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-5 years ago-
“Beca!” Chloe exclaimed launching herself at the brunette and wrapping her arms around the smaller girl knocking the wind from her and sending her stumbling back.
“Oof. Nice to see you too Chlo.”
“Can you believe it? We’re graduating!”
“Yeah, some of us slightly later than others.” Beca winked at the redhead knowing that she had made her peace with leaving Barden and the Bellas; Chloe just grins wider at the tease and hugs Beca tighter.
“I just wasn’t ready to leave all this!” Chloe waves her arms around her and Beca takes in the vomiting Treblemakers and the horrified expressions of some of the new Bellas as Fat Amy threatened to sit on two of them if they didn’t sign a contract that promised they’d hold up the honour and winning streak of the Barden Bellas. Which was slightly ironic coming from Fat Amy as it was but whatever.
Beca sees Legacy hovering nervously nearby desperately trying to make eye contact with someone who would help her corral Fat Amy and thinks she remembers the Australian adding some details about sending a monetary tribute to the past Bellas –sent to Fat Amy to pass on of course and something about weekly pictures of the new treblemakers nude, honestly Beca hoped the baby Bellas could hold out against Fat Amy, who knows what else she had hidden in the ten page contract.
“This would be hard to leave.” The brunette replied dryly.
“But I’ll still have you right?” The redhead said clasping Beca’s hands and pulling the brunette to face her. “You have to promise to call every day and let me come visit when you’re a hot shot music producer. And when you win your first award I best be thanked for the naked singing!”
“Youu betcha.”
“Okay, you have to promise to answer my calls and facetimes. You best not forget about me Mitchell.” Chloe says her grin dropping slightly before perking back up again but Beca could still see the glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes.
“I could never.” Beca says in a rare moment absent of snark and meets Chloe’s gaze.
The two stare at each other, time seems to slow for Beca as she loses herself in the blue of Chloe’s eyes. This is it the brunette reasons, her mind racing, the last night they’re students together. Chloe’s been drinking but she’s still at her regular level of touching, not yet up to the scale of drunk touching that Beca rolls her eyes at and shrugs off whenever they’re around others. Soon Beca will be leaving for LA and Chloe has some interviews for teaching jobs near her parents’ town, if Beca doesn’t say something now she’ll miss her chance; Beca steels herself-
Then two arms are around the both of them pushing them closer together and Beca immediately tenses.
“Bloe!” Fat Amy cheers. “When are you two going to stop pussyfooting around and get that pussy? Only not with feet. Unless you’re into that, which if you are I have a few pictures you should see back from my time in-”
“Ew. No thanks.” Beca interrupts, escaping the forced group hug and standing off to the side, unable to meet Chloe’s gaze.
“Come on aca-bitches let’s get our drink on! None for you Red, you still need to entice the code out of the security manager for me, I have one night to get my career as a Barden cat burglar off the ground and I spent all of Beca’s money on bribing people to get him over here.”
“What?” Beca said her attention snapping back to the Australian once she realised what she had said.
“Don’t worry, your aca-wife won’t have to do too much, just flash those baby blues and do that weird pretending to care what people say when they talk thing you do. I promise her honour will remain intact captain.”
“Co-captain.” Beca mumbled half-heartedly.
“Right. Co-captain with your co-wife. Now, where are the shots I was promised? I have this new idea for a cocktail guys, it’s going to blow. Your. Mind.”