanking her arm away.

"Fine," he held his hands up, settling them on his hips. "Look, Chloe, I want to apologize-"

"For what?"

"Beca told me you and her got into a fight because she didn't say anything about her and I hanging out-"

"Beca already apologized, in more than one way," Chloe smiled sweetly.

Jesse rolled his eyes, "Yeah, whatever. I felt bad too, so I just wanted to clear the air. I do not have any romantic feelings towards Beca. I care about her as a friend, and that's it. She's my bud. And I'm not saying you and I have to be BFFs or whatever-"

"BFFs?"

"We don't have to be friends, but this is a small campus. For Beca's sake, I'm going to be cordial to you, and I'm asking you do the same." Jesse hitched his gym bag up higher on his shoulder, a pleading and sincere look on his face.

"Since when did you start working out?" Chloe inquired, noting that Jesse looked a little leaner.

"Since Beca and I broke up. A distraction of sorts, but I'm kinda into it now." The brunette boy smiled.

Chloe gave him a once over and shrugged her shoulders. "See ya 'round," she muttered as she skipped off to her car. Jesse knew it wasn't a 'yes' to his offer, but it also wasn't a 'no'. And in his book, that was good enough.

"And Chloe's parents know people at Interscope Records in LA, so chances of me getting an internship only increase. Dad, this is a really good program. Not everyone gets this opportunity." Beca was seated at the kitchen table, her father across from her. His eyes darted back and forth over the paperwork the College of Music had sent over and the recommendations from her advisor.

Dr. Mitchell shook his head. "There's no guarantee here, Becs! It's all chance!"

"Okay, please! If I majored in English or whatever the hell you majored in, there's no guarantee either! It's not chance, it's talent and drive, both of which I have. People don't make it in this industry based on luck, I'm willing to work for this. I'm willing to network, and play gigs, and really know how to produce and construct music. This is what I want to do with my life!" Beca raised her voice, completely frustrated.

"Beca, honey, it's not that I don't believe in you. I know you're talented. I've known you were talented since we bought you a keyboard at the age of four and you managed to learn to read music before you would read words. Every day hundreds of youths filter into LA looking to make it big, and every day hundreds are stuck bussing tables for five dollars an hour. I don't want you to struggle!"

"Dad, it's life. I'm going to struggle. Whether it's struggling to make it in the industry or struggling to stay awake in Philosophy 101. I can do this. I can make this happen for myself. This," Beca tapped the College of Music pamphlets in her father's hands, "is the most 'academic' way to go about it. I can get a degree like you want and do what I love."

Dr. Mitchell glanced between the pamphlets and his daughter's face. He had seen this look before. It was the same glint in her eye from when she was four years old and in a music shop begging him to buy her a keyboard. The look of determination. He had seen the look each time Beca proposed a new musical endeavor from learning to play the ukulele to sending her to a musical theater camp. Each time Dr. Mitchell had tried to reason with a young Beca to stick with one thing, she was always onto the next, finding the previous endeavor already mastered and easy. It wasn't until she discovered DJing in high school that she stopped seeking other forms of musical expression. So far, Dr. Mitchell was only grateful for buying all the expensive DJ equipment because it had helped Beca tremendously with her anxiety. He ran over the last year in his mind. Beca had managed to come out of her shell, be apart of a group and take that group to the furthest extent she could. She had gotten herself a job, and done well in all her classes. He smiled to himself. She was right. She could do this.

"As long as you keep your business marketing minor and stick with the good grades, then I'm good with the rest, Becs." Dr. Mitchell couldn't help but feel a slight lump in his throat at how big Beca's smile had gotten and how tightly she squeezed when she hugged him. As he hugged her back, he kissed her head. "You're right, you can do this."

Beca blew bubbles with her gum as she tossed a tennis ball in the air. She was laying on Chloe's bed, lounging around like usual. The redhead was on the phone, talking to her mother.

"Yes, the orientation's the following Monday, and then classes officially start Wednesday," Chloe was pacing her room, growing more annoyed by the minute. How many times did she have to tell her parents info about grad school before they would remember it? "Mom, no, I'm not wearing a suit... This isn't the 1960s. I don't have to wear a suit to school... I don't know, I'll look nice, okay?" She shot Beca a glare when the DJ laughed. "Yeah, I know. Okay, Mom, I've gotta go. Aubrey needs my help... Yup, gotcha. Okay, talk to you later... Yes, I know. Okay... Bye, love you!" Chloe huffed out, tossing her phone on the bed. "She is insane! A suit on the first day? That's so-"

"Nerdy? I think you should go for it. It will suit you," Beca laughed causing the redhead to pout. "Awh, come on, babe." Beca patted the spot next to her. Her girlfriend joined her, and laid her head on Beca's stomach. The DJ linked their hands together, using her free hand to play with Chloe's hair. They both looked at each other when they heard a fit of giggles traveling up the stairs. Chloe's door burst open and Amy, Aubrey, Stacie and Jessica tumbled in. "What if we were in the nude?!" Beca exclaimed, sitting up and pulling Chloe close to her.

"GROSS, MITCHELL!" Aubrey laughed out hysterically. She skipped to the bed and tackled Chloe, and consequently Beca. Suddenly, Beca felt more weight as Stacie joined on the dog pile.

"Oh, my god. Get off, you're squishing me!" Beca pleaded, only receiving laughter from the two intruding friends.

"Chloeeee... Your hair smells sooooo good," Aubrey giggled, sending the other Bellas into giggles as well. Aubrey wedged herself into the crook of Chloe's neck. Stacie stood up and moved to another part of the bed. Amy and Jessica squeezing onto the bean bag chair Beca forced Chloe to buy earlier that summer.

"Brey, are you drunk?" Chloe asked, trying to move herself and Aubrey off Beca who looked annoyed yet entertained. Aubrey shook her head and laughter filled the air again. "You guys are so drunk!"

"Geez, Aubrey, it's barely two in the afternoon," Beca teased, jabbing the blonde in the side.

Aubrey yelped and rolled off of Chloe to sit up. "I haven't had once ounce of alcohol all day."

Beca leaned over to Stacie, who was closest to her. She yanked Stacie's arm, forcing the brunette closer to her. "Ooh, Beca, I didn't know you liked it rough," Stacie flirted only to receive a warning look from Chloe. "I'm kidding!" She quickly recovered.

Beca stared deep into Stacie's eyes. "You're high! You're fucking high!" Now, Beca was the one laughing hysterically.

Chloe smacked Aubrey. "Brey! What did you take?!"

"Oi, relax chicas!" Amy called from the corner. Jessica was now on the ground playing Temple Run 2. "My second cousin, thrice removed from me mum's side sent me the best hash brownies money can buy."

"You had your cousin send you pot brownies in the mail? That's a federal offense!" Chloe groaned.

"Nah, it's cool. One time thing. See, he was growin' in Cali but then he embezzled money from my uncle and so now he's gonna serve time. So, he had to close down his shop and sent me a few goodies via messenger. Not in the mail."

Now, Aubrey cackled out. "It was a singing telegram but with weed!" Chloe rolled her eyes, but Beca couldn't help but laugh along.

"We've got more if you're interested," Stacie offered. Beca nodded her head but the redhead pinched her side.

"Oh, come on, Chloe. It's just weed," Beca reasoned. Stacie pulled a smashed brownie in saran wrap from her purse, waving it tauntingly in front of Beca's face.

"Come on, Chloe, please! For me! I started my internship in two weeks and we need to live while we can," Aubrey pleaded, pulling on the ginger's hand. The rest of the Bellas started corralling as well, hollering and pleading Chloe and Beca to eat just a little bit.

Chloe shared a look with Beca, internally debating if she should just say 'screw it' and eat the brownie or stick to her guns. A mischievous grin made its way across her girlfriend's face, and the usual glimmer in her eye got a little darker. "It'll keep you young, babe."

The ginger rolled her eyes, and snatched a part of the brownie from Stacie's hand, shoving the whole thing in her mouth. "This tastes horrible!" She said in between bites. Beca tried holding back her laughter as she ate a chunk too.

"But it feels aca-amazing," Aubrey sighed, curling up to Chloe. Suddenly, she shot up, a huge grin on her face. "Let's order pizza!"

"And cue the munchies," Beca teased, throwing a pillow at Aubrey. She fortunately had the best local pizza place on speed dial. She kissed Chloe sweetly on the cheek before dialing, knowing what this impromtu party needed: pepperoni and Hawaiian pizza with extra pineapple and sides of ranch.

"Oh! Hi, Dr. Mitchell, is Beca home? I called her but she hasn't been answering," Chloe said gently as Dr. Mitchell opened his front door.

He gestured her in immediately. "Yeah, she's home. Upstairs. How are you?" he whispered.

"I'm good, and yourself?" She whispered back.

"Good, my summer class at the community college is almost over, so that's a relief!" The older man whispered again.

"Why are we whispering?" Chloe asked, confusion clear on her face.

Dr. Mitchell matched her expression, but then clued in. "Ah, she's recording. She prefers silence since we don't have a 'proper' recording studio." Dr. Mitchell used his index finger to point in the direction of the stairs, smiling as he did so. "Probably why she didn't answer your phone calls."

Chloe peered upstairs and could now make out what sounded like singing and some sort of stringed instrument. Chloe knew the tune, she couldn't place her finger on it but it was recognizable.

"Landslide, Fleetwood Mac," Dr. Mitchell said softly.

"I love that song!" Chloe said loudly and excitedly. Dr. Mitchell brought his finger to his lips, reminding the redhead to keep it down. "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I come back later?"

Dr. Mitchell sighed and smiled. "No. Stay. Beca... she rarely lets people hear her do stuff like this. Personally, it's what I think she does best versus that DJ stuff. But, she used to do this a lot when she was younger. Play and sing in her room and her mom and I would just listen from a distance," Dr. Mitchell reminisced. He broke from thought and gestured to the stairs. "Go on, sneak up on her. It's been a long time since she's picked up her uke."

"Her what?" Chloe started up the stairs quietly, turning to ask her question.

"You'll see." Dr. Mitchell returned the living room, happily sitting in the bay window and reading the paper. Chloe was happy Beca and her father were getting along. She needed it and seemingly, he did too.

Chloe crept up the wooden stairs, doing her best not to disturb the peace. Once at the top, she paused listening to Beca's voice. It was extremely smooth and magnetic. As usual. As she thought about it, it had actually been a while since she heard Beca sing. Well, not intoxicated anyway. She got closer to Beca's bedroom, the door cracked giving Chloe a visual of Beca at her desk.

Closer now, Chloe saw the tiny brunette had her computer up, along with her mixing board, a keyboard and something else in her hands. The ginger squinted and almost squealed in delight when she noticed it was a dark green ukulele. Beca Badass DJ Mitchell plays the fucking ukulele! Inner Chloe shouted. She couldn't help but adore the irony of the situation.

Beca was in the middle of the chorus, when she let out a sneeze. "Shit!" She exclaimed. She had been working on this song all day, getting the cords right for the ukulele and her voice to mimic Stevie Nicks' as much as possible. Or at least do Stevie justice... as much as she could with a ukulele. This was the fourth attempt in recording Landslide but each recording kept getting interrupted or didn't sound good enough. She turned when she heard a light tapping on the door. "Yes, Dad? Oh, uh..."

"You play the ukulele?" Chloe asked, her smile too big for her face as she stepped into the room.

"If you tell anyone, I will end you," Beca deadpanned.

"BECA. That is the cutest thing I've ever seen and heard! Play for me! Will you?" Chloe begged, skipping to Beca and planting a kiss on her lips.

"It's not cute! It's a real instrument!" Beca defended, waving her uke in the air.

"Please, please, PLEASE, play for me?" Chloe begged.

"What are you willing to do for it? I don't really play for anyone..."

"ANYTHING. I'll do anything," Chloe answered, perching herself half on Beca's lap.

Beca flashed her a wink and slapped her ass. "Anything, eh?"

Chloe leaned close, took Beca's hand and placed it on her breast. "Yes, anything. And I know, your dad said you haven't done this in a while. How come? And why didn't you tell me you played a mini guitar and liked singing Fleetwood Mac during your spare time?"

Beca squeezed Chloe's breast teasingly, kissing her neck. "First, it's a ukulele. Second... I don't know. It's just not something I share with people. My one secret and you found it out, you sneak."

"Come on, Becs. Really! What's up with all this?" Chloe pried.

Beca settled her arm around Chloe's waist, her other hand still clutching the uke. She sighed. "I begged my dad to get me lessons for the ukulele after learning quickly those huge, badass electric guitars were too big for me. I was seven. He did, and I would play for him and my mom... I guess, it's just been a private thing for me. But, lucky for you, I love you so much that I'm willing to show you my skills." Beca kissed her girlfriend's cheek and Chloe hopped off to sit on the DJ's bed.

Beca cracked her knuckles and brought the ukulele close. She strummed a couple times, getting the feel of the instrument for the fiftieth time that day. She looked up when Chloe spoke her name. "Yeah?"

"Thank you... for sharing this. You don't have to, you know?" Chloe said, a loving look on her face.

"I like making you smile," Beca answered. "But, one condition. You know this song?" Chloe nodded her head. "Sing with me, okay?" The ginger nodded eagerly at the chance to sing with Beca again. "Good, I'll tell you when."

Beca picked the strings, letting the tune fill the air between them. She took a deep breath before beginning strongly.

Took this love and I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
Till the landslide brought me down

Beca stared into Chloe's bright blue eyes, and couldn't help but smile. She knew the year was about to begin, and their relaxed summertime lives would soon be hectic with classes and other responsibilities. For Beca, it was Bellas rehearsals, assuming she could find two awesome replacements, and continuing work at the station. For Chloe, her orientation was a couple days away and the DJ was well aware of how busy her girlfriend would be with a rigorous schedule. Beca continued to sing.

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
And can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Oh oh I don't know, oh I don't know

Beca wasn't a religious type, but each night before she slept, she prayed and wished everything would remain the same between her and Chloe. They had had their speed bumps, only having one or two spats over the summer, yet their love grew stronger each day. Beca never tired of Chloe's company, her smile, her laughter and her touch. She had only grown accustomed to wanting more. Beca kept strumming and nodded, signalling Chloe to chime in.

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older, I'm getting older too
Yes I'm getting older too, so

Chloe's soft voice accompanied Beca's so perfectly, it sounded like one yet sounded like two. Beca couldn't figure out how two people's voices, two very different voices from two very different people, could fit together to magically. The brunette's heart beat harder with every note Chloe sang. You never would have guessed the ginger had node surgery or that either of them hadn't truly sang in about a month. She nodded, gesturing for Chloe to continue their duet.

I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I, I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too oh yes
I'm getting older too

Beca nodded her head to the beat, strumming expertly. She nodded again, adding a wink for encouragement. But, this time when Chloe sang, Beca let her take on the next part solo. Chloe seemed to pick up on the cue and stuck it out, despite feeling weirdly nervous, but in a good way. She had never sang like this before. It was such a private and intimate moment for the couple, and Chloe never wanted it to end.

So, take this love, take it down
Oh if you climb a mountain and you turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down, down
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Beca sang out the last few bars with Chloe, tapping her foot to the beat and loving how their voices sounded together.

Well maybe the landslide will bring you down
Well well, the landslide will bring you down

"Beca, that was amazing," Chloe sighed, in a daze from what just occurred. Beca took a sip out of her water bottle, and put her ukulele on her desk. She spun around in her desk chair and tapped a couple keys on her Mac. A devilish grin formed on her face. "What?" Chloe asked, getting up to peer over her girlfriend's shoulder.

"Congrats, you just recorded your first song!" Beca chuckled showing Chloe that she had kept recording since the ginger came into the room. "I forgot to stop it after I sneezed, and it just kept going. I'll edit and cut it up so it will be just the song. It sounded perfect, Chlo. Your voice was just what I needed."

Chloe couldn't help but smile. Beca always made her smile. Always. "As long as you send me a copy, babe." She kissed Beca's cheek, and her shoulder. She forced the younger girl to turn around as she straddled her. "It felt good to sing with you again. I don't think I've ever loved you as much as I do right now."

Beca couldn't stop the blush rising to her cheeks even if she wanted to. She always blushed when Chloe said sweet things to her, mostly because no one ever said the things Chloe said to her before. "I missed singing with you. I'm gonna miss seeing you all day everyday when school starts."

Chloe looped her arms around Beca's neck and pulled her in close. "I don't want you to worry about that. I'm gonna make time for you, always will. It's not going to be much different, I promise. Okay?"

Beca sighed, smiled. She brought Chloe closer again, their noses touching. She kissed Chloe's lips softly a few times, nuzzling against her. "I promise, too, Chlo Bear. I love you."

"Chlo Bear? I like that one, Mitchell." Chloe beamed, giggling at the new nickname.

"I've been working on it for a while," Beca joked. "Should we give our duet a listen? I'll show you how I edit and cut it."

Chloe couldn't be happier than in this moment. She had shared something with the DJ that most people never even saw or heard before. Each day, Beca Mitchell let Chloe in more and more. It was an achievement to be so involved with Beca's life, so welcomed into a part of Beca no one else had the opportunity or privilege to witness. "I'd love that, Becs."

A/N: Cute and fluffy intro. Not sure if I want to continue. I've sure got ideas, but getting them out is the hard part, right? If I were to continue, it would dive right into Beca's, Chloe's, Aubrey's, and the rest of the gang's first week of school and work. Plus, there are some secrets that haven't been totally revealed about what happened over summer between some of our characters and of course, there's the drama. My favorite part. Anyway, REVIEWREVIEWREVIEW. Did I mention you should review? THANK YOU!