So this is a dumb little fic I wrote one morning because I couldn't get it out of my head. You better not be lactose intolerant because this is cheesy as hell. Not sure if it'll be a multi-chap or just a standalone but either way, I hope you enjoy.

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The sun came through the bedroom window through a single sliver of open curtains, falling in a thin concentrated beam straight onto the pillow where Chloe Beale was lying in bed. The sun warmed her face and shone into her eyes blindingly as she opened them for the first time in the early morning. She squinted in the harsh daylight in disapproval at being woken so early. She didn't know what the time was exactly but from the resonating silence from the Bella house, she knew everybody was still in bed making it before 6am. Basically, she had three more hours before she had to actually wake up and those three hours would make all the difference thank you very much. Chloe tried to close her eyes and get back to sleep but the beam of incessant sunlight still sat just on her eyes, lighting up the inside of her eyelids, making it impossible to lie comfortably in the light. She let out a frustrated sigh, deciding to shuffle backwards in her bed onto the other side in order to get out of the path of the sun.

However, as she scooted backwards gently and tiredly back into the middle of her bed, getting her eyes out of the light and already thinking about getting back to sleep, her back gently met with a warm immovable object. She froze, brow furrowed. Who could that even be? Aubrey hadn't stayed over and she was sure she hadn't invited anyone over, unless she'd had some insane sleepwalking nightmare and had a one night stand without even knowing it. She had gone to bed completely stone cold sober so she knew that wasn't true, but when she couldn't think of who it could actually be, she knew she'd have to turn over and find out before even attempting to go back to sleep.

Slowly, so as not to wake her mysterious bed occupant, Chloe turned over onto her other side, holding the bedsheets tactically still and achieving it in relative silence. When she settled back into the pillows she felt relief flood over her when she saw that it was Beca Mitchell sleeping soundly on the right side of her bed. Her face was hidden half in the pillow and the fingers on her left hand were curled up just in front of her face. Her brown hair that was haphazardly put up in Beca's usual nighttime hairstyle had come loose and there were several strands falling across her still face, including one that lay just by her slightly parted lips, moving in time with her slow, sleeping breaths. Chloe fought a strong urge not to move it and tuck it behind her friend's ear, but every time she tried to do that, she would inevitably get it tangled up in Beca's earrings and then she would wake her friend- a death wish in the making, because Beca didn't even know how to function if it was before 8am at the very earliest. So she watched the strand of hair move repetitively for a minute or so before Chloe realised she'd actually been staring at Beca's lips the whole time, tracing the shape of them and observing the way they were slightly dry in the morning and wondering what it would feel like to kiss them.

The last thought wasn't an uncommon one in Chloe's mind though, as she found herself wondering that nearly every time she looked at her friend. She knew Beca probably didn't feel the same, but that didn't stop her from falling for her hard since she'd laid eyes on her from across the activities fair. Even if Aubrey did constantly point out all of Beca's flaws in an attempt to prevent the inevitable, Chloe had fallen straight in love with her co-captain, not listening to Aubrey's comments of "She's too grouchy" or "She's too alternative" or "She once said she hates kittens" (which Beca did and that one almost hurt, Chloe did admit) and instead listening to the voice in her head that was screaming "Do it, fall hopelessly in love with Beca Mitchell!"

Chloe drew her thoughts back to reality, her eyes focusing on Beca again, her brown hair messily framing her still features as she breathed deeply and evenly in sleep. Chloe couldn't help but smile at the girl, whose face was usually scowling or lips were usually making some sarcastic comment but both were now relaxed and leaving Beca looking innocent and so free of worry as she lay sleeping in Chloe's bed.

Wait. Beca was in Chloe's bed. Why was that again? She definitely wasn't there when Chloe had fallen asleep to movies yesterday- that seems like something that Chloe would certainly remember. She must've come in during the night, but Chloe hadn't woken up or if she did she didn't remember the exchange. Her mind ran over various reasons as to why she had woken up next to her co-captain, trying to solve the mystery before Beca woke up and most likely ran out in embarrassment.

Maybe she had come in because Amy had Bumper over? But then again, the whole house would've been vacated had Amy had Bumper over considering the noises that would come from the attic bedroom when the pair were together in the night.

She certainly hadn't come in to watch any movies. She didn't like them- well, all except Star Wars which she was always happy to watch- so why would've she come in to watch some cheesy teen romance whilst Chloe slept? They would occasionally watch movies together but only under the condition that Beca could talk throughout to pass comment at the screen to show her disdain and that Chloe had to provide at least three varieties of snack to keep her occupied. Chloe would always do this, listening to Beca mock the characters and storylines of the movie as they shared Red Vines or popcorn or chips, her head resting on Beca's shoulder as they watched. And considering there were no snacks lying around the room, it was obvious that the two of them hadn't had a film night, even if it sometimes did end in Chloe falling asleep next to Beca.

Another thought crept into Chloe's mind, making her face flush red. She surreptitiously lifted the duvet they were sharing and peeked under. Chloe was still in the same t shirt and underwear she fell asleep in and Beca was wearing her oversized Barden t shirt and shorts. A mix of relief and disappointment came over the redhead.

'Okay, so we didn't sleep together.' Chloe thought, tucking the duvet back round her friend, letting her fingers trail over her bare arm for a split second. Beca stirred slightly, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she let out a small hum. Chloe's fingers froze on her friends shoulder, not wanting to make any sudden movements just in case it woke Beca up and she saw Chloe staring straight at her like a creep. She even subconsciously held her breath, keeping as still as she could- like she was a wildlife photographer who was desperately trying not to disturb an endangered animal.

A long few seconds drew out where Beca looked disturbed and Chloe was sure she was going to wake up. But then, Beca was shuffling towards the warmth of Chloe's side of the bed, her face settling on the pillow just inches from Chloe's, before letting out a deep sigh that Chloe could feel wash over her face, the feeling tingling against her own dry lips. There was a split second where Chloe dug her fingers into her palm just to resit the urge to pull her friend the remaining few inches and kiss her awake, but the urge died down after a flash.

Seeing that Beca was dead asleep and it was still only six am, Chloe decided that she would succumb to the tiredness in her eyes and get some sleep in as well. Employing her earlier tactic of holding the bedsheets still, Chloe rolled onto her side so she was facing the wall, her back to Beca. She thought if she couldn't see her and all the distractions that went with that then sleep would be easy. Instead, as she stared at the white of her bedroom wall, she felt Beca's breath on the back of her neck and heard her light snores (that Beca would vehemently deny whenever anyone teased her about it) and was hyper aware of the way Beca's fingers would twitch every now and then against a few strands of red hair that lay across their shared pillow.

Still, she squeezed her eyes shut and was just falling into the rhythms of all the distractions, letting her body get used to them and adjusting, her body starting to relax when she felt Beca yawn and the bed jostle where she was stretching and waking up. Chloe kept her eyes shut and stayed still, not wanting to let Beca know she was awake for fear of her co-captain scampering out of the room in embarrassment, which was highly likely even if Chloe said it was otherwise. So she lay still, feigning deep sleeping breaths and trying to figure what each movement of the mattress meant.

After a while, she felt Beca move up the pillow a little but she couldn't figure out what that movement meant. A long while went past and Chloe was about to turn over thinking that Beca had gone back to sleep after being still for so long, but just as she was thinking about it she felt fingertips tracing the shell of her ear. She fought every instinct in her to jump at the touch, because then Beca would realise that she wasn't asleep. Beca's finger ran along the length of Chloe's ear, stroking the soft skin, leaving behind a trail of what felt like electric shocks to the redhead. When Beca's fingers moved to stroke the hair just behind Chloe's ear, she couldn't help but let out a small hum of content at her bed companions movements. Beca's hand stilled and Chloe could swear she felt Beca stiffen behind her.

"Chlo?" Beca whispered to her 'sleeping' friend. Chloe carried on her act of unconsciousness, not wanting Beca to stop stroking her hair. Beca often stroked her hair when they cuddled, but that was when they were sat on the couch watching TV with the Bellas or when Chloe had been crying and Beca awkwardly tried to comfort her. That was more how a child pets a cat, running her palm over Chloe's head in a repetitive motion that only someone as awkward with physical contact such as Beca could achieve. She never did this, running her fingertips delicately through soft red hair, taking her time to play with each individual strand and run her nails along where skin met hair.

"Chloe, you awake?" Beca murmured, her fingers tucking a strand of red hair that had come loose back behind the ear she was stroking not moments before. Chloe stayed still, letting out a long sigh to trick Beca into thinking she wasn't awake.

Beca apparently bought it, as her fingers resumed their slow gentle movements from before, making Chloe have to fight off a smile. The fingers on Beca's left hand continued the same path, from the hair just behind Chloe's ear down through the red hair until they trailed off at the nape of her neck, for a while whilst Chloe feigned sleep, lying still wrapped up in the duvet.

Chloe could feel herself drifting off again under Beca's gentle touches and she was about to fall completely asleep when she felt Beca's fingers lift from her hair and away. Disappointment flooded her and she strongly fought the urge to reach behind her and place Beca's hand back in her hair, realising that that would've been quite forward, even for Chloe Beale- shower invasion extraordinaire.

The disappointment didn't linger for long however, as she felt Beca shuffle back down the pillow and slowly over to the side of the bed that she was lying 'asleep'. Chloe lay more still than she'd ever done before as Beca slotted herself behind her friend, the front of her thighs pressing to the backs of Chloe's. Her feet were warm compared to Chloe's freezing cold ones, where they had been stuck out the end of the duvet for a while, and they tangled together in a meeting of extreme temperatures. Beca laid her head down on Chloe's pillow, her nose burying into red hair as she snuggled up into Chloe's warmth. There was a long moment where she felt Beca's arm hovering in the space just above her waist but then just as Chloe was about to give up hope, Beca gingerly laid her arm down, palm side down leaving her left hand resting on the lower part of Chloe's stomach, fingers curling under where her t shirt had ridden up with her twisting in bed.

Chloe's heart beat loud in her ears over the sounds of Beca breathing, her entire body feeling warm and sleepy where she was wrapped up in body heat and gentle touches in the form of Beca's fingertips tracing unintelligible patterns on her skin. She sighed deeply in content, her body relaxing as she shuffled backwards into the younger girl, who pressed a small kiss to the back of Chloe's hair before her fingers stilled and she seemed to fall back to sleep after a minute or so. Chloe would've followed suit, feeling so comfortable and relaxed in Beca's arms, but the weight of the hand under her t shirt and the ghost of a kiss on the back of her hair had made her brain feel electric, running at a thousand miles per hour.

She lay there for a while, listening to Beca snoring in her ear, with a smile on her lips that she wasn't even aware of. It felt so unbelievably right waking up and subsequently falling asleep with Beca, like they had always fit together like this and that they were always meant to.

It was somewhere in those thoughts when Chloe fell asleep again, wrapped up in the warmth of her best friend, not even thinking about where it left them in the morning.