Word Count: 2,000
Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Beca has never been a
drinker. She doesn’t like to and she doesn’t want to. But tonight, she didn’t
even need to take one sip—a bottle of vodka in the wrong person’s hands led to
the exposure of the DJ’s true (rainbow) colors.
Tonight was Bellas Bonding Night,
an event that their Miss Congeniality Chloe wanted all of them to always attend.
It wasn’t anything special, just a twice-a-month get-together they dedicated to
spending time with each other. Two weeks ago, they had watched Miracle in Cell
No. 7, a movie that made all of them cry, even the most badass Beca Mitchell. Before
that, they had ordered an extra-large pizza and stress-ate their way through
studying for midterm exams. And now, Stacie proposed Spin the Bottle: Truth or
Truth edition. No dares because,
according to Fat Amy, “I’m so tired to even move, my ass was kicked by cardio
Emily thought just talking would
be a good way to know her fellow sisters better because she has just been in
the organization for about two months. But regarding the game, she had one
clarification, “This will be clean
“Of course it would be clean, I
don’t think most of you would want to see each other strip here, wouldn’t you?”
Chloe giggled, her blue eyes flitting swiftly at Beca, waiting for the brunette
to catch her eye so she can give the infamous Beale wink. However, Beca’s eyes
were closed, her head bobbing as she struggled to make weird beatboxing sounds as
Lilly taught her. Right now, she couldn’t get past the boom boom tshhk.
Chloe thought she was being
discreet, sitting innocently beside Beca and giving her secret glances, but Stacie (who
was taking swigs from a vodka bottle), Fat Amy, and Cynthia-Rose definitely
noticed. Chloe was so indiscreet that even Emily noticed, and the freshman
couldn’t hide her grin of excitement. Ever since she entered the Bellas, she
just assumed that the two were together, and much disappointment stumped her
when Fat Amy told her neither Beca nor Chloe has confessed. However, Legacy has
made it her mission to push the two Captains together whenever there was a
“Count me in!” Emily sort of
bounced from the sofa in a very puppy-like manner and sat on the living room
carpet between Stacie and Fat Amy. Among all the Bellas, those two were the
ones she was most comfortable with.
“Hey Stace, stop drinking,”
Cynthia-Rose didn’t even give the tall woman a warning; she just took the vodka
bottle from the other’s hands, screwed the cap on, and positioned it sideways
at the center of their little circle. “You ready, aca-bitches?”
“Bitch,” Stacie rolled her eyes
but she didn’t leave the group.
The first spin, it was Chloe who
was interrogated. Jessica asked her skeptically, “Do you have one class that
you haven’t failed?”
The redhead smiled positively,
nodded and said, “Of course. I can never fail Voice Class, can I? That would be
ridiculous, being co-Captain of a three-time collegiate a cappella champion
Beca beside her knit her eyebrows
and added, “Seriously, dude? Anything else you haven’t failed?”
“Uhhh… Music Theory? I’ve been
taking it for three years.” Even when facing failure, Chloe wasn’t the one to
put on a shameful look. She merely shrugged.
Ashley sensed the awkwardness
building so she clapped her hands and loudly said, “Okay! Next, spin it, Chloe!”
The bottle pointed at Stacie who
was silently leaning against the couch with heavily hooded eyes. Still halfway
to being sober, they noticed. She raised her eyebrows at them, “Ask up, I don’t
bite… most of the time,” she giggled.
“Is it true you sleep with four
guys at the same time?” Emily blurted out before she could filter it through
her brain and upon realizing what she said, she put a hand on her mouth and
gasped. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to ask that—I was just really curious because Fat Amy here told me—”
The blonde Australian protested, “Hey,
it was our secret, Legacy!”
“—Oh no, I’m sorry—”
“You’re really crazy, Legacy,”
Stacie deadpanned, shaking her head. “Never sleep with four guys at the same time. It’s like the number
one rule of hookups. Time management is everything. And don’t listen to Fat Amy
because she’s crazy, just like you.” The sexy Bella reached out a slender hand
to twist the bottle, which turned and turned and finally pointed directly to… Beca.
The Bellas gave a chorus of “Oooh,”
because the co-Captain’s personality was still mostly obscure and mysterious.
Sure, she often threw sarcastic jokes, laughed with them, and contributed to
conversations. But to them, she was the leader, the sound, and the alt-girl; they have never really connected to her on a personal level… Well, aside from
the one ginger person sitting beside her.
Beca tried (and failed) to hide
the wide smirk that graced her face. She steeled herself for her fellow
sisters’ grilling. “I’m ready.”
Stacie jumped into the matter
right away, “So what’s your deal?” with Emily and Fat Amy silently egging on
her. “Do you, like, like guys or
girls or both?”
The question unarmed Beca whose
smirk immediately disappeared from her face. She sensitively crossed her arms
over her ample boobs and shot Stacie a lethal look. “Dude. That’s off-limits. Does this game even consider personal
“Actually, no,” Fat Amy feigned a
look of apology, shaking her head dramatically. “You need to answer everything.”
Chloe sat straight-backed, her
face looking neutral but there was a ghost of a smile on her lips. She feared
that at one glance towards Beca, she would burst out laughing and will subject
to lots of questions from the Bellas.
That’s because Chloe knew, or so
she thinks. Beca was certainly not
straight. That woman was too alternative, too badass to be straight. Not to
mention their moment in the shower on her first year, and that almost-kiss at
Beca’s first hood night, and all the countless times they have spent together
that had ensued to uncomfortable and still unresolved sexual tension. The
redhead could feel it. Beca wasn’t
straight. And she was laughing because the DJ doesn’t even realize her
“We won’t judge you, Beca,”
Cynthia-Rose said. “I came out and you didn’t judge me, remember?”
“Two moons is a good omen,” Lilly
piped from a corner, staring at the starless night sky outside the window and
shrugging at the confused faces of her fellow Bellas.
“Oh my God, guys,” Beca raised
her hands defensively, “You all stop this. I’m not talking about my sexuality
right here right now.”
“Come on, Beca, it’s not that
hard of a question,” Jessica had a wicked grin, wiggling her eyebrows.
“I don’t—I mean, I’ve never even
thought about these things—”
Stacie interrupted her. “So let
us do the work for you! Do you like boys?”
“Yeah, she does. She dated Jesse
during our first year,” Fat Amy rolled her eyes.
Beca closed her eyes and
scrunched her nose. “Stop it, you nerds.”
But nothing could stop Stacie
right now. She was on a roll, probably the vodka from earlier. “How about
girls, do you like girls?”
Emily glanced pointedly at Chloe.
The redhead’s eyes were smiling, looking down at the carpet, but she was biting
her lip trying to contain her laughter. She caught Emily looking at her and
Now was the moment for Emily to
decide which of the two is better: being a fun but an asshole person, or being
a passive yet protective person. One more look at Chloe’s smug face and she
decided to be the first kind, just for the sake of trying to be comfortable
with her newfound sisters. “Chlo? What are you saying?” she asked in a loud
voice, which gave the effect she was going for.
All heads turned towards the
redhead who blushed furiously.
“I wasn’t saying anything,” Chloe
shook her head, nervously laughing.
“Oh dammit, you guys! We all know
you and Beca are boning each other!” Fat Amy suddenly exclaimed.
Beca’s eyes bulged and she
screamed, “What? No!”
“And Beca, I’ll spell it out for
you: you’re definitely bisexual,” continued Fat Amy.
“What the hell, guys?!”
Chloe threw her hands up in
defeat, indicating she could gladly
accept Beca being bisexual. “But we’re not boning each other.” Yet, she thought, winking at Emily and
mouthing a thank you.
Smiling, Emily raised her
eyebrows to return Chloe’s gratitude.
Beca didn’t spot the secret
correspondence between the two because she was too busy freaking out, blushing,
and fighting a war inside her, all at the same time. She cut in, “I don’t think
“—you are, Beca,” Stacie reached
out and held the brunette’s tiny hand which was very cold.
“I am?” Her voice came out small
and squeaky and for a moment she looked like a tiny mouse, her eyes round and
“Yeah, remember that when you
dropped that ‘Just because you’re making
me sexually confused does not mean you’re intimidating!’ line?”
Beca rolled her eyes and buried
her face in her small hands. “Oh, dammit,” she groaned.
Later that evening, Fat Amy was
nowhere to be found, leaving Beca alone in their bedroom. The brunette was
quietly sitting on her bed, trying to focus on her German Language notes, but
her mind seemed to have an agenda of its own and kept floating towards the
One thing was certain: she doesn’t
think she’ll be facing Chloe soon, not with all the humiliation she had to go
However, Beca’s resolution died
when she heard footsteps come up the staircase and saw a redhead walk into her
room. “Hey, Becs!”
Beca threw her German notebook on
the floor, lay on the bed, hid her face under a pillow, and groaned at it. So
much about not facing Chloe. She felt Chloe’s weight on the bed as the ginger
sat down beside Beca.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” Chloe
apologized, which surprised Beca considering there wasn’t anything for her to be
The brunette replied with her
voice muffled through the pillow, “Yeah, me too.”
“Come on, talk to me like a
normal person,” Chloe pulled the pillow away.
Beca let her take the pillow but
she still couldn’t look at her and she shut her eyes. “I don’t want to talk,
Chlo. Besides what would I, an outstanding bisexual, know about normal?”
Chloe kicked off her shoes and
stretched out next to Beca. The tiny woman rolled over, her back towards Chloe,
“I’m bisexual, too, you know,”
Chloe said quietly, talking to the ceiling. “It might be confusing at first
because there will be some people who’ll make you want to choose between being
straight or gay—in this case, lesbian. They say it’s ridiculous, staying at
limbo, playing safe in the middle. My parents told me it’s just a phase I’m
going through, yet that was like six years ago and I still don’t think I’m
going to grow out of it ever. Once you figure yourself out, there’s nothing to
be scared or ashamed of. Although if you think about it, I’ve only had
boyfriends; I haven’t gotten serious with a girl yet. But I’ve been single for a
Beca paid attention but her back
was still turned to Chloe. “Why?”
Chloe was startled by the
interruption of her monologue since Beca has been so quiet. “Why what?”
She rolled over and looked at
Chloe’s brilliantly blue eyes, meeting her dark stormy ones. “Why are you
Something in Beca stirred and got
her hopes up. She hoped Chloe would say exactly what she wanted to hear. She needed to hear her say it. She knew it
was too self-centered but she just had a teeny-tiny hope that this was about… her.
Their eyes met for a brief moment
before Chloe said, “I was just waiting.”
“Oh.” Beca was about to roll over
again when Chloe placed her hand on the brunette’s shoulder, making her heart
skip a beat. She wondered if Chloe could feel it pumping and thundering wildly
in her chest.
“I was just waiting for you.”