A/N: This story is based off of the Elvis Presley song "Can't Help Falling In Love." Each section in the story matches up with a stanza in the song itself.

Beca certainly was stubborn, Jesse could give her that. Despite his best attempts to woo her, she shut him out and ended up breaking his heart in several places in the process. So when she came to his room to apologize, it took all of his willpower to turn her away. He was just so scared that if he let her in, and she broke his heart again, he wouldn't be able to go on. So he shut her out. Like she had to him. Except, this time, it was literal. It took so much strength to close the door in her face. But he did. And he felt awful.

Beca was a challenge. He liked a challenge, but he wasn't prepared for this. He had seen perfect romances in movies, but this didn't seem to be going anything like his movies. Hell, this wasn't even going like it had in high school, where he'd had a few girlfriends. He certainly wasn't popular, but he'd been cool enough some girls had crushes on him. But they were nothing like this. The movies always showed that the girl fell head-over-heels in love with the guy. But instead, she pushed him away. She pushed him so far away he was certain he would never get her back.

But then he'd made eye contact with her while she was singing her solo at the finals ("their song," as they had now dubbed it), and he knew he couldn't hate her. He had tried to push past his feelings when she wished him good luck, but he couldn't keep her out of his mind.

And that was fine.

She had managed to weasel her way even deeper into his heart, and there she had stayed for going on 5 years. And he liked it.

Jesse was sweet. Sweet and carefree and childish and all of the things Beca had sworn she would never fall for. Because it reminded her too much of her father, of her parents' ill-fated love story. It had ruined her so much, she had built walls. Concrete walls, steel walls, indestructible walls. All inside, all to protect her from the same heartbroken, drunken, downward spiral her mother brought upon herself after the divorce, warning Beca to never let love blind her. But she couldn't help it. Jesse had captured her heart. She wasn't sure when, but it was somewhere on the long, but at the same time short, road between his backseat serenade and his insistent flirting. When he shut the door to his dorm on her face, badass Beca Mitchell cried. She hid the bathroom and cried, telling herself her mother was right, that she should never have let Jesse steal her heart. Because it did hurt. It fucking hurt.

As a last resort, her last hope, she pulled a Swanson and serenaded him. She convinced herself that if Jesse didn't want her back after that, she would stop trying. She would move on. She would somehow find the strength to get on in this world without Jesse. But she did get him back. She would never have to know what a life without him would be like.

And she was glad. So very glad.

After almost a year of resistance and perseverance, Beca and Jesse were finally going on dates, doing coupley things at Jesse's insistence and Beca's reluctance. There was some PDA, talk of a wedding while Beca futzed with the ring on her left hand. They were in love, they were happy. They had a movie, a song, and enough memories to last them a lifetime. They'd have their aca-children, and they'd grow old together. They were Jeca and they were Jesseca, depending on who you asked. And their life was this way because it was fate. It was inevitable.

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