a pitch perfect/glee fic
Title: We're Singing the Same Song (Even If the Lyrics Aren't the Same)
Author: slacker_d
Crossover: glee/Pitch Perfect
Pairing/Characters: eventual Rachel/Quinn, Beca/Chloe
Summary: Beca Mitchell is falling for Chloe Beale, while her roommate Quinn Fabray seems to be in love with Rachel Berry. Will they ever tell them how they feel?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: Pitch Perfect and general glee spoilers
Part Five
Rachel knew she owed a lot of musicals, it is after all her first love. But seeing them all laid out on her bed, makes her question the wisdom of bringing every single DVD she owns with.
"It's like having my very own RedBox in the room," Chloe comments.
"Perhaps," Rachel replies. "Though I doubt anyone would be renting this anytime soon." She holds up a DVD.
"Funny Face," Chloe reads as she turns the case over. "Yeah, I suppose not."
"I've got a few that might appeal to your non movie watching crush," Rachel says, gesturing to the small stack of DVDs on her desk. "Anything I should add?"
Chloe looks over the remaining movies on the bed. "Oooh, I'm going to watch this later."
"You've seen it before?"
"It was my grandfather's favorite movie," Chloe replies. "When the Michael Douglas remake came out, he was pissed for months."
"Well, I agree that this one is better," Rachel says. "You can't beat Peter Falk and Alan Arkin together."
A knock on the door a moment later, brings a grin to Chloe's face.
…
"You look nervous."
"I'm not nervous," Quinn replies.
"Oh, sorry, my mistake," Beca chuckles. "Are you done pacing so we can go?"
"I can't believe they live in the same dorm," Quinn says.
"Chloe ambushing me in the shower wasn't enough of a clue?"
Quinn shrugs. "This is college. Rules don't always apply, right?"
"That sounds like a movie tag line."
"I'll keep that in mind if I ever write a movie script."
…
The sheer awe in Quinn's eyes as she sees how many movie musicals Rachel owns actually makes her smile. No one has ever really seen the extent of her collection, except for the three other girls in the room and Rachel's thankful that her obsession doesn't make her a freak like it did in high school.
Of course trying to pick an actual movie to watch is much more difficult. Rachel ends up playing twenty questions with Beca in order to narrow down the choices. The musicals are out, which Rachel assumed. The dramas are also out, as well as the few horror movies Rachel has, that she's not sure how she acquired.
"No Shakespeare either."
"But it's a comedy," Rachel protests.
"I'm pretty sure it's everything about movies that Beca hates," Quinn comments.
"Yeah, but it was originally a play," Rachel counters.
"Yeah, but everything predictably works out in the end."
"It has too," Rachel protests. "His tragedies are too damn depressing."
"How about an old school black comedy?" Chloe says, holding up Heathers.
Beca takes it and quickly scans the back. "Acceptable."
Rachel smirks when Quinn lets out a literal sigh of relief.
…
Beca can admit there are worst things to be doing on a Friday night, though Rachel is definitely unusual. "Why do you have your own projector?"
"Because musicals are meant to be watched on a big screen," Rachel replies.
"All right."
"I know it seems a bit extreme," Rachel admits. "But it's small and portable and actually works in this crazy little dorm room."
Looking around, Beca nods. They're lined up on Rachel's bed, facing Chloe's side of the room because she has more open wall space to aim the projector at. She's having a hard time not grinning at her roommate, who is sitting on end of bed next to Rachel. Chloe is next to her and Beca on the other end. She knows the seating arrangement was deliberate on Quinn's part and she just hopes the blonde is pleased with how the evening goes.
…
It's been a while since Rachel has watched Heathers. She tends to pick musicals and most of the other movies in her collection are gifts. Weirdly this one was a birthday gift from her dads. It was part of a six pack of movies that included: Sixteen Candles, Say Anything, The Breakfast Club, Footloose, and oddly, Bring it On.
She's pretty confident that Chloe and Quinn have seen it before, but knowing Beca's aversion to movies, as well as the attention she's actually giving the screen, Rachel doesn't think Beca has. She doesn’t seem to be suffering too badly, though that may have more to do with how closely Chloe's pressed herself against Beca. With the four of them on the small bed, the close contact could be brushed off as innocent. Rachel knows it isn't and she wonders what Beca believes. Thinking back to what Quinn said the other day, part of her wonders about how truthful the blonde was being about Beca's feelings towards Chloe. Not that she thinks Quinn lied, but for some reason Rachel wonders if Beca liking Chloe is the only reason the four of them are hanging out.
…
Beca is surprised to find herself enjoying the movie. The humor matches her own and it's filled with so many odd phrases that Beca wants to start using just to see people's reaction. "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw", actually makes her laugh out loud. When she does, she notices that Chloe seems to be smiling at her enjoyment of the movie. It makes her feel warm all over in the most unexpected way.
Though she can at least admit to herself that she actually likes being around Chloe, these other feeling that seem to be surfacing are a bit more disconcerting. She'd only come to Barden to get her dad off her back and had hoped, even before he made his offer earlier in the week, that she could get away with only attending one year. After all, if she gave it the old college try, pun intended, he couldn't fault her, could he?
Meeting Quinn had been both a relief and a let down. A relief because she hadn't been looking forward to an awkward year of sharing a space with someone who disliked her and vice versa. But also a let down, because friendship can be a slippery slope. Because once a person starts opening up to one person, more people just seem to follow. For example, Matt and possibly Chloe.
Though she can hear her mom's voice in her head, reminding her that she shouldn't make life choices just to piss off her dad, no matter how amusing it may be.
…
When the movie finishes, Rachel's surprised to realize that she's curious to know if Beca actually liked the movie. She just barely holds back a giggle when she sees that Chloe and Quinn also look eager to know.
"Jeez, guys, it's just a movie," Beca says when she notices the other three looking at her. "And it wasn't the worst ninety minutes I've ever experienced."
"High praise indeed," Quinn says, wryly. "We all heard you laugh, Beca."
"Fine," Beca huffs. "Congrats on picking a movie that doesn't suck."
"Even with your ridiculous standards," Quinn adds.
"You're just mad that I didn't like your favorite movie," Beca retorts.
"How can you hate The Princess Bride?" Quinn questions.
"I didn't say I hate it," Beca replies. "I just said it wasn't my type of movie."
"Right. No rom coms for you."
"So is that no to another movie?" Rachel interrupts, smirking. For some reason, the two of them arguing is adorable. From the look on Chloe's face, Rachel's pretty sure she agrees.
Shaking her head, Beca apologizes. "Sorry. One movie a day is my limit."
"You make it sound like some sort of condition," Chloe laughs.
"It's just that nothing ever works out like it does in the movies," Beca says. "And too much exposure makes a person expect such things."
"Speaking from experience?" Quinn asks.
Beca shakes her head.
"C'mon," Chloe says. "You can't say something like that and not follow up."
"No," Beca replies. "I'm not going to--this isn't going to become some sort of sharing session."
"Why not?" Rachel asks, amused and trying to hide it.
"Because I didn't agree to that."
"I thought it was kind of implied," Chloe muses.
"Not to me," Beca protests.
"What if I go first?" Chloe asks. "And then we can all share one thing?"
"What?" Quinn exclaims. "I don't know about that."
"It doesn't have to be anything big," Rachel says quietly, nudging the blonde with her shoulder.
"I will if, Beca will," Quinn says after a long moment.
"Thanks, Quinn," Beca retorts.
Quinn just shrugs.
Chloe, Rachel and Quinn wait until Beca lets out a long suffering sigh. "Fine."
"Yay," Chloe says. "Okay, so me first then? So the reason I want to join the Bellas, even though I know that they're not going to be the most supportive group of girls I could surround myself with, is because I need music in my life. They seem to be the only viable option of singing every day on this campus. A cappella seems to have taken over and I assume that's why there isn't a glee club or even a choir. And I know the only way I'm going to make it through the next four years is if I'm singing."
Rachel leans into Chloe. "It's like we're on the same page. Well, at least about the singing part."
"Yeah, well, you have voice lessons like every day," Chloe points out.
"Practicing every day is the only way I'm getting to Broadway," Rachel replies. "So who's next?"
"You are," Quinn says.
Shaking her head slightly, Rachel smiles. "Fine. I, uh, have two dads."
"Like a step dad or…" Beca trails off as it seems to sink in. "Oh. Cool."
"That's not a big deal, Rach," Chloe says.
"It is in a small Midwestern town," Rachel replies. "We get harassed. A lot."
"That sucks," Quinn says. "But I understand. That would have happened if you lived in Lima too."
"I'm not sure if I find that comforting or disappointing," Rachel replies.
After a moment of silence, Chloe looks at Quinn and Beca. "So who's next?"
Both Beca and Quinn seem to be looking around the room and avoiding Chloe and Rachel's curious looks.
"We had a deal," Chloe continues.
"The only reason my dad let me come to Barden," Quinn starts. "Is because it's so far away from Ohio. That way if I ever do anything else so reputation damaging like I did while in high school, most of his friends and colleagues won't hear about it. My older sister is the golden child and I'm the screw up."
"Didn't you say you were Salutatorian?" Beca asks.
"But not Valedictorian," Quinn replies, bitterness dripping from her voice.
"Parents," Beca sighs.
Quinn nods. After a moment, she looks expectantly at Beca.
It takes a minute or two, but Beca finally begins speaking. "There was this guy in high school, Jesse. He was really into me. But he was always… He was so into movies. He actually wanted to score movies one day. And no matter how many times I tried to tell him I wasn't interested in watching movies with him, he still kept trying. He'd throw out all these various movie scenarios at me as an argument as to why I should give him a chance. But I wasn't interested, because honestly he lost me when he told me I was like one of those girls who's all dark and mysterious, but then when she takes off her glasses, you realize that she was beautiful all along."
"He said that?" Chloe asks, looking irritated.
Beca nods. "He kept it up for two years. He tried every movie cliché he could think of and it made me hate movies. I mean, I was never a big fan before, but because of him, I purposely avoid movies if I can."
Chloe pulls Beca into a hug, obviously surprising her, but she doesn't fight it. "If you'll let us, we'll give you good memories about movies. Okay?"
Rachel watches Beca nod and lean slightly more into Chloe's embrace.
…
Beca's surprised how she doesn't want to push Chloe away, which is her usual response to a hug; especially one given without warning. But for some reason, she feels safe in Chloe's arms and not claustrophobic like she usually does. Maybe making a friend or two isn't such a bad thing.
Thankfully, there aren't any more heartfelt confessions. She's not sure she could take any more sharing and opening up. Instead, they talk about their classes and professors. Quinn talks about her male psychology professor who seems to have a woman's underwear fetish because she accidently caught a glance of a garter belt when he was retucking in his shirt one day after class. After that, Rachel mentions a girl she met at the a cappella auditions, named Fat Amy and shares the commentary that she was spurting throughout the auditions.
When Beca and Quinn leave hours later because it's very late, Beca finds herself pulled into a tight hug by Chloe. And finds she doesn't mind it. The redhead does the same to Quinn, causing a look of surprise on the blonde's face that makes Beca burst out laughing. She shares a smile with Rachel, who thankfully is making no show of trying to hug her.
"Not the worst way to pass some time," she says, instead.
Beca nods. "Thanks for putting up with my, uh, movie thing."
"Completely understandable," Rachel replies. "If it's one thing I understand is overly pushy high school boys."
They share a smile and Beca thinks that she could actually be friends with this girl, Quinn's crush. Early in the evening, it was easy to see why Quinn liked her, though the blonde claimed it was her voice, which Beca has yet to hear, but after spending the past few hours hanging out, Beca might even consider Rachel a friend.
"You totally had a good time," Quinn says as they're walking back to their room.
"Eh, it didn't suck," Beca replies. "Did it go the way you were hoping?"
Quinn nods. "I just wanted to get to know her better."
"And?"
"She's even more incredible than I thought."
"You got it bad, Q," Beca smirks.
"Like Chloe doesn't already have you wrapped around her little finger," Quinn counters.
"She does not," Beca grumbles.
"Does too."
"Does not."
"Does too."
"Does not."
"Does too."
"Oh, look, here's our room," Beca says, quickly unlocking the door and rushing inside. She slams the door behind her, hoping to win the argument that way. It doesn't work
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt," Quinn says when she enters.
"God that sounds like something my dad would say," Beca groans.
…
"That went well," Rachel says as she shuts the door after Beca and Quinn.
Chloe nods.
"You're pleased?"
"She's absolutely adorable," Chloe replies.
"Well, then maybe we can make this a regular thing," Rachel suggests.
"Definitely," Chloe agrees.
Part Six
Beca hands Luke another one of her mixes in exchange for a crate of CDs. She assumes he has a pile of her flash drives sitting in the booth because it's the only place she's not allowed to be. She knows he's not listening to any of them, but she can hope that maybe one day he'll get bored enough to give one a listen one day. Besides, getting used to rejection is definitely something she needs to do.
Matt is already there with his own crate of CDs. Beca wonders if he's always early now to make up for being late that very first day.
"So how was movie night?" he asks.
"Fine."
"What movie did you watch?"
"Heathers."
"Classic," Matt replies.
Beca shrugs. "It didn't suck."
"See that's your problem," Matt says.
"What is?"
"Whoever's been trying to get you to watch movies has been pushing the wrong ones," he replies. "I mean, I'm not saying that you're wrong about your assessment of movie plots. Things can be quite predictable, but there are plenty that aren't. It's just a matter of wading through all the shit to find the gold."
"Maybe," Beca agrees. "But then, don't you have to sit through a lot of crap first? I'd rather be doing a lot of other stuff."
"Well, I didn't mean literally watching everything," Matt says. "There's too much out there. But if you watch something and you hate it, then you can probably cross out some others without watching."
"Listen, Matt, I like you," Beca says, as she pauses for a moment. "But if our all our interactions here are going to be about you trying to make me like movies…"
"Fair enough," Matt replies, holding up his hands. "How about this, then? You and me hang out tonight and discuss music. I promise I won't bring up any movies. But if you bring one up, I'm taking the conversation and running."
"Fine," Beca says.
…
Chloe got into the Bellas. Not that Rachel is surprised. She's getting ready to hang out with Mike when there's a knock on the door. Chloe answers it and is immediately dragged away. Then the girl that Fat Amy said was called Lizze sticks her head in and explains that they're kidnapping Chloe for Hood Night which apparently is a time honored a capella tradition at Barden.
Rachel just nods and Lizzie slams the door behind her. Rachel is surprised that she actually received an explanation, especially since Fat Amy had been adamant that Lizzie was a complete and utter bitch. Considering the momentary panic Rachel had felt at seeing Chloe dragged out of the room, Rachel's willing to bet that in previous years someone had freaked out at seeing that.
She wonders what else Hood Night entails. She's also curious who else got in. She hopes Beca did, for Chloe's sake. Rachel knows her roommate could use a friendly face in that sea of mean girls. She also knows that Chloe is stronger than most people see her as, but Rachel can't help but worry anyway.
…
Beca knocks on Matt's door, feeling silly. She can't believe she's actually hanging out with someone and not spending the night alone in her room working on a mix. College is ruining her.
The door is answered by a tall Asian guy and Beca does a double take. Even though Matt's a freshman too, for some reason, Beca never considered the fact that he has a roommate.
"Hey, I'm looking for Matt," she says.
"Beca?"
She nods.
"I'm Mike," he says, stepping aside and letting her in. "He just went to the bathroom. He should be right back."
"Cool. Thanks." She sits on what she's pretty sure is Matt's bed, since Mike is on the other side of the room, putting on shoes. "You don't have to leave on my account."
He looks up smiling. "Don't worry about it. I have a date."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I mean, Matt thinks you're pretty cool, though, so maybe we can all hang out another time."
"Oh. Cool. Ah, have a good time."
"Thanks," he smiles as he stands. "We're going to see a local band that's supposed to be pretty good. I gave Matt the info in case you guys are interested."
"Thanks."
Mike shrugs. "Matt said that music is like your thing, so I thought I'd offer."
"Maybe," Beca replies. "Matt wasn't that specific about what we're doing. He just said that there'd music involved somehow."
"Just don't let him show his dance moves," Mike says. "He does all right, but it's still…"
"Hey, I resent that," Matt says, entering the room. "We can't all be dancing prodigies, like you are, man."
"You're just jealous of my awesomeness," Mike retorts.
"Whatever," Matt replies. "Go away. Tell Rachel I say hi."
Mike nods. "Later."
"Rachel?" Beca asks, afraid of the answer.
"Yeah, this girl in his dance class. Guess she's got this awesome voice that you would never believe comes from someone for short."
Beca feels her heart sink for Quinn. "And they're dating?"
Matt shakes his head. "I think it's the first date, actually."
"Oh."
…
The name of the band is The Freerunners. It makes Rachel wonder if the name means something besides the obvious. Mike doesn't seem to know either.
"How'd you hear about these guys?" Rachel asks when Mike returns, handing her a bottle of water.
"Professor Banks," Mike replies. "I guess they graduated two years ago and they still like to play at The Union since it's the bar where they got their start. They've got a couple CDs out and have a bit of a following."
"Cool."
They end up talking about classes and what kind of ridiculous routines their Advanced Tap professor is going to torture them with next as they wait for the show to start.
…
For some reason, Beca can't get the idea of Rachel being on a date with Mike out of her head. Probably because Quinn seems so damn into the girl, that Beca's almost afraid to tell her. Even if she's not really the type to care about that sort of thing or try to sugar coat things.
Matt senses her distraction and she apologizes.
"It's fine."
"It's not you," Beca says. "It's me."
Matt smirks. "Are you breaking up with me already?"
Beca smacks him on the arm. "I just meant that you're not boring, I'm just distracted."
"Thanks?" Matt looks around for a moment. "Maybe we just need to get out of the room."
"I guess."
"Let's grab some food and then we'll figure something out, okay?"
Beca nods and follows Matt out of the room.
…
Rachel has to admit she actually likes The Freerunners. It's definitely not her usual type of music, but their music is catchy and the lyrics aren't completely stupid. She finds herself easily tapping her foot along with the beat.
Mike is similarly taping out the beat with his fingers and when he looks over at Rachel and sees her swaying slightly to the music, he holds out his hand.
"Wanna dance?"
Rachel nods, takes his hand and follows him onto the dance floor.
…
After grabbing a burger, they end up deciding to check out the band that Mike is taking Rachel to see. Matt says he and Mike have similar music taste and that's why he's interested. Beca sites her love of watching live performances, though she really wants to spy on Rachel.
What shocks Beca the most about her relationship with Quinn is how quickly it's evolved. Normally it takes forever for her to open up and consider someone a friend; trusting people is too risky. But with Quinn, she just feels like they understand each other. She thinks it might the shared pain of both having daddy issues. Seeing how Mr. Fabray treats his daughter angered Beca when she first met Quinn. Now that they're friends, she doubts she'd be able to keep a civil tongue around him. She's not too worried. The way Quinn talks, Beca doubts they'll be back down to see their daughter until she graduates.
It probably helps that Quinn's witnessed plenty of Beca's own dad altercations. Shared pain does a lot to bring people together.
Which is why Beca is follows Matt to The Union to spy on Rachel and possibly hear some good live music.
…
It's been a while since Rachel danced just for fun. Most of her dancing over the past few months has been class or training related. It helps that Mike's an amazing dancing. The music just seems to flow through him while Rachel just tries to keep up.
"So you like 'em?" Mike asks, pulling her close.
"I'll admit they're better than I was expecting," Rachel replies, smirking.
"Is that a dig at my musical taste, Ms. Berry?"
"Certainly not," Rachel says. "But all you could tell me is that they were a local favorite. That's not that much to go on."
"No, I suppose it's not," Mike agrees. A new song starts, it's a lot more upbeat. Mike grins at her. "Wanna show 'em what we can do?"
Rachel nods, letting out a delighted giggle.
…
Mike is easy enough to spot when they step inside The Union. Beca immediately spots him and Rachel on the dance floor. He's spinning her around and they're both wearing big smiles.
Matt sees them as well. "Wanna go say hi?"
"Uh, sure."
They push their way across the dance floor and Matt tapes Mike on the shoulder mid spin. It seems to take him by surprise, but he finishes the spin and gives Matt a hug hello as one fluid movement. It's obvious to see why Matt called him a dancing prodigy.
"Hey Beca," Mike greets.
"Hi."
"Beca, hi," Rachel says, upon seeing them both. "Hey Matt."
"Rachel."
"Bored of him already?" Mike asks, elbowing Matt.
"We were curious about the band," Matt replies.
"We have a table," Mike says, pointing to a little table in the corner. "You wanna show Beca, Rachel and we'll get some more drinks?"
Rachel nods and Beca follows her as she weaves through the crowd.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm kinda sad to see you right now," Rachel says.
"Um, how am I supposed to take that?" Beca asks, annoyed.
"Well, it's just that Chloe got kidnapped for Hood Night and I guess if you're here and not with her, then that means you didn't get into the Bellas."
"Oh. Yeah, probably not."
"I mean, if they'd showed up at the room, Quinn would have called you, right?"
"Right," Beca agrees, wondering what the hell she's going to do now.
"You look worried," Rachel says.
"I don't think my dad is going to be too pleased with me," Beca replies.
"Because you didn't get in?"
Beca nods. "He wants me to get involved. We made a deal. And now that I didn't get in, I'm not sure what I'm going to do."
"They're always looking for help with the shows," Rachel tells her. "Maybe if you helped out, that would be enough for your dad?"
"Maybe."
"I could come plead your case," Rachel continues. "Tell him I was at the audition and that you were the best there. You should have gotten in."
"Should have," Beca huffs. "Life is filled with should haves."
"Yes, well, I suppose that's true."
"So you're dating Mike?" Beca asks, desperate to change the subject.
"Um, not dating. We're hanging out. I mean, I suppose this could be seen as a date, but I've seen no sign either way that it is or isn't."
"Oh. Well, when I ran into Mike earlier, he called it a date," Beca says.
"Well, then I suppose that answers that question, doesn’t it."
"I just got you water," Matt says, setting a bottle down in front of Beca. "Didn't know what else to get you."
"That works," Beca replies.
"So what were you girls talking about?" Mike asks, sitting next to Rachel.
"It seems that Beca here didn't get into the Bellas," Rachel replies.
"How do you know?" Matt asks.
"Because they stopped by my room earlier and took Chloe for initiation," Rachel explains.
"Oh, sorry to hear that, Beca," Matt says.
"Thanks, I guess."
"More time to stack CDS, then."
"That is not a positive," Beca retorts.
"You could always join the High Notes," Mike suggests, smirking.
"Do you have to be a stoner to join?" Beca asks. "Or just be really unmotivated to sing? Because I could definitely do the latter."
"Do you really think that group cares about rules?" Rachel questions.
"I suppose not," Beca replies. "I guess if I get desperate enough."
"You totally should," Matt says. "You could sit with them on the lawn working on your mixes while they're, uh, practicing and it's like killing two birds with one stone."
"Or with one stoner," Rachel adds.
Mike groans. "That was horrible. And I'm not sure that it quite works."
"Hey, at least I tried."
…
The four of them end up hanging out and talking long after the band's done playing. Rachel finds herself liking Beca more and more. She seems to be an endless fount of knowledge about music, every genre and time period. Beca actually spends over twenty minutes explaining her process of making a mix and Rachel finds herself fascinated. She can see why Chloe's drawn to her.
…
They part company when they return to campus. Mike walks Rachel back to her room, while Matt offers to walk Beca back to hers. Thinking of the rape whistle, Beca nods and they slowly trudge across campus.
"You know Rachel lives in the same dorm as me," Beca says after a few minutes of silence.
"Really?" Matt asks. "I guess we could have walked back together, then."
"Well, aren't they kinda on a date?" Beca questions.
"Oh. Yeah. I guess."
"You guess?"
"Well, I just worry because Mike asked Rachel if she wanted to hang out, so it's possible that she doesn't think of it as a date."
"She does now," Beca mutters.
"What? Why?"
"Because I told her that Mike considers it a date," Beca replies, feeling like an idiot. She hopes she didn't fuck things up for Quinn. Then again, it's not like they know if Rachel even likes girls. Maybe this is just the confirmation that she doesn't.
"Oh, well then that changes things, doesn't it?"
Beca nods and they remain quiet until they reach Baker Hall.
"We'll plan better the next time we hang out," Matt tells her.
"Yeah," Beca replies. "Though tonight wasn't terrible."
"Thanks," Matt smirks. "I'm glad to hear I met your apparently low standards."
"Well, it's not like we don't spend enough time together already," Beca replies. "I just figured that maybe too much expose would make us hate each other or something."
"Right. You just wanted another excuse to be an anti social misfit," Matt replies. "Don’t worry, I won't drag you out too often."
"Thank you for understanding."
He waits until she's actually inside the building before walking away. Beca finds it quite sweet. Sighing, she heads to her room, wondering what she's going to tell Quinn about what she observed tonight.
Part Seven
The room is empty when Rachel returns from what was apparently a date with Mike. Initiation must be a long and drawn out event. Even though she's sorry that Beca didn't get into the Bellas, Rachel is glad that she was able to spend some time with Beca. Because of Chloe's crush, Rachel knows she'll be seeing a lot more of Beca, and Rachel is now relieved to know Beca's someone that she'd actually want to spend time around, even without Chloe pushing. Especially since Rachel doesn't make friends all that easily. She has a feeling that Beca doesn't either.
Thinking about Beca makes Rachel think of Quinn. The blonde is difficult to read. The fact that she would approach a stranger on behalf of her roommate endears her to Rachel, though. It's really sweet.
Apparently Quinn is a theater major, though Rachel only shares History of Theater with her. Rachel's quite curious about what Quinn wants to specialize in. The blonde claims she's not that great of a singer, but Rachel's still curious to hear her. Rachel's not sure if she believes her anyway since Beca claimed something similar and her a cappella audition was a thing of beauty.
Maybe Rachel'll ask Quinn if she wants to hang out after their next History of Theater class.
…
Quinn is not pleased when Beca tells her about her evening. Beca looks almost apologetic about it, as if it's her fault that Rachel went out on a date. Which it isn't; Quinn can admit that, she shouldn't take her anger out on the messenger
"It was only a first date," Beca offers. "And Rachel wasn't even sure about that?"
This catches Quinn's attention. "Really?"
"Yeah," Beca nods. "She wasn't a hundred percent sure it was a date."
"But?" Quinn prompts.
"Mike definitely thought of it as a date," Beca finishes. "And he walked her back to her room."
"Do you think she gave him a good night kiss?" Quinn asks. "Because if she did, then it was definitely a date."
"And if she didn't?"
"Well then I have no idea," Quinn replies. "Maybe you can ask Matt about it."
Beca groans. "No way, dude. We are not doing that. Why don't you just ask Rachel if she likes girls? Seems easy enough."
"Just out of nowhere?" Quinn shakes her head. "Not going to happen."
"No, think about it, Q," Beca says. "It's perfect. You ask her if she likes girls. She says yes. You give her a picture of a flower you've drawn--"
"I haven't--"
"--And then she totally swoons and says yes when you ask her out."
"I'm not doing that," Quinn says.
"Why not? It'd totally work."
"Maybe later. After we've hung out a bit more."
"Because at that point, she'll already love you as a friend and it'll be an easy transition?" Beca asks.
"Well, it sounds kinda stupid when you say it out loud," Quinn grouses.
…
Despite the more chaotic schedule of college, Rachel still gets up every morning at six. She tries to be as quiet as possible for Chloe's sake. Thankfully, very few people seem to get up this early and so when Rachel takes a shower, she doesn't have to feel guilty about singing while she takes a longer than normal shower each morning after she goes for a run.
One good thing about being at Barden is that the weather is warmer than it is at home. Rachel plans on running throughout the whole winter because she assumes the temperature will never drop as low as it does in Minnesota. Just because she had to leave her elliptical behind, that doesn't mean she can't keep up with her exercise regiment. It's been part of her morning routine for too long and with all the other changes recently in her life, she's glad that at least one thing can remain similar.
…
Quinn wakes up a few moments before her alarm is set to begin beeping. She quickly shuts it off before it wakes Beca. She sighs as she lies in bed. She's over five hundred miles away from home and yet she still gets up every Sunday and goes to church. She's not sure if it's out of habit or want. Though it is only her fourth Sunday here. Maybe once things get a bit busier, going to church won't be an option. However, if Quinn's honest with herself, and she rarely is, she'd miss not going. She finds attending church comforting.
Sighing again, she climbs out of bed and grabs what she needs to take a shower.
…
Chloe is still asleep when Rachel returns from her run. She tiptoes around the room, grabbing everything she needs to take a shower and then once again, slips quietly out of the room.
…
The one you warned me all about
The one you said I could do without
We're in an awful mess, and I don't mean maybe - please
Quinn realizes singing Papa Don't Preach is probably a little too spot on, considering her history, but she can't help it. Despite how everything turned out, one of the few good memories from junior year was singing that song with Puck, even if the circumstances were horrible. The song has always just stuck with her and has almost become her go to shower song.
Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, oh
I'm gonna keep my baby, mmm...
…
When Rachel enters the bathroom, she's surprised to hear someone singing in one of the shower stalls. She's even surprised that someone else is actually awake at this hour on a Sunday. Maybe she's not such a freak after all.
Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
It takes her a moment to realize that she recognizes the voice. It's Quinn and her voice is perfect. Rachel actually stops walking and just listens.
Oh, I'm gonna keep my baby, ooh
Don't you stop loving me daddy
I know, I'm keeping my baby
Quinn is apparently in the last stall and unwilling to make any noise and disturb this astonishing free concert she's privy to, Rachel leans against one of the stall walls and just listens.
…
When Quinn exits the shower stall, she almost slips when she hears someone clapping.
"You are a liar, Quinn Fabray."
Quinn is shocked to find Rachel standing there, obviously about to take a shower, applauding her.
"What makes you say that, Rachel Berry?" Quinn counters, trying to find her equilibrium.
"You told me that you weren't that good of a singer," Rachel replies. "What I just heard proves otherwise."
"I'm surprised you didn't burst into my stall," Quinn smirks, blushing slightly under the admiring look Rachel is giving her.
"I considered it," Rachel says. "After all, it would make a nice parallel, wouldn't it?"
Quinn chuckles. "Yes it would."
"Quinn," Rachel says, taking a few steps closer. "Your voice really is amazing. You should have tried out with Beca."
Quinn shakes her head. "I knew bitches like that in high school…" She sighs. "I was one of those bitches in high school. Barden is my attempt to be a better person. That means staying away from those judgmental Bellas."
"Oh. That's really…admirable Quinn," Rachel says.
"Thanks, but it's no big deal."
"No, really, Quinn," Rachel says, reaching out and taking Quinn's hand. And how the hell did she get so close, Quinn wonders. "It is. Change is hard. And recognizing something in yourself that you dislike and endeavoring to improve is commendable."
Now Quinn is positive her cheeks are red. "Thanks, Rachel."
"Please don't think me impolite," Rachel says, still holding Quinn's hand. "But why are you up so early? On a Sunday?"
Quinn's eyes stay on the tile floor. "Oh, um, I'm going to church."
"Don't be embarrassed, Quinn," Rachel replies, gently. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Maybe," Quinn says. "But we both know religion isn't cool."
"Well, I've never cared about being cool," Rachel tells her. "And it sounds like you're trying not to care either."
Quinn nods.
"So then there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Right?"
Quinn shakes her head.
"Would you maybe want to grab breakfast after you get back from church?" Rachel asks.
"Um, yeah," Quinn replies. "That sounds great."
"Okay," Rachel smiles. "Stop by my room whenever you get back."
Quinn nods again.
"Good. I'm going to go shower now."
"Oh. Right. I'm just gonna go… uh…"
Rachel nods and ducks into the shower stall next to the one Quinn was using. A moment later, she hears the water start and decides she better leave before she turns into some sort of weird shower creeper.
…
Rachel knows she really lucked out with Chloe as her roommate. They get along much better than Rachel could have ever hoped. However, Rachel can also admit that when Chloe told her the story of her shower encounter with Beca, Rachel had thought she was crazy. And it's not like Rachel doesn't understand how the music can make you do crazy things. The list of crazy music related things she's done is probably a mile long. But bursting in on someone's shower seems a bit too far, even for her.
However, walking in and hearing Quinn sing Madonna changed all that. It took every ounce of self control she had to not burst in on Quinn. Especially since Rachel's pretty sure that their voices would sound extraordinary together.
Maybe it's the fact that her privacy has been invaded far more times than she's comfortable that stopped her. And honestly, Quinn seems like a really private person. Rachel wants to be her friend and is insecure enough to worry that surprising someone in the shower might be off putting. Sometimes she wishes she had more of Chloe's confidence and courage.
…
When Quinn returns from church, Beca still isn't up. Not that Quinn expected her to be. She has a feeling that her roommate stayed up late working on another mix last night. Still, this is a crisis and she needs to talk to someone.
"Beca. Beca." Quinn nudges the bed with her knee. "Beca, wake up."
"No," Beca grumbles. "Go away dude."
"Beca!" This time Quinn shakes the bed. "It's an emergency."
Beca groans. "The damn building better be on fire, Fabray."
"I'm having breakfast with Rachel in a few minutes."
This seems to wake Beca up. Or at least make her open her eyes. "I'm sorry, I seem to still be asleep, did you say, you're meeting Rachel for breakfast?"
Biting her lip, Quinn nods.
"How the hell did you manage that?"
"Well, I ran into her in the shower and --"
"I'm sorry, stop a second." Beca sits up, now fully awake. "You ran into her in the shower? Like literally? Did she pull a Chloe?"
Quinn laughs. "You say that like it's a regular thing? I mean, really, when else is someone going to burst into your shower stall and demand that you sing?"
Beca raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you just tell me that it happened to you?"
"Well, Rachel decided to wait outside my stall for me to come out," Quinn replies.
"Sure, you get the more respectful stalker," Beca quips.
"She's not a stalker."
"Right. That's you," Beca replies.
"You can mock me later," Quinn says. "I'm supposed to meet Rachel in a few minutes and you have to help me."
"With what?"
"I don't know."
"Well my first recommendation is to change out of your church clothes," Beca says, gesturing to Quinn.
"Right."
Beca flops back down and pulls her pillow over her head. "Now why are you freaking out?"
"Because it's Rachel," Quinn replies.
"So? You did fine the other night," Beca says. "Just relax and talk to her. Or hell, just listen. That Rachel is a talker."
"But you and Chloe were there," Quinn points out.
"So? It's not like you're going to be alone in an isolation room with her," Beca replies. "Just relax."
"Easier said than done," Quinn mutters.
"Just do whatever you did in high school when you wanted a boy's attention."
"You mean flaunt my cheerleading skirt and then tell her she's an awesome football player?"
Beca takes the pillow off her face and looks at Quinn. "God, I would have hated you in high school, wouldn't I?"
Quinn bites her lip again. "Probably."
…
Lost in her physics text book, Rachel looks up in surprise when there's a knock on the door. She jumps up quickly to answer it since Chloe's still not awake. Rachel doesn't want to wake her because she came in late last night, rather drunk.
Rachel smiles at Quinn's little wave.
"Just give me a second," Rachel whispers. "Chloe's still sleeping."
Quinn nods.
Rachel grabs her purse and cell phone and leaves Chloe a note just in case before tip toeing out of the room and closing the door gently behind her.
"Sorry," Rachel says. "She got back really late. I guess Hood Night is an extensive process that ends with excess drinking."
"Well, we are in college," Quinn replies.
"True enough," Rachel smiles. "So do you want to just go to the cafeteria? It's probably early enough that hardly anyone will be around."
"Okay," Quinn says, nodding.
…
Rachel is right and the cafeteria is sporadically filled at best. They fill their trays with food and choose a quiet corner table. If Quinn didn't know better, she'd think it was a date. Remembering what Beca told her the night before, Quinn tries to let that thought go. It's dangerous and it just makes Quinn feel worse.
"So how long did you plan on keeping your secret from me?"
Quinn looks up in surprise and when she opens her mouth, nothing comes out. Rachel can't be talking about her crush, could she?
"You're an amazing singer Quinn," Rachel continues. "You should let people hear you sing."
"Oh. Well, I guess I never really thought about it. Singing's never really been my thing."
"Weren't you in glee club in high school?"
"Oh. Yeah. But never as a soloist or anything. Just one of the background singers."
"Still, you were good enough to get in," Rachel points out.
"Actually since our advisor was so… um, touchy feely, anyone that auditioned and could sing got in."
"That doesn't seem like a good system," Rachel says.
Quinn shrugs. "He was more about enjoying the experience than actually winning."
"Ah, I see," Rachel says. "It's probably a good thing I didn't go to your school. I'm sure he and I would have not gotten along."
"No, probably not," Quinn agrees.
"So if you're not a singer," Rachel says. "What is your emphasis?"
"Oh, just acting in general," Quinn replies. "I was in The Dining Room during my senior year and I don't know, it just seemed to make sense, you know?"
Rachel nods. "I do. When I won my first singing competition at the age of four, I was hooked. I knew I wanted to be on Broadway."
"You knew that you wanted to be on Broadway at four?" Quinn asks. "I didn't even know what Broadway was until I was in high school." Though considering how her father felt about musical theater and the gays that populated it, that isn't that surprising.
"Yes, well, not to be stereotypical, but I was raised by two gay men. My daddy's two passions are hockey and musicals." Rachel shrugs. "An odd combination, I know, but whatever makes him happy, right?"
Quinn nods.
…
Rachel is glad that her instinct about Quinn seems to be correct. Especially since she knows that Chloe wants to spend more time with Beca. Getting along with Beca's roommate will definitely help the situation. And the fact that Quinn said Beca likes Chloe as well; maybe she and Quinn can scheme a bit to push the other two towards each other? After all, Beca seems like the type that would have a hard time admitting her feelings. And while Chloe is more forward than most people, Rachel knows she's still a bit nervous about how Beca really feels about her. Rachel suppose that she didn't help by not telling Chloe that Quinn told her that Beca likes Chloe, but it just felt so high school, that she couldn't. And honestly, she didn't want to push anyone too much out of their comfort zone. The fact that the four of them had a good time together the other night is enough, in Rachel's mind.
When she and Quinn part company a few hours later, Rachel can't believe how easily the time flew by. It had taken a bit to get Quinn talking, but once she did, Rachel was delighted to listen. Once Quinn had started to open up a little, conversation had flowed with ease.
Rachel had scoffed, internally, when Chloe had told her a few weeks ago that she just knew that Beca is someone she needs in her life. But now, after talking to Quinn for hours, Rachel is reassessing that statement. Maybe her roommate was right; there are just some people you know have to be in your life. It just took Rachel a bit longer to figure out that Quinn was one of them.
Part Eight
When Beca wakes up again, it's a few hours later to an empty room. She wonders if that's a good sign for Quinn. Maybe she's managed to sweep Rachel off her feet. Beca actually chuckles at the thought since Quinn seemed far too nervous about a simple breakfast to ever be that charming.
After a very quick shower, because she's still worried about being interrupted, she's back in the room trying to decide how much she wants to study. Very little actually. Instead, she shoves her headphones on her head and sits down in front of her computer.
…
Chloe wakes up to a very quiet room. No surprise there. Rachel is an early riser. Looking around, she finds a bottle of water and some aspirin sitting on her desk. She smiles in appreciation; Rachel is awfully sweet.
After finishing most of the water, Chloe isn't ready to get out of bed. She had a great time last night. The Bellas are a little nicer with a little alcohol in them. Still, it had been a real disappointment that Beca hadn't gotten in as well. She'd been so good at auditions, that Chloe had thought there was no way they'd reject her. Apparently, she was wrong.
There's a note next to the aspirin. Chloe carefully unfolds it.
Chloe, I went to breakfast with Quinn. Hope you're not too hung over. Congratulations on getting in. Rachel
Chloe has no idea how long ago Rachel left, but it gives her an idea.
…
As usual, Beca is completely entranced in her music and so when someone taps her on the shoulder, she jumps. Beca pulls off her headphones just in time to hear Chloe giggling at her, which causes her to scowl at the redhead.
"I did knock," Chloe smiles. "Several times."
"How'd you get in?"
"It was open."
"Oh." Beca saves what she was working on. "What's up?"
"We're hanging out today," Chloe replies.
Beca raises an eyebrow. "We are?"
Chloe nods. "We are."
"Well okay, then."
…
They study first. When Chloe learns that Beca is supposed to be studying for a quiz in Into to Philosophy and reading Jude the Obscure for her lit class, the redhead declares the next few hours study hours. She then rushes out and quickly returns with her own homework and plops down on Beca's bed.
Beca eyes Chloe, but she just smiles back and pat the bed next to her. Beca sighs and clicks around on her laptop. A moment later, an unfamiliar beat begins playing and Beca sinks onto the bed next to Chloe. Grumbling, she opens her textbook and begins reading.
Smirking, Chloe inches closer to Beca, so their legs are practically intertwined and opens her own textbook.
…
Beca's surprised how easy it is to study with Chloe pressed up against her. Normally, she's very much about having her own personal space. But Chloe's already proven that she likes to invade Beca's space and Beca really doesn't mind. She tries to, honestly, because it seems like she should, but she's just really comfortable around Chloe. Realizing this throws her because there are people she's known for years that she wouldn't be sitting this close to.
She thinks back to that first day at the activities fair. She'd honestly thought Chloe a bit of a nutter, talking about kismet and the universe. Beca would love to believe everything happens for a reason, but she just can't.
Beca glances over at Chloe who seems deep into her calculus book and finds herself smiling. She'd initially just been attracted to her, especially after the shower incident, and no one would blame her. But now that she's spent some quality time with her… well, Beca's not even sure. She just knows that she likes having Chloe around.
…
A few hours later, Chloe can't take anymore studying. She's glad her homework's done and she's honestly a little surprised that Beca is letting her practically lay on top of her, but she's not complaining. Now, she could use some food.
Chloe closes her text book and then gently takes the book out of Beca's hands and puts a pencil in it to keep her place.
"So we're going to go eat," Chloe tells her.
Beca smirks. "We are, are we?"
Chloe nods. "You're telling me you're not hungry?"
"I didn't say that," Beca replies. "I was just curious when I'll be allowed to join in the decision making process."
"Why? I already know that you're going to agree with me," Chloe says. "I'm just saving us a step this way."
"Uh huh, sure," Beca says, sliding off the bed.
"For someone who's protesting so loudly, you're getting up pretty quickly," Chloe continues as she stands.
"Because I'm hungry," Beca says.
"Uh huh, whatever you say."
…
It's late enough the cafeteria is open for dinner, but early enough that there's hardly anyone else there.
They find an empty table fair away from everyone else.
"So what's your major?" Beca asks.
"Biology. Pre med."
"Huh."
"Not as glamorous as yours?"
"I'm undeclared, actually," Beca replies.
"I would have thought you'd pick something music related," Chloe says.
"Well to be honest," Beca says, feeling a bit guilty. "I'm not planning on staying around here long enough for it to matter."
"What does that mean?"
"When the school year ends, I'm outta here," Beca explains.
"Why?"
Beca shrugs. "I'm only here to get my dad off my back. We have a deal. I give college a chance and at the end of the year when I still want to leave, he's going to help me."
"You're leaving?" Chloe pouts.
"Not til the year's over," Beca protests.
"But I was looking forward to getting you into the Bellas next year."
"I doubt that they're going to change that much in just a year and actually let me in," Beca replies.
"You can't leave me here all alone," Chloe says.
"What about Rachel?"
"I need you too," Chloe replies. "You, me, Rach and Quinn could totally take over this place."
"I don't really want to take over this place," BEca says.
"You can't leave."
"You act like I'm leaving tomorrow," Beca says. "The end of the school year is months away."
"You mean after months and months of me fa--I, uh… and then you're just going to leave?"
"I said, if," Beca offers weakly.
"Actually you said, when," Chloe points out.
"Oh," Beca replies, weakly. "Heard that, did ya?"
Chloe shakes her head at Beca.
"Well, then you'll just have to give me some reasons to stay," Beca tells Chloe with a wink.
…
Chloe hears Rachel long before she reaches the room.
Crazy from the fright.
Tears without no comfort,
Screams without no sound.
Only darkness and pain,
The anger and pain,
The blood and the pain!
I buried my hear in the ground!
In the ground-
When I buried you in the ground.
Once Chloe closes the door, she leans against it and listens. Rachel is facing their desks, singing with her eyes closed.
Daddy played piano.
Bet he's playin' still.
Mama can't forget him.
Don't suppose I will.
God wants no excuses.
I have only one:
You had your daddy's hands.
Forgive me.
You were your daddy's son.
Once Rachel's done, she gives a slight bow. Chloe laughs as she applauds. Rachel whips around, looking embarrassed.
"Oh. Hello." She bows again. "How was your day?"
"Pretty perfect, actually," Chloe replies. "Yours?"
"Productive and informative," Rachel says. "Did you know that Quinn is an exceptional singer?"
Chloe shakes her head. "Did you know that Beca plans on leaving Barden at the end of the year?"
"No," Rachel replies. "But I'm not surprised. She did say last night that she wanted to be in LA trying to DJ."
"We can't let her leave," Chloe continues. "Not when I just found her."
"That's approximately eight months away, Chloe," Rachel says.
"I know, but it'll just fly by," Chloe replies. "And then poof, she's gone."
"Or it's two hundred and forty days to make her realize she wants to stay."
"I guess that's true," Chloe allows. "But you're going to help me get her to stay."
"Of course," Rachel nods. "I like Beca."
"Good," Chloe smiles. "Wait a minute. How do you know Quinn is such a great singer?"
"I may have overheard her singing in the shower," Rachel admits.
"Oooh, you didn't burst in on her, did you?" Chloe questions. "Because that's totally my thing."
"No, I didn't pull a Chloe," Rachel retorts. "I waited outside the stall."
"Only mildly creepy."
"Well I try."
"So you spent the whole day with Quinn?"
"Just most of the morning," Rachel answers.
"And considering you get up at six freaking a.m., that's saying something."
"Exactly."
"So…" Chloe says. "Does this mean you're into Quinn?"
"I could be," Rachel replies. "I really enjoyed spending time with her today. But she's a bit hard to read. It took quite a bit for her to really open up and relax."
"Yeah, I got that sense the other night."
"Well, I've got time," Rachel says. "She'll give in eventually. I am if nothing else, tenacious."
…
"So how was your breakfast with Rachel?" Beca asks Quinn.
"Good. Really good, actually."
"You sound surprised," Beca says.
"Well, I've never really… Rachel's the first…"
"Rachel's the first girl you've liked? Or at least let yourself like?"
Quinn nods.
"Ah," Beca nods. "You shouldn't stress so much. Rachel's cool. Crazier than I first thought, but a real sweetheart."
"I know. I just…"
"Just be yourself," Beca says. "Isn't that what everyone always says?"
"Yeah, in after school special and guidance school pamphlets," Quinn scoffs.
"Rachel seems to appreciate honesty," Beca replies. "If you can actually relax long enough to just be your normal ridiculous self, you'll be fine."
"I'll take it under consideration," Quinn says. "So what'd you do today? Spend most of it sleeping?"
"Actually Chloe came over and we hung out."
"Really?"
"Why do you sound so surprised, now?"
"Because you're a weird musician loner," Quinn replies.
"Hey," Beca says. "I'm not weird. I'm quirky."
"Uh huh," Quinn nods. "You left your computer on. You were making a mix while she was here?"
"Uh, no, actually I played her a few of mine."
"You played her some of your mixes," Quinn says, slowly.
Beca shrugs. "Yeah."
"Your personal mixes?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Didn't you just tell me a couple days ago that no one gets to hear those?"
"Um…"
"You have it so bad for her."
"What? I do not."
"Uh huh, whatever lets you sleep at night."
…
Today is the day they're assigned lab partners. Chloe has been both anticipating and dreading this day. While she's excited to meet someone new, she also knows a bad lab partner can ruin an entire year.
She's forced to sit through an entire lecture beforehand though. Chloe thinks her professor may enjoy torturing them. It doesn't bode well for their tests.
"Before you all go," Dr. Mason says. "I put all your names in a hat and paired you up randomly because it seemed the most fair."
"What kind of hat?" someone asks from the back row.
Dr. Mason chuckles. "I wish could say something cool like a top hat or a cowboy hat, but alas, it was just a baseball cap."
"Was it your hat?"
"Listen, if you want to discuss my hat choosing process, we can talk after class," Dr. Mason replies. "But I think everyone else wants to know who their lab partner is going to be for the year."
"Yeah," someone else calls out. "Shut up, already dude."
Dr. Mason laughs. "Okay, so here's the list of partners. Take the last ten minutes to find each other."
He sets three pieces of paper on his desk and takes a step back as everyone descends on it.
Chloe doesn't push her way through, knowing it'll be a bit easier to attempt when the chaos has died down a bit. She closes her eyes and hums one of the mixes Beca played for her yesterday.
Someone sits down next to her, but when she doesn't hear anything, she keeps her eyes closed. She assumes they're waiting as well. However, a moment later she is tapped on the shoulder.
Chloe opens her eyes to find an Asian girl with big eyes staring back at her. She says something, but Chloe can't hear her with the cacophony going on in the front of the room.
"I'm sorry, what?" Chloe asks, leaning forward.
It's a loud whisper now. "Are you Chloe Beale?"
Chloe nods, still leaning forward.
"I'm Lily Onakuramara. Your lab partner."
"Oh. Nice to meet you."
Lily nods.
"I guess I'll see you next time?"
Lily nods again.
"Okay," Chloe says, standing. "I, uh, have another class to get to."
Chloe thinks that maybe Lily says good bye as well, but she can't be sure. This is going to be an interesting year.
…
"Beca, there you are."
Beca sighs. She should have gone with her first instincts and stayed in her room. She really wishes she'd had her headphones on. She could have ignored her dad so much easily. "Dad."
"Studying?" He sounds a little too hopeful.
"Not exactly," she grumbles.
"Beca," he sighs. "I thought you were going to try."
"I am trying."
"By doing what?" he asks. "You're not studying. You haven't joined any groups. I guess I'm just supposed to be grateful that you're going to your classes at least. Please, at least tell me that you're not sleeping in all of them."
"I study," Beca insists. "I totally aced my Philosophy quiz this afternoon."
"Says you," her dad says.
"And," Beca continues. "I auditioned. For the Barden Bellas. It's not my fault that they didn't let me in."
"You? Auditioned for an a capella group? I'm really supposed to believe that?"
"Yeah. You are."
"How sarcastic were you?"
"Just barely," Beca retorts.
He sighs. "Beca. The deal is still on the table, but you have to really try. Just floating through isn't going to cut it."
"Dad that's not fair," Beca protests. "I am trying. I'm actually--"
"I don't want to hear your excuses, Beca. I want to see you trying."
"Oh my god, stop saying try."
"Beca, I’m serious. You have to--"
"You know what, dad," Beca interrupts, standing. "I have class. I should go."
The look she receives implies that he doesn't believe her. "Fine. Maybe you can come over for dinner one night this week."
"I'd really rather not," Beca says before she can censor herself.
This time his sigh is the loudest possible. "Go to class."
She nods and takes off towards a random building, just needing to get away.
Author: slacker_d
Crossover: glee/Pitch Perfect
Pairing/Characters: eventual Rachel/Quinn, Beca/Chloe
Summary: Beca Mitchell is falling for Chloe Beale, while her roommate Quinn Fabray seems to be in love with Rachel Berry. Will they ever tell them how they feel?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: Pitch Perfect and general glee spoilers
Part Five
Rachel knew she owed a lot of musicals, it is after all her first love. But seeing them all laid out on her bed, makes her question the wisdom of bringing every single DVD she owns with.
"It's like having my very own RedBox in the room," Chloe comments.
"Perhaps," Rachel replies. "Though I doubt anyone would be renting this anytime soon." She holds up a DVD.
"Funny Face," Chloe reads as she turns the case over. "Yeah, I suppose not."
"I've got a few that might appeal to your non movie watching crush," Rachel says, gesturing to the small stack of DVDs on her desk. "Anything I should add?"
Chloe looks over the remaining movies on the bed. "Oooh, I'm going to watch this later."
"You've seen it before?"
"It was my grandfather's favorite movie," Chloe replies. "When the Michael Douglas remake came out, he was pissed for months."
"Well, I agree that this one is better," Rachel says. "You can't beat Peter Falk and Alan Arkin together."
A knock on the door a moment later, brings a grin to Chloe's face.
…
"You look nervous."
"I'm not nervous," Quinn replies.
"Oh, sorry, my mistake," Beca chuckles. "Are you done pacing so we can go?"
"I can't believe they live in the same dorm," Quinn says.
"Chloe ambushing me in the shower wasn't enough of a clue?"
Quinn shrugs. "This is college. Rules don't always apply, right?"
"That sounds like a movie tag line."
"I'll keep that in mind if I ever write a movie script."
…
The sheer awe in Quinn's eyes as she sees how many movie musicals Rachel owns actually makes her smile. No one has ever really seen the extent of her collection, except for the three other girls in the room and Rachel's thankful that her obsession doesn't make her a freak like it did in high school.
Of course trying to pick an actual movie to watch is much more difficult. Rachel ends up playing twenty questions with Beca in order to narrow down the choices. The musicals are out, which Rachel assumed. The dramas are also out, as well as the few horror movies Rachel has, that she's not sure how she acquired.
"No Shakespeare either."
"But it's a comedy," Rachel protests.
"I'm pretty sure it's everything about movies that Beca hates," Quinn comments.
"Yeah, but it was originally a play," Rachel counters.
"Yeah, but everything predictably works out in the end."
"It has too," Rachel protests. "His tragedies are too damn depressing."
"How about an old school black comedy?" Chloe says, holding up Heathers.
Beca takes it and quickly scans the back. "Acceptable."
Rachel smirks when Quinn lets out a literal sigh of relief.
…
Beca can admit there are worst things to be doing on a Friday night, though Rachel is definitely unusual. "Why do you have your own projector?"
"Because musicals are meant to be watched on a big screen," Rachel replies.
"All right."
"I know it seems a bit extreme," Rachel admits. "But it's small and portable and actually works in this crazy little dorm room."
Looking around, Beca nods. They're lined up on Rachel's bed, facing Chloe's side of the room because she has more open wall space to aim the projector at. She's having a hard time not grinning at her roommate, who is sitting on end of bed next to Rachel. Chloe is next to her and Beca on the other end. She knows the seating arrangement was deliberate on Quinn's part and she just hopes the blonde is pleased with how the evening goes.
…
It's been a while since Rachel has watched Heathers. She tends to pick musicals and most of the other movies in her collection are gifts. Weirdly this one was a birthday gift from her dads. It was part of a six pack of movies that included: Sixteen Candles, Say Anything, The Breakfast Club, Footloose, and oddly, Bring it On.
She's pretty confident that Chloe and Quinn have seen it before, but knowing Beca's aversion to movies, as well as the attention she's actually giving the screen, Rachel doesn't think Beca has. She doesn’t seem to be suffering too badly, though that may have more to do with how closely Chloe's pressed herself against Beca. With the four of them on the small bed, the close contact could be brushed off as innocent. Rachel knows it isn't and she wonders what Beca believes. Thinking back to what Quinn said the other day, part of her wonders about how truthful the blonde was being about Beca's feelings towards Chloe. Not that she thinks Quinn lied, but for some reason Rachel wonders if Beca liking Chloe is the only reason the four of them are hanging out.
…
Beca is surprised to find herself enjoying the movie. The humor matches her own and it's filled with so many odd phrases that Beca wants to start using just to see people's reaction. "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw", actually makes her laugh out loud. When she does, she notices that Chloe seems to be smiling at her enjoyment of the movie. It makes her feel warm all over in the most unexpected way.
Though she can at least admit to herself that she actually likes being around Chloe, these other feeling that seem to be surfacing are a bit more disconcerting. She'd only come to Barden to get her dad off her back and had hoped, even before he made his offer earlier in the week, that she could get away with only attending one year. After all, if she gave it the old college try, pun intended, he couldn't fault her, could he?
Meeting Quinn had been both a relief and a let down. A relief because she hadn't been looking forward to an awkward year of sharing a space with someone who disliked her and vice versa. But also a let down, because friendship can be a slippery slope. Because once a person starts opening up to one person, more people just seem to follow. For example, Matt and possibly Chloe.
Though she can hear her mom's voice in her head, reminding her that she shouldn't make life choices just to piss off her dad, no matter how amusing it may be.
…
When the movie finishes, Rachel's surprised to realize that she's curious to know if Beca actually liked the movie. She just barely holds back a giggle when she sees that Chloe and Quinn also look eager to know.
"Jeez, guys, it's just a movie," Beca says when she notices the other three looking at her. "And it wasn't the worst ninety minutes I've ever experienced."
"High praise indeed," Quinn says, wryly. "We all heard you laugh, Beca."
"Fine," Beca huffs. "Congrats on picking a movie that doesn't suck."
"Even with your ridiculous standards," Quinn adds.
"You're just mad that I didn't like your favorite movie," Beca retorts.
"How can you hate The Princess Bride?" Quinn questions.
"I didn't say I hate it," Beca replies. "I just said it wasn't my type of movie."
"Right. No rom coms for you."
"So is that no to another movie?" Rachel interrupts, smirking. For some reason, the two of them arguing is adorable. From the look on Chloe's face, Rachel's pretty sure she agrees.
Shaking her head, Beca apologizes. "Sorry. One movie a day is my limit."
"You make it sound like some sort of condition," Chloe laughs.
"It's just that nothing ever works out like it does in the movies," Beca says. "And too much exposure makes a person expect such things."
"Speaking from experience?" Quinn asks.
Beca shakes her head.
"C'mon," Chloe says. "You can't say something like that and not follow up."
"No," Beca replies. "I'm not going to--this isn't going to become some sort of sharing session."
"Why not?" Rachel asks, amused and trying to hide it.
"Because I didn't agree to that."
"I thought it was kind of implied," Chloe muses.
"Not to me," Beca protests.
"What if I go first?" Chloe asks. "And then we can all share one thing?"
"What?" Quinn exclaims. "I don't know about that."
"It doesn't have to be anything big," Rachel says quietly, nudging the blonde with her shoulder.
"I will if, Beca will," Quinn says after a long moment.
"Thanks, Quinn," Beca retorts.
Quinn just shrugs.
Chloe, Rachel and Quinn wait until Beca lets out a long suffering sigh. "Fine."
"Yay," Chloe says. "Okay, so me first then? So the reason I want to join the Bellas, even though I know that they're not going to be the most supportive group of girls I could surround myself with, is because I need music in my life. They seem to be the only viable option of singing every day on this campus. A cappella seems to have taken over and I assume that's why there isn't a glee club or even a choir. And I know the only way I'm going to make it through the next four years is if I'm singing."
Rachel leans into Chloe. "It's like we're on the same page. Well, at least about the singing part."
"Yeah, well, you have voice lessons like every day," Chloe points out.
"Practicing every day is the only way I'm getting to Broadway," Rachel replies. "So who's next?"
"You are," Quinn says.
Shaking her head slightly, Rachel smiles. "Fine. I, uh, have two dads."
"Like a step dad or…" Beca trails off as it seems to sink in. "Oh. Cool."
"That's not a big deal, Rach," Chloe says.
"It is in a small Midwestern town," Rachel replies. "We get harassed. A lot."
"That sucks," Quinn says. "But I understand. That would have happened if you lived in Lima too."
"I'm not sure if I find that comforting or disappointing," Rachel replies.
After a moment of silence, Chloe looks at Quinn and Beca. "So who's next?"
Both Beca and Quinn seem to be looking around the room and avoiding Chloe and Rachel's curious looks.
"We had a deal," Chloe continues.
"The only reason my dad let me come to Barden," Quinn starts. "Is because it's so far away from Ohio. That way if I ever do anything else so reputation damaging like I did while in high school, most of his friends and colleagues won't hear about it. My older sister is the golden child and I'm the screw up."
"Didn't you say you were Salutatorian?" Beca asks.
"But not Valedictorian," Quinn replies, bitterness dripping from her voice.
"Parents," Beca sighs.
Quinn nods. After a moment, she looks expectantly at Beca.
It takes a minute or two, but Beca finally begins speaking. "There was this guy in high school, Jesse. He was really into me. But he was always… He was so into movies. He actually wanted to score movies one day. And no matter how many times I tried to tell him I wasn't interested in watching movies with him, he still kept trying. He'd throw out all these various movie scenarios at me as an argument as to why I should give him a chance. But I wasn't interested, because honestly he lost me when he told me I was like one of those girls who's all dark and mysterious, but then when she takes off her glasses, you realize that she was beautiful all along."
"He said that?" Chloe asks, looking irritated.
Beca nods. "He kept it up for two years. He tried every movie cliché he could think of and it made me hate movies. I mean, I was never a big fan before, but because of him, I purposely avoid movies if I can."
Chloe pulls Beca into a hug, obviously surprising her, but she doesn't fight it. "If you'll let us, we'll give you good memories about movies. Okay?"
Rachel watches Beca nod and lean slightly more into Chloe's embrace.
…
Beca's surprised how she doesn't want to push Chloe away, which is her usual response to a hug; especially one given without warning. But for some reason, she feels safe in Chloe's arms and not claustrophobic like she usually does. Maybe making a friend or two isn't such a bad thing.
Thankfully, there aren't any more heartfelt confessions. She's not sure she could take any more sharing and opening up. Instead, they talk about their classes and professors. Quinn talks about her male psychology professor who seems to have a woman's underwear fetish because she accidently caught a glance of a garter belt when he was retucking in his shirt one day after class. After that, Rachel mentions a girl she met at the a cappella auditions, named Fat Amy and shares the commentary that she was spurting throughout the auditions.
When Beca and Quinn leave hours later because it's very late, Beca finds herself pulled into a tight hug by Chloe. And finds she doesn't mind it. The redhead does the same to Quinn, causing a look of surprise on the blonde's face that makes Beca burst out laughing. She shares a smile with Rachel, who thankfully is making no show of trying to hug her.
"Not the worst way to pass some time," she says, instead.
Beca nods. "Thanks for putting up with my, uh, movie thing."
"Completely understandable," Rachel replies. "If it's one thing I understand is overly pushy high school boys."
They share a smile and Beca thinks that she could actually be friends with this girl, Quinn's crush. Early in the evening, it was easy to see why Quinn liked her, though the blonde claimed it was her voice, which Beca has yet to hear, but after spending the past few hours hanging out, Beca might even consider Rachel a friend.
"You totally had a good time," Quinn says as they're walking back to their room.
"Eh, it didn't suck," Beca replies. "Did it go the way you were hoping?"
Quinn nods. "I just wanted to get to know her better."
"And?"
"She's even more incredible than I thought."
"You got it bad, Q," Beca smirks.
"Like Chloe doesn't already have you wrapped around her little finger," Quinn counters.
"She does not," Beca grumbles.
"Does too."
"Does not."
"Does too."
"Does not."
"Does too."
"Oh, look, here's our room," Beca says, quickly unlocking the door and rushing inside. She slams the door behind her, hoping to win the argument that way. It doesn't work
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt," Quinn says when she enters.
"God that sounds like something my dad would say," Beca groans.
…
"That went well," Rachel says as she shuts the door after Beca and Quinn.
Chloe nods.
"You're pleased?"
"She's absolutely adorable," Chloe replies.
"Well, then maybe we can make this a regular thing," Rachel suggests.
"Definitely," Chloe agrees.
Part Six
Beca hands Luke another one of her mixes in exchange for a crate of CDs. She assumes he has a pile of her flash drives sitting in the booth because it's the only place she's not allowed to be. She knows he's not listening to any of them, but she can hope that maybe one day he'll get bored enough to give one a listen one day. Besides, getting used to rejection is definitely something she needs to do.
Matt is already there with his own crate of CDs. Beca wonders if he's always early now to make up for being late that very first day.
"So how was movie night?" he asks.
"Fine."
"What movie did you watch?"
"Heathers."
"Classic," Matt replies.
Beca shrugs. "It didn't suck."
"See that's your problem," Matt says.
"What is?"
"Whoever's been trying to get you to watch movies has been pushing the wrong ones," he replies. "I mean, I'm not saying that you're wrong about your assessment of movie plots. Things can be quite predictable, but there are plenty that aren't. It's just a matter of wading through all the shit to find the gold."
"Maybe," Beca agrees. "But then, don't you have to sit through a lot of crap first? I'd rather be doing a lot of other stuff."
"Well, I didn't mean literally watching everything," Matt says. "There's too much out there. But if you watch something and you hate it, then you can probably cross out some others without watching."
"Listen, Matt, I like you," Beca says, as she pauses for a moment. "But if our all our interactions here are going to be about you trying to make me like movies…"
"Fair enough," Matt replies, holding up his hands. "How about this, then? You and me hang out tonight and discuss music. I promise I won't bring up any movies. But if you bring one up, I'm taking the conversation and running."
"Fine," Beca says.
…
Chloe got into the Bellas. Not that Rachel is surprised. She's getting ready to hang out with Mike when there's a knock on the door. Chloe answers it and is immediately dragged away. Then the girl that Fat Amy said was called Lizze sticks her head in and explains that they're kidnapping Chloe for Hood Night which apparently is a time honored a capella tradition at Barden.
Rachel just nods and Lizzie slams the door behind her. Rachel is surprised that she actually received an explanation, especially since Fat Amy had been adamant that Lizzie was a complete and utter bitch. Considering the momentary panic Rachel had felt at seeing Chloe dragged out of the room, Rachel's willing to bet that in previous years someone had freaked out at seeing that.
She wonders what else Hood Night entails. She's also curious who else got in. She hopes Beca did, for Chloe's sake. Rachel knows her roommate could use a friendly face in that sea of mean girls. She also knows that Chloe is stronger than most people see her as, but Rachel can't help but worry anyway.
…
Beca knocks on Matt's door, feeling silly. She can't believe she's actually hanging out with someone and not spending the night alone in her room working on a mix. College is ruining her.
The door is answered by a tall Asian guy and Beca does a double take. Even though Matt's a freshman too, for some reason, Beca never considered the fact that he has a roommate.
"Hey, I'm looking for Matt," she says.
"Beca?"
She nods.
"I'm Mike," he says, stepping aside and letting her in. "He just went to the bathroom. He should be right back."
"Cool. Thanks." She sits on what she's pretty sure is Matt's bed, since Mike is on the other side of the room, putting on shoes. "You don't have to leave on my account."
He looks up smiling. "Don't worry about it. I have a date."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I mean, Matt thinks you're pretty cool, though, so maybe we can all hang out another time."
"Oh. Cool. Ah, have a good time."
"Thanks," he smiles as he stands. "We're going to see a local band that's supposed to be pretty good. I gave Matt the info in case you guys are interested."
"Thanks."
Mike shrugs. "Matt said that music is like your thing, so I thought I'd offer."
"Maybe," Beca replies. "Matt wasn't that specific about what we're doing. He just said that there'd music involved somehow."
"Just don't let him show his dance moves," Mike says. "He does all right, but it's still…"
"Hey, I resent that," Matt says, entering the room. "We can't all be dancing prodigies, like you are, man."
"You're just jealous of my awesomeness," Mike retorts.
"Whatever," Matt replies. "Go away. Tell Rachel I say hi."
Mike nods. "Later."
"Rachel?" Beca asks, afraid of the answer.
"Yeah, this girl in his dance class. Guess she's got this awesome voice that you would never believe comes from someone for short."
Beca feels her heart sink for Quinn. "And they're dating?"
Matt shakes his head. "I think it's the first date, actually."
"Oh."
…
The name of the band is The Freerunners. It makes Rachel wonder if the name means something besides the obvious. Mike doesn't seem to know either.
"How'd you hear about these guys?" Rachel asks when Mike returns, handing her a bottle of water.
"Professor Banks," Mike replies. "I guess they graduated two years ago and they still like to play at The Union since it's the bar where they got their start. They've got a couple CDs out and have a bit of a following."
"Cool."
They end up talking about classes and what kind of ridiculous routines their Advanced Tap professor is going to torture them with next as they wait for the show to start.
…
For some reason, Beca can't get the idea of Rachel being on a date with Mike out of her head. Probably because Quinn seems so damn into the girl, that Beca's almost afraid to tell her. Even if she's not really the type to care about that sort of thing or try to sugar coat things.
Matt senses her distraction and she apologizes.
"It's fine."
"It's not you," Beca says. "It's me."
Matt smirks. "Are you breaking up with me already?"
Beca smacks him on the arm. "I just meant that you're not boring, I'm just distracted."
"Thanks?" Matt looks around for a moment. "Maybe we just need to get out of the room."
"I guess."
"Let's grab some food and then we'll figure something out, okay?"
Beca nods and follows Matt out of the room.
…
Rachel has to admit she actually likes The Freerunners. It's definitely not her usual type of music, but their music is catchy and the lyrics aren't completely stupid. She finds herself easily tapping her foot along with the beat.
Mike is similarly taping out the beat with his fingers and when he looks over at Rachel and sees her swaying slightly to the music, he holds out his hand.
"Wanna dance?"
Rachel nods, takes his hand and follows him onto the dance floor.
…
After grabbing a burger, they end up deciding to check out the band that Mike is taking Rachel to see. Matt says he and Mike have similar music taste and that's why he's interested. Beca sites her love of watching live performances, though she really wants to spy on Rachel.
What shocks Beca the most about her relationship with Quinn is how quickly it's evolved. Normally it takes forever for her to open up and consider someone a friend; trusting people is too risky. But with Quinn, she just feels like they understand each other. She thinks it might the shared pain of both having daddy issues. Seeing how Mr. Fabray treats his daughter angered Beca when she first met Quinn. Now that they're friends, she doubts she'd be able to keep a civil tongue around him. She's not too worried. The way Quinn talks, Beca doubts they'll be back down to see their daughter until she graduates.
It probably helps that Quinn's witnessed plenty of Beca's own dad altercations. Shared pain does a lot to bring people together.
Which is why Beca is follows Matt to The Union to spy on Rachel and possibly hear some good live music.
…
It's been a while since Rachel danced just for fun. Most of her dancing over the past few months has been class or training related. It helps that Mike's an amazing dancing. The music just seems to flow through him while Rachel just tries to keep up.
"So you like 'em?" Mike asks, pulling her close.
"I'll admit they're better than I was expecting," Rachel replies, smirking.
"Is that a dig at my musical taste, Ms. Berry?"
"Certainly not," Rachel says. "But all you could tell me is that they were a local favorite. That's not that much to go on."
"No, I suppose it's not," Mike agrees. A new song starts, it's a lot more upbeat. Mike grins at her. "Wanna show 'em what we can do?"
Rachel nods, letting out a delighted giggle.
…
Mike is easy enough to spot when they step inside The Union. Beca immediately spots him and Rachel on the dance floor. He's spinning her around and they're both wearing big smiles.
Matt sees them as well. "Wanna go say hi?"
"Uh, sure."
They push their way across the dance floor and Matt tapes Mike on the shoulder mid spin. It seems to take him by surprise, but he finishes the spin and gives Matt a hug hello as one fluid movement. It's obvious to see why Matt called him a dancing prodigy.
"Hey Beca," Mike greets.
"Hi."
"Beca, hi," Rachel says, upon seeing them both. "Hey Matt."
"Rachel."
"Bored of him already?" Mike asks, elbowing Matt.
"We were curious about the band," Matt replies.
"We have a table," Mike says, pointing to a little table in the corner. "You wanna show Beca, Rachel and we'll get some more drinks?"
Rachel nods and Beca follows her as she weaves through the crowd.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm kinda sad to see you right now," Rachel says.
"Um, how am I supposed to take that?" Beca asks, annoyed.
"Well, it's just that Chloe got kidnapped for Hood Night and I guess if you're here and not with her, then that means you didn't get into the Bellas."
"Oh. Yeah, probably not."
"I mean, if they'd showed up at the room, Quinn would have called you, right?"
"Right," Beca agrees, wondering what the hell she's going to do now.
"You look worried," Rachel says.
"I don't think my dad is going to be too pleased with me," Beca replies.
"Because you didn't get in?"
Beca nods. "He wants me to get involved. We made a deal. And now that I didn't get in, I'm not sure what I'm going to do."
"They're always looking for help with the shows," Rachel tells her. "Maybe if you helped out, that would be enough for your dad?"
"Maybe."
"I could come plead your case," Rachel continues. "Tell him I was at the audition and that you were the best there. You should have gotten in."
"Should have," Beca huffs. "Life is filled with should haves."
"Yes, well, I suppose that's true."
"So you're dating Mike?" Beca asks, desperate to change the subject.
"Um, not dating. We're hanging out. I mean, I suppose this could be seen as a date, but I've seen no sign either way that it is or isn't."
"Oh. Well, when I ran into Mike earlier, he called it a date," Beca says.
"Well, then I suppose that answers that question, doesn’t it."
"I just got you water," Matt says, setting a bottle down in front of Beca. "Didn't know what else to get you."
"That works," Beca replies.
"So what were you girls talking about?" Mike asks, sitting next to Rachel.
"It seems that Beca here didn't get into the Bellas," Rachel replies.
"How do you know?" Matt asks.
"Because they stopped by my room earlier and took Chloe for initiation," Rachel explains.
"Oh, sorry to hear that, Beca," Matt says.
"Thanks, I guess."
"More time to stack CDS, then."
"That is not a positive," Beca retorts.
"You could always join the High Notes," Mike suggests, smirking.
"Do you have to be a stoner to join?" Beca asks. "Or just be really unmotivated to sing? Because I could definitely do the latter."
"Do you really think that group cares about rules?" Rachel questions.
"I suppose not," Beca replies. "I guess if I get desperate enough."
"You totally should," Matt says. "You could sit with them on the lawn working on your mixes while they're, uh, practicing and it's like killing two birds with one stone."
"Or with one stoner," Rachel adds.
Mike groans. "That was horrible. And I'm not sure that it quite works."
"Hey, at least I tried."
…
The four of them end up hanging out and talking long after the band's done playing. Rachel finds herself liking Beca more and more. She seems to be an endless fount of knowledge about music, every genre and time period. Beca actually spends over twenty minutes explaining her process of making a mix and Rachel finds herself fascinated. She can see why Chloe's drawn to her.
…
They part company when they return to campus. Mike walks Rachel back to her room, while Matt offers to walk Beca back to hers. Thinking of the rape whistle, Beca nods and they slowly trudge across campus.
"You know Rachel lives in the same dorm as me," Beca says after a few minutes of silence.
"Really?" Matt asks. "I guess we could have walked back together, then."
"Well, aren't they kinda on a date?" Beca questions.
"Oh. Yeah. I guess."
"You guess?"
"Well, I just worry because Mike asked Rachel if she wanted to hang out, so it's possible that she doesn't think of it as a date."
"She does now," Beca mutters.
"What? Why?"
"Because I told her that Mike considers it a date," Beca replies, feeling like an idiot. She hopes she didn't fuck things up for Quinn. Then again, it's not like they know if Rachel even likes girls. Maybe this is just the confirmation that she doesn't.
"Oh, well then that changes things, doesn't it?"
Beca nods and they remain quiet until they reach Baker Hall.
"We'll plan better the next time we hang out," Matt tells her.
"Yeah," Beca replies. "Though tonight wasn't terrible."
"Thanks," Matt smirks. "I'm glad to hear I met your apparently low standards."
"Well, it's not like we don't spend enough time together already," Beca replies. "I just figured that maybe too much expose would make us hate each other or something."
"Right. You just wanted another excuse to be an anti social misfit," Matt replies. "Don’t worry, I won't drag you out too often."
"Thank you for understanding."
He waits until she's actually inside the building before walking away. Beca finds it quite sweet. Sighing, she heads to her room, wondering what she's going to tell Quinn about what she observed tonight.
Part Seven
The room is empty when Rachel returns from what was apparently a date with Mike. Initiation must be a long and drawn out event. Even though she's sorry that Beca didn't get into the Bellas, Rachel is glad that she was able to spend some time with Beca. Because of Chloe's crush, Rachel knows she'll be seeing a lot more of Beca, and Rachel is now relieved to know Beca's someone that she'd actually want to spend time around, even without Chloe pushing. Especially since Rachel doesn't make friends all that easily. She has a feeling that Beca doesn't either.
Thinking about Beca makes Rachel think of Quinn. The blonde is difficult to read. The fact that she would approach a stranger on behalf of her roommate endears her to Rachel, though. It's really sweet.
Apparently Quinn is a theater major, though Rachel only shares History of Theater with her. Rachel's quite curious about what Quinn wants to specialize in. The blonde claims she's not that great of a singer, but Rachel's still curious to hear her. Rachel's not sure if she believes her anyway since Beca claimed something similar and her a cappella audition was a thing of beauty.
Maybe Rachel'll ask Quinn if she wants to hang out after their next History of Theater class.
…
Quinn is not pleased when Beca tells her about her evening. Beca looks almost apologetic about it, as if it's her fault that Rachel went out on a date. Which it isn't; Quinn can admit that, she shouldn't take her anger out on the messenger
"It was only a first date," Beca offers. "And Rachel wasn't even sure about that?"
This catches Quinn's attention. "Really?"
"Yeah," Beca nods. "She wasn't a hundred percent sure it was a date."
"But?" Quinn prompts.
"Mike definitely thought of it as a date," Beca finishes. "And he walked her back to her room."
"Do you think she gave him a good night kiss?" Quinn asks. "Because if she did, then it was definitely a date."
"And if she didn't?"
"Well then I have no idea," Quinn replies. "Maybe you can ask Matt about it."
Beca groans. "No way, dude. We are not doing that. Why don't you just ask Rachel if she likes girls? Seems easy enough."
"Just out of nowhere?" Quinn shakes her head. "Not going to happen."
"No, think about it, Q," Beca says. "It's perfect. You ask her if she likes girls. She says yes. You give her a picture of a flower you've drawn--"
"I haven't--"
"--And then she totally swoons and says yes when you ask her out."
"I'm not doing that," Quinn says.
"Why not? It'd totally work."
"Maybe later. After we've hung out a bit more."
"Because at that point, she'll already love you as a friend and it'll be an easy transition?" Beca asks.
"Well, it sounds kinda stupid when you say it out loud," Quinn grouses.
…
Despite the more chaotic schedule of college, Rachel still gets up every morning at six. She tries to be as quiet as possible for Chloe's sake. Thankfully, very few people seem to get up this early and so when Rachel takes a shower, she doesn't have to feel guilty about singing while she takes a longer than normal shower each morning after she goes for a run.
One good thing about being at Barden is that the weather is warmer than it is at home. Rachel plans on running throughout the whole winter because she assumes the temperature will never drop as low as it does in Minnesota. Just because she had to leave her elliptical behind, that doesn't mean she can't keep up with her exercise regiment. It's been part of her morning routine for too long and with all the other changes recently in her life, she's glad that at least one thing can remain similar.
…
Quinn wakes up a few moments before her alarm is set to begin beeping. She quickly shuts it off before it wakes Beca. She sighs as she lies in bed. She's over five hundred miles away from home and yet she still gets up every Sunday and goes to church. She's not sure if it's out of habit or want. Though it is only her fourth Sunday here. Maybe once things get a bit busier, going to church won't be an option. However, if Quinn's honest with herself, and she rarely is, she'd miss not going. She finds attending church comforting.
Sighing again, she climbs out of bed and grabs what she needs to take a shower.
…
Chloe is still asleep when Rachel returns from her run. She tiptoes around the room, grabbing everything she needs to take a shower and then once again, slips quietly out of the room.
…
The one you warned me all about
The one you said I could do without
We're in an awful mess, and I don't mean maybe - please
Quinn realizes singing Papa Don't Preach is probably a little too spot on, considering her history, but she can't help it. Despite how everything turned out, one of the few good memories from junior year was singing that song with Puck, even if the circumstances were horrible. The song has always just stuck with her and has almost become her go to shower song.
Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, oh
I'm gonna keep my baby, mmm...
…
When Rachel enters the bathroom, she's surprised to hear someone singing in one of the shower stalls. She's even surprised that someone else is actually awake at this hour on a Sunday. Maybe she's not such a freak after all.
Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
It takes her a moment to realize that she recognizes the voice. It's Quinn and her voice is perfect. Rachel actually stops walking and just listens.
Oh, I'm gonna keep my baby, ooh
Don't you stop loving me daddy
I know, I'm keeping my baby
Quinn is apparently in the last stall and unwilling to make any noise and disturb this astonishing free concert she's privy to, Rachel leans against one of the stall walls and just listens.
…
When Quinn exits the shower stall, she almost slips when she hears someone clapping.
"You are a liar, Quinn Fabray."
Quinn is shocked to find Rachel standing there, obviously about to take a shower, applauding her.
"What makes you say that, Rachel Berry?" Quinn counters, trying to find her equilibrium.
"You told me that you weren't that good of a singer," Rachel replies. "What I just heard proves otherwise."
"I'm surprised you didn't burst into my stall," Quinn smirks, blushing slightly under the admiring look Rachel is giving her.
"I considered it," Rachel says. "After all, it would make a nice parallel, wouldn't it?"
Quinn chuckles. "Yes it would."
"Quinn," Rachel says, taking a few steps closer. "Your voice really is amazing. You should have tried out with Beca."
Quinn shakes her head. "I knew bitches like that in high school…" She sighs. "I was one of those bitches in high school. Barden is my attempt to be a better person. That means staying away from those judgmental Bellas."
"Oh. That's really…admirable Quinn," Rachel says.
"Thanks, but it's no big deal."
"No, really, Quinn," Rachel says, reaching out and taking Quinn's hand. And how the hell did she get so close, Quinn wonders. "It is. Change is hard. And recognizing something in yourself that you dislike and endeavoring to improve is commendable."
Now Quinn is positive her cheeks are red. "Thanks, Rachel."
"Please don't think me impolite," Rachel says, still holding Quinn's hand. "But why are you up so early? On a Sunday?"
Quinn's eyes stay on the tile floor. "Oh, um, I'm going to church."
"Don't be embarrassed, Quinn," Rachel replies, gently. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Maybe," Quinn says. "But we both know religion isn't cool."
"Well, I've never cared about being cool," Rachel tells her. "And it sounds like you're trying not to care either."
Quinn nods.
"So then there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Right?"
Quinn shakes her head.
"Would you maybe want to grab breakfast after you get back from church?" Rachel asks.
"Um, yeah," Quinn replies. "That sounds great."
"Okay," Rachel smiles. "Stop by my room whenever you get back."
Quinn nods again.
"Good. I'm going to go shower now."
"Oh. Right. I'm just gonna go… uh…"
Rachel nods and ducks into the shower stall next to the one Quinn was using. A moment later, she hears the water start and decides she better leave before she turns into some sort of weird shower creeper.
…
Rachel knows she really lucked out with Chloe as her roommate. They get along much better than Rachel could have ever hoped. However, Rachel can also admit that when Chloe told her the story of her shower encounter with Beca, Rachel had thought she was crazy. And it's not like Rachel doesn't understand how the music can make you do crazy things. The list of crazy music related things she's done is probably a mile long. But bursting in on someone's shower seems a bit too far, even for her.
However, walking in and hearing Quinn sing Madonna changed all that. It took every ounce of self control she had to not burst in on Quinn. Especially since Rachel's pretty sure that their voices would sound extraordinary together.
Maybe it's the fact that her privacy has been invaded far more times than she's comfortable that stopped her. And honestly, Quinn seems like a really private person. Rachel wants to be her friend and is insecure enough to worry that surprising someone in the shower might be off putting. Sometimes she wishes she had more of Chloe's confidence and courage.
…
When Quinn returns from church, Beca still isn't up. Not that Quinn expected her to be. She has a feeling that her roommate stayed up late working on another mix last night. Still, this is a crisis and she needs to talk to someone.
"Beca. Beca." Quinn nudges the bed with her knee. "Beca, wake up."
"No," Beca grumbles. "Go away dude."
"Beca!" This time Quinn shakes the bed. "It's an emergency."
Beca groans. "The damn building better be on fire, Fabray."
"I'm having breakfast with Rachel in a few minutes."
This seems to wake Beca up. Or at least make her open her eyes. "I'm sorry, I seem to still be asleep, did you say, you're meeting Rachel for breakfast?"
Biting her lip, Quinn nods.
"How the hell did you manage that?"
"Well, I ran into her in the shower and --"
"I'm sorry, stop a second." Beca sits up, now fully awake. "You ran into her in the shower? Like literally? Did she pull a Chloe?"
Quinn laughs. "You say that like it's a regular thing? I mean, really, when else is someone going to burst into your shower stall and demand that you sing?"
Beca raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you just tell me that it happened to you?"
"Well, Rachel decided to wait outside my stall for me to come out," Quinn replies.
"Sure, you get the more respectful stalker," Beca quips.
"She's not a stalker."
"Right. That's you," Beca replies.
"You can mock me later," Quinn says. "I'm supposed to meet Rachel in a few minutes and you have to help me."
"With what?"
"I don't know."
"Well my first recommendation is to change out of your church clothes," Beca says, gesturing to Quinn.
"Right."
Beca flops back down and pulls her pillow over her head. "Now why are you freaking out?"
"Because it's Rachel," Quinn replies.
"So? You did fine the other night," Beca says. "Just relax and talk to her. Or hell, just listen. That Rachel is a talker."
"But you and Chloe were there," Quinn points out.
"So? It's not like you're going to be alone in an isolation room with her," Beca replies. "Just relax."
"Easier said than done," Quinn mutters.
"Just do whatever you did in high school when you wanted a boy's attention."
"You mean flaunt my cheerleading skirt and then tell her she's an awesome football player?"
Beca takes the pillow off her face and looks at Quinn. "God, I would have hated you in high school, wouldn't I?"
Quinn bites her lip again. "Probably."
…
Lost in her physics text book, Rachel looks up in surprise when there's a knock on the door. She jumps up quickly to answer it since Chloe's still not awake. Rachel doesn't want to wake her because she came in late last night, rather drunk.
Rachel smiles at Quinn's little wave.
"Just give me a second," Rachel whispers. "Chloe's still sleeping."
Quinn nods.
Rachel grabs her purse and cell phone and leaves Chloe a note just in case before tip toeing out of the room and closing the door gently behind her.
"Sorry," Rachel says. "She got back really late. I guess Hood Night is an extensive process that ends with excess drinking."
"Well, we are in college," Quinn replies.
"True enough," Rachel smiles. "So do you want to just go to the cafeteria? It's probably early enough that hardly anyone will be around."
"Okay," Quinn says, nodding.
…
Rachel is right and the cafeteria is sporadically filled at best. They fill their trays with food and choose a quiet corner table. If Quinn didn't know better, she'd think it was a date. Remembering what Beca told her the night before, Quinn tries to let that thought go. It's dangerous and it just makes Quinn feel worse.
"So how long did you plan on keeping your secret from me?"
Quinn looks up in surprise and when she opens her mouth, nothing comes out. Rachel can't be talking about her crush, could she?
"You're an amazing singer Quinn," Rachel continues. "You should let people hear you sing."
"Oh. Well, I guess I never really thought about it. Singing's never really been my thing."
"Weren't you in glee club in high school?"
"Oh. Yeah. But never as a soloist or anything. Just one of the background singers."
"Still, you were good enough to get in," Rachel points out.
"Actually since our advisor was so… um, touchy feely, anyone that auditioned and could sing got in."
"That doesn't seem like a good system," Rachel says.
Quinn shrugs. "He was more about enjoying the experience than actually winning."
"Ah, I see," Rachel says. "It's probably a good thing I didn't go to your school. I'm sure he and I would have not gotten along."
"No, probably not," Quinn agrees.
"So if you're not a singer," Rachel says. "What is your emphasis?"
"Oh, just acting in general," Quinn replies. "I was in The Dining Room during my senior year and I don't know, it just seemed to make sense, you know?"
Rachel nods. "I do. When I won my first singing competition at the age of four, I was hooked. I knew I wanted to be on Broadway."
"You knew that you wanted to be on Broadway at four?" Quinn asks. "I didn't even know what Broadway was until I was in high school." Though considering how her father felt about musical theater and the gays that populated it, that isn't that surprising.
"Yes, well, not to be stereotypical, but I was raised by two gay men. My daddy's two passions are hockey and musicals." Rachel shrugs. "An odd combination, I know, but whatever makes him happy, right?"
Quinn nods.
…
Rachel is glad that her instinct about Quinn seems to be correct. Especially since she knows that Chloe wants to spend more time with Beca. Getting along with Beca's roommate will definitely help the situation. And the fact that Quinn said Beca likes Chloe as well; maybe she and Quinn can scheme a bit to push the other two towards each other? After all, Beca seems like the type that would have a hard time admitting her feelings. And while Chloe is more forward than most people, Rachel knows she's still a bit nervous about how Beca really feels about her. Rachel suppose that she didn't help by not telling Chloe that Quinn told her that Beca likes Chloe, but it just felt so high school, that she couldn't. And honestly, she didn't want to push anyone too much out of their comfort zone. The fact that the four of them had a good time together the other night is enough, in Rachel's mind.
When she and Quinn part company a few hours later, Rachel can't believe how easily the time flew by. It had taken a bit to get Quinn talking, but once she did, Rachel was delighted to listen. Once Quinn had started to open up a little, conversation had flowed with ease.
Rachel had scoffed, internally, when Chloe had told her a few weeks ago that she just knew that Beca is someone she needs in her life. But now, after talking to Quinn for hours, Rachel is reassessing that statement. Maybe her roommate was right; there are just some people you know have to be in your life. It just took Rachel a bit longer to figure out that Quinn was one of them.
Part Eight
When Beca wakes up again, it's a few hours later to an empty room. She wonders if that's a good sign for Quinn. Maybe she's managed to sweep Rachel off her feet. Beca actually chuckles at the thought since Quinn seemed far too nervous about a simple breakfast to ever be that charming.
After a very quick shower, because she's still worried about being interrupted, she's back in the room trying to decide how much she wants to study. Very little actually. Instead, she shoves her headphones on her head and sits down in front of her computer.
…
Chloe wakes up to a very quiet room. No surprise there. Rachel is an early riser. Looking around, she finds a bottle of water and some aspirin sitting on her desk. She smiles in appreciation; Rachel is awfully sweet.
After finishing most of the water, Chloe isn't ready to get out of bed. She had a great time last night. The Bellas are a little nicer with a little alcohol in them. Still, it had been a real disappointment that Beca hadn't gotten in as well. She'd been so good at auditions, that Chloe had thought there was no way they'd reject her. Apparently, she was wrong.
There's a note next to the aspirin. Chloe carefully unfolds it.
Chloe, I went to breakfast with Quinn. Hope you're not too hung over. Congratulations on getting in. Rachel
Chloe has no idea how long ago Rachel left, but it gives her an idea.
…
As usual, Beca is completely entranced in her music and so when someone taps her on the shoulder, she jumps. Beca pulls off her headphones just in time to hear Chloe giggling at her, which causes her to scowl at the redhead.
"I did knock," Chloe smiles. "Several times."
"How'd you get in?"
"It was open."
"Oh." Beca saves what she was working on. "What's up?"
"We're hanging out today," Chloe replies.
Beca raises an eyebrow. "We are?"
Chloe nods. "We are."
"Well okay, then."
…
They study first. When Chloe learns that Beca is supposed to be studying for a quiz in Into to Philosophy and reading Jude the Obscure for her lit class, the redhead declares the next few hours study hours. She then rushes out and quickly returns with her own homework and plops down on Beca's bed.
Beca eyes Chloe, but she just smiles back and pat the bed next to her. Beca sighs and clicks around on her laptop. A moment later, an unfamiliar beat begins playing and Beca sinks onto the bed next to Chloe. Grumbling, she opens her textbook and begins reading.
Smirking, Chloe inches closer to Beca, so their legs are practically intertwined and opens her own textbook.
…
Beca's surprised how easy it is to study with Chloe pressed up against her. Normally, she's very much about having her own personal space. But Chloe's already proven that she likes to invade Beca's space and Beca really doesn't mind. She tries to, honestly, because it seems like she should, but she's just really comfortable around Chloe. Realizing this throws her because there are people she's known for years that she wouldn't be sitting this close to.
She thinks back to that first day at the activities fair. She'd honestly thought Chloe a bit of a nutter, talking about kismet and the universe. Beca would love to believe everything happens for a reason, but she just can't.
Beca glances over at Chloe who seems deep into her calculus book and finds herself smiling. She'd initially just been attracted to her, especially after the shower incident, and no one would blame her. But now that she's spent some quality time with her… well, Beca's not even sure. She just knows that she likes having Chloe around.
…
A few hours later, Chloe can't take anymore studying. She's glad her homework's done and she's honestly a little surprised that Beca is letting her practically lay on top of her, but she's not complaining. Now, she could use some food.
Chloe closes her text book and then gently takes the book out of Beca's hands and puts a pencil in it to keep her place.
"So we're going to go eat," Chloe tells her.
Beca smirks. "We are, are we?"
Chloe nods. "You're telling me you're not hungry?"
"I didn't say that," Beca replies. "I was just curious when I'll be allowed to join in the decision making process."
"Why? I already know that you're going to agree with me," Chloe says. "I'm just saving us a step this way."
"Uh huh, sure," Beca says, sliding off the bed.
"For someone who's protesting so loudly, you're getting up pretty quickly," Chloe continues as she stands.
"Because I'm hungry," Beca says.
"Uh huh, whatever you say."
…
It's late enough the cafeteria is open for dinner, but early enough that there's hardly anyone else there.
They find an empty table fair away from everyone else.
"So what's your major?" Beca asks.
"Biology. Pre med."
"Huh."
"Not as glamorous as yours?"
"I'm undeclared, actually," Beca replies.
"I would have thought you'd pick something music related," Chloe says.
"Well to be honest," Beca says, feeling a bit guilty. "I'm not planning on staying around here long enough for it to matter."
"What does that mean?"
"When the school year ends, I'm outta here," Beca explains.
"Why?"
Beca shrugs. "I'm only here to get my dad off my back. We have a deal. I give college a chance and at the end of the year when I still want to leave, he's going to help me."
"You're leaving?" Chloe pouts.
"Not til the year's over," Beca protests.
"But I was looking forward to getting you into the Bellas next year."
"I doubt that they're going to change that much in just a year and actually let me in," Beca replies.
"You can't leave me here all alone," Chloe says.
"What about Rachel?"
"I need you too," Chloe replies. "You, me, Rach and Quinn could totally take over this place."
"I don't really want to take over this place," BEca says.
"You can't leave."
"You act like I'm leaving tomorrow," Beca says. "The end of the school year is months away."
"You mean after months and months of me fa--I, uh… and then you're just going to leave?"
"I said, if," Beca offers weakly.
"Actually you said, when," Chloe points out.
"Oh," Beca replies, weakly. "Heard that, did ya?"
Chloe shakes her head at Beca.
"Well, then you'll just have to give me some reasons to stay," Beca tells Chloe with a wink.
…
Chloe hears Rachel long before she reaches the room.
Crazy from the fright.
Tears without no comfort,
Screams without no sound.
Only darkness and pain,
The anger and pain,
The blood and the pain!
I buried my hear in the ground!
In the ground-
When I buried you in the ground.
Once Chloe closes the door, she leans against it and listens. Rachel is facing their desks, singing with her eyes closed.
Daddy played piano.
Bet he's playin' still.
Mama can't forget him.
Don't suppose I will.
God wants no excuses.
I have only one:
You had your daddy's hands.
Forgive me.
You were your daddy's son.
Once Rachel's done, she gives a slight bow. Chloe laughs as she applauds. Rachel whips around, looking embarrassed.
"Oh. Hello." She bows again. "How was your day?"
"Pretty perfect, actually," Chloe replies. "Yours?"
"Productive and informative," Rachel says. "Did you know that Quinn is an exceptional singer?"
Chloe shakes her head. "Did you know that Beca plans on leaving Barden at the end of the year?"
"No," Rachel replies. "But I'm not surprised. She did say last night that she wanted to be in LA trying to DJ."
"We can't let her leave," Chloe continues. "Not when I just found her."
"That's approximately eight months away, Chloe," Rachel says.
"I know, but it'll just fly by," Chloe replies. "And then poof, she's gone."
"Or it's two hundred and forty days to make her realize she wants to stay."
"I guess that's true," Chloe allows. "But you're going to help me get her to stay."
"Of course," Rachel nods. "I like Beca."
"Good," Chloe smiles. "Wait a minute. How do you know Quinn is such a great singer?"
"I may have overheard her singing in the shower," Rachel admits.
"Oooh, you didn't burst in on her, did you?" Chloe questions. "Because that's totally my thing."
"No, I didn't pull a Chloe," Rachel retorts. "I waited outside the stall."
"Only mildly creepy."
"Well I try."
"So you spent the whole day with Quinn?"
"Just most of the morning," Rachel answers.
"And considering you get up at six freaking a.m., that's saying something."
"Exactly."
"So…" Chloe says. "Does this mean you're into Quinn?"
"I could be," Rachel replies. "I really enjoyed spending time with her today. But she's a bit hard to read. It took quite a bit for her to really open up and relax."
"Yeah, I got that sense the other night."
"Well, I've got time," Rachel says. "She'll give in eventually. I am if nothing else, tenacious."
…
"So how was your breakfast with Rachel?" Beca asks Quinn.
"Good. Really good, actually."
"You sound surprised," Beca says.
"Well, I've never really… Rachel's the first…"
"Rachel's the first girl you've liked? Or at least let yourself like?"
Quinn nods.
"Ah," Beca nods. "You shouldn't stress so much. Rachel's cool. Crazier than I first thought, but a real sweetheart."
"I know. I just…"
"Just be yourself," Beca says. "Isn't that what everyone always says?"
"Yeah, in after school special and guidance school pamphlets," Quinn scoffs.
"Rachel seems to appreciate honesty," Beca replies. "If you can actually relax long enough to just be your normal ridiculous self, you'll be fine."
"I'll take it under consideration," Quinn says. "So what'd you do today? Spend most of it sleeping?"
"Actually Chloe came over and we hung out."
"Really?"
"Why do you sound so surprised, now?"
"Because you're a weird musician loner," Quinn replies.
"Hey," Beca says. "I'm not weird. I'm quirky."
"Uh huh," Quinn nods. "You left your computer on. You were making a mix while she was here?"
"Uh, no, actually I played her a few of mine."
"You played her some of your mixes," Quinn says, slowly.
Beca shrugs. "Yeah."
"Your personal mixes?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Didn't you just tell me a couple days ago that no one gets to hear those?"
"Um…"
"You have it so bad for her."
"What? I do not."
"Uh huh, whatever lets you sleep at night."
…
Today is the day they're assigned lab partners. Chloe has been both anticipating and dreading this day. While she's excited to meet someone new, she also knows a bad lab partner can ruin an entire year.
She's forced to sit through an entire lecture beforehand though. Chloe thinks her professor may enjoy torturing them. It doesn't bode well for their tests.
"Before you all go," Dr. Mason says. "I put all your names in a hat and paired you up randomly because it seemed the most fair."
"What kind of hat?" someone asks from the back row.
Dr. Mason chuckles. "I wish could say something cool like a top hat or a cowboy hat, but alas, it was just a baseball cap."
"Was it your hat?"
"Listen, if you want to discuss my hat choosing process, we can talk after class," Dr. Mason replies. "But I think everyone else wants to know who their lab partner is going to be for the year."
"Yeah," someone else calls out. "Shut up, already dude."
Dr. Mason laughs. "Okay, so here's the list of partners. Take the last ten minutes to find each other."
He sets three pieces of paper on his desk and takes a step back as everyone descends on it.
Chloe doesn't push her way through, knowing it'll be a bit easier to attempt when the chaos has died down a bit. She closes her eyes and hums one of the mixes Beca played for her yesterday.
Someone sits down next to her, but when she doesn't hear anything, she keeps her eyes closed. She assumes they're waiting as well. However, a moment later she is tapped on the shoulder.
Chloe opens her eyes to find an Asian girl with big eyes staring back at her. She says something, but Chloe can't hear her with the cacophony going on in the front of the room.
"I'm sorry, what?" Chloe asks, leaning forward.
It's a loud whisper now. "Are you Chloe Beale?"
Chloe nods, still leaning forward.
"I'm Lily Onakuramara. Your lab partner."
"Oh. Nice to meet you."
Lily nods.
"I guess I'll see you next time?"
Lily nods again.
"Okay," Chloe says, standing. "I, uh, have another class to get to."
Chloe thinks that maybe Lily says good bye as well, but she can't be sure. This is going to be an interesting year.
…
"Beca, there you are."
Beca sighs. She should have gone with her first instincts and stayed in her room. She really wishes she'd had her headphones on. She could have ignored her dad so much easily. "Dad."
"Studying?" He sounds a little too hopeful.
"Not exactly," she grumbles.
"Beca," he sighs. "I thought you were going to try."
"I am trying."
"By doing what?" he asks. "You're not studying. You haven't joined any groups. I guess I'm just supposed to be grateful that you're going to your classes at least. Please, at least tell me that you're not sleeping in all of them."
"I study," Beca insists. "I totally aced my Philosophy quiz this afternoon."
"Says you," her dad says.
"And," Beca continues. "I auditioned. For the Barden Bellas. It's not my fault that they didn't let me in."
"You? Auditioned for an a capella group? I'm really supposed to believe that?"
"Yeah. You are."
"How sarcastic were you?"
"Just barely," Beca retorts.
He sighs. "Beca. The deal is still on the table, but you have to really try. Just floating through isn't going to cut it."
"Dad that's not fair," Beca protests. "I am trying. I'm actually--"
"I don't want to hear your excuses, Beca. I want to see you trying."
"Oh my god, stop saying try."
"Beca, I’m serious. You have to--"
"You know what, dad," Beca interrupts, standing. "I have class. I should go."
The look she receives implies that he doesn't believe her. "Fine. Maybe you can come over for dinner one night this week."
"I'd really rather not," Beca says before she can censor herself.
This time his sigh is the loudest possible. "Go to class."
She nods and takes off towards a random building, just needing to get away.