Bechloe Week 2018
Day 1

Accidental Kiss

Beca Mitchell sat in the family room of her modest home with kids, Sophie and Dylan. Dylan's fifth birthday was today, and they had just finished cleaning up from the party and decided to watch a movie. Her wife joined them and snuggled into Beca. Beca kissed the top of her head and pulled her in closer.

"Mama?," Sophie said getting Beca's attention.

"Yeah, Soph," Beca responded.

"Can you tell us the story of how you and mommy got together?," Sophie asked. "You know, the accidental kiss one."

"You've heard that story a hundred times," Beca said.

"Come on, babe," Chloe said. "It's a fun story."

"Fine," Beca said giving in. "I'm going to start the story from just before I started at Barden."

Beca's mind flashes back to the day of her father's fiftieth birthday party.

I hated family gatherings. My aunts always wanted a kiss and they always aimed for the lips. It took me 18 years and quite a few tries to master the quick face turn so the kiss landed on my cheek instead of on the mouth. It was even worse today as I stood in her father's house celebrating his 50th birthday. It seemed like every old woman in the family showed up. I managed to avoid most of my aunts and great-aunts and even a few second cousins, but not all of them. I finally escaped and made it up to my room where I worked on some of my mixes.

I had been in my room for about two hours when I decided to take a break. I was thankful I did because I suddenly heard my father's heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I could hear voices drifting up from downstairs, so I knew the party was still going on. I jumped up and dove into my bed pulling the covers up over me.

"Beca?," my dad, your grandad, called as he knocked on my bedroom door and walked in. "Come on, Beca. Come back to the party. People are leaving and want to say goodbye."

"Oh, gross," I thought. "This is the hardest part of the night to keep from getting kissed."

"I'm not feeling well, dad," I told him, burying myself under the covers. "I don't want to make anyone sick."

"What's wrong?," my dad asked walking over and sitting on the side of the bed. He put his hand on my forehead checking for a fever.

"I don't know," I said. "But I threw up a little bit ago. Maybe it was something I ate or maybe it's a bug. I'm not sure. But I don't want to take any chances of someone catching anything."

"Okay," dad said. "You stay here and rest. I'll let everyone know you're not feeling well."

"Thanks, dad," I said, and he left the room. I let out a grateful sigh.

Once I was sure my dad was gone, I got up and put my pajamas on. I laid on my bed with my laptop on my lap and went over the list of things I needed to take with me for college. In one week I was moving into my dorm on the Barden University campus, and I was not happy about it.

I wanted to move to L.A. and start paying my dues and become a music producer. I loved music and making mixes; still do. I wanted to have a music career and being a producer had been my goal since I was ten years old. But my dad thought it was a hobby and convinced my mother that I needed college so I could get a respectable, well-paying job. I felt betrayed by both my parents for conspiring behind my back. I made it abundantly clear to them both that I was going to live on campus and not in my father's house. Much to my surprise, they both agreed.

Move in day at Barden was a chaotic, disorganized time and I couldn't wait to set up my equipment and lose myself in my music. As I was plugging in the last cord, my father showed up.

"I see your getting settled in," dad said. "I have an office in the English Department Building so if you need anything you can find me there unless I have a lecture."

"Got it," I said looking at him. "Is that it?"

"Don't hole up in this room all the time," dad said. "I know how you get when you get in front of that laptop. Go out and experience college, sit on the quad to study, make some friends."

"Anything else?," I asked.

"Beca, stop acting like this is the end of the world," dad said. "You'd be surprised at what's waiting out there for you."

My roommate stands up and starts walking toward the door. "I'm going to the activities fair."

"Me, too," I said. "Sorry, dad, but I'm going to the activities fair with my roommate and new friend, Kimmy Jin." I hurried past my father before he could say or do anything.

Once I got outside my dorm building, I decided I may as well make the best of it. I wandered around checking out the various booths. I saw one that said Barden DJs and hurried over to it. While I was checking it out, a heavy-set blonde came over and read "Barden DJs. Deaf Jews."

After a few minutes of some pretty funny comments from the blonde, I walked away with a smile. I continued walking and had stopped to look around when I spotted two girls looking in my direction. I glanced past them but watched them in my peripheral vision when it seemed they might be talking about me. The redhead was definitely worth looking at, and all I could think about was how hot she was. Someone bumped into me which caused me to start moving again. I found herself suddenly standing in front of the redhead and a blonde.

I knew the redhead was talking, but I was mesmerized by her eyes. They were really blue; a blue like I'd never seen before. I realized that the redhead was expecting me to answer.

"Oh, sorry," I told her. "But, I don't sing."

I noted the slightly disappointed look on the redhead's face. So I tried to soften the blow a bit. "But, it was nice meeting you guys." I then turned and walked away.

Thoughts of the redhead occupied my mind over the next couple of weeks. I finally thought I had the girl out of my head when I was standing in the shower and the redhead came busting in.

"You can sing," the redhead said, scaring me half to death.

"Dude, get out," I told her.

But, the girl persisted and wouldn't leave until I sang with her. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when the girl finally left the shower. I jumped a bit when she called out "See you at auditions."

I found myself running to get to the auditions before they were over. I hadn't planned to go, but your grandfather made me a deal and I thought joining the singing group would help me fulfill my part of the deal. I came in through the side just as they were announcing the auditions were over. I looked out to the stage in defeat.

"Wait," the redhead said. "There's one more." I looked up to see the redhead waving her over.

"Um, I didn't know we had to sing that song," I said as I walked to the middle of the stage.

The girl told me to sing whatever I wanted and I did the cup song I had learned one afternoon while messing around on YouTube. At the end, I slammed the cup down on the stage and saw a big smile on the redhead's face. "Guess I'm in," I thought to myself.

The next night I was 'kidnapped' from my dorm room by the redhead whose name was Chloe. The selected girls went through this weird initiation ceremony. I didn't really care because I was now a Barden Bella. Part of a group, which put me one step closer to L.A.

After the ceremony, the Captain, Aubrey Posen, led us to an outdoor amphitheater where they had what was called a "hood night" party. I was standing by myself near the top of the seats when her friend, Jesse, came over to me. I had met him when we both started working at the campus radio station. I was really disappointed because we were only stacking records and CDs when I thought I'd be playing music.

Jesse was already pretty drunk when he came up to me. I teased him a bit and he finally said he was going to get me a drink so I would get to his level. I let him go, not expecting to see him any time soon.

Jesse never did come back with my drink but I didn't mind. I wasn't much of a drinker. As I stood there watching everything that was going on around me, Chloe came over and grabbed both my hands and pulled me close. I could tell she was a bit drunk and thought she was going to kiss me, so I did the quick head turn to avoid it. Only, Chloe was going to kiss me, but on the cheek, so when I turned, I actually turned into the kiss and Chloe got me on the lips. It only lasted a couple of seconds. I can't deny that it was a nice kiss and I would have taken it father, but then I realized I was kissing someone I didn't really know and pulled back.

"Oh, my God," I said, my cheeks turning red. "I'm sorry. I didn't. It wasn't. I mean. It was an accident."

Chloe just smiled at me. "You didn't enjoy it?," she asked. "I did."

I think I turned even redder. "No," I said. "I mean yes, no. Ugghhh! I mean it was, um, it was nice." I was a stuttering mess and dropped my shoulders in defeat. "But it really was an accident."

Chloe couldn't help the giggle that came out of her mouth. "So, that wasn't just a smooth move to get me to kiss you on the lips?

"What? No," I stammered. "I was trying not to kiss you."

"So, you didn't want to kiss me?," Chloe asked biting her lip to hide her smile.

"No," I said. "Yes. I mean. It was. Ummmm."

"You are so cute," Chloe said and laughed. "Don't worry about it. But, if you ever want not to kiss me again, you know where to find me."

I watched, red-faced, as Chloe walked away talking about jiggle juice or something.

The next day was our first Bellas practice. Aubrey had 'disinvited' two of the girls because they got into some trouble (they were Treble-boned, but she wasn't going to tell the kids that). After practice, Chloe came up to me and asked if I wanted to get coffee with her.

"Uh, sure, um, yeah, I could do that," I said. We walked to a nearby diner and sat at a table. "Um, I want to apologize again about last night. You know, the um-" I stopped and looked around the diner.

"You mean the 'accidental' kiss?," Chloe asked and grinned. "You really are the cutest."

I was nervous and embarrassed so I just looked down at my hands and didn't say anything.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Chloe said seeing how upset I was about it all. "I'm just teasing you. Like I told you last night, it's okay. Although, I wouldn't mind you not kissing me again."

"Really?," I asked looking up at her.

"Really," Chloe said. "I like you, and I'd like to get to know you better. So, would you want to have dinner with me?"

"Like a date?," I asked.

"No, not like a date," Chloe responded. My heart dropped and my face fell into a frown until Chloe added. "A date."

I smiled and said, "I'd love to."

"So, we went on a date," Beca said. "And we've been together ever since."

"Would you be together if mommy didn't accidentally kiss you?," Sophie asked.

"I'd like to think so," Beca said. "I can't imagine my life without her. Or you guys."

Beca grabbed Sophie and Dylan and hugged them to her. "I love you, Soph." Beca kissed her cheek. "And, I love you Dyl." She kissed him on the cheek as well.

"Love you, mama," both kids said. The both kissed Beca on her cheek.

"Ew, too much sappy times," Beca said with a glint in her eye. "You know what that means."

"Time to tickle the sap out of us," Dylan squeals and the three start tickling each other.

Chloe sits back and watches with a smile on her face. She really does have the best wife and kids. When Beca and the kids were laughing so hard that they couldn't breathe, Chloe called a halt to it.

"Okay, that's enough," Chloe said with a laugh. "It's getting late, guys. Why don't you go up and get ready for bed? Mama and I will be up in a few minutes to tuck you in."

"Okay, mommy," Dylan said and kissed both his mothers on the cheek.

Sophie and Dylan left their mothers sitting on the couch. Chloe leaned over and kissed Beca, who teasingly turned her face so the kiss landed on her cheek. Chloe laughed.

"You really are the cutest," Chloe said lovingly.

"I know," Beca said. "You tell me that every day.

Chloe leaned in to kiss Beca again, and this time Beca didn't move. The kiss was loving, and Chloe was the first to pull back.

"I love you," Beca said.

"I know," Chloe said with a smile. "You tell me that every day."

Beca laughed and pulled Chloe into another kiss. They continued to kiss until they heard the kids calling for them. Beca reluctantly lets Chloe go, and the two mothers went upstairs to tuck in their children.

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