ANONYMOUS WONDERED:

If you're taking prompts, how about a Captain Swan AU, Pitch Perfect style? Regina as Aubrey, Snow as Chloe. Emma as Beca who gets coerced into joining the group by Professor Gold, Neal as the station manager who can't take no for an answer.

Thanks for the prompt anon. I've only seen this movie two times, so if it steers from the story a bit that's why. I decided to make this into a multi chapter fic, and I changed the characters around a bit from what you asked. In this story Emma is an orphan, but a super genius who rocked in high school and got good enough grades to get a full ride scholarship to Storybrooke University. She's introduced to the college through her old physics teacher Mr. Gold. He now works at Storybrooke University because of reason ^_^ Emma aspires to have a career in music. Enjoy part one. Oh and the reason I didn't start out with the singing competition is because it will be retold by Snow in gruesome details in another chapter. I hope you like it.

Part One | First Roommate

To say that she was excited to be at college would be a damn lie. College was never her first choice, but unfortunately for Emma Swan it was the only choice at the moment. Turning 18 meant she was out of the system, and being out of the system meant that she was homeless. Being homeless wasn't exactly what she strived to be once coming of age, so she took the advice from her old physics teacher Mr. Gold.

"You have a full scholarship Ms. Swan to Storybrooke University."

She scoffed at him. "Storybrooke? Seriously?"

"I suggest you invest in your future."

He was right. She wanted to make music. A college degree wouldn't hurt that dream of hers.

When the yellow cab pulled up to the campus, the first thing she noticed were the people. Hundreds and hundreds of people in every size shape and color surrounding and weaving through the campus in every direction.

"She's hot." Someone whispered as Emma grabbed her box out the trunk of the cab. She rolled her eyes at the comment. Yeah, college would be-

Loud music disrupted her thoughts. Stopped in the lane next to her was a black Jetta. In the backseat with the windows rolled down was a guy who looked around her age strumming air guitar to Kansas. He was belting out lyrics and wiggling his eyebrows at her.

On a stormy sea of moving emotion

Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean

I set a course for winds of fortune

But I hear the voices say

Emma couldn't help but smile at his ridiculous expression. He was staring right at her, blue eyes wide and dancing with mischief.

She loses it when he begins sing the guitar riffs.

Air guitar, really?

He winked once he caught wind of her laughter, but the moment was lost when the Jetta took off down the road.

Somehow Emma managed to sail her way through the boisterous crowd. It's was a sea of clicks and clubs, and Emma'd never felt more uncomfortable in her life as she did right now being around so many strangers at one time.

Like high school my ass, she murmured as a topless guy bumped into her shoulder with not so much as a glance back to apologize.

The dorm, thankfully, was slightly better than the bustling sea of strangers in the quad. Her dorm was smaller because it was older and she was happy to have been placed there because the smaller the dorm the easier it would be to recognize faces. The more faces she recognized the easier it would be to feel safe. Luckily she had been placed on the first floor. It was closest to the emergency exit, and she liked that. Emma clutched the paper given to her by admissions in her hand as she juggled holding her box with her knee and other hand. Her laptop was tightly clamped under her armpit. She took a long breath.

Here you are Emma. Dorm 123. Your dorm. Your new home.

It was kind of funny; Emma had never been in a home longer than a few months, and now she had a permanent home for at least a year in Storybrooke. Four years if she didn't screw up. She'd even have a roommate. Maybe they'd become friends.

You can do this Emma, she convinced herself as her fingers gripped the knob. The paper crinkled. Just smile Emma and be yourself.

The door creaked open into an uncomfortably silent room. Standing by the bed on the left side of the window was her new roommate. No, not new, she corrected. First. Her first roommate. Emma's eyes darted to the paper in her hand to make sure the name was Regina. She had practiced the greeting countless times in the cab, and here she was trying to reassure herself that she had at least got the name right.

"You must be Regina Mills. I'm Emma." She was met with awkward silence. "Emma Swan." She cleared her throat.

The back of Regina's head bobbed around as she flattened the sheets to her bed.

"Oh you pick that one? Oh okay, yeah cool. I'll take this one I guess-" Emma's voice trailed off. Well, she's friendly, she thought putting her box on the mattress and pulling her red jacket off her shoulders and tossing it on the floor.

The first thing she noticed about the room was Regina's photos. There were several photos of an older man and her that had been secured on twine over her bed with clothespins.

Probably her dad, she guessed rubbing her forearm.

Regina's sheets were purple. She had a white clock radio and a white table lamp. Even the chair to her desk was white, and although it was such a small amount of things, Emma couldn't help but envy how much she had when compared to her. She let her eyes travel down to the only items she owned: a scratched up laptop and one large box that she had set on her bed. She didn't have sheets, or any pictures. She wondered if hanging up a picture of herself would be weird. What was more awkward, mused: having no pictures on the wall, or having a picture of yourself? Regina's stunning sheets made her eyes fall on the shabby mattress before her.

I'll have to figure out sheets and stuff later.

Regina growled when a rapping noise came from the door.

"Are you expecting anyone?" Emma turned to ask her, but she was once again met with the back of her raven-haired head. "Yeah. Okay. Come on in!" She called out.

The door creaked open. It was him. Of course, it was.

"Mr. Gold." Emma greeted in a tone that was half-aggravated and half-disappointed. Whom was she expecting? It was a new place to her, and besides the back of her roommates Regina Mill's head, everyone in Storybrooke was a stranger besides Mr. Gold.

"Professor." He corrected straightening his crimson tie. His eyes slinked between each corner of the room before landing on Regina who sat at her desk drumming her fingers against her table lamp. "You must be Ms. Swan's roommate. I'm Professor Gold." Emma groaned as he extended his hand toward Regina. He was met with the same cheery disposition Regina had extended to her. "Charming." He dryly said before nodding. He brought his hand back to his cane, and focused completely on Emma. "How are you enjoying the campus?"

She sighed. "I have really only been here. Haven't gotten a chance to look around really."

"I see. There's an activities fare in the quad." His head titled forward. "If you're interested."

"I know. I got all your emails." Emma chewed on her lip and fixed her attention to her laptop's screen.

"Will you be attending? I think it would be an excellent opportunity for you to get better acquainted with your peers."

She shook her head. "Not really interested in getting acquainted with anyone Mr. Gold."

"Professor." His tone fizzled from hopeful to disappointed. "Then why are you here, Ms. Swan?"

"Because it was free." She answered closing her laptop and tending to her one box of belongings. Her fingers fumbled with the packing tape. "It was either here, or nowhere. Girls like me don't really have a lot of options."

"Girls like you?" He asked, tapping his cane on the hardwood floors. "Bright? Talented?"

"Orphans." She responded.

Emma eventually managed to split open her box. There wasn't much to see inside. A pair of worn boots and a small pillow were hastily tossed on top before the box had been sealed shut. Underneath them were a few toiletries. Emma could sense Mr. Gold's eyes boring into the back of her skull. He wouldn't let her off easily. No matter how much she tried to deflect his concern, Mr. Gold would barrel through it.

He's a teacher, Emma. He's the reason you're here in the first place. You should at least pretend to care. Right? Her eyes hovered over a plastic baggy of hair ties. Right?

"Ms. Swan, you may be an orphan, but you are so much mo-"

"I'm going to the activities fare." Regina interrupted.

Emma's eyes followed her glowering roommate as she pushed in the chair to her desk. Thank god for Regina, she thought jostling her box back and tugging her jacket over her shoulders. This was an out to a conversation she seriously wanted to avoid. As much as she was sure people appreciated compliments, Emma didn't.

"Yeah me too," Emma blinked at Mr. Gold. His eyebrow quirked at her eagerness. Sell it Emma, she thought. "With my uh, really good friend Regina Mills." She feigned a smile.

Regina rolled her eyes as Emma trailed behind her.

"Goodbye Mr. Gold. See ya' round." She drove a hand up before shoving in into her jean pocket.

"Oh, count on it." He replied as the door closed behind her.