Author's note:

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.

Chapter 1

1:30am.

Beca Mitchell looked at the time, slammed her phone onto the bedside table and grunted. Who in the right mind would be ringing someone's doorbell at 1:30 in the morning?

It was one of those freezing New York winter nights. Reluctantly getting out of bed and throwing the blanket over herself, Beca walked to the front door and opened it, cursing underneath her breath.

"Who the f-"

And then she froze - literally and metaphorically.

If the doorbell or the chilling breeze weren't enough to wake her up, whatever - whoever - it was showing up right now, has surely made her a hundred percent awake.

"Chloe? What are you doing here?"

Wait. Something's not right.

"Chloe why are you crying?"

Despite wearing seemingly adequate amount of clothing for the night, Chloe was standing at Beca's apartment doorstep, sobbing and shivering. Beca quickly threw her own blanket around Chloe and guided her into the apartment. For over a minute or so the both of them were just standing at the foyer, Chloe still sobbing, and Beca freaking out on the inside. She has never seen Chloe like this before, ever. So… helpless and broken.

"Chloe, what's wrong? Can you tell me what's wrong, please?" Beca said softly.

Chloe lifted her head up, slowly. She was trying to stop herself from crying further, but her voice was completely shaken.

"He didn't want it. And so he didn't want me anymore."

And that sentence left Beca more confused than ever. "Chloe, what are you talking about?"

Chloe looked at Beca in the eye, and after a brief pause -

"Beca, I'm pregnant."