Bechloe - A Troubled Tale

11. Low Blow

"Everyone up!" Chloe raced around the Bellas house knocking on all the doors. She also had 'We Are The Champions' blasting from Beca's speaker to wake everyone up. They had to leave in 20 minutes to get to the airport and they still hadn't packed the minivan. It was 5:10am and they were scheduled to leave at half. Once again, Emily was the first ready, after Chloe.
"I'll start packing up Chlo!" How can someone be so happy at 5am?
"Thanks Em you're the best."

Once everyone and everything was in the minivan, Chloe locked up the house. They were meeting almost everyone coming with them at the airport, some were leaving on different days. Chloe began thinking about who they would see in the next day or two, Kommissar. She wasn't worried anymore though. Beca pinky promised, and she loved her more than music.
That was enough for Chloe.

Chloe had organised the seating for the plane, it went as follows;
Chloe, Beca, Random (aisle) Amy, Lilly, Flo
Emily,Jessica,Ashley(aisle)Random,CR,Random
Aubrey, Stacie, Random (aisle) Randoms

Chloe had thought this through for weeks. Her and Beca would be together for obvious reasons. Amy and Emily were at opposite sides because of Amy's incessant bullying towards the young girl. Lilly and Flo were with Amy because neither of them talked very much so Amy could talk to them. Jessica and Ashley were with Emily because Emily was the only one to involve them in anything. CR was alone because Stacie didn't want to be near her and Beca and Chloe wanted to be alone. Aubrey and Stacie were together because, weirdly, Aubrey requested it.
Aubrey, and a lot of other old Bellas, were there as part of the performance to try and connect with the audience better. To show some heart. They all hoped it would work well for them.

Once they arrived in Copenhagen, they made their way to the hotel. They had two rooms; one captain room for Beca and Chloe, and another for all the others. The two leaders felt bad about this but there was three doubles in the big room and they had to share a small twin bed, which they didn't mind all that much.
The first day was enjoyable for all the girls. They did a bit of sightseeing and ate a lot of fish. They had to head back to the hotel early enough so they wouldn't lose sleep. The competition was the next day.

Chloe had everyone awake at 9:45am, she felt this time wasn't too early and gave them the right amount of sleep to be able to perform well. It was a long day until their performance time at 4:30pm. They spent the whole day practicing and getting ready. They arrived to the site at 3:15pm only to have the first group see them be DSM. They walked over. Chloe grabbed ahold of Beca's hand when Kommissar walked right up to her.
"So, tiny mouse. We meet again."
Chloe cut in before Beca could respond.
"Sorry, we can't talk right now. Maybe after we win?"
"Oh funny. You think you will win. Good luck with that, tiny mouse protector." And with that, Kommissar laughed and walked off with the rest of her team trailing behind.
"Just ignore her Chloe." Beca squeezed Chloe's hand in reassurance. Chloe pecked Beca's cheek.

DSM were on right before the Bellas, when they came off Kommissar went really close to Beca and whispered something in her ear. Chloe could see Beca getting uncomfortable and she walked towards her.
"We're going on now." She pulled Beca away.
"What did she say Beca?" Chloe sounded mad.
"Nothing Chlo. She was insulting us." Beca half lied.
"Why did you get so uncomfortable?" Beca forgot that Chloe could read her like a Dr. Seuss book, she was easy and predictable.
"Okay, by insult I mean she was being homophobic."
"What?" Chloe felt so stupid now that she had been intimidated by such a low person.
"Just forget it Chlo. She doesn't matter. She's nothing."
"Yeah you're right Beca." Chloe kissed Beca and they walked on stage.
They crushed the performance, as always, and as soon as they finished Chloe and Beca fell into a warm embrace on stage. They didn't care who was watching them. They were in love. That was enough for them and they didn't give a shit who saw them and what they thought.