Pitch Perfect One-Shots

Chapter CLXI: Bechloe - Baiser Du Chef

Idea by user86973113

"Salut les filles. My name is Beca Mitchell and I shall be cooking for you this evening," Beca's French accent is all too apparent and it draws the guests in immediately. "I am very honoured to cook for my boss and her friends tonight so I would like to say merci from the bottom of my heart."

"Oh, Chloe," Stacie says. "French? Very nice. Pretty cute, too."

Chloe giggles and even more so when Stacie turns and sees her wife looking at her with a totally unimpressed expression.

"Not as cute as you, baby," Stacie takes Aubrey's hand and kisses it. "I was just being polite."

"Ah-huh," Aubrey grabs her wine and takes a sip.

The other women at table have a quiet giggle to themselves. Chloe looks up at Beca and shoots her a quick wink, making the chef blush.

Once they settle, the women go around the table and order what they'd like for dinner, Beca writing everything down at record speed.

"Wow, Chloe," Fat Amy speaks. "You've got yourself a good lookin' chef there!"

"I know, right? AND French! Got your work cut out for you there, Red!" Cynthia-Rose adds.

"Guys, come on," Chloe laughs, hiding her blush by drinking her wine. "She's just my head chef who is taking her night off to cook for us."

"How long has she been working at your restaurant for?" Aubrey asks.

"Nearly two years now. Sales have gone up because of her. She really is an amazing chef. She's so talented and everything she cooks is divine."

"Well, I'm looking forward to her dishes then."

"You're not actually mad at me, are you, babe?" Stacie whispers so only Aubrey can hear. "You know I was only being nice, right?"

The blonde turns to her wife whose eyes are glistening into hers with worry and vulnerability.

"You're too cute," Aubrey pecks her lips. "Make it up to me tonight and we'll see," she winks, sparking a fire within the brunette.

"Oh, I'll make it up to you tonight, Mrs. Conrad. Don't you worry about that."

In the kitchen, Beca whips up the meals for Chloe and her friends. Thankfully, the orders aren't too difficult to make so Beca is able to serve them all within a short amount of time.

"Profiter, mesdames! I have put my soul into these dishes so I hope you will love them with just as much love as I put into them. Prendre plaisir!"

"Thank you!" The women smile and dig into their repasts that melt in their mouths.

Beca stands at the end of the table, her hands wringing with anticipation.

"Oh, Beca..." Chloe speaks. "You've really outdone yourself this time. This is amazing!"

"Merci. Merci," Beca sighs with relief.

"Wow... This is fantastic."

"Best I've ever had."

"I need to eat at your restaurant more, Chlo, but only if Beca is my chef."

"I never want to eat anything else."

The comments warm Beca's heart and plant the biggest grin on her face as she thanks them profusely.

"No, thank YOU, Beca," says Chloe. "You took your night off to cook for me. You really are one of a kind. I can't thank you enough."

"Pas de problème, Mme Beale. I am more than happy to cook for you and your friends. It brings me great joy that you have chosen me of all people to cook for you."