Stay, Stay, Stay

A Pitch Perfect Story

Disclaimer: I do not know anything familiar.

Song Recommendation: Stay, Stay, Stay by Taylor Swift

Author's Note: I love this song, and I also love this movie—especially Beca and Jesse. They are such a cute couple. This takes place during their junior year. I might turn this into a series of one-shots. Let me know what you think!


Beca stormed into the apartment she shares with Fat Amy and Stacie, ignoring the way that the door smacked against the wall. She didn't even check to see if the paint got chipped—she went to Barden for free—including free upperclassmen housing in the off-campus apartment complexes owned by the university—so her dad could spare a couple of bucks for a wall to be repainted. She was so angry that she wanted to break something—or, rather, someone.

Beca didn't know why he always insisted on fighting her battles for her; he had been doing it since before they began dating. She didn't need him telling her dad that moving to LA is her dream and that college is just a waste of time in her opinion. She didn't need him to tell Amy and the other girls that making constant references to her (their) sex life (or lack thereof, at times).She didn't need him to tell that guy at the frat party that she had a boyfriend. She certainly didn't need him to throw a goddamn flash mob in the quad for her birthday in November of last year—that was downright embarrassing. (Although, looking back, she should have realized that something was up when all of the Bellas, Treblemakers, B-Harmonics, and graduated alum [aka Bumper—really?—Donald, Chloe, Aubrey, et cetera] were strolling around the quad when he invited her on a picnic in the quad when it was two degrees out.)

The one time that she actually expected him to step up and be meddling ass that he usually is, he decided to not say a goddamn word, because he thought it would be funny and get him laid. She sure as hell didn't need or want to see her goddamn boyfriend practically being used as a pole by one of new freshman that she had personally selected to be a part of the Bellas this year. He didn't push that skanky bitch off of him when she tried to have sex with him in the middle of their friends. The asshole even had the nerve to fucking smirk when he saw her practically steaming from the ears and her face was surely as red as an apple.

Beca was relieved to find that neither Stacie or Amy were back from the Aca-Initiation party yet, with whatever guy they had picked up for the night to make the beast with two backs. She tore her gloves, scarf, and hat off and threw them on the floor. She then proceeded to tear off her coat, tossing that at the floor, too. Looking around, Beca spotted an empty printer-paper box by the recycling that she stolen from her dad's office; she, Amy, and Stacie had divided the reams of paper between them, so they were set for the entire school year. She began gathering up picture frames, hats, socks, books, CDs, movie cases—everything that Jesse had given her or left behind at the apartment.

"Becs, what the hell are you doing?" She heard his voice from the doorway. She ignored him, continuing to walk around the apartment, gathering up all of his crap and returning to the living room to throw it into the box. "Is that my toothbrush?" He had bought a spare one to leave at her place, and he had bought her one (a pink one that made him laugh when he saw the look on her face—she hated pink with a passion) to leave at his. He sounded hurt, and a small part of her almost cracked, but then she remembered Tiffany's body writhing against his and how he rolled his hips into the bottle-blonde's ass and the grin on his face when he saw her standing off to the side of the crowd.

"Yes." She spat out, glaring at him.

"Don't you think you are overreacting the tiniest bit?" He asked as he walked into the room and dropped onto the couch, watching her pack everything relating to him into an empty box. Beca balled her fists, trying her hardest to keep from marching over to him and punching him in the face like she did to that middle-aged guy at their first competition in their respective a cappella groups.

"You are walking a fine line, Swanson. If you want to keep your balls, I suggest you stop talking. You know that I can't always control my anger." She said in a deep voice, trying to contain herself to the best of her ability, as she surveyed the apartment for any remaining traces of him.

"Bec, I am sorry that you got jealous over Tiffany dancing with me." He smirked at her again. He always did find her anger amusing. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Jealous!?" She screamed. She was so angry that she decided to throw something at him, which happened to be her phone…that she dug out of the back pocket of her jeans…that smacked him squarely in the middle of the forehead.

"Jesus, Beca!" Jesse's hands flew to his forehead, rubbing at the growing red mark from where her phone hit him.

"I hope that it didn't break, or else you will have to buy me a new one for breaking it with you idiot head." She leaned down and grabbed a balled up pair of socks of his that she stole from his laundry basket one of the times she spent the night in his room at the Treble house. She threw that at him, smiling when it bounced off the top of his head. She started digging more and more stuff out of the box—shoes, a stuff bunny that he bought her when they went to an amusement park by the beach, one of his textbooks from when they were doing homework before the auditions.

"Beca!" The soft items, such as the socks and the stuffed bunny aren't that bad, but when she started pelting him with shoes, Jesse dove over the back of the sofa to hide from her. He narrowly missed getting hit with his own textbook. "What the hell!?"

"I went to pee for five fucking minutes, and you let a bleach-blonde tramp practically have sex with you in the middle of our friends! How is that okay, Jesse? I wouldn't care if you were actually dancing, but no, you let her grind against you like she was dog in fucking heat! A good boyfriend would have pushed her away. A good boyfriend would have told her that he was dating her new group leader. A good boyfriend would have told her that you were committed to the said Bella leader. Did you do any of that? No! You let that skank dry-hump you—hell, you returned the fucking favor—and then had the fucking nerve to smirk at me when I got back to the party, as if it was funny to see that I was hurt and pissed off."

"Are you done throwing things?" Jesse asked, carefully raising his head over the back of the couch, waving a tissue that he had grabbed from the tissue box on the end table. Beca just crossed her arms and glared at him. "I honestly assumed that you would just get jealous and then stake your claim by pushing in between us and make out with me in front of her. I didn't expect you to storm off like this. I certainly didn't expect you to get this angry."

"Well, you know what they say about assume things—it makes an ass out of you and your girlfriend dumps your ass!"

"Actually, the saying is making an ass out of you and me…"

"Well, I think I like my version better." She pointed to the box at her feet, which only has a few of things left in it. "Grab your shit and get out."

"Beca, you can't be serious. You can't break up with me because a girl danced with me at a party?"

"Um, I think I can and I am. Get out." She turned her back on him and stormed toward her room. She slammed the door behind her and locked it (a lock she had to install after she woke up to Amy breaking into her room and recording her and Jesse sleeping one night the year before). She collapsed against the door and slid down it, burying her face in her hands, finally letting the tears spill down her cheeks.

"I am not leaving, Becs!" Jesse said, pounding on the door. "I am most definitely not letting you break up with me." Beca heard his body slide down the door, just as she had. "Please open the door?" She refused to answer him and continued to silently cry, her heart breaking into a million pieces. She didn't know if she was relieved or even more pissed off when he decided that they weren't broken up.

Eventually, Beca stood up and pulled off her clothes and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She groaned when she realized that she missed one of his shirts in her stuff—probably one that she had stolen from him one night after they had sex. She buried her face into it for a moment, smelling the faint scent of him before she pulled the shirt off and stormed over to the door, unlocking and pulling it open. Jesse had moved to the couch, setting up a makeshift bed with the throw blankets that the girls had draped over the couch and arm chairs. His eyebrows rose when he saw her standing in the doorway of her room, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a bra with his shirt bunched up in her hands. She threw the shirt out of the room before turning on her heel and slamming the door again, switching the lock into place. "GO AWAY!" She shouted through the door as she grabbed one of her own t-shirts from her dresser and collapsed into her bed.

Beca sat in her bed, clutching her pillow to her chest. It smelled faintly like his cologne, but it wasn't enough. She sat there for about an hour before she snuck over to the door and carefully unlocked it. She had to pee and hated going to bed without brushing her teeth and washing her face. Her heart thudded in her chest as she slowly opened the door to her room. The living room was dark and quiet. Beca could see him stretched out on the couch with one blanket bunched under his head as a makeshift pillow and another draped over his body. His jeans lay on the floor beside him. She quickly made her way to the bathroom, doing what she needed to do in there as quietly as she could, before making her way back down the hall to her room that bordered the living room.

Beca spotted her phone lying on the end table beside the couch. She crept over to it, grabbing it as carefully as she could without making a noise. She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of his face. He was so beautiful, and it took her breath away to think about how much she loved him. She hated that they were fighting. She hated that he hurt her. She hated that she actually loved another person with such so much ferocity.

Beca itched to touch him, but she was mad and hurt, and he needed to know that. It was too easy to just let what happened earlier go, but she couldn't. Taking a deep breath, she carefully crept back toward her room. She spotted his cologne in the box of his things on her way there, pausing for a moment to glance over her shoulder at him. Beca quickly bent to grabbed it and crept into her room, spraying her pillow lightly with it. She then made her way back to the living room and returned the cologne to the box before slipping back into her room and locking the door behind her.

It was nearly midnight, but she didn't care, because she didn't have classes on Fridays. Jesse, on the other hand, had class at eight. Beca always hated when they spent the night together on Thursdays, because she would always get up with him at seven and make him breakfast while he showered and got ready for the day the next morning. Then, she would slip back into bed—hers or his, it didn't matter—and fall back to sleep until he got back from his two classes and climb into bed with her at about ten-fifteen in the morning. He would then proceed to wake her up in the most enjoyable ways before finally pulling her from bed and making her a massive lunch to replenish her energy. Beca's cheeks burned as she thought about all the good things about their relationship. Some of them were so stupid and small, but they were what made her happy.

For example, Jesse was the biggest nerd in the world. After they started dating, she learned that he wore reading glasses. The first time she saw him put them on, she laughed so hard that she nearly peed her pants. When she glanced at his face, she saw how broken-hearted he looked when she laughed at him that she immediately stopped laughing and pulled him into a heated kiss. She told him that she had always been secretly turned on by nerds and showed him just how much she liked his glasses by slipping her hand into his jeans. Beca couldn't keep her eyes off his face whenever they would watch movies, because he would mouth the words along with the movie, which was completely ridiculous and adorable in her opinion. Jesse would purposely leave the toilet seat up or make stupid faces at her when she would be on stage with the Bellas, hoping that she would mess up and get pissed at him, which would then make him laugh—his laugh really was totally perfect. He would make totally cheesy jokes that she would pretend weren't funny at first, and then he would wag his eyebrows at her or wink suggestively, and she wouldn't be able to hold back the laughter. When she would go to the grocery store for food for the apartment, he would insist on carrying all of the bags into the house and not let her carry a single one—apparently, it was her designated job to put them away while he would bring them in.

Jesse was so different from her old high school boyfriends. They were jerks—takers. They always expected her to pay for things for them, never bought her presents or flowers for her birthday or holidays (unlike Jesse who would bring her a daisy on Tuesday just because it was a Tuesday and the flower made him think of her); they always expected her to be concerned with their whole world, but never took the time to actually listen to her thoughts, her dreams, her fears—they were a bunch of self-centered assholes. Jesse wanted to hear about her day. He wanted to hear all about her plans to go to LA when she graduated to try to become a producer. He wanted to hear about how she is afraid of clowns after she was flipping through the TV one time when she was little and saw one of the scenes from It where the clown was killing someone. He wanted to hear about how she is scared that her parents divorced ruined the idea of true love and marriage for her. He wanted to hear all about her life. Plus, she found herself actually enjoying hearing about his thoughts, his fears, and his hopes for the future, unlike with her ex-boyfriends, who she essentially hated to be around. Beca found herself just loving being around Jesse and hanging out, doing nothing but homework or watching movies or making fun of the people on Toddlers and Tiaras or The Jersey Shore or listening to music.

Jesse was so sweet when she would go to his place or when he would come to her place after a Bella rehearsal (or anything stressful really, such as exams or dinners with her father and step-monster, Sheila). He wouldn't expect anything from her. He would put jazz music (her secret obsession) on and let her stretch out on the couch or on the bed with her feet in his lap, massaging them as she complained about something Amy or Stacie or her father did.

The sex was great, too. Sex with her ex-boyfriends had always been kind of boring, and she always found herself losing interest in being with them sexually, which is when she knew it was time to break things off. With Jesse, though, things only seemed to get better—hotter. Sure, they didn't jump each other's bones every night like they did when they first began having sex, but it was so much better now than it was when they first started dating. Beca didn't know if that made sense, but it was true. He knew exactly what to do to make her feel the most amazing things, and he took his time with it, so it felt like a religious experience each and every time they were together.

Beca sighed, because she thought that their relationship was solid—far from perfect, but perfect for them. But, he obviously thought that there was something lacking in their relationship if he felt the need to grind with some girl just so she would make out with him in the middle of their friends. Did she now show him enough that she wanted him and only him? Did she not show him that he is the guy that she wakes up each day thinking about? Because, she thought that she did a pretty good job of that. Sure, she wasn't like other girls who would constantly hold their boyfriends' hands or drape themselves all over them whenever they were in public. She wasn't like other girls who would constantly tell their boyfriend that they love them or something like that—okay, she never really said those words to him, but she was sure that he knew she felt it. She was never one of those girls who would constantly say "my boyfriend does this or says that." Beca had thought that even though she wasn't like that with him, she was sure that he liked that she didn't do some of the other annoying things that those clinging girls would do—like try to trick him by asking if she looks fat in her jeans or if he thinks that another girl is pretty.

Beca finally fell asleep at some point, and when she woke up, it was about ten-thirty. He didn't come back and try to climb into bed with her. Then, she remembered that her door was locked, so she carefully stood up and walked toward her bedroom door. She unlocked it and opened it, expecting to see him in the living room, waiting for her. He wasn't there. The blankets he had used were folded neatly on the couch, and all of his stuff had been cleaned up and the box was gone. Crap…did this mean that he actually listened to her and thought that they had broken up. Beca felt the tears burn in her eyes. She was mad last night and told him to leave and that she wanted to end things, but she didn't mean it. She didn't want things to be over. She wanted him to walk through that door and to hug her and hold her and to make everything right between them again.

She stomped over to the kitchenette off the side of the living room and grabbed the box of cereal from one cabinet before grabbing a cleaned bowl and spoon from the drying wrack—probably Jesse's from when he woke up this morning and got ready for class. She poured milk over the cereal and began to eat, but it was flavorless. She wanted Jesse and his tasty mini-pizzas on soft tortilla shells or his grilled cheese sandwiches or his quesadillas or his roast beef sandwiches on rye bread with pickles. She wanted him. When she was finished eating the cereal—without even tasting it—she made her way into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash the sleep from her face. She climbed into the shower, hoping that the warm water running over her head and body would clear her mind. When Beca finished her shower, she climbed out and grabbed her towel, groaning when she felt that it was slightly damp—he had used it that morning, and he knew that she hated that. There were so many germs that could be passed from using the same towel. She dried off quickly, wrapping the towel around her body and made her way to her room, throwing the towel in the hamper. She quickly pulled on her underwear and a bra, a pair of yoga pants, and a tank top, sliding her feet into her fuzzy green slippers that Jesse had bought her when he found out that she didn't own a pair of slippers. Beca brushed her hair and put it into a messy, wet bun on top of her head. She grabbed her cell phone from her bedside table. She hit two on her speed dial (yes, he was the first person on her speed dial, number one being taken by her voicemail—programmed that way by Apple, not by her choice) and proceeded to yank her drawers open to grab the clothes she was going to wear for the day.

"Hello?" He answered flippantly, as if he didn't care about the fact that they had a major fight the night before and almost broke up—or, they might of actually broken up, after all. "What's up, Beca? I was just on my way to grab lunch with the guys. Do you think we could maybe talk later or something?" She dropped onto her bed and stared at her toenails.

"You used my towel. I hate it when you do that." She muttered, running a hand through her wet hair. "And, you left barely any of my milk in the fridge. And, you didn't put the dishes away."

"Sorry about that…I woke up a little late, so I was kind of rushing, and the towel I usually use was in your room, so it was either use your towel or Amy's or Stacie's, so I used yours. Sorry I didn't clean up after myself." She frowned, hearing how bored he sounded, like he didn't care at all. Okay, so maybe this was stupid, but she didn't know what to say to him to fix this. "If that is all, I am just gonna go. You know, lunch and all? I am starving…"

"You took your stuff…" Beca whispered.

"Well, if I remember correctly, you told me to." Jesse responded.

"I obviously didn't mean it, Jesse! God!" She yelled into the phone, wrapping her arm around herself.

"How am I supposed to know that, Beca? You said that you wanted to break up! You said that you wanted me to take my stuff and to leave. How can you expect me to know that you didn't want me to ignore you? You complain all of the time about how I don't listen to you when you tell me to stop doing something. So, I listened."

"Jesse, you know that I push people—especially you—away when I am upset."

"Well, you seemed pretty serious about breaking up, considering you were throwing my stuff at me last night." Beca chewed on her bottom lip.

"We should talk about what happened last night," she whispered after a few moments of silence. "I mean…I read in one of Stacie's magazines that we shouldn't leave a fight unresolved, and even if we break up, then we wouldn't always be left with this anger and resentment towards each other…" She was rambling.

"Fine." He hung up the phone. Beca frowned, staring at the screen before standing up to grab a long-sleeved shirt from one of her drawers to pull over her head. She pulled her hair out of its bun and proceeded to blow it dry. When her hair was dry, she grabbed her phone and moved into the living room and dropped onto the couch. She sat there for about five minutes before she stood up and marched over to the kitchen to get a glass of ice water. She was restless. She texted Amy and Stacie to see where they were; both girls responded that they had hit up a frat party the night before and hooked up with some brothers before coming home long enough to get changed for classes this morning at about nine-thirty. Apparently, they were stopping by the Treble house that afternoon to work on a project with Benji, since they were in his anthropology class.

Another ten minutes had passed, and Jesse still wasn't there. Beca groaned, chugging the rest of her water out of needing something to do. Suddenly, the door flew open, making her jump. She almost dropped the empty glass into the sink. "Okay, let's talk." She carefully put the glass down in the sink and turned toward the door. She couldn't help the laugh that erupted from her when she took in the sight of Jesse in a football helmet. She immediately wiped the smile from her face though, because she was mad. She didn't want to be amused by his antics.

"What the hell are you wearing on your head?" Beca asked, shaking her head. Jesse grinned, knocking on the side of helmet.

"I am wearing a helmet to protect myself from any flying objects. Although, I would appreciate it if you put your phone down and stood in the middle of the room. We should probably make sure that nothing is within reach." She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Stop being an asshole." He shrugged.

"So, are you just going to insult me? Because if that is all we are going to do here, I am gonna go." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to the open doorway. Beca rolled her eyes at him and walked toward the couch, sitting down. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. She didn't say anything, but she felt the tears come then. This fight was way worse than any fight they had ever had. Usually when Jesse would piss her off, Beca would snap at him, he would do something cute (like wearing a football helmet), and she would forgive him. This time, she was just so sad and angry and hurt—she couldn't get past it. She heard the door shut, and for a second, she thought that maybe he had left, but she heard the lock switch into place. She pressed her face into her knees, trying to hide the fact that she was crying. She hated crying in front of him. "Becs? Are you crying?" She shook her head, looking away from him when he sat down beside her on the couch. "Yes, you are." He shifted, reaching out toward her. Before he touched her though, he dropped his hand. "I have to know…were you serious when you said that we might break up on the phone?"

"Do you want to break up?" She whispered, wiping at her cheeks with the backs of her hands.

"Hell, no!" Jesse spat. "Are you kidding? You might be legitimately crazy, but you are you." She frowned, turning to him in confusion.

"What?"

"I am serious. You totally snapped last night. I never would have thought that you would have gotten so jealous that you would act like you did last night. I mean you were calling that girl horrendous names, and you screamed at me like a banshee. Oh, and I almost forgot! You threw things at me." He was wide-eyed, and she laughed, because he was still wearing that damn football helmet.

"Would you take that thing off?" She asked him, rolling her eyes. "If I was so crazy last night, then why are you staying with me?" Jessed pulled the helmet off of his head, setting it down on the coffee table in front of them.

"Because I am in love with you, idiot." It was the first time he said it. She knew that he loved her, but he never voiced it—like she didn't. But, she didn't know if he knew that she loved him.

"I am sorry that I threw things at you." Beca said after a few minutes. She saw his face drop a little when she didn't say it back. She was scared to say it. She didn't know what was happening now—she wasn't going to say it if they were breaking up. But, he did say that he didn't want to break up with her, and he said that he loved her. So, unless she decided they were done, they were probably not going to break up. "I don't want to break up either." She said after a moment. She immediately felt better telling him that.

Jesse gave her a sad smile. "I am relieved to hear that. I am not going to lie, but it felt like my heart was stopping yesterday when you said that you were dumping me." Beca shook her head.

"God! I don't know why you want me! I suck at this stuff. I suck at relationships. I am a complete bitch to you all of the time. I hardly ever say nice things. Hell, I call you a nerd to your face repeatedly. I am just a negative mess, and you keep coming back. What the hell is wrong with you?!" She stood up and moved away from him, wrapping her arms around herself. "I am awful, but you're amazing. You are so warm and kind and perfect, and seeing you with Tiffany yesterday practically killed me, because for what seems like the thousandth time, you deserve better." She buried her face into her hands.

"What the hell are you talking about, Becs? You are the most amazing person that I have ever met. Sure, you are a bit rough around the edges and you have an acid tongue, but I like that about you. Correction, I love that about you. I like that you keep me on my toes and call me a nerd when I am acting like it. I like that you look at the world so realistically, because I constantly have my head in the clouds. I need you to keep me grounded. I like that you have all these walls to protect yourself from other people, because it means that you feel safe and comfortable and good with me when you let them down. It means that you care about me, because you are willing to share the parts of you that you keep separate from the rest of the world. And, I am not as great as you make me out to be. I actively go out of my way to piss you off, because you are adorable when you are angry. As for Tiffany, there isn't anything appealing about that. Why would I want her? She isn't all that pretty and I sure as hell don't want to give someone as amazing and beautiful as you for someone who is okay." During his speech, he had walked up behind her, laying his hands on her shoulders. "I have fun with you, and I am going to stick around until you get sick of me." Beca took a step back to rest against his back. Jesse wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her completely against me.

"I like hanging out with you." She whispered, turning in his arms. She rested her hands on his shoulders and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. "You scare me, Jesse." She whispered against his neck. He chuckled, running a hand through her hair.

"You scare me, too, Becs. I mean, I thought I got used to that ear spike, but sometimes I feel like letting a girlish scream out when I come across you at night waiting outside of buildings." She smacked his chest and pulled back to pout at him. He winked, leaning down to press a light kiss to her pouting lips. "I am kidding. Why are you scared of me, Beca? I couldn't hurt a fly. You have bigger muscles than I do." He insisted.

"Well, that is true. I mean, I did beat up a middle-aged man for you." Jesse's head fell back as he laughed.

"Did I ever tell you you're my hero? You're everything I wish I could be!" He sang to her, earning another eye roll and a light punch to the stomach. "But, seriously, you have me concerned and curious. What is about me that scares you?" Beca looked down at how she was bunching his shirt in her hands, wrapping the fabric around her fingers.

"I am scared of how much I care about you. When I saw you with Tiffany and I thought about how you could drop me in a second for someone better, it felt like there was a piece of me being torn away from me. It scares the shit of me, because what if you wake up one day and not want to be with me anymore. You could have anyone, and you would be this amazing boyfriend to them. No one else is going to be able to love me when I get pissed off at the world or try to push them away. No one else is going to stick around when things get hard, like you do. It…I…ugh! I just…I could see myself being with you for the rest of my life, and that scares me." She groaned, trying to pull away from him out of embarrassment, but Jesse locked his arms around her.

"Becs…" He held her in place with his one arm and used his other hand to carefully lift her chin in order to look into her eyes. He leaned his forehead against hers, and her eyelids fluttered shut as she rubbed her nose against his. He didn't close the distance between them, though, and he wouldn't let her when she tried. "Please…please…" He whispered, and her eyes flew open, locking instantly with his.

Beca knew what he wanted her to do. She licked her bottom lip, studying him. "I love you, Jesse." She whispered, and a grin erupted on his face. He slid his hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head.

"I love you so much, Beca, and believe me when I tell you that I can see forever with you, too. Do you understand me? You are my whole world, and I love you. I don't want anyone else, and I intend on spending my life with you, okay?" She nodded her head, smiling softly at him.

"Good, okay, great, but can you kiss me now?" She asked, her eyes settling on his lips. Jesse laughed, pulling her head toward him and pressing his lips hard against her. The kiss was passionate, intense, and fierce—their teeth clashed, and Beca felt like she was melting into him. Soon, his tongue was battling hers, and she finally felt at peace for the first time in so long. Just telling him that she loved him and hearing him say those words seemed to evaporate all of her insecurities. In the back of her mind, she knew that he could wise up and leave her one day, but she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that Jesse stayed with her. When air became a problem, Beca broke the kiss, pressing her face into his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath.

"So, is it okay for me to show you just how much I love you?" Jesse asked, kissing the top of her head.

"God, yes! This was the worst Friday of my life. I didn't get to wake up next to you, to make breakfast and to kiss you goodbye before you left for class. I didn't get to slip back into bed and have you wake me up in the most delicious ways after you got done with classes. I didn't get to go to bed in your arms last night. It sucked." She pouted, pulling herself from his arms and walking backwards toward her bedroom door. Beca pulled both of her shirts over her head, raising an eyebrow at him. "Get your ass in here and start making it up to me," she told him as she turned on her heel and walked into her room.

"Jesus," Jesse muttered, practically running into the room after her before slamming the door and locking it quickly. He caught her by the hips and threw her into the bed, tearing his shirt off before climbing in with her. "I fully intend on making it up to you all afternoon, evening, night, morning, and for the rest of my life. How does that sound to you?"

"Perfect." Beca said, wrapping her arms around Jesse's neck and pulling him against her to press a kiss against his lips. "Just perfect." He broke the kiss, pulling away to look at her.

"Why does your bed smell so intensely of my cologne?" She bit her lip, trying to hold back her smile; sitting up, she pressed her lips to his as she slid her hand to his belt-buckle.

"Do you really need to know that now?" Beca said against his lips. Jesse shook his head and focused on the issue at hand, ridding her of her clothing and worshiping her body. She smiled to herself, so happy that she and Jesse decided to stay together. He was her home.