Chloe's Ex

"Who the hell are these people again?" Stacie asked with her arms crossed, staring at her fellow Bellas on the escalator. They had already scouted the downstairs of the car show for any sign of their competition, but found nothing, so they decided to go to the second floor where they would be performing.

Chloe tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned to look at the busty brunette who had dyed her hair dirty blonde. "They're the German team that won World's last year," she stated with an almost icy voice.

Fat Amy's face scrunched up, her gaze going to the redhead, "I thought they won the past few years?"

"Like that's a big deal," Chloe scoffed, turning her attention to her girlfriend who had been silent the whole time.

"Chloe," Stacie piped up, "It is a big deal. This is all you've been talking about for-"

"They are just some German team! We are going to scout them out, figure out our routine, and then we are going to hand their asses to them," the co-leader rushed out. She turned back around and laced her fingers through Beca's, her other hand nervously rotating her coffee cup.

Stacie and Amy gave each other a look, both moving a step down so that they could speak without being overheard by their captains. They stared at Chloe, moving their heads together as Stacie whispered, "She seems really on-edge for someone who's getting laid."

"Ever since she heard about the German invasion she has been more nervous that the Brits when they heard about the German invasion," Amy muttered back.

"Maybe she needs to have more sex," the taller one offered as a solution.

"First things first, Boob Master, those two don't need anymore toner-handling. They already go at it like dingoes in heat. Second, do you think of anything else?" Amy asked incredulously, thinking back over the last four years.

"Of course I do, I'm about to get my degree in- Oh my god!" Stacie cried out, jumping off the escalator and running as fast as she could to a red car. She began to rub herself on it, only stopping when Chloe yelled at her to follow the rest of them.

"Chlo," Beca gave her girlfriend's hand a light squeeze to get her attention, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course I am! I am perfect! Nothing wrong here!" Chloe said quickly, pulling the brunette along to one of the tables set up where the stage was.

"Are you sure? You seem… Anxious?" Beca said, not sure of her wording. "Well, more anxious than usual."

"I'm fine," Chloe assured, forcing a smile.

The DJ raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend of nearly two years, knowing that something was wrong. She knew that Chloe would eventually tell her what was going on, so for now she leaned against the table with her left arm while the other wrapped around the gorgeous redhead's midsection. Chloe's hands gripped the one that was on her stomach, her body naturally relaxing some as she leaned into the embrace. Beca kissed the girl's cheek, Chloe's head turning to capture her lips in a sweet, brief kiss before turning back to the stage.

"Hey, Jess?" Stacie asked the blonde next to her.

"Yeah?" Both Jessica and Ashley turned and asked at the same time, giving each other a confused look before paying attention to their friend.

Stacie raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows at the incident, but shook her head quickly to recover. "You and Chloe are really close, right?"

"I'd definitely think so," Jessica laughed. Besides her girlfriend and Aubrey, Jessica was Chloe's best friend.

"Do you know what's up with her today?" she questioned. Fat Amy must have overheard because she slid in next to Stacie, awaiting an answer.

Jessica's face fell slightly, her eyes looking back at the stage. "I think that's something she should tell you all about." The blonde turned away and began to speak with Ashley, ignoring that conversation had even happened.

"That little cupcake knows what's going down in Strawberry Shortcake's pretty head," Amy stated.

"Maybe we can interrogate her," Stacie threw in.

Before either of them could ambush Jessica, the cars that were on the stage moved backwards out of the way and the lights began to flicker and dim.

"Oh my god, did you see that!?" the Bellas blurted out.

Chloe sighed, "The cars moved, nothing to worry about."

Beca rested her head on her girlfriend's shoulder, whispering in her ear, "Hey, I know I already-"

"I'm okay, Beca," Chloe laughed, but it wasn't her usual care-free one. "I promise."

"Okay, Red," the DJ breathed, kissing her girlfriend just below the ear.

Suddenly, the screens on the stage went fuzzy before turning black and being replaced by a video of a blonde woman with her hair pulled back into perfect bun. Beca felt Chloe stiffen beneath her touch. On instinct, she pulled her closer and wrapped her other arm around the redhead, rubbing circles into her delicate hand with her thumb.

The woman on the screen was rotating as she spokewith a German accent, "We are- We are Das Sound Machine. A German collective operating in concert to create sonic- sonic mastery. What better way to appreciate automotive perfection?"

Her image disappeared from the screens and Chloe quickly turned her head to look at Beca, a look of guilt and worry in her cerulean blue eyes. "Becs, I really need to tell you something."

"What is it?" the brunette asked, gripping her girlfriend tighter at the sound of her worried tone.

"I used to-" she began, but seemingly changed her mind at the last minute, "I'll tell you after." She turned back to the performance that had just started.

Beca stood in confusion for a brief second before the music brought her out of it, but it didn't stop the awful feeling she had in her gut.

The German team was singing Uprising by Muse, followed by some very well practiced coreography. Beca paid attention of their impressive beat-boxer, making a mental note to speak to Lily later. A very ripped, fairly attractive man walked forward, continuing the original song with his accent.

Paranoia is in bloom

The PR transmissions will resume

Even more of their team walked out in their black uniforms, their voices sounding almost like angels, but none of the Bellas were going to admit that.

They try to push drugs and keep us all dumbed down

In hopes that we will never see the truth around

Come on!

Another voice chimed in, the spotlight falling onto the blonde woman from earlier in the background. Chloe took in a sharp breath and said, "Oh my god." All the Bellas turned at her outburst, seeing her eyes widen as she pulled Beca even closer around her.

Another promise, another seed

Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed

Another green belt wrapped around our minds

And endless red tape to keep the truth confined

Das Sound Machine continued to dance while they took a break from the main lyrics. Most of the Bellas were now transfixed by the performance, but Stacie and Amy were watching Chloe's stone cold expression as she observed them.

Come on!

They will not force us!

They will stop degrading us!

They… Will… Not…

Victorious!

Come on!

A few of the Bellas awkwardly clapped, stopping once they felt the icy glare they received from their redheaded captain. Chloe pulled out of Beca's embrace, keeping a hold on her hands as she dragged her away from the rest of their group.

"You needed to tell me something?" Beca asked once they were a few feet away, unaware that two of their friends were watching them heavily.

"Okay, so you remember after Finals your freshman year?" Chloe checked quickly, a look of worry still in her eyes.

"Yeah," the DJ responded with some skepticism, looking down at their still interlocked fingers.

"You were with Jesse and I had dumped Tom a long time ago, but I kept talking about this other person that I had started seeing," she continued, prompting Beca to confirm that she remembered her sophomore year of college.

"I remember," she slowly responded. "I also remember that you talking about them made me jealous and angry as hell, which is how I realized that I didn't belong with Jesse."

Chloe smiled at the words, yet they didn't seem to derail what was happening. "Well, that particular ex is here."

"Here?" Beca asked, looking around the building. "As in, here here?" Chloe nodded. "They are in this building?" Another nod. The brunette's expression went slack, her steel blue eyes becoming stormy, "Where? Point him out, I'll kick his ass."

"It's actually-" Chloe began, loving the possessive side of Beca, but really needing her to calm down at this moment. Before she could explain, she was cut off by someone with a German accent.

"Barden Bellas! You came here to see us?" The blonde woman from DSM walked towards them. Chloe quickly moved to stand beside her girlfriend, their hands coming apart. Beca took on her usual defensive position, her face giving away nothing. The blonde took a towel from the buff man, lightly drying at her neck. Her eyes rested on the small leader, "Is it because you are- what do the American kids say- jelly?"

"We are so not jelly," Chloe said coldly, her eyes staring daggers at the woman.

Her gaze fell onto the redhead now, a devilish grin coming across her face. "Ah, Chlobear, I didn't know this was your group."

The Bellas all looked between the redhead and the blonde, confusion setting in on all their faces besides Jessica, whose expression mirrored Chloe's.

"Do not call me that," she hissed. She put her arm through Beca's, "And it's our group, Kommissar."

The German woman, Kommissar as Chloe had just pointed out, lifted one of her eyebrows and turned her body towards Beca. She looked amused and she nearly laughed, "This? This little thing?"

"We didn't come here to start something. We just came here to see what we were up against at World's, where we're going to kick your ass," Beca retorted, her hand finding Chloe's.

Kommissar noticed the act, her smile never faltering as she took a few steps towards the brunette, "You? You are the kicker of ass?" she asked, receiving a slight nod from Beca. "But you are so tiny. Like a sprite, or a fairy, or a…" She turned to her counterpart and asked something in German before returning to her original position. "Yes, you are like a troll."

Beca's face was overcome with anger, "Yeah, well… You are physically flawless."

All of the Bellas grins fell, especially Chloe's, as they looked at their captain floundering for some sort of insult.

"Thank you, I believe that your gorgeous friend agrees," her cocky voice said. "Well, we must be going. Chloe, it was a pleasure getting to see you again. Bellas, we will see you at World's."

The group left, the redhead's expression still as cold as ice while Beca looked on in rage.

"So that was-" the brunette began.

"Yeah," Chloe answered.

"And you left her-"

"For you."

"I'm going to kick her ass."

Chloe turned towards the rest of their group, raising her voice to get everyone's attention. "Bellas! Let's go, we have a competition to prepare for!"

Beca put her arm around her girlfriend's waist as they walked to the exit, the Bellas following.

Song: Uprising – Muse (Das Sound Machine's version from the Car Show)

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