Bechloe One-Shots

We Were Never Together

Chloe gets jealous that Beca keeps checking out Kommissar so Chloe heatedly sings We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.

'You are physically flawless, but that doesn't mean I like you!'

"Really, Beca? Is that the best you have?" Chloe asks the brunette in this calm, eerie voice that makes everyone in the Bella House shut up and listen.

"Okay. I'm sorry, Chloe, but I wasn't thinking—"

"Clearly, you weren't! When will you even start thinking before saying anything?" This time the redhead raises her voice which scared the hell out of the Bellas because Chloe never raises her voice. "You are so tactless. Handing out compliments to the enemy, especially to that bitch—what was her name—Commander or whatever!"

Beca's jaw drops at being called tactless and struggles to keep her temper, but Chloe never makes it easy. "I hate you right now," she says, pointing at the other woman. "You're just jealous!"

"Oh, now you hate me?" Chloe throws her hands and shakes her head, "You are impossible to deal with, Beca. And I really hate you too right now. And fuck Kommissar!" She storms outside the door, slamming it on her way out.

Fat Amy in the background, however, manages a snide remark in every situation. "Notice how they keep saying that they hate each other but it's just 'right now'? 'Cause they're Bloe and they're forever."

"What is wrong with her?" Beca murmurs to herself, rolling her eyes. No matter how exasperated she might be acting, she still went after Chloe, this time quietly closing the door. The other Bellas, thirsty for drama, tiptoed outside silently.

"Chloe, Chloe! Where are you?" The brunette struggles to catch her breath.

"What do you care," Chloe's voice came from behind a tree. Her face was streaked with tears, big blue eyes glistening in the moonlight. "Go see your German chick."

"Chloe—I didn't mean that," Beca shakes her head, trying to erase the mistake.

"Ooh, you call me up again tonight, but—"

"What the fuck are you doing? Don't sing to me—" horrified was the right and only way to describe Beca's face.

"Ooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you

We are never ever ever getting back together," Chloe sings—more like screams—out loud in frustration, while the recipient of her song just stands back with wide eyes.

"We are never ever ever getting back together

You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,

But we are never ever ever getting back together." Chloe finishes out the song, even more tears streaming down her sweet angel face.

Beca is initially speechless but when she finds her voice, the only thing that comes out of her mouth was, "We were never together."

Chloe nods, swallowing hard, blinking back tears. "I know."

The shorter woman approaches the other, wipes the tears and cradles her hand dearly in her own small hands. "So..."

The redhead bites her lip to stop herself from crying but she still isn't meeting Beca's brown eyes. "So what?"

"You want to be together?" Beca asks Chloe carefully.

"I really hate you," Chloe whispers before kissing her.

At the distance, the other Bellas squeal in delight.

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