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Beca Mitchell hadn’t envisioned herself going to a masquerade party for the higher-class citizens of Barden -ever-, but her father has been invited because of his position as the towns doctor. She still remembered the evening before the party when her father told her the news.
“Dad you can’t just expect me to go. You know how I’ve been trying to get this mix right for like a week” Beca said. The doctor furrowed his brows when he saw his daughter walking out of the living room, away from their conversation. “Beca I understand your ‘need’ to make music, but you can’t start on your dream without a reputation.” Beca remained stoic and refused to meet her fathers’ eyes. “Come on Beca. Look at this as a chance to make connections, be social. Sheila would love if you came along.” he said while trying to look Beca in the eye. Beca rolled her eyes all the way to the back of her head, there was no way she was going to go if the stepmonster was there. “You know that’s not really helping your case dad. But I will use it to get my mixes out there”.
So now here she is, adjusting her three-piece black suit trying to look more comfortable than she actually felt. The brunette walked inside the extravagant mansion alongside her father and Sheila. ‘This shits crazy big dude’ she thought. She handed the doorman her coat and made her way inside the ball room. “Dad, you didn’t tell me it was this fucking huge.” she said casually looking around the enormous room, jazz band playing on a podium in the back of the room. “Beca!” chastised her dad. “Try to be polite for once please.” said her dad. “Fine, I’m gonna get a drink for myself. You guys want any fancy champagne?”. The only answers she received we’re two shakes of the head.
While standing at the table, with a lot of food and drinks, Beca took the opportunity to really look around. That’s when she saw her, a woman on the other side of the room talking to what looked like an army boy all uniformed up. Beca rolled her eyes, why do all the knuckle heads always get the pretty girls. The woman was pretty though. The red wavy hair and that red subtly sparkling dress that accentuated all the right curves. ‘whoah’ she thought again.
After great consideration on what snack to choose -staring at the beautiful woman across the room- she started looking if her father and stepmonster we're around, but as she started looking around and occasionally stealing a peak at the beautiful redhead, she made eye contact with said woman. Blue, so fucking blue. Her eyes struck an uncanny resemblance to the ocean washing down at shore. Reminding Beca of sandy beaches and clear skies.
Realizing she had been holding eye contact for what was longer than socially acceptable between two complete strangers, she turned to walk towards her father and stepmother. As she was walking towards them, she was intercepted by the striking red-headed woman.
“Hi, I’m Chloe” she said in a sultry tone. “oh- uh wow, I mean hey obviously, like who uses wow as a greeting, could not be me dude. No way, I mean-” As Beca started mumbling incoherent sentences, she heard a soft and melodic giggle, making her look up from her feet where her eyes had found their purpose. When she looked up she saw the most beautiful sight she had seen in a while -maybe her whole life who cares- Chloe had a broad grin on her face that made her eyes somehow look even more vibrant than before. “What’s your name?” Chloe asked while Beca stood stunned in silence.
“Ah uh, it’s Beca. Beca Mitchell, you know from my father. Maybe you know him? Dr.Mitchell?” after Beca managed to form a whole sentence, she mentally patted herself on the back. “Nice suit Becs, you clean up quite nice” -already giving her nicknames and oh man she was so screwed- “And yes actually, I do know him. He helped my father when he was bedridden with fever.”
Wait. Beca remembered her father saying something about that, wait- “Is your name Chloe Beale? as in- you know. The mayor’s daughter Beale?” questioned Beca. “Yes, it is, why?” said Chloe while slowly tilting her head to the side. She looked a little like a lost puppy with that confused glint in her eyes and the red hair that slowly fell to the side really accentue- focus Mitchell, you’re getting of track. “Are you sure you should be talking to someone like me?” asked Beca nervously.
“Someone like you? a gorgeous woman?” said Chloe as a sly grin slowly spread along her face.
With a sudden burst of confidence from the compliment, Beca replied with a little (great amount, like absolutely huge amount) sarcasm: “I mean considering my humongous reputation as Barden biggest flirt, what will they think?”. Beca checked Chloe out while slowly lifting her brow and starting to smirk. ‘Where is this coming from’ she thought to herself.
Chloe replied with as much sarcasm as a cheery person like her could muster: “Well I do consider suits to be one of my weaknesses you know. Maybe I should take it off of you tonight?”. Beca was taking a sip from her champagne when the reply came, so she started sputtering and choking on her drink whilst she tried to muster a response. All she could hear was the laugh of the beautiful woman in front of her. She couldn’t care less if anyone saw her like this. If this was the sight she would get for all her suffering she would do her absolute best to drink too much on the next gulp.
After Beca calmed down with the help of Chloe patting her on the back -which okay, didn’t help at all, but was appreciated (very much so) nonetheless- they continued their conversation. Telling each other about their dreams and ambitions. Beca felt like she wasn’t even talking to a person she met only half an hour ago. Chloe was a true sight to behold, all smiles and giggles. It was like she puked rainbows, but in a good way, if that’s even possible.
After a long conversation, Beca heard the band play one of her favourite songs: Born To Be Blue by Chet Baker. “May I have this dance?” Beca asked with a shy grin. Chloe’s smile only broadened as she gave a determined nod.
Chloe put her arms around Beca’s neck, even though she was tiny -a whole 5 foot 2 thank you very much- she still led the dance as she nervously put her hands on Chloe’s waist.
“You know,” started Chloe while laying her head on Beca’s shoulder “everyone’s staring”. Beca softly chuckled and replied: “Maybe it’s because you’re the most beautiful woman here, or it could be because of my great charm of course.”. Chloe laughed, a soft melody that became her favourite one after this evening. “I do remember someone saying something about being a huge flirt. Although Becs, I think I’ve seen you more flustered than a charmer like yourself should be.”. Beca stopped her humming to reply with a surprised look for dramatic effect. “Also, you have a beautiful voice.” said Chloe with after grinning at Beca’s shocked look. Beca could feel her smile on her shoulder. “Well, it’s all apart of the charm miss Beale.” she said while slowly dancing circles in the room.
Stopping to just sway to the music, which changed to Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller, Chloe slowly lifted her head of Beca’s shoulder to look the shorter girl in the eyes. “I’ve had a really fun evening Becs.” Chloe said, slowly inching closer. “We should definitely do this again sometime, maybe in the near future. Say, are you free tomorrow?” asked Chloe in a whisper. Beca just hummed an affirmative while she finally closed the distance between them. The kiss was short but filled with so much feeling that it could definitely count as a first kiss for in the books. As in history books, next to maybe a paragraph about when the Eiffel Tower was built or something, maybe even next to- well you get the gist of it.
They continued to dance and exchange sweet kisses while slowly swaying to the music playing in the background. Only eyes for each other. ‘Amazing band by the way’ thought Beca to herself as she slowly dipped Chloe and gave her a long and passionate kiss. It’s cliche whatever. But if you have a woman such as Chloe Beale in you arms, there’s really no other option but to bring out all the romance.
Beca didn’t expect her evening to end up like this, with Chloe on her arm and a date with the same beautiful woman she saw across the room in the beginning of the evening, the next day. She might have to thank her dad for bringing her here after all.