'Thank you!', Chloe said as she was passed her mojito.
'No problem', Beca replied with a subtle smirk.
'Are you sure this is non-alcoholic?'
'Yeah, of course it is'
'Hm', Chloe shrugged her shoulders nonchalently and took another sip.
Thinking that she was drinking a virgin mojito, Chloe finished her glass pretty quickly- a few sips later in fact.
'Beca, could you get me another? They're so good', she asked, putting her empty glass on the table.
The brunette obeyed her orders and strolled over to the bar, feeling almost proud of her pranking skills.
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'You know, Emily', Chloe announced, gesturing with her hands, 'You're like a daughter to me'
'Aw! You're like a second mom to me', Emily replied, giving her a hug across the table.
'I wouldn't trust what she's saying right now', Beca quipped.
Chloe had been getting progressively more and more drunk after the last two 'non-alcoholic drinks'. Seeing quite how drunk she was getting, Beca decided to stop her little game, and was buying her soft drinks instead. Initially, she didn't realise how easily Chloe had turned tipsy.
'I'm not tipsy', the redhead argued, 'I've been a good girl'
'Beca hasn't been a good girl', Sam said, raising her eyebrow at the brunette and smirking.
'What does that mean?'
Beca widened her eyes and gently shook her head- she was trying to tell Sam not to give the game away.
'Oh, um...I just meant that she forgot to say thank you...to the barman...last time', Sam mumbled.
Chloe seemed satisfied with that answer, and carried on drinking her soda.
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After a cosy evening in the bar, the girls thought that it was a good time to start heading home.
'Thanks for taking us out', Sam said to Chloe and Beca as they left the bar.
'I'd do anything for my Sammy', Chloe smiled, putting an arm around the young lady's waist.
'You're acting real tipsy, Mom', Emily said, looking over her shoulder as she led the way with Beca.
'No I'm not'
Just a second after she made that statement, she stumbled over the edge of a pathway; Sam steadied her until Beca asked if she was okay.
'I'm fffine...I'm fine', Chloe slurred.
'Chlo, those drinks weren't virgin', Beca admitted suddenly.
'What? Who's a virgin?', the redhead replied, squinting her eyes.
The girls stifled their laughs before the DJ offered her girlfriend a piggy back ride home.
'No, I'm okay, thank you. I love you though', Chloe smiled.
'Can I have a piggy back?', Emily asked cautiously, unsure of how aggressive the answer would be.
'You're not drunk', Beca said matter-of-factly.
'I know...But I really like piggy back rides, and I haven't had one since I was a kid'
'Come on, Beca- let her ride you', Chloe pleaded, earning lots of laughs from the group.
Rolling her eyes, Beca stopped in the middle of the pavement and leaned forward slightly. Wasting no time at all, Emily practically jumped onto the short girl's back with a wide grin of childish wonderment plastered over her face. Beca was visibly struggling to carry the Bella- her knees were bending at the strain of carrying the long, lanky legs. Nevertheless, she continued onwards, as there was only a little way left to walk.
'I...hope...you're...paying me for that', the brunette panted when she let Emily off her back.
'I'll bake you a cake tomorrow', Emily promised.
They had approached the front door of the house, and Beca was now letting everyone in. Straight away, Sam and Emily headed towards the lounge, and Chloe announced that she needed to use the bathroom.
'Okay, I'm coming up with you', Beca told her, standing behind her girlfriend.
All the way up the stairs, the brunette protectively kept Chloe steady, holding her waist and watching their steps. As they reached the bathroom, she left Chloe to use it on her own, shutting the door for her.
A few minutes passed, and the redhead was still in there; Beca grew worried.
'Chlo? What are you doing?'
After hearing no reply, she put an ear to the door to listen in.
She was crying.
Beca opened the door immediately, and found a softly sobbing Chloe sat on top of the toilet seat lid.
'Hey, what's wrong?', she said, kneeling in front of Chloe and resting a hand on her knees.
The ginger wiped at her eyes, then said solemnly, 'I've got a headache and I feel lightheaded, so I-I think I'm pregnant'
Beca tried with all her might not to burst out laughing at what she just heard- instead saying, 'You do know that's impossible, right? Unless you've been cheating on me, Beale'
'I've only been having sex with you', Chloe answered innocently, 'We have sex a lot, Beca', she added with a sob.
'You say that like it's a bad thing'
'That means I'm pregnant. If you do it all the time, it makes you pregnant'
Beca couldn't hold her laughter back any longer. 'Chlo, I don't have a dick! It would be physically impossible'
'For real?'
'For real'
'Oh', Chloe replied. She instantly stopped crying and became doe-eyed. 'Wouldn't it be nice if I did get pregnant though?'
'You are so confusing'
The DJ lifted her girlfriend off the toilet seat and escorted her downstairs. They sat next to each other on the sofa, with Sam and Emily chilling out in their own armchairs opposite.
'I just had to explain to this dork why it's impossible for me to get her pregnant', Beca told the younger girls.
They both laughed, then Sam's facial expression turned into an 'o' shape. 'How cute would that be though?', she exclaimed.
'What would you call them?', Emily demanded to know, putting her hands on both arms of the seat as if she was stabilising herself.
Chloe looked puzzled for a second, as if she was thinking deeply about the question. 'Tell us- tell us some names, and we'll say if we like them or not'
'Harry'
'No'
'...No'
'Jake'
'I kinda like Jake', Beca admitted.
'Yes', Chloe agreed.
'Jennifer, or Jenny', Sam suggested.
'Yeah...yeah'
'I love that name'
Emily scratched her chin theatrically, and as Sam watched her do it, she started doing it too.
'There's not really any point in asking what our children's names would be, is there?', Beca said out of the blue, breaking the girls' train of thought, and sending the train onto a completely different track.
Was Beca about to tell everyone that she never wanted to have kids? That she hated kids? Her and Chloe had never discussed it, as far as anyone knew, so it was probable.
'Because we might change our minds when- if- if it happens', the brunette finished, bringing a welcome smile and air of relief over the room.
Chloe, in reaction to what she just heard, snuggled up to Beca, putting her head on her lap. Beca played with her hair as she lay there happily.
'Whose surname would they take?', Sam wondered aloud, not necessarily expecting anyone to know the answer.
'I looked it up once', Beca replied, 'I think you can choose whose name the baby has nowadays'
'That's cool. So would your kids be Beales or Mitchells?'
Similtaneously, Beca and Chloe called out their own surname, then frowned at each other.
'We would definitely use my name', Chloe insisted.
'No way'
'If we got married, you'd totes take my name'
'Bullshit!', Beca argued, looking down at her girlfriend, who was still laying her head on her lap.
'To be honest, I agree with Chloe', Emily said carefully.
Beca threw her a look that said 'what the hell, dude?'. Emily shrugged innocently.
The DJ thought to herself momentarily, imagining what it would be like if she actually did drop 'Mitchell'.
Then it hit her.
'I'd be Beca Beale. Beca freaking Beale. Do you realise how stupid that sounds?', she exclaimed, making all the girls burst out laughing. 'No, you'd have to take my name. Chloe Mitchell', she added.
The redhead laying on Beca's legs turned to face her and smiled, 'That suits me'
'It's sorted then. You'll be Chloe Mitchell. Mark my words'