Pitch Perfect One-Shots

Chapter CI - Bechloe: Too Much

Idea by CBClay

Chloe Beale loved Beca Mitchell and Beca Mitchell loved Chloe Beale. They adored each other to the point where they were sickly cute with one another. They always spent time together and they did everything together. They were pretty much attached at the hip. It was cute when they first got together since they couldn't keep their hands to themselves and whatnot and the Bellas put up with it for quite some time. However, they eventually got a bit over it when the women kept expressing too much PDA in front of them in and out of the Bellas House.

The Bellas thought it was sweet that Beca and Chloe still had that spark a year down the track but the Bellas didn't want to see the two of them groping each other and making out heavily as if they were alone. The Bellas thought they were an adorable couple and they loved seeing them be sweet on one another but there were some things they didn't particularly want to see such as them making out like teenagers, touching each other in places people shouldn't see, and saying things that were definitely NOT appropriate for others. To put it simply, the Bellas were tired of it. They loved Beca and Chloe but they were over it.

"Is someone getting the popcorn ready?" Fat Amy asked as the Bellas were setting up the living room.

"It's an intervention, Amy, not a movie," Stacie reminded her.

"So, no? That's okay. I'll put some on."

Stacie rolled her eyes and put two chairs on one side of the room. Yes, it had gotten to the point where the Bellas couldn't stand it any longer. Beca and Chloe were the cutest couple in the Bellas House but the Bellas didn't want to live the next three years with Beca and Chloe acting the way that they were. They thought that the couple would settle down after a few months of dating but they never did. So, Stacie and Fat Amy took it upon themselves to hold an intervention for the couple. It may have seemed a bit excessive but after everything the Bellas put up with, an intervention was the best and only option.

"Do you think this is going to work?" Cynthia-Rose asked Stacie.

"We can only try. We can't live like this."

"You've got that right. I swear if I'm woken up one more time by their... shenanigans... I'm gonna lose it."

"I agree. At first, I didn't particularly care but now it's just getting excessive. Something's got to be done about it."

"Damn straight."

"Well, there's nothing straight about this but I get what you mean."

Cynthia-Rose chuckled just as Beca and Chloe walked through the front door of the Bellas House with their lips locked.

"For crying out loud, you two! Come on!" Fat Amy protested.

"Sorry," Chloe giggled, with a blush.

"No, you're not."

"What's going on?" Beca asked, looking at the chairs in the living room. "Game night isn't until tomorrow."

"We know. They're for you and Chloe. Sit down," Stacie ordered softly.

Beca and Chloe looked at each other perplexed before sitting. The rest of the Bellas quickly congregated in the living room and the couple felt rather intimidated.

"Right, I'm just gonna jump straight into it," Stacie began. "Beca, Chloe - we love you. We all love you, which is why we've come together this evening to talk about your PDA."

"PDA?" Beca frowned.

"Public display of affection."

"I know what PDA is, Stacie. What about it?"