The Basketcase and The Princess

Chapter 13

Stacie made her way down the stairs of the Bella house, there was no light other than the glow of the television. She left Aubrey exhausted and sleeping, and after checking her numerous messages off her fellow Bellas, found out that the others had headed out without her. A quick message to Cynthia to say she was on her way and she was almost out the door, just grab her jacket, almost, switch off the television, almost, and then her eyes settled on Beca and Chloe.

Asleep.

Together.

Curled.

Cute.

This was just too precious. She reached over, put her phone down and picked up Chloe's cell phone, grabbed a quick snap of it, something about the moment made Stacie think, no, know, yeah know that Chloe would want to remember it.

It's not like she had actually vocalised that she thought there was something between Beca and Chloe, heck everyone else thought something was going on between Beca and Jesse but Stacie just knew they were all wrong. Stacie knew attraction. And she felt it in abundance between Beca and Chloe.

Not that she would tell everyone they were wrong, and she was most certainly right, it wasn't her place. Nor had she said anything to Beca or Chloe about her suspicions, she didn't want to meddle.

That wouldn't stop her cheering them on from the side lines though, right?

Right.

A blanket half on the floor. That wouldn't do. She bent over, quietly, moving it back over them, tucking them in a little and left them with a smile. And a warm feeling. Buzzing, tingling. Although come to think of it, that could still be the aftershocks of her own time with Aubrey.

Beca woke at the sound of the door closing. Stillness. Quiet. Her eyes fluttered open but she couldn't see anything, though she felt a weight across her. Straining her eyes to adjust. She was clueless as to where she was for a few long seconds. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness that hugged her. No not just darkness hugging her, but Chloe. Her eyes settled on the sleeping face of Chloe.

Chloe.

Dreaming, she just had to be.

She held her breath as she checked each part of her body to see just casually if she was really her and not having some out of body experience. She felt her heart pounding. Yep, that was certainly the sharp familiar pain of her own heart when she was around Chloe. But this wasn't just being around Chloe this was far worse. Far better. Beca delt the light weight of Chloe in her arms. Beca curled her fingers and felt soft hair between them, then warmth radiating through the tips and her thumbs.

This just couldn't, it, no, right? How did she, what, even was happening?

Chloe moved her head. Slightly. Down. And when she settled her head from Beca's shoulder onto her chest, Beca let out a breath. Beca stroked her fingers through Chloe's hair and danced them over the back of her neck, enjoying the small hum that emitted from deep within Chloe as she continued to sleep.

Beca retraced the night in her mind, and yeah she was at the Bella house and was meant to be working on the set for the upcoming sectionals. In like literally less than a week, and they had started on a new mix. But a start was not an end polished ready to perform result. Far from it. And right now she didn't care about the mix, heck she hadn't cared enough to work on it when Chloe had suggested they watch a movie. She could've said no and insisted they worked on it, she could've half watched the movie and half worked on it, but nope, what Chloe wanted. Chloe got.

She let herself watch, more than happy to just watch. Just? There was no just when it came to anything to do with Chloe. But yeah Beca's heart was growing two sizes "just" watching Chloe asleep. In her arms. Chloe's draped around her. In each others. Wow. Maybe she had came over and had fallen asleep and now she was dreaming. Because just maybe Chloe had made an appearance in one or two of Beca's dreams before. Like maybe. The nights she had slept alone wishing and hating herself for wishing that she wasn't alone, that she was with Chloe and that damn red head had been her final thought as she fought to sleep, the thoughts of that damn red head being what kept her restlessly awake and now, somehow it had happened.