Hi everyone. Chapter 1 was originally posted as a one-shot under my collection of "A Picture is Worth What" one-shots (it's still there). I was asked if I was going to continue with the chapter by Electronic Zappas, and RJRMovieFan liked the idea as well, so I decided to continue the story and this is what I came up with. I was going to make it angtsy but it's mostly fluff cause I am a softie and usually love a happy ending. Thanks always for reading!

Beca had come home from a 2 month long tour and dropped her bags by the door. "Chloe?," she called out for her girlfriend. "Chloe? Are you here?," she called again for the redhead only to be met with silence. "That's funny," she thought. "Chloe knew I was coming home today."

She checked all the rooms and when she came to their bedroom she found that all of Chloe's clothes, makeup, and jewelry were gone. And so was Chloe.

"What the fuck?," Beca says aloud to the empty room.

She looks around the bedroom and sees a bunch of photos littering the bed. She picked one up and looked at it. She then picked up a couple of others. "FUCK!," she screamed out in frustration.

Beca went to the closet and grabbed a box. She then rushed out of the house and jumped into her car. She sped over to Stacie and Aubrey's house because she knew that's where Chloe would have gone. Chloe told her that she no longer paid any attention to the photos that the paparazzi took that always seemed to look as if Beca was cheating on Chloe. But every time she went on tour and more photos were taken Aubrey would convince Chloe that Beca had to be cheating.

Beca parked her car in front of Aubrey and Stacie's, grabbed the box she had brought with her, and jumped out. She ran up to the door and started banging on it. She continued to bang on the door and yelling, "Aubrey? I know you're in there. I need to talk to you."

Stacie yanked open the door and looked at Beca. "Chloe doesn't want to see you, Becs," Stacie said sadly.

"That's fine," Beca said. "I really came over to talk to Aubrey. But just for the record, you know those pictures aren't what they are made out to be. I did not cheat on Chloe."

Stacie saw a side of Beca she had never seen before. Her eyes were stormy and she was visually shaking with rage. She moved aside and ushered Beca into the living room. She closed the door with a sigh and said, "Wait here and I'll get Aubrey."

Beca just nodded her head and stood where she was and waited. Stacie left her and headed upstairs.

Beca stood there, fuming. "Fucking, Aubrey," Beca thought. "She never liked me and is always filling Chloe's head with negative comments about me."

Beca heard footsteps coming down the stairs and looked up to see Stacie coming down, followed by Aubrey.

"Beca," Stacie says. "Chloe's here-."

Before Stacie could say anything else Aubrey jumps in. "Chloe doesn't want to talk to you, Beca," she says with anger lacing her words. "She doesn't want to see you, hear from you, or talk to you. So, just leave."

"No!," Beca yells. "Not this time. Every fucking time another picture like this gets published, you start filling her head with bullshit about how I'm cheating on her. Those picture don't prove shit!"

"Pictures don't lie," Aubrey yells back at Beca. "And, we're not stupid. They tell us exactly what you've been up to while you were on tour."

"Pictures don't lie?," Beca questions. "Pictures tell you exactly what someone's been up to? Is that what your're telling me?"

"Yes," Aubrey said. "Exactly that!"

"Really?," Beca says. "Because I have a few pictures I'd like to show Stacie. Stacie, come over here please."

Stacie looks warily at Beca. "What are you going to show me, Becs?"

"I'm going to show you some pictures that tell you exactly what kind of person you married," Beca said.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean," Aubrey asks.

"Come see for yourself," Beca says. She opens the box she had brought with her and pulled out a stack of pictures.

She looked at one and showed it Stacie. "This is a picture of Aubrey after we won Nationals," Beca said. The picture shows Aubrey with one hand grabbing CR's boob and CR is grabbing her ass.

"If you didn't know Aubrey, what do you think this picture tells you about her?," Beca asks.

She picks up another photo. This one shows Aubrey hugging Uni outside the hotel they stayed in at Regionals. Aubrey's hair is all over the place and her clothes look like she slept in them. "And this one?," Beca said. "Looks to me like she's saying goodbye to someone she just had sex with at a hotel."

"What the fuck is your point, Beca," Aubrey asks.

"I think the point she is making is that the picture itself does not tell the true story," Stacie says.

"There are plenty more in here that, if you didn't know the story behind them, could be taken the wrong way," Beca says. "But you, you are always seeing the bad in every picture that is taken of me in these so-called "compromising" positions. You yap in Chloe's ear until she actually believes you and doesn't trust me. I can't do this anymore. I love Chloe with all my heart but I can't keep fighting you and the press while trying to keep our relationship going. I have never cheated on her. Not one single time no matter what you and the press believe. So, congratulations, Aubrey. You finally did it. You finally helped to break us up. Chloe and I are over. I think you should be the one to give her the good news. I hope you're happy."

With those words out, Beca turns and walks out the door. Stacie and Aubrey stand there stunned. Stacie hears a sob from the top of the stairs.

"Beca!," they hear Chloe scream. Suddenly she is down the stairs and running out the front door trying to catch Beca. "Beca! Please wait!"

Beca hears Chloe and turns toward her. She just gets in the car and drives away. Chloe collapses to the ground sobbing.

Aubrey and Stacie rush outside to Chloe. Aubrey reaches out and tries to comfort her. Chloe pushes her off and says, "NO! I think you've done enough. Beca was right. I should have believed in her and trusted her."

Aubrey jerks back stunned at Chloe's reaction to her. Stacie looks at her with sadness and just shakes her head. She manages to get Chloe to stand up and helps her back into the house. Aubrey slowly follows them.

"Chloe, I,-"

"Don't!," Chloe cuts Aubrey off before she can finish. Chloe just walks up to the guest room she was staying in and closes the door.

Aubrey breaks down and Stacie grabs her and hugs her while she cries. "I know you don't want to hear this," Stacie says. "But Beca was right. You do start belittling and putting Beca down to Chloe every chance you get. I should have stopped you. Chloe should have stood up for Beca. We all messed this up."

"Stacie?," Chloe calls out. "Can you come here for a minute please? Just you."

Stacie looks at her wife and Aubrey says, "Go."

Chloe is standing in the doorway when Stacie gets upstairs. "Would you mind driving me to the airport?," Chloe asks. "If not, I'll just call a cab or Uber or something."

"Wait! What?," Stacie says. "Where are you going?"

"I got a last minute ticket to Tampa," Chloe says softly. "I'm going home to my parents."

"Chloe," Stacie says. "Don't you think you should talk to Beca?"

"She was right," Chloe said. "Aubrey is my best friend and I always listened to her when it came to Beca. I believed everything Aubrey said. I believed the press and the pictures. I didn't believe in Beca. Beca didn't deserve that and now I've lost her. You heard her. She's done with me."

Chloe started crying again and Stacie just held her. "Of course I'll drive you to the airport," she tells Chloe.

Chloe got herself together and continued packing her stuff. Stacie told Aubrey that she was taking Chloe to the airport for a flight back home. Aubrey wanted to stop her but Stacie said, "Let her go, Brey. She needs to figure some things out on her own."

Chloe comes down with two suitcases and walks out the door. She doesn't say a word to Aubrey. Stacie follows her and they leave for the airport.

Beca makes her way back to her house. She walks in and heads straight for the vodka. She removes the top and just starts chugging from the bottle. She kicks off her shoes and flops down on the couch where she continues drinking.

Her phone pings with a text message from Stacie.

I'm taking Chloe to the airport. She's going home to her parents. Just thought you should know.

Beca takes another swig from the vodka bottle before she texts Stacie back.

Not my problem any more.

Beca throws her phone on the table and grabs the now half-empty vodka bottle. She staggers her way upstairs and stops and looks into the master bedroom. She pulls the door closed. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep in there so she headed to the guest bedroom. She laid on the bed and continued to drink until she passed out.

Aubrey didn't know what to do about Chloe or Beca. Stacie had texted that Chloe had made her flight and she was on her way back home. Aubrey sat on the couch and just let the tears fall. She may have just lost the best friend she ever had.

Stacie didn't know what to do. On one side was her wife, who she loved with all her heart. And on the other side were Chloe and Beca, two of her best friends. She knows that Aubrey is overly protective of Chloe and still doesn't think that Beca is good enough for her. She also knows that Beca would never cheat on Chloe. What she couldn't understand was how Chloe could let Aubrey or anyone else convince her that Beca was cheating on her. Chloe was always more confident than that.

It was close to 3 a.m. when Chloe arrived at her parents home. She quietly let herself in with her key and took her suitcases straight up to her old bedroom. She laid down on her bed without changing her clothes and cried herself to sleep.

Four women, all suffering in their own way, because of a couple of pictures that didn't tell the the real story.