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Chapter 12 is up!

Beca awoke, once again, in Chloe’s arms. She was snuggled close to her girlfriend, not a stitch of clothing between them. Beca could still feel the previous night’s activities in all of the right places. She wouldn’t have minded a repeat in the morning, but Chloe’s phone alarm soon woke the pair.

Beca felt Chloe press a kiss on her shoulder. “Morning,” Chloe said, her voice thick with sleep.

“Hey.”

“Last night was so, so good.”

“It was. I can’t tell you the last time I felt that good, if ever.”

Beca felt Chloe sit upright quickly. “Wait, was that your first time?”

Beca shook her head. “I had a girlfriend in my senior year of high school. We slept together a handful of times. But she never made me feel anywhere near as good as you did last night.”

“Awes,” said Chloe. “You seemed pretty confident, so I figured this wasn’t new. But, you never know, and we probably should have talked about that before sleeping together.”

Beca shrugged. “Morgan and I were each other’s firsts, so I don’t have any idea how the talk goes.”

“Well, if you want to talk numbers, you’re–”

Beca cut her off. “I don’t need to know, do I? I assume you’re clean, right?”

“Oh, totes. I got tested at the health center a few months ago, just in case. Also, I always used condoms with guys, and I’ve never shared any of my sex toys without washing them really well in between.”

Beca’s face warmed at Chloe’s very casual mention of sex toys. “You have…” Beca couldn’t bring herself to say that phrase.

“Bec, come on. After what we did last night, I’m sure you can say it.”

“Sex toys,” she said, hands buried in her face.

“There you go!” Chloe said, in a tone that was way too chipper, in Beca’s opinion, for the situation. “Do you want to try some?”

“Now?”

“Of course not. We have rehearsal in, like, a half hour.”

“Right.” Beca pondered the idea for a moment. “Yeah, sure. You can show me the next time your dorm is free. Or, if by some miracle, mine is free. I swear the entire Korean Student Association has been in my dorm before, and one time, I think at least four people were sitting on my bed.”

“Did you kick them out?”

“No. I tread pretty lightly around Kimmy Jin. I grabbed my laptop and headphones and headed to the library. I found a corner where I could work on my mixes in peace.”

“You can do that in the library?”

“Well, I was a little limited with the lack of soundboard, but, yeah. I triple-checked that the sound from my laptop was coming through my headphones, though, before starting.”

“Gotcha.” Chloe grabbed her phone and looked at the time. “We’d better get dressed. I have some breakfast sandwiches in my fridge we can microwave or some protein bars if that works.”

“I’m good with either.”

The two got dressed, and, thanks to the pair’s unavoidable urge to make out for just a little longer than they should, they grabbed protein bars and ate them on the way to rehearsal.

Aubrey was her usual uptight, bossy self during the rehearsal. She’d chosen that day to review the video of their performance and nitpick it. She called Beca out on her poor “hand heart” shape during “Eternal Flame.” Beca simply nodded and assured her she’d try harder at the next competition. Chloe had opened her mouth to speak up, but she stopped once she noticed Beca’s subtle shake of her head. She didn’t want her well-meaning girlfriend to say too much and out her anxiety attack she’d had before the competition.

The day of the next competition, Chloe headed to Beca’s dorm beforehand to help with her hair. Beca found herself in a fairly calm mood, and her girlfriend appeared to be very relieved.

Beca couldn’t believe her ears when she heard her mix of “Bulletproof” and “Release Me” playing on the campus radio station that was playing on the outdoor speakers. She took off running toward the station.

“Hey!” she yelled at Luke, who was in the DJ booth, unable to hear her. She banged on the window. “This is my track! You’re playing my song right now! That is awesome! You like it? You put it on the radio! That is amazing!” She was so excited, and she didn’t even care that Luke probably thought she sounded ridiculous.

“Sick beat,” said Luke.

“Yeah, I always thought her beats were pretty sick,” said Jesse from the second level of the station.

“Hey, Becky, listen, spring break, I want you to take the night shift. Play your music. The deejay at ‘The Garage’ does a brilliant mix of this song as well, but yours? It’s better,” said Luke.

“Yeah, it is,” said Beca, feeling cocky.

“I’m going to listen to her tonight. I think you should come with,” said Luke.

“I have a thing,” said Beca.

She saw Luke look her over. “Flight attendant training?”

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m practicing saying, ‘Coffee, tea, pillow?’” Beca waited for a beat. “No, I’m a Barden Bella. Tonight’s the semi-finals.”

“Really?” asked Luke. “I did not have you pegged as an a cappella girl.”

“That’s ‘cause you don’t know Becky like I do,” said Jesse. He turned to Beca. “See you tonight.” He walked out the door of the radio station, carrying his Trebles jacket with him.

Beca stood outside the booth, smiling. Part of her couldn’t believe Luke had finally played one of her mixes.

Just as the song ended, Chloe came to the radio station. “Come on, Beca, let’s go. I convinced Aubrey to let you stay at the station until your song is over, but she’s going to lose her shit if you don’t head to the bus.”

As they walked over to the bus, Beca saw Benji by the Trebles’ bus, begging them to bring him with them.

"Can I hitch a ride? I’d take my car, but...I don’t have one,” said Benji.

“Benji, I’m sorry,” said Jesse. “I think only Trebles can ride the bus. It’s pretty much a rule.”

“Of course. Good luck tonight,” said Benji

Beca shot Jesse a look. “Can’t you do something to help him?”

Jesse sighed, reached into his pocket, and tossed his car keys to Benji, which he did not catch. “Be careful with her, okay?”

Benji nodded as he retrieved the keys from the ground. “Thanks, Jesse,” Benji said, and his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

Fat Amy pulled the bus into a gas station. “Don’t you flat-butts worry, I’ve got this. I’m just going to pump and dump.”

“I did not need to know that,” said Beca.

The Bellas were chatting on the bus when they heard Amy yell, “I’ve been shot! I’ve just been shot! Help me!” from behind the bus.

Cynthia Rose was the first off the bus, followed closely by Beca and Lilly.

When Beca came around, Amy was sitting up. “I’m sitting up. I’m talking; there’s no need for mouth-to-mouth.”

“What happened?” Beca asked.

“Bumper threw a big-ass burrito at me! I’m going to kill him, I swear. I’m going to finish him like a cheesecake.”

“Okay, Amy, let’s get back on the bus,” said Beca. “Let’s find you a clean shirt.”

They got on the bus, and Beca explained what had happened.

“It’s a good thing I insisted everyone bring a spare uniform,” said Aubrey. “Put that on, and let’s get back on the road.”

Beca looked at Amy and noticed there was a little bit of burrito just behind her ear. She got up from her seat next to Chloe and moved to the empty one behind Amy.

She quietly said, “You’ve got yourself a little something there.”

“Just leave it,” Amy replied. “It fuels my hate fire.”

Just as Beca sat down, Chloe began to sing.

I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan

Cynthia Rose joined her.

Welcome to the land of fame excess Am I gonna fit in?

The next thing she knew, the rest of the group joined in, some of them even doing the a cappella version of the instrumentation. She folded her arms and refused.

Jumped in the cab, Here I am for the first time Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign This is all so crazy Everybody seems so famous

Beca said, “This is lame.”

My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick Too much pressure and I'm nervous, That's when the taxi man turned on the radio And the Jay-Z song was on And the Jay-Z song was on And the Jay-Z song was on

The entire group was looking at Beca, urging her to join in. Chloe said, “I know you know it, Beca.”

Beca continued to fold her arms across her chest, but she could feel her resolve cracking.

“Beca…” Chloe said, giving her the puppy-dog eyes.

So I put my hands up They're playing my song, And the butterflies fly away

They continued the rest of the chorus until they heard the bus sputter to a stop. Amy announced that they’d run out of gas. Apparently, she hadn’t managed to fill up the tank when they’d stopped due to the flying Mexican food.

Aubrey initially refused when Chloe began to suggest they call the Trebles, and Beca couldn’t help but laugh just a little when Fat Amy refused to explain why she had Bumper’s number in her phone. Even Aubrey couldn’t think of another way to get to the competition, so she begrudgingly agreed.

Once they got on the Trebles’ bus, the Bellas all sat on one side, the Trebles on the other. Nobody spoke for the first few minutes, aside from Chloe thanking Donald for picking them up.

“So, Bellas, what boring, estrogen-filled set have you prepared for us this evening?” asked Bumper.

“Umm, excuse me,” said Fat Amy. “But you guys are going to get pitch-slapped so hard, your man boobs are going to concave.”

“Gentleman, I believe we were in the middle of our warm-up,” said Bumper. He blew the pitch pipe before singing, “You can suck my balls,” in a scale pattern.

The Trebles echoed him.

Not to be outdone, Fat Amy responded with, “You can lick my ass” in the same scale pattern.

The Bellas echoed her, and the groups tried to outdo each other until the bus screeched to a halt at the parking lot of the auditorium of the school hosting the semi-finals.

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