A/N: So my walnut best friend liked the Beca and Stacie deleted scene from Locked Out of Heaven so much that she made (asked) me to write a Steca BROTP story so that's what this is.

The air was stifling hot but not that much different than the peak of summer in Pennsylvania. 'At least the winter is nicer here' Stacie thought as she wiped the sweat off her brow. She unloaded the car and was walking up the road when a peppy, blonde girl in a Barden shirt stepped in her way.

"Welcome to Barden! Which dorm are you in?" Stacie plastered a fake smile on her face.

"Baker." The girl handed her some papers.

"That's your Barden map, what you want to do is go-"

"I know where it is, thanks." Stacie threw the map in her bag and continued up the path. She hadn't been in Barden for years but it looked the same. Back then it was her favorite place, now it was just a school.

She reached her room and unlocked the door. It looked like what she thought every other college dorm room looked like, except she didn't have a roommate. The perks of being a Conrad at Barden. There was a big gift basket on the bed. She unwrapped the basket and took a cookie without looking at the card. She looked around the room and sighed. "I guess I'll start unpacking then."

She started unloading the boxes she had brought from the car, mostly books and personal things, and started placing them around the room. After finishing unpacking the boxes she decided to get the rest of her stuff from the car. She went out into the hallway and saw the door across the hall was open so she opted to take a look, maybe she had hot neighbors who could help carry her stuff back from the car. Stacie knocked on the open door and peeked in. "Umm hi, sorry I didn't mean to interrupt."

Three sets of eyes were looking at her from across the room. The Asian girl in the corner lost interest first and turned away.

"I'm Stacie, I'm in the room across the hall?" She didn't know why she said it as a question but she was starting to get uncomfortable. The other girl, a short brunette wearing way too much eyeliner for Stacie's taste, shot up from her seat.

"Stacie! Hi, I'm Beca. That's my dad." The man had been staring at her with narrowed eyes as if trying to remember something.

"Oh, nice to meet you Mr…"

"Professor. Mitchell. I teach comparative literature here. Do I know you?" Stacie swallowed nervously.

"Umm I don't think so, I'm a freshman…" Beca looked at him as if he'd grown a second head. Stacie shuffled nervously before turning towards Beca. "I was going to ask if you could help me get some stuff from my car but if you're busy with your-"

"No! No. He won't mind, right dad? I'm gonna go help Stacie get her stuff, see you!" Beca grabbed Stacie's arm and pulled her down the hall occasionally looking back. She let go and relaxed when they were out of sight from her room.

Stacie chuckled. "I take it you don't like your dad?"

Beca looked up at her and blushed. "Yeah, sorry about that. I guess that wasn't the best first impression. My dad is just annoying, he's making me come here."

"It's okay, I get it. Barden wasn't my first choice either." Stacie smiled at her.

They got to her car and Stacie popped the trunk. She passed one of the smaller boxes to Beca and grabbed another one.

"You drove here, you lived close by?" Beca could barely see where she was going over the box.

"Not really, I'm from Pennsylvania, but I love that car so." She shrugged. "How about you?"

"I lived with my mom in Maine. I wanted to go to LA but the parental units decided I had to get an education so here I am."

"It won't be as bad as you think. You made a friend already!" Stacie bumped her lightly on the shoulder.

"Yeah." Beca smiled at her.

Stacie opened her door. "Just leave the box anywhere."

Beca dropped the box and looked around. "Whoa how did you score a single? They told me freshmen didn't get them, I even tried using my dad as leverage."

Stacie shrugged. "I guess they really just wanted me to come here."

"Are you an athlete or something?" Beca sat on her bed and gestured towards the gift basket and Stacie nodded.

"Or something…"

Beca grabbed a cookie and the card fell out of the basket. She picked it up and saw the signature on the card. "Dude, the dean sent you a gift basket?"

"Oh, it's from him? I hadn't read the card. Do you wanna go to the activities fair? There must be something cool you can do while you're stuck here." Stacie smiled. Beca narrowed her eyes at her but let it go. She had just met the girl, she wasn't going to ask her about things she clearly didn't want to discuss.

"Sure, let's go."

Beca didn't like most people. She had never had a lot of friends, especially not girls. Most girls she met in high school were either too worried about their grades and getting into a good college or obsessed about having a boyfriend. Beca was neither. She knew she wanted to move to LA and be a music producer early on and she had focused on that. But Stacie was unlike most girls. Even though she was completely different than Beca, there was something about her that made Beca not want to punch her. She was smart, funny, and she didn't seem to care about what anyone thought about her. She was honest and Beca liked it.

Stacie didn't have a lot of friends who were girls growing up either. Most of them thought she was too slutty and didn't really give her a chance. But Stacie liked Beca from the start. She was snarky and funny, and she had an extensive knowledge of music which Stacie loved.

They had walked around the quad stopping at various booths but nothing had really interested either of them. Suddenly Stacie perked up. "Total hottie at 2 o'clock."

Beca turned in the direction Stacie mentioned and was surprised to see a blonde girl. "I didn't know you liked girls."

"When they're that hot, I don't care what they are." She ran her fingers through her hair. "How do I look?"

"Good, I guess." Stacie smiled.

"Okay, you distract the redhead while I talk to the blonde." Stacie took off before Beca could argue.

"Wait! Seriously? When did I become someone's wingwoman?" Beca ran to catch up to Stacie's long legs.

"Hi! Any interest in joining our music group?" Beca wasn't ready for the blue eyes staring at her.

"Umm…" Beca's mouth opened but she seemed to have forgotten how to make words. Stacie bumped her and glared.

"Beca and I were just talking about how much we love music, weren't we Beca?"

"I guess." Stacie glared at her again

"I'm Stacie." she turned to the blonde and held out her hand.

The other girl was surprised but took Stacie's hand. "Aubrey, I'm the captain of the Bellas."

"Oh really?" She used the handshake to pull Aubrey away from the other girls. "So you call the shots here?"

"I guess you could say that." Aubrey said with a coy smile that made Stacie's heart skip a beat.

"So what kind of music group is this." Aubrey suddenly realized they hadn't let go of each other's hands, they had just lowered them and were now standing really close, Stacie running her thumb over Aubrey's knuckles. The feeling wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"We sing songs without any instruments." She looked up at Stacie's eyes and saw something in them that both terrified her and intrigued her.

"You don't have to pretend to talk to me, it's not like your friend has a shot anyway, Aubrey's like super straight." Beca turned to look at Stacie and Aubrey and smirked.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Aubrey dropped Stacie's hand and leaned closer holding on to her elbow, her voice lowering to a whisper. "It's all from our mouths."

She pulled back, her hand running down Stacie's arm. Stacie smirked. This was going to be easier than she thought.

"That sounds interesting." Stacie bit her lip and looked at Aubrey who visibly blushed.

Chloe was standing there gaping at the exchange. "You think you know someone…" Beca chuckled. "It's not funny, I've known Aubrey since freshman year, not once has she looked at a girl like that. I'm a bit offended actually."

"Well, if it helps, I think you're really hot." Chloe raised an eyebrow at her. "I mean… I... you're... "

Chloe laughed. "It's okay. I'm Chloe, by the way."

"Beca."

"I wouldn't want to keep you from recruiting people so maybe you could tell me more about it later over coffee?" She took the pen and one of the fliers Aubrey was holding and wrote down her phone number. She folded the paper and placed it in Aubrey's hand.

"Call me." She winked at her and walked back to where Beca was standing. "Ready?"

"Yeah. Bye, Chloe." She waved at her and walked away with Stacie.

Aubrey stood next to Chloe watching them walk away. "What was that?"

"I don't know but I think she took my pen."

"And your heterosexuality." Chloe snorted.

"What?" Aubrey yelped shocked.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Come on, Bree, you were totally flirting with her."

Aubrey frowned thoughtfully. "I was, wasn't I? Am I gay?"

Chloe laughed. "I don't think you need to call it anything, but if you like her you should totes go for it. She seemed to be really into you."

"She did." Aubrey clutched the flier with Stacie's name on it and smiled. Maybe Chloe was right, maybe she shouldn't worry about labels and just go for it.