AN: Hello y'all for those of you who follow my other stories, sorry for not updating on them. This one started yelling at me, and I do mean yelling and I sat writing for a week straight and like 90 pages later here we are. Hopefully y'all will enjoy this.

As always I own nothing pertaining to Pitch Perfect other than 5 characters that you will meet later on in the story.

The cab pulled up outside the university and a small 20 year old woman got out carrying her laptop bag looking around with a slight scowl. She was going to kill her twin, he should have been here already. A light tap on her shoulder causes her to spin around and see her twin brother standing there smirking at her.

"You ass." She huffed out. "You're late Beckham."

"Chill Blayze. I was fighting through the crowd to get here. Dad set us up in one of the apartment style dorms. I already set up a mini fridge and a stocked pantry of all the crap food you like to eat." He replied as he began unloading the his sister's bags from the back of the cab. He had come up earlier in the week with their bigger items packed in his truck while his sister stayed to get letters of reference for the all ages clubs she had worked at, and get recommendations for clubs around Barden. They both paused for a moment when they heard singing from a cab that was surprisingly good. Beckham snickered as the brunette boy pointed at his sister and began to sing to her, causing Blayze to look mortified.

"Shut it Bex" She glared at him.

"I didn't say anything about your new admirer…. OW! Jesus Christ Blayze that one is going to bruise." Beckham complained rubbing his stomach pouting as his sister glared at him.

"I warned you."

"Dude you need anger management, or to get laid to let out all that pent up aggression." Beckham watched as his sister's ears turned pink and she quickly looked around to see if anybody heard his comment.

"I swear to god I'm going to smother you in your sleep."

"No you won't. You would miss me entirely too much and you know it."

Blayze muttered something about him being like a bad case of herpes as she began to follow him through all the people.

"Ok one, that was rude and uncalled for. Two, that just means you're stuck with me for life. Oh and if I'm like herpes that means you're gonorrhoea, angry burning and have the potential to leave people sterile. Oh look," He continued quickly before she could say anything as she glared at him. "A helpful senior to give you you're Barden rape whistle...remember only use it if it's actually happening."

Blayze had to hold back a laugh as the overly perky senior said those very words like she was talking to a kindergartener and not a twenty year old girl, instead Blayze bit down on the whistle and smirked as her brother rolled his eyes behind the girl. They both understood it was a serious issue and these things unfortunately do happen on University Campuses but the majority of the assaults happened when the girl was inebriated or occurred in other such ways that the victim never had a chance to use their whistle if they actually happened to be carrying it on their person. They slowly made their way to their dorm in Baker hall.

Looking around her room, Blayze was thrilled that Beckham had taken the time to put away all her vinyl in the exact order she normally had it in at home. Looking around a second time, she noticed that she had to share her room with another person who was just finishing up decorating their side of the room in sterile white on white on white, well, everything. Her roommate stared at her like she was a bug as she walked through the door. Blayze tried to be polite but finally just told the girl to please refrain from touching her laptop and mini mixing board as it was very expensive. She went into the common area that only her and Beckham had access to, figuring that probably explained the death glare that she was getting. Beckham came out of his room having changed his shirt he looked up and chuckled softly as he caught his sister mumbling about serial killer roommates as she looked around their shared space.

"Hey Kimmy-Jin, stop freaking my sister out with your creepy vibes." Beckham called out to the Korean girl.

Blayze' jaw dropped as said girl's straight face finally cracked as she bent over laughing.

"I'm sorry Blayze but it was too hard to resist. I do give you props for speaking to me like a normal person before asking if I spoke English. Too many people assume I don't right away and talk to me like I'm a toddler. Look for the most part I won't even be around except during exams to study. This is just to fool my parents."

Before Blayze could reply the twins dad peaked in through the door with a lame joke about hiding their wine coolers. Beckham and Kimmy-Jin got Blayze out of the room and out to the activities fair once the two started to bicker about Blayze wanting to go to LA and resenting their father for forcing college on her. Once out on the quad Kimmy-Jin split from the two saying she would catch them later. The twins walked around, Beckham intimidating any of the guys who would have attempted to slyly cop a feel of his sister's ass.

He was by no means a tall individual only 5'8" but he was jacked. After being bullied during his freshman and sophomore years of high school for being short, chubby, having acne and wearing glasses, the rest of puberty hit him and he shot up six inches, his face cleared up and he began to do callisthenics, had been training in Krav Maga for the last four years and danced freestyle when he wasn't doing his workout routine. He still wore glasses but would wear contacts once in awhile, mostly while he worked out and of course when he sparred. He had the same stormy navy blue eyes that his sister had, both had industrial piercings and matching leather cuff bracelets. Beckham also had recently gotten his eyebrow pierced, their father hated that piercing and had tried to force him to remove it but, as Beckham had been 18 when he got it done and paid for it with his own money there was nothing his father could really do. The man was already pissed that their mother had allowed them to get tattoos when they had turned 16. The siblings had combined their idea's and ended up with with a cartoon dragon who wore headphones standing in front of a pair of turntables on the inside of their forearms. Beckham' dragon was blue holding a record, while Blayze' was a deep purple with its hands on the decks. Beckham had been fascinated with dragons since they were kids and when provoked his temper burned fiery hot but it took a lot to get him to that point. They both loved music but Blayze was the one out of the two who was more likely to flourish due to their father's criticism fuelling her. Blayze was incredibly talented and their father refused to see it. She just had a gift for hearing beats and knowing what paired well and how to build the tempo before dropping that heavy bass-line, amping the listener, drawing them in and leaving them hooked wanting more. Beckham was good at mixing himself but he was more than willing to let his sister overshadow his abilities. He wanted her to flourish and shine so he held back on what he could do. Where Blayze was great at producing music, Beckham had an uncanny ability of sensing what song was going to burn up the charts as a banger. He was always listening to a song, artist or group before they or the song blew up the charts. Both could hear in perfect pitch and had been considered prodigies by their music teachers. Beckham wanted to move to LA with his sister. Their ultimate goal was to open a studio of their own, both would produce but Blayze would be the lead producer while Bex would run the studio. The two had decided to double major in Music and business finance. They both could honestly sleep through their classes and still come out on the Dean's list, they just liked tormenting their father knowing that it got back to them about their lack of class attendance. Blayze and Beckham got their love for music from their mother. Their mom had always encouraged and nurtured their gifts.

When their mother passed last year, he threw himself into his workouts and Krav Maga, while Blayze had shut everyone out and lost herself in music. They were able to stay with secondary family that uprooted their lives for the twins, so they could finish out their senior year and not have to transfer during their last year of high school. The siblings relied on each other and helped the other get through the worst of it.

They both resented their father for leaving their mother and by default leaving the both of them when they were 10. He walked out on the family after their mother had confronted him about his ongoing affair. He left that night and came back while the twins were at school to pack his things and left. They then had watched as their mother spiralled into depression. She became a functional alcoholic, made sure that they had what they needed and that of course the bills were paid, but every night she drank herself into a stupor. She had finally gotten sober after Beckham had slipped on some spilled liquor and the empty bottle causing him to fall and cut his eyebrow on the metal edge of the dining room table, resulting in stitches when he was 16. She had been sober for just under a year when she was struck and killed by a drunk driver while she was on her way to the high school to watch the twins perform in their end of year school talent show one night.

Beckham had been a quiet force when he came out of his grief. When they finally went back to school, they were technically a year behind as their class had graduated. Beckham was the only one who could get through to Blayze. He was the one who pushed her to DJ at the school radio station, he got her the DJ gigs for all the school dances, including prom that year.

They, much to Blayze' embarrassment, were voted as prom King and Queen even though they hadn't campaigned or even put their names in as candidates. The senior class had taken it upon themselves to do this one thing for the twins in an attempt to give them a happy memory of their final year of high school. Beckham had laughed pretty hard that night when their names had been announced. They were crowned and then had the obligatory dance, they had decided to, in honour of their mother, waltz around the cleared space on the floor, making use of the dance lessons their mother had made them take when they were younger. He even managed to convince his sister to take a few pictures with their friends as well as the obligatory King and Queen picture, in which she had her hands around his throat as he had his head thrown back laughing. The photographer had done a fantastic job capturing that candid moment and the pic made it into the yearbook. They both had a copy of the pic framed in their rooms.

As the twins wandered around the activities fair they both signed up to work/intern at the radio station. Blayze saw a table that caught her interest but then was quickly disappointed when it turned out it was a club for deaf Jews. He watched as she began to chat with a bigger blonde girl who had managed to make his sister crack a smile at whatever she was saying. Beckham saw where the two were heading and he froze up when he recognised the wild red mane of hair and a pair of blue eyes that had been haunting him since he was 15. The same pair that had shattered his heart and self esteem all in one shot. He immediately spun around so she wouldn't see him. Not like she would probably recognise him anyway he thought bitterly. Of all the universities he just had to have his father working at gaining both him and Blayze free tuition, it had to be Barden where Chloe Fucking Beale was a student at as well.

AN: DUN DUN DUN... ok not really but dayum.