She's the Man (Acapella remix)

Fuck It

Oh fuck, I'm gay.
Or just gay for Chloe?

The alcohol in her system was making it difficult for Beca to come to a solid conclusion.

But she knew for certain that she very much enjoyed that kiss.

She wanted to kiss her again.
More than kiss her, actually.

Beca had made a fast dash into the bathroom after locking lips with Chloe.

She needed to calm down.
Or freak out.
Either one.
But in private.

Beca leaned against the bathroom counter.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror.

Seeing her brother stare back at her.
Which was the worrying part of it.

Was Chloe attracted to this fake facade?
Would the real person underneath be enough?

Again, Beca was way too intoxicated to make a clear judgment.

One thing was for certain.

If she never kissed Chloe again, she might die.

Chloe's strawberry chapstick still lingered on Beca's lips.

It was driving her insane.

Beca knew she couldn't hide in the bathroom the rest of the night.
But if she faced Chloe again, she wouldn't be able to control herself.

She needed to get out of there and fast.

Unfortunately, Beca was met with those beautiful blue eyes when she opened the bathroom door.

Blue eyes that were filled with uncertainty and concern maybe?

"Hey...are you okay," Chloe asked.

"Uh...yeah, yeah. Just needed a minute," Beca stuttered.

Chloe timidly chewed on her bottomed lip.

"Was that...are we okay," she asked.

Beca couldn't stand to see this version of Chloe.
Uncertain. Shy. Embarrassed.

She needed to reassure her.
Make the sunshine fill those blue eyes again.

Fuck it, Beca thought.

"Yeah," Beca whispered as she pulled Chloe into her.

Beca crashed her lips into Chloe's as she pulled her into the bathroom.

Closing the door with her foot, Beca gently pressed Chloe into it.

Gripping her waist, Beca softly kissed those strawberry flavored lips.

Chloe seemed to be processing what was happening because she hadn't really responded at all.

After a moment's hesitation, Chloe kissed Beca back.

Beca swiped her tongue across Chloe's bottom lip.
Begging for entrance, which Chloe eagerly allowed.

Beca's tongue softly collided with Chloe's as they danced for dominance.