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“(y/n) sweetie we’re here” my mum shakes my shoulder softly, i yawn and stretch my arms glancing out the window as a sign comes into view ‘welcome to beacon hills’. i take in my surrounds as we drive further into the small town.
my mother and i had decided to come down and visit my aunt and my cousin for the weekend. it was a long flight from florida to california but we made it in one piece to our rental car and now Aunt Natalie’s.
“excited?” i nod smiling at my mum “stoked” i roll my eyes before getting out of the car and following my mum up to the front steps. i rock back and fourth in my heels as the door flys open reveal my Aunty.
“(y/m’s/n)! it’s so good to see you” she squeals wrapping my mum up in a hug
“and is that my favourite niece?!” i smile wide “your only niece?” i offer and she winks at me giving me a bone crushing hug
“Lydia love (y/n)’s here!” she yells into the house “come in come in!” she grabs my bags out of my hands and ushers me into the house, thats when i spot the familiar red head.
“lyd!” i yell she sees me and we run to each other giving each other a long hug
“i missed you!” she gushes “me too” i gush back giggling.
“you look beautiful miss lydia” she smiles at my mum giving her a hug “thank you!”
“you going out sweetie?” Natalie asks her daughter
“Scott and Stiles wanted me to come watch the game- can i go?” she nods “why don’t you take (y/n) with you introduce her to your friends?” her mother offers glancing at me.
“of course! i was going to ask if you’d like to join me- ive told them all about you they’d love to met you” she tells me sweetly
“uh i don’t know im not really dressed for a lacrosse game” i tell her nervous glancing at mysweats “that’s not a problem ive got plenty of clothes you can wear we’ve just got to be quick can’t miss the start of the game!”
“is it bad that this is my first ever high school lacrosse game?” i tell her wondering across the fields toward the bleachers..
“of course not! trust me i don’t normally enjoy these i just like to come to support my friends” she tells me guiding me through the mass of parents and school kids..
“so how hot are they?” i tease and she slaps my arm “what?” i ask innocently laughing at the blush on my cousins cheeks .
“why else would you come if they weren’t hot-?” i ask.
“yeah they’re pretty hot” i jump at the voice and turn to see a brunette girl approaching us “oh hey allison- allison this is (y/n) my cousin, (y/n) this is allison she’s dating one of the boys i told you about Scott”..
“nice to meet you, oh and the other is totally single and not to bad on the eyes” she winks at me popping a fire into her mouth “ill keep that in mind, should we sit?” i ask the girls..
a loud ruckus of boys pile out onto the field the crowd cheering “is that our team?” i yell over the noise and the girls nod “here there’s someone we want you to met” Lydia smiles devilishly..
“lydia you are not setting me up please for the love of god!” i roll my eyes as she drags me toward the group of teenage boys clad in lacrosse gear “great” i mumble..
“Scott!” allison yells at her boyfriend to try and grab his attention he smiles adoringly at her and notices Lydia and myself standing beside her..
with that he turns quickly and grabs another boy by the shoulder pad and drags him toward us. my gaze falls to the ground till i hear the boys standing infront of us..
i shyly glance up to see the tall pale boy already staring at me, he’s brunette hair was spiked up and his big brown eyes staring into my soul. he was hot..
i feel nervous fiddling with my hair making eye contact with Lydia instead of the incredible good looking brunette stranger..
“Scott, Stiles this is (y/n) my cousin i told you about- (y/n/n) this is Scott & Stiles” they both smile brightly at me and we all mumble hellos..
“is this the single cousin?” Scott ask nudging stiles “what?” he breaks out of my trance looking up at his best friend “jeez lyd your making me out to be so desperate lonely girl” i complain crossing my arms infront of my chest..
“i don’t think it makes you desperate” stiles stutters playing with his helmet “thanks stiles” i giggle “you know who else is single?” Scott asks and stiles curses attempting to walk away from the embarrassment “this guy” he smiles sarcastically throwing his arm around the poor boy..
“good to know” i chuckle glancing at the girls who are also laughing.
“McCall! Stilinski!” an older man shouts assuming it their coach telling them it was time to play Allison pecks Scott on the lips and wishes him good luck before Lydia and Allison head toward the bleachers..
as the boys turn i grab for stiles hand turning him around “yo-” his eyes widen when he realises it’s me “good luck” i smile at him pecking his cheek “single stilinski” i tease causing the teen to blush like crazy..
i bite my lip and turn around jogging over to my cousin and my new found friend, i sit between them staring giddy at Stiles shocked expression. “what’d you do to stiles?” Lydia turns worry etched onto her expression..
“i just wished him luck” i smile at her and she rolls her eyes at me “i thought you didn’t want to be set up” she mocks my voice “oh hush” the three of us laugh and move our attention out onto the field to watch the game..
we jump up and cheer as the final siren sounds announcing our win, we clap and smile at our friends as they share a hug before heading off the field. we pile out of the bleachers and wait outside the boys locker room for the boys to finish changing..
we were all on our phones flicking through our feeds when the familiar sound of our friends filled the room..
“great game babe!” allison approaches her boyfriend placing a kiss on his lips “Jackson!” Lydia calls running up to her own boyfriend giving him a kiss and congratulations.
Leaving Stiles and I to ourselves “you had a really good game tonight” i tell him nervously “oh yeah?” he smirks confidence beating through him “yeah really” i tease placing my hand on his chest..
“fuck it” he curses before grabbing my waist and pulling me toward him as he places his lips on mine, i flinch before kissing back my hands making their way up to his hair before breaking apart.
“wow i didn’t take you as a dominant type” i giggle pecking his lips “im not usually” he confesses kisses me again “there’s just something about you” I look up into his brown eyes and smile..
giggles brought us back to reality as we shoot apart are friends laughing at us and hugging their respective boyfriends “this was the plan all along wasn’t it” Stiles asks and they nod as we both laugh wrapping my arm around his waist..
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Oh, hey! So, this is what I wrote for the Merry Pitchmas Gift Exchange 2015, as a present to @efka-m. Hope you enjoy it, dark and mysterious friend (= (And of course, I included a little shoutout to @redlance, because she is awesome and I wanted to thank her for the Pitchmas Santa.) And you can read it on AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/5532053
Chloe Beale’s Pitchmas Santa
Beca had never been too big on Christmas. Well, OK, never might be an exaggeration. She did vaguely remember some sort of
excitement and anticipation during her childhood years.
However, way too early, the yelling and fighting had
started, and Christmas had gone from games and hugs to tears and anger. Soon,
the Holidays had started tasting a lot like loneliness and absence.
mother had gotten better and able to see the end of each year as a moment for
celebration again, but by the time she did, Beca had already gotten over all
the fuss. She found all the commotion pointless and stressful, so all she and
her mother really did was exchange gifts between the two of them. She would let
her mother put up a Christmas tree without giving her attitude, but “it looks
OK” was all the compliment she would give.
And it wasn’t because she wanted to upset her Mom –
the two of them actually got along fine. Beca supposed she just wasn’t a
Christmas kind of girl anymore. Indeed, with each passing year, she would
become more sarcastic, see the Hollidays as sillier and sillier, and distant
herself from them.
That is, until Barden. Until she found herself among a
bunch of a capella nerds, among people who actually wanted to be with her.
Like, all the time. Way more than she was comfortable with.
Well, don’t get her wrong. She was happy that people
genuinely enjoyed her company and wanted her around, even if she would never
say so. She just wasn’t thrilled that a bunch of crazy girls could never really
get the meaning of personal space, and would drag her to a ridiculous amount of
crazy parties and events, and never understand that she wanted to be left alone
in her room to work in her mixes, even when she explicitly said “get the fuck
out of here or I will punch you in the face”.
Clueless, all of them.
And, obviously, each of those annoying nerds was a big
Holiday’s fan. Amy would yell about all these crazy Tasmanian traditions that
just had to be a lie (or Beca would be seriously frightened to ever go there),
Stacie would plant an insane amount of mistletoes everywhere, because “the
second best thing in the world is kissing. The first, and it may come as a
surprise to you that I think that, is sex”, Jesse would prepare endless
suffering hours of themed movies for them all to watch together, and Benji
would incorporate Holiday props in his magic tricks.
Cynthia-Rose would normally be responsible for the
Christmas playlist, Flo would
decorate the entire house and make it look sickeningly cute, Aubrey would get crazier and more control-freaky than
usual (which was completely scary), Jessica and Ashley would cook traditional
foods, and Lily would only use the fireplace to enter and leave the house
throughout the entire December (honestly, how did Beca get associated with
these insane people? Sometimes, she still thought this was some kind of
elaborate, tremendously long nightmare). And Emily, the new addition, was
extremely excited about the Holidays, too – as she was about everything else,
And then… and then, there was Chloe. If people were
told to think about the opposite of the Grinch, they would probably think about
Santa, or Rudolph, or an Elf, or something. And they would all be wrong. The true anti-Grinch was one Chloe Beale,
blue eyes shining even bluer during December (and honestly, how was that even possible?).
Chloe would join in all the activities previously
mentioned. She would bake gingerbread with Jessica and Ashley, make
ridiculously strong eggnog with Amy, help in Cynthia’s and Jesse’s selections.
She would also make the girls go caroling around campus (and Beca had no idea
how the red-haired convinced her to do all those things she had sworn she would
never do, but if it might have anything
to do with the hopeful eyes and megawatt smile flashing her way, well, she
would never admit it). She would wake
up singing Christmas songs, and no one could really be mad at that angelic
voice (again, not that Beca thought about that in those sappy, lame terms),
even if it was early in the morning.
And Chloe would knit sweaters for each of them – and
in her second Barden Christmas, not yet knowing how completely crazy Chloe was,
Beca had suspected all those knitting hours had had something to do with why
the ginger had failed Russian Literature. She was, basically, the Christmas
spirit incarnated, and for some reason, she always made sure Beca was with her
for every singular silly tradition.
And the worst tradition, Beca thought, was the secret
santa thing. Which, of course, they called Pitchmas Santa, because they were
all huge nerds. And yeah, she could admit that getting presents was nice, but
the part that really drove her nuts was giving gifts.
exactly the most sensitive person in the world, so she had a hard time choosing
something that she believed would make someone else happy. Luckily, she had had
it pretty easy so far. First Christmas celebrating together, she had gotten
Stacie, and bought her some weird sex toys, for which the tall brunette was
incredibly grateful and sincerely touched that Beca had picked on her interest
in bedroom (“well, not restricted to the bedroom, really”) activities. Like
Beca said, clueless, all of them.
Second Holiday in
Barden, Beca had pulled Aubrey’s name (yeah, she still went back each
year to celebrate with them) out of the Santa hat (because Chloe would not have
it any other way). And against all odds, Beca had actually made Aubrey really
If it were anyone else (with the obvious exception of
dork Chloe Beale), giving them a huge, boring-looking collection of a capella
rules, competition records and old pictures would seem like a joke.
But, of course, not Aubrey. The blonde had hugged Beca
for several minutes and said, “there really might be hope for you yet”, which
had seriously freaked the brunette out. And in order to receive permission to
leave Barden again, Aubrey had had to promise Chloe she would lend her the
Third year around had also been considerably simple.
Having gotten Amy, Beca just saved herself the trouble of thinking too hard and
got the Australian an obnoxious amount of booze. It did the trick. Amy even
said much more than she should have, pointing out how all the alcohol would
definitely make her and Bumper more creative, something Beca really, really didn’t want to know.
This year, however, that was supposed to be the last
one and free her from having to fulfill the thoughtful duty of a present giver,
she just had to have the worst luck possible. She just had to pull out of the hat the name of the worst possible
person to gift: Chloe Beale.
It wasn’t that Chloe would ever complain or dislike a
present. In fact, just the concept of someone being thoughtful enough to give
her a gift would make Chloe Beale beam. Girl was all made for feelings and
cuteness like that.
No, the problems were others.
First, there was the matter that Beca had already
given Chloe stuff throughout the years, so it would be hard to be original. For
some reason, the red-headed was the person she more frequently thought of, so
it wasn’t exactly rare for the DJ to see a little plushy toy, think Chloe would
like it and get it for her, or see the ginger’s favorite candy bay when buying
coffee and take it to her. And the mixes, well, Chloe was about the only person
who had gotten more than one dedicated just for her. So see, Beca was in a
struggle for creativity here.
The second issue was that Chloe was the most amazing
gift giver ever. She was insanely considerate and would notice things in people
that barely anyone else did. Like back when the Bellas did not know Stacie was
a fricking genius, and Chloe arranged her a visit to Space Center Houston,
because of course she had known. Beca
had kind of felt ashamed of the sex toys thing, but hey, Stacie claimed to have
loved them both equally. She was complex and amazing like that.
And when it came to giving Beca presents, Chloe was no
worse. She had given the brunette
amazing (and expensive) headphones and one of those neck pillows that Beca had
declared ridiculous and unnecessary. “Oh my God, Beca, just stop being so
difficult and try it,” the red-headed had pleaded, exasperated. The DJ had
ended up accepting to do so, just to show how right she was – but boy, had she been wrong. Their next bus trip was incredibly more comfortable, and
Chloe had obviously bought her a headphone-themed pillow, in which you could
plug earphones and rock on. She wondered if it was possible that Chloe had
noticed how severe her neck and back actually were – she tried to conceal it -,
but really, she should have known better. Chloe always knew.
And then, of course, there was the V.I.P ticket to the
David Guetta thing, the arrangement for Beca to be a DJ in a small local club
on the night of her birthday (really, how could this girl charm everyone and
get them to do what she wanted?), and the summer rescuing.
Ok, that hadn’t been exactly a gift, but it was the
best thing anyone could have done for her at the time. Even though Beca had
improved her relationship with her father a lot, she still wasn’t thrilled
about spending two weeks with the step-mons – sorry, Sheilla’s family. The
brunette knew just how uncomfortable she would have ended up feeling, so she
was extremely grateful when Chloe talked to Dr. Mitchell and asked if Beca
could spend those weeks with her family in the beach instead (again, Chloe knew). Of course, the request of a
golden Literature student had been heard, so Beca spent a good part of her
summer swimming by the day and going to clubs by night. It was one of the best vacations
she had ever had. The place was beautiful, Chloe’s family was incredibly nice
and funny (which was refreshing), and Chloe’s company was… well, Beca Mitchell
didn’t really do feelings, but she hoped the awkward “thanks” she said when the
Beales had dropped her off told Chloe just how much she had loved that summer.
Yeah, basically, Beca had no idea what she could do
that would get even close-ish to what Chloe truly deserved.
Still, she tried. That’s why she, one afternoon, found
herself staring at three wide-eyed, incredulous girls.
“You want to… what?”
“Who are you and what did you do to Beca Effin’
Mitchell? ‘Cause besides being a short stack, you’re nothing like her.”
“Cut it out, Amy. I am Beca, so what you’re saying doesn’t even make sense,” the DJ complained, pushing away the hand that
had been aiming at her forehead.
sorry, Beca, but it never happens,”
Ashley cut off, looking a little shy.
We’ve been living together for three years and the only kitchen activity I ever
saw you engaged in was attempt cookie stealing,” Jessica added, raising an
so I’m not really a cook, so what? People can feel like learning new things,”
Beca said, a little defensive.
now?” Amy asked, squinting her eyes at the DJ.
for a friend.”
like Amy-friend, best friend in the world, or friend like lesbi-friend Chloe?”
never give someone baked stuff as a ‘let’s be friends’ gift, Amy. Too much
trouble and new people weird me out,” Beca answered, rolling her eyes, because
she really thought they would know it by now.
not… you know what, never mind. You Americans tend to have a thick skull. It’s
the lack of the Tasmanian sun, if you ask me. Also deprives you of all of our
hotness, so I’m deeply sorry for you.”
replying would be pointless, Beca decided that getting to the point was really
all she wanted, “So, are you two helping me or not?”
three, Beca,” Ashley answered, frowning a little.
Amy is just here to eat the dough.”
not wrong,” the blonde answered, shrugging.
Chloe got home, she was startled by squeals coming from the kitchen. By the
time she entered said room, she was utterly confused, because Beca Mitchell was
near the stove.
what exactly is happening here?” The ginger asked, unable to contain a big
is… uh… cooking, if you want to call it that.”
is what!?” And all the DJ had to grimace at how sharp the sound was.
you all just quit acting so surprised? It’s like, whatever.”
not whatever, Beca, this is a beautiful bonding occasion! I want to help!”
not surprisingly, looked extremely bubbly and excited. Beca rolled her eyes,
but the smirk she couldn’t really hide might have ruined the “I’m supper
thank God you’re here. She tried to heat up plastic, Chloe!” Jessica whined,
hugging her captain.
said it would be our secret! And it didn’t look like plastic, ok? It looked
like… stuff you put in the fire.”
let Stacie hear you not knowing your materials and their properties,” Chloe
snorted, gently squeezing Jessica’s arms before getting close to the oven.
do you remember Fried Green Tomatoes?”
Chloe asked, a few minutes later.
A really concentrated DJ inquired in return.
don’t? Jesse brought it over for Bellas-Treble movie night once.”
one more I must’ve slept through, what’s new?” And Beca was actually proud of
that, smirking smugly as she answered.
a shame, then. I just might have to remind you of one the scenes, see if it
helps bring back memories of the movie.”
what on Earth are you… what the fuck,
Beale!?” Beca squealed loudly, because really close to her was the
red-headed, laughing hysterically as she spread chocolate on Beca’s nose with a
you remember it now, Beca?”
this the one that ends with the murder of a ginger? Because yeah, let’s reenact
enough, they were all in a messy, loud food fight. The Bellas that arrived just
joined them, not even batting an eye lash, which just proved to Beca how crazy her life actually was. And when
food started coming from the fireplace, they saw Lily and the DJ just had a
frightening feeling that the girl had actually been in there for the whole
“Beca Mitchel wants to cook episode”, as it would become known.
then, ok, cooking was down – but she knew it was not enough. But that was fine,
because Beca had a plan – hopefully.
“OK, so… what
exactly are we doing here?” Stacie asked, lifting her eyes from her nail
and Benji were sitting side by side, having suddenly been summoned by Beca.
“I needed the two biggest nerds I knew. Like,
fucking smart nerds, not dorks, because that would be literally everyone I know
here,” the DJ declared, sighing.
“Well captain Mitchell, you made the best choice
possible,” the tall brunette said, smirking at her two friends. Beca answered
with a smirk of her own, while Benji looked extremely proud and totally
“OK, so say someone wants a good book. What do they
“Harry Potter,” said Stacie, without missing a
“I’d go with The Dark Tower. It’s fantastic,” Benji
replied with a sweet smile.
“Uh, ok. Noted. But I’m looking for something a
little bit more… classic?”
“Why?” Stacie frowned.
“Uh, no reason.”
“You’ve been doing a lot of experimentation lately,
“Cooking, looking for classics,,, what’s going on?”
“Just want to try new things, is all.”
“Oh, do you want to try magic? I could show you a
lot of fun stuff I’ve been learning recently!” And when he looked excited like
that, Beca could really see why Benji and Emily hit it off so well. She hoped
that whatever was going on between the two of them would go well.
“Thanks, Benji. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Oh, are we pitching ideas? ‘Cause you know, I
could give you really good advice for stamina in b…”
“Ok, Stacie, no. Just no.”
The tall brunette pouted, “you’re ever only nice to
Benji and Chloe. I shouldn’t help you.”
“Come on, Stace, you know I love you.”
“You what?” The smile on her face was so conceited
that Beca had to roll her eyes,
“Nope, I’m not saying it again. Now, focus.
Classics, guys. I need them.”
“I’m more of a sci-fi and fantasy guy. Sorry,
“Yeah, I’m not so sure I can really help you,
“What? You’re my nerds! You can’t fail me here!”
“You’re looking for the wrong kind of nerd, baby
girl. We’re more of calculus geniuses. By the way, Benji, how is Professor
Danes’s class going?”
“Oh, I’m doing ok. Those exercises you sent really
helped. Actually, I wanted to show you this project I was thinking of
“No! You two lose focus very quickly, Jesus. And I
share a room with Amy. You guys have to help me!”
“Wow, someone is whiny today. OK, Beca, what you
want is a book genius. Have you talked to Chloe or Flo?”
“Flo?” The DJ asked, purposely avoiding the suggestion
of her ginger best friend.
“You really don’t know what which of us study, huh?
“Chloe majors in Education and minors in Literature
and Music,” Beca answered automatically.
“Of course you would know hers,” Stacie sighed.
“Anyway, Flo majors in International Relations and minors in Spanish
Literature. Girl knows a lot about History, Philosophy, etc, etc. I mean, not
that I don’t - I’m far from dumb, but mama Flo is a pro.”
“Wow,” Beca replied, a little taken aback.
“You’re damn right, wow. So, my suggestion is we
call her and Chloe.”
“Can we call someone else instead of Chloe?”
“Oh, we can. Someone who knows a lot about
Philosophy, too. Someone who reads a lot. You’re gonna love it.”
But the smirk Stacie had on told Beca otherwise.
In only a few seconds, they were on speakers with
“Beca? You’re calling me? Now, that’s a surprise.”
“I’m not! Stacie is!”
And she sounded so childish that Benji couldn’t
hold back a laugh.
“Do I hear a Treble?”
How did she get that from just one laugh? Beca had
to give it to her: she was insane,
but she was good.
“Oh, hi, Aubrey. It’s Benji,” and even through the
phone, he blushed, feeling intimidated by the once Bellas’ captain.
“Hey, Benji. You’re decent, actually, so I can
“Thanks,” he smiled brightly. Kid really had a good
heart, God bless him.
“Oh, of course, call Flo and ignore her, she has
nothing better to do anyway,” came an annoyed voice through Beca’s phone.
“Right. Sorry, Flo. So, uh, I kinda wanted to… ask
you two for book recommendations…”
“Hum, it got interesting! What kind of book,
“Very good, Mitchell, not vague at all.”
“Come on, Aubrey, go easy on her. She’s trying to
do something nice.”
And Beca thought something about Stacie’s tone had
sounded a little… suggestive. Before she could ask, though, Aubrey let out a
“Ok, Mitchell. How about English literature?”
“Spanish?” Flo piped in.
That went on for a while, and Stacie’s face kind of
suggested she was in on a joke that Beca couldn’t, for the love of her, get.
Finally, though, Aubrey said what she had been waiting long enough to hear,
“Hm, it’s getting difficult… how about… Russian?”
“Well, you know what? Russian actually sounds nice.
‘Cause, you know, I’ve never read it before. So, yeah. Could be a good try.”
And Beca mentally patted herself on the back for sounding so casual.
“Right. Why didn’t you ask Chloe?” Flo inquired,
and the DJ thought she could hear a smile in her voice.
“I, uh, I was going to, but you know, she’s been
busy with worlds, so I didn’t wanna like, distract her, or whatever.”
“What do you think of War and Peace, Aubrey?”
“Oh, such a classic! Crime and Punishment is incredible,
“Although I feel I should mention Chloe’s favorite.
Is that ok, Beca?”
“Yeah, sure, if you want to.”
Again, she thought she did a good job on sounding
“Anna Karenina. You know, it’s one of her true loves.
That book certainly means a lot to Chloe.”
“Yeah, she has talked to me about it before.”
“Well, girls, you know what? I think three
suggestions are enough. It’s gonna take me a while to read them all, anyway.”
And when Beca thanked them and they said their
goodbyes, she was sure the girls were
smirking at her. She was afraid, for a moment, that they had figured out whose
name she had gotten out of the hat. However, Benji looked as lost as she did,
so she got to the conclusion that her friends were only being their weird
selves, which was nothing unusual, really.
It took some effort (ok, like, a lot of effort),
but Beca managed to find a signed, beautiful, old edition of Anna Karenina, and
she really hoped it would make Chloe smile. The girl did have a great smile,
Thing was, she didn’t know when to stop. When was
the gift good enough for Chloe? She kind of had the impression it might never
be, and somehow she kept having these ideas to improve it. It was nice, because
sometimes she would second guess herself and think that Chloe might be
disappointed. Other times, though, she felt that red-haired would be very
happy, and picturing her reaction, her smile and sweet words kind of made Beca
feel weird. She thought it was a good weird, though.
And now, here she was, having been lead by one more
of those ideas. The DJ was drinking coffee with Jesse on the campus café, and
still had a good hour before Bellas’ rehearsal.
“Are you asking me for a movie suggestion? Beca
Mitchell, is this really you?”
And really, the smirk on his face was unbearable.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Beca
sighed, running her head through her hair.
“Ah, yeah, Benji told me about your sudden interest
in classical literature. Are you listening to classical music too, Ms.
“Shut it, you jerk. I’ve always liked classical
Jesse laughed, “Yeah, I know, just wanted to make
“I am not embarrassed! Classical music is great.”
“And yet, you gave Aubrey crap for keeping it
traditional,” he exaggerated a sigh.
“One, it’s not the same classic. Two, that’s a
whole different story and you know it. Three, you’re an asshole, so I don’t
feel like you deserve my energy and, therefore, I’m not going to get into that.
Now, will you help me with the movie thing or not?”
“Of course, Becaw, even though you’re a tiny, rude
meanie. I’m your official moviecator, come on.”
Beca cringed, “I have forbidden you, multiple
times, of calling yourself that.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, you love me, I’m your best
friend. Ok, Christmas movies?”
“Yeah, but it can’t be the ones we have already
watched the other years, even though I still think they are all the same,” when
she saw Jesse’s scandalized face, she hurried to continue before he could
interrupt and start a lecture, “but it also has to be good.”
“Oh, that’s a challenge. I mean, we saw a lot of
the amazing ones. Yes, Beca, they were amazing,” the Treble glared at her when
she snorted. “But hey, seriously, can’t you tell me why you’re suddenly into
literature and Christmas movies? It might make it easier for me to suggest you
Beca hesitated for a moment, but she figured that
maybe it would be ok to tell Jesse. For starters, it was a Bellas-only secret
santa, so she wouldn’t really be spoiling anything. Second, he was one
of her best friends, even though he was a pain in the ass most of the time. And
third, Beca really needed an opinion to know how well Operation Chloe was
going. And yes, she had named it, but only because the red-haired had dragged
her into a Once Upon a Time marathon and that kid’s obsession with naming
projects had kind of rubbed on her. Shit. Apparently, dorkiness was contagious.
“I’m Chloe’s secret santa,” she decided to confess.
“Pitchmas Santa, you mean.”
“I’m not calling it that.”
“She’ll make you call it that when you guys are
giving the gifts,” Jesse shrugged.
And Beca couldn’t reply, because saying “I won’t”
would be a lie and they both knew it, and saying “ok, but she can” sounded
ridiculous even in her head.
“But ok, let me focus. Chloe… well, Chloe likes
movies almost as much as I do, and she absolutely loves Christmas movies. She
must have seen most of them, so to be creative… oh. Oh.”
His smile was too satisfied, and Beca really,
really thought she wouldn’t like what it meant.
When she saw a trailer that could only be described
as what the fuck!?, she was proven right.
“No. No, no, no. That looks like it is worse than
most of the movies we have watched, and that’s saying something.”
“Becaw, come one! Krampus would make you guys
laugh, I’m sure, and it’s also horror, which is perfect for a d…,” and he had a
small cough fit after that, “a day. In the movies. With your best friend.”
“No. This is a bad idea, even for you.”
“Yeah? Let’s check it with who really matters,
And before she could ask what he meant, Jesse was
waving and calling a recently-arrived Chloe to their table.
“Oh, hey you guys!” She greeted, smiling brightly
at them. “What are you up to?”
“I was just telling Beca what a piece of art I
think Krampus must be.”
“Oh I know, right? I really wanna see it!”
And when Beca’s mouth opened in disbelief, Jesse’s
smirk only grew.
“I think I might be scared to go alone, though.
I’ll need to recruit the Bellas. You’ll cuddle me if it gets too spooky, right,
Beca?” And when Chloe winked at her, Beca got more of that weird feeling she had been getting lately, so all she
could do was nod weakly.
“Great! Anyways, I’ll get going, guys, I want to
get everything ready for the rehearsal. Please, don’t be late, Becs.” With a
wave to Jesse and a kiss to Beca’s cheek, she was gone. Still feeling
dumbfounded, it took the DJ a few seconds to be able to absorb Jesses’s words
and glare at him when he said “Should we book two tickets for the amazing
Bellas’ captains, then?”
(And of course, they did book them, because Chloe
had said she wanted to go, so Beca didn’t have much of a choice. She had to
congratulate herself on how much she was trying, and all for this secret santa thing.)
Ok, maybe she was exaggerating. But so far, she had
the gingerbread, the book and the movie. And it was cool, actually really cool, so in her confident moments
she was sure Chloe was going to love it.
But well, she now needed something that was her. Something that said Beca, that gave
a part of herself to Chloe. Which, you know, made perfect sense, if you
considered that the red-headed needed to guess who her Santa was. See?
Everything the DJ was doing was perfectly
Last part, then, was music. She called Emily and
Cynthia-Rose to the studio where she had been doing her internship, after
asking her boss to do her such favor. Emily was chosen because she and Beca had
been collaborating on really nice things together, and Cynthia had a crazy
knowledge about Christmas songs, in addition to her beautiful voice.
“Deejay B., this is some good idea you had. I just
think the girls should be here too,” Cynthia-Rose declared, entering the booth
“Don’t worry, CR. We’ll call them for the next sessions.”
“Damn right we are. We need our sisters.”
“Can I just say how excited I am? I love Christmas! And your voice is so amazing, Cynthia-Rose! And
you, well, Beca, you’ll be like a total famous producer, very soon, so I’m
really honored to be here, so thank you for calling me! Seriously! I’m going to
do my best to honor your faith.”
“Woah, Legacy, chill. Breathe. It’s cool, ok?
You’re very talented, so you don’t have to worry about it. CR, what song
selection did you make?”
And the next hours were spent exchanging ideas
about songs, recording and mixing their voices and sounds. Beca, of course,
sang some parts too, and she decided to add some files of Chloe singing that
she had in her laptop
She knew that the red-headed was definitely
going to be all right with that. The biggest problem they had that first day in
the studio was probably calming Emily down, because the youngest Bella would
almost knock everything over when she got super excited during a passage in
which they had sounded particularly good together.
By the end of day one, Beca asked the two girls to
keep their recording sessions a secret.
“And why is that, Deejay B.?” CR asked, squinting
her eyes at the brunette.
“Cause a surprise for the girl will be nice?” Beca
tried, keeping her face serious.
“Hm, good thinking. Now it makes sense that they
are not here. You know, Chloe will be particularly proud.”
“I hope so,” Beca let escape, and the knowing smile
Cynthia-Rose gave her kind of got the DJ by surprise.
“You two are seriously the best, Beca,” Emily
declared, smiling dreamily at the brunette. “One day, I hope Benji and I…”
“Ok, Legacy, that’s wonderful, girl! Come here,
what can you tell me about that new song you were writing?”
“But I wasn’t,” and before she could continue,
Cynthia-Rose interrupted the tall brunette again,
“Come on, don’t be shy, girl. Don’t be shy, don’t
be modest. Let’s leave Deejay B. setting things up here and talk outside.”
And while the two exited, Emily looking confused
and Cynthia-Rose sporting a very
freaky and very fake smile, Beca
couldn’t help thinking that her gang of weirdos had been acting even stranger
those past few weeks.
Nonetheless, even with all the weirdness, by next
Tuesday, she had some very good Christmas mixes, and even an original song, and
she finally thought Operation Chloe might be complete. Oh well, she would find
out for sure soon enough.
When Pitchmas Santa night arrived, Beca was back to
feeling a little nervous. And yeah, she did think she had put together a good
present, but it was Chloe. It had to
be perfect, because perfect was what Chloe deserved.
All of the Bellas – including honorary Bella Aubrey
– were gathered in the living room, telling stories, laughing, eating and
drinking. They opted for lighting the fireplace, so Lily couldn’t sit there,
like she had wanted to. Beca thought she heard the Asian say something like
“I’ve lived inside the fire before”, but she just shrugged it off as her never
understanding the murmurs of the other girl. Emily, however, had looked very
shocked and made sure to stay away from the fireplace for the rest of the
When they started opening the presents, the nervous
feeling Beca had in her stomach increased. She laughed and shouted with the
girls when Jessica was Ashley’s Santa for the fourth year in a row, saying that
“Dude, ok, this can’t be real, you two are some dirty little cheaters”, but the
uneasy feeling was ever-there.
She didn’t know why she felt that way. It was only
Chloe. Chloe, who had given her a thousand presents during those four years.
Chloe, who she’d given gifts to on multiple occasions as well. It just made no sense to suddenly feel that nervous
around the person with whom she was always the most comfortable with in the
world. However, it was there, and the
way the red-headed would smile so sweetly at her each time they caught each
other’s eyes was doing nothing to help it. And wow, did her eyes look blue that night. Beca felt enchanted. She
also felt, however, that those other weird girls she called friends were
smirking at her all night. Seriously, what the fuck was going on?
When Chloe was revealed as Emily’s Secret Santa, having
prepared her an extensive collection of Bella’s goods that included things like
the lucky bracelet she had worn on her first performance and the set list of
every Bella performance ever, Beca knew the time was close. While Emily was
caught between crying, smiling, hugging Chloe and thanking her profusely, the
captain took deep breaths, trying to steady herself.
A few minutes later, Chloe was by the coffee table,
picking the package that had her name on it.
She squealed when she saw the gingerbread Bellas, a
replica of each one of them. They were a little messy if you asked Beca, but
hey, she had done her best, and they were recognizable, as Chloe was excitedly
pointing at the gingerbread and then at the person it was, screaming excitedly.
The DJ noticed how the ginger was avoiding her gaze, and sighed. Chloe had
already figured out who her Santa was, because Chloe always knew.
When the girl got the rare, signed Anna Karenina
edition, her eyes filled with tears. She ran her fingers lovingly through the
cover, opening the book with eased practice into her favorite passages. She
hugged it to her chest, and her smile was a surprised, grateful, tender one. It
was beautiful, and it was even better than what Beca had been wishing for. She
could feel she was smiling too, because Chloe was smiling, and for once, she
did not care.
When the red-headed got to the movie tickets, she
finally gazed at the DJ. She was looking at her with such tenderness and
affection that Beca’s breath caught in her throat.
“There are two,” Chloe declared, simply.
“Yeah,” Beca answered, and it came out hoarsely
because of her dry throat.
“So you’re going with me,” and Chloe’s smile got
“You’re not… you’re not supposed to guess yet.
There’s more,” the DJ swallowed, hard.
Chloe, however, went on, “You hate movies.”
but you like them. And I like your company. So I figured it couldn’t hurt and you said you were afraid of going alone,” she
explained, scratching her forehead. When Chloe just kept looking at her with
tear-filled eyes, it became too much for Beca, “Uh, there’s one more, Chloe.
And it’s not big or special or anything, but…”
“It’s your music. It’s my favorite, Beca. It’s
always my favorite,” her fellow captain said, alternating her gaze between the
CD and Beca.
The brunette could feel how charged the air around
her was. She was aware that there were other people in the room, but that just
added to the heavy atmosphere. She could swear that during her four years at
Barden and three years living with them at the same house, there had never been
a moment of silence like that. There were no weird declarations from Amy or
excited squeals from Emily. Aubrey was not barking orders and Stacie was not
talking about sex. Everything just stood still.
And then, Chloe’s hands grabbed hers, pulling Beca
to her feet. They stood close, and they eyes never left each other’s. Beca
didn’t know what was happening, what it meant that they stood for minutes just
looking at one another while her heart beat madly in her chest.
And even though she could not explain what was
happening right there, when a cloud of uncertainty glazed Chloe’s bright blue
eyes, the red-headed murmured a timid “thank you” and dropped her gaze, Beca felt
that something precious was escaping through her fingers.
Before she could stop it, before she could
apologize to Chloe for whatever it was that she had done wrong, Stacie was
“Oh Beca, I forgot to say, but the package with
your name is outside. I thought of bringing it inside, but meh, too much
And Beca wanted to protest and say it didn’t really
matter right now, but the brunette kept insisting that she went. Taking her
hand from Chloe’s kind of physically hurt, and Beca was lost the minute she let
go of the ginger. She was not sure how, but the DJ managed to make it outside,
feeling numb and hopeless.
“You should go help her look, because oh my Goddess,
is that girl dense,” Stacie sighed,
talking to Chloe.
“I don’t know if that’s really a good idea right
now. I mean, I almost… I almost…”
At Aubrey’s voice, the ginger looked up. She always
listened to her best friend, after all.
“Go there. Just now, it meant exactly what you
thought it meant.”
“But what if…”
“Chloe, when have you ever seen Beca baking for
someone?” Jessica asked, looking pointedly at her captain.
“She gave me booze. I mean, I love it, but I bet
the girl can’t tell me a single Australian song, let alone a piece of
literature.” Amy added, making a face.
“She asked Aubrey
for advice, Chloe,” Stacie piped in, while Aubrey smiled smugly.
“One more sweet victory in my life.”
“Girl, it has to be the first time in her life that
she is willingly going to a movie theater. She sure as hell wouldn’t do it for
me, I’m telling you,” Cynthia-Rose shrugged, her expression impressed.
“I kinda thought you guys were already a couple and
so I’m really confused right now?” Every one of the girls in the living room
turned their heads to look at Emily.
“Well, Legacy, if you’re the aca-child, we sure
know which aca-mom’s wit you’ve inherited. I’m sorry for you, child,” Amy
patted her on the back, and Emily had a vague sense that she should be
Finally, Chloe smiled at them and nodded
confidently to herself.
“Right. You’re right. It meant exactly what I
thought it meant.”
And while she inhaled deeply and readied herself,
they heard a shout from the porch.
“There’s nothing here, Stacie! This isn’t funny!”
“Go, Chloe, go!”
In a few hurried steps, the red-headed was next to
Beca. Before either of them could say something, though, the Bellas had gotten
to the window and Stacie was piping in again.
“Oh, captain, you’re looking at the wrong place.”
“What the fuck, Stace? You told me to come
“Yes, but you’re looking on the floor. You should
look up, you know.”
And as Beca turned her head upwards, she saw it.
Her name, scratched on a mistletoe. And as she looked down again, there was
Chloe, right in front of her, underneath the mistletoe too.
The DJ gulped, because she had no idea what to do.
Well, she knew what stupid traditions said they should do now, but realizing that maybe she wanted (like, really wanted) to do it it scared her
As if things weren’t hard enough already, her Chloe
mix CD started playing (damn you,
Cynthia-Rose). And when Chloe heard her own voice, she gasped.
“I had some old Christmas files saved.”
Chloe nodded, and then they were silent again. Beca
couldn’t stand it for long, though.
“We don’t have to…”, and not knowing how to say it,
she awkwardly pointed upwards.
Chloe, however, stepped closer. Ready for a heavy
moment, Beca was really caught off guard when Chloe smiled brightly and sang to
the recorded sound of her own voice.
“All I want
for Christmas is you.”
“Oh, no. No, no, no. That’s the dorkiest thing you could do right now, and I won’t take it.
You stop it right now, Beale.”
Chloe laughed happily. When it subsided to a sweet
smile, she took Beca’s hands in hers again.
“I want to, Beca. I’ve wanted to for years. And I
think you want it too, but I prefer hearing it from you, so I know that kissing
you is ok. Because, again, I really want to kiss you, Beca Mitchell.”
Beca shuddered. Both because Chloe fucking Beale was talking about kissing her, and because the tenderness with which the red-headed was looking
at her and touching her was unbearable. She was reminded of lyrics she loved, “have you ever been touched so gently, you
had to cry”, and then it hit her. She knew the perfect words. They were not
hers, but Chloe had to know what they
“Is it really possible
to tell someone else what one feels?”
And when Chloe gasped
and her eyes widened in surprise, Beca gulped nervously and continued.
“Love. The reason I
dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can
There she was, bare.
She hardly had time to second-guess herself and stare nervously at Chloe’s
eyes, begging her to understand, because in a few seconds, the red-headed’s
lips were on hers. Of course she knew. Chloe always knew.
When they finally broke
apart, they ignored the hollers coming from the windows behind them.
Breathless, Chloe touched her forehead to Beca’s, softly caressing her cheeks
with her fingertips.
“You read it.”
“Well, it is your favorite book, or so I’ve been
“You memorized parts of it.”
“It was your favorite book, Chlo. I didn’t know why
I was paying so much attention or why I was even reading it. I’d never read a
book just because I was going to give it to someone before. I didn’t know why I
did it, but I do now.”
Chloe chuckled quietly.
“You’re really clueless, Beca Mitchell.”
Beca made a face, biting on her lip.
“What? What’s wrong, Beca?”
Sheepishly, the DJ opened her eyes and looked at
“Uh, in my head, sometimes… I would think of all of
you crazy nerds… as clueless.”
This time, Chloe laughed more openly.
“Oh, no. You’re definitely the clueless one, Beca
“Shut up, Chloe Beale.”
“Make me,” Chloe defied, arching an eyebrow at the
And when they kissed again, it was good. It was
great, even, it was perfection. And
if Beca thought something cringe-worthy like Chloe being her Christmas miracle,
well, she would never say it. She had
already found out she was more clueless than those idiots. She really, really couldn’t bear being the dorkiest
Right now, though? Right now, all she was was
Chloe’s, and Beca figured she could live with that.
Like, she kind of really, really wanted to live with that.
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title: maybe you’ll find her (can you feel the tension on the wire)
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