Not Quite Bulletproof, A Pitch Perfect Fanfic: Chapter 1 (Beca/Chloe)

Author: DubCliq

Two years later, the Barden Bellas are reunited.

A/N: I haven’t decided on the length of this fic, though I have a rough idea about where I want it to go. It won’t be more than 5 chapters at most (most likely 3). Ideas are, of course, welcome. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They belong to Kay Cannon and the producers of Pitch Perfect.

Not Quite Bulletproof

Chloe stepped into the crowded club, her eyes immediately adjusting to the dark room and flashing lights. She allowed herself to be dragged to the bar by an already-tipsy Aubrey, who quickly ordered their group a round of tequila shots. A few more shots later, Chloe found herself sitting at their table alone, with most of the Bellas having disappeared into the throng of undulating bodies. Even Aubrey, who had always shown some restraint, was off somewhere dancing with a muscled blond that had caught her eye.

Chloe bobbed her head to the catchy beat, shaking her head to turn down another offer to dance. She observed the scene, taking note of the huge space that was packed for one of the biggest clubbing events of the year. She was no stranger to the club scene, yet she found herself less and less at ease as song after song played. But who could blame her? After all, this was DJ Becapella’s 21st birthday bash – and the first time she would be spinning her music in front of a live audience.



Beca stayed still, not needing to turn around to know the owner of the voice.

Hey,” she murmured, continuing to hug her knees to her chest as she stared at the pool in front of her. She felt the redhead kick off her sandals and sit next to her, dipping her feet in the water.

Why aren’t you inside celebrating with the rest of us? We won! Because of you!”

Beca shrugged.

Hey, what’s wrong?” Chloe placed a comforting hand on Beca’s shoulder.

This was fun,” the brunette responded.

The party? It’s not over yet, I think Fat Amy’s giving Benji a lap dance,” Chloe said, smiling at Beca, who shook her head in response.

The Bellas. College. I was so sure college wasn’t right for me. That I wouldn’t fit in. I thought…” She hesitated. “I thought it would be easy… to leave.”

The senior furrowed her brows, not understanding. “Leave?”

Beca turned, finally meeting her eyes.

Remember spring break, when my manager let me play my music?”

Chloe’s face brightened at the memory.

Yup, you played really good mixes. Tuning in kept me sane when I was recovering after my surgery…” She trailed off, her cheeks turning a slight tinge of pink.

Beca gave her a small smile.

Someone contacted me – a talent agent from a recording company in LA. They want to sign me on to work on the arrangements of some songs.”

That’s awesome! I knew you’d—”

They want me there to do a couple of demos as soon as possible. My flight leaves tomorrow morning.”


Despite her apprehension, Chloe couldn’t help but feel her heart leap at the thought of seeing the brunette again, even if she probably wouldn’t even get to talk to her. She had watched every interview and read every article and tabloid she could find on the girl, following the Beca’s rise to fame. She had bought and listened to every mix she made and every song she had collaborated on with another artist, the songs practically taking up all of the spots on the Top 25 Most Played playlist in her iPod. She had tuned in every time DJ Becapella made a special appearance on the radio waves.

She tried to tell herself that she had grown to see the younger Bellas as her family and that she just genuinely wanted to see them do well. But not even Cynthia Rose’s brief stint as a backup singer for Beyonce got her this excited.

She had needed a lot of convincing before agreeing to come. Aubrey had somehow not only gotten the Bellas on the guest list, but also managed to score them one of the VIP tables, which must have cost her a fortune. She was surprised that the blonde had suggested they have a Bellas reunion at the event. After all, Aubrey and Beca had never really been friends despite making peace for the ICCA finals, and Aubrey had never mentioned keeping in touch with her. In fact, none of the Bellas had heard from Beca in a while.

The Bellas had tried to keep in touch through email after that school year, but eventually, life happened and everyone got busy with their own classes and work and social life during the summer. As the new school year began, the non-returning members found it harder to consistently keep in touch with the returning members, with new members recruited and not having practices together anymore. So it wasn’t Beca’s fault for disappearing, really – plus, she had never been the talkative type even if she had been the one to urge the group to open up to each other. Beca always needed a bit of a push to talk about herself.


Tomorrow? Were you ever going to tell us?” Chloe hadn’t heard her voice this high pitched since her surgery. She felt her dread quickly being replaced by anger.

I’m telling you now, Chlo—”

You’re telling me because I came out here and asked you! What, was I supposed to just find out when you don’t show up at my graduation in two days?”

What? Of course not! I would’ve—I just didn’t get the chance to—I ordered flowers for you… I er, for you and Aubrey.”

There was a tense silence between the two for a brief moment, but Chloe found her anger dissipating as she saw how truly bummed the younger girl was.

I’m sorry,” the brunette mumbled, looking down. “You know I really want to be there.”

It’s okay,” Chloe sighed, still feeling disappointed. “It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, I get it. I just wish you didn’t have to leave so soon.”

Me too.”

I’m going to miss you.”

Beca’s eyes snapped up to Chloe, who was looking at her intently.

I’m going to miss you too,” she mumbled back. “Thanks for… taking a chance on me. For pushing me to join. It made my year.”

Chloe smiled in response, not taking her eyes off Beca’s. She couldn’t deny that she had a soft spot for the girl, though she couldn’t explain why. Something about the younger girl drew her in – maybe it was her raw talent, or her stubbornness and drive. Or maybe it was her witty sarcasm, or the way she always wanted to test the boundaries and think outside the box.

Or it could really just be that she had seen her naked…and enjoyed it a little. Because truthfully, Chloe was not as confident as she made herself out to be. She did not know what had possessed her to spy on the new girl or even pull the shower curtain that night – all she knew was that she was determined to recruit the best for the Bellas in order to win a championship before graduation. She had wanted to come off as the cool, confident, sexy senior and impress the alt freshman, but most likely ended up weirding her out.

In her defense, it was Beca’s fault. Because damn, why did she have to be singing her lady jam of all songs? And with that voice. Maybe it was what spurred her to her act of spontaneity. And god, when they harmonized to that song for those few seconds – she could swear she got wetter than she did with an entire hour of foreplay with her boy toy.

So maybe it hadn’t been him she was thinking about that night.


Chloe was distracted from her thoughts as a deep voice interrupted the music.

"Alright, alright, guys, let’s give a round of applause to DJ Nikko, who’s been entertaining all of you and getting you pumped for the main event!"

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers, and the man stopped to wait for it to die down before continuing.

"And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! It’s two minutes ‘til midnight and all you lucky bitches get to celebrate DJ Becapella’s 21st birthday and live debut! So you better put your fuckin’ hands together and make some noise for DEEJAAAAAY BECAPELLAAAA!"

The crowd grew even wilder at the announcement– if that was possible – as a familiar brunette stepped out, dressed in skinny jeans and a simple v-neck t-shirt with her signature headphones around her neck. Chloe felt her breath hitch as she watched the girl – no – the woman, smile confidently at the crowd, grabbing the microphone.


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