A/N: This is for-Sarcasticbella, one of our wonderful Jeca crew. You hoped to inspire someone's fanfiction? Well, here's a one-shot just for you! Hope you enjoy it! Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or the characters portrayed in this story. What I do own are the mistakes within and the story-line based on the adventures that our friend encountered. All names have been changed to protect identities.

Chapter 1: The date

Beca Mitchell's days, just like the wintry nights, were getting longer.

She was a preschool teacher, in the small town of Oak Fields, just 30 miles shy of Atlanta and had a class of 20 highly energetic three year olds. Her days were filled with little boys and girls running a muck in the classroom and her head would be still be ringing with their enthusiasm when she got home to her small but orderly two bedroom townhouse which she shared with several half dead pot plants, a creaking water system and her nymphomaniac friend. Teaching was fun when all the children sat quietly, listening to the stories that were read to them and she thoroughly enjoyed watching them discover new things and learn the world around them. They learnt their alphabets, numbers, colors, and shapes and how to be kind to one another. Recess outside and playing in the yard were very important to Beca who, as a child, had found the classroom uninspiring, so she loved to teach her students about nature. Today, the weather was too cold for outdoor play and the rain that had been threatening all day decided to soak the yard and leave huge puddles that she might have lost a pre-schooler in. Instead, Beca and her assistant Jessica, helped each child with arts and crafts, and using boxes, tissue paper and a lot of imagination, managed to create something for them to take home for their moms and dads.

Things had been a bit hard for Beca for a while now. She'd been stressing a lot lately; her mother had been grilling things in her brain like a steak that had burnt to a crisp, leaving a nasty stain in her mind. She'd been struggling with her weight for a while, since the stress of getting her degree had gotten to her and her mother's need for perfection taking it's toll. After seeking the help she needed after college, she was doing fine. Things should have been easy for a 23 year old, sharing an apartment with her friend Stacie and living life without a complete set of rules. Neither one of them had any kids of their own but they both have good paying jobs and lived well.

However, family problems were no fun when you had a mother who thought her word was gold. She seemed unable to listen to reason. She was still Beca's mom and believed she knew best. End. Of. Story. Beca stressed even more when her younger sister Ashley began to look ill, and Beca recognized the signs, matching her own destructive path. There was an opportunity for her to go to an out of state clinic and Beca pushed for Ashley to get the right help. Needless to say that the topic was a tennis matched play out between Beca and her Mom; the latter refusing to accept there was a problem at all. It was finally decided that Ashley would go to Remuda Ranch in Arizona.

All the plans were worked out and it was time for Ashley to leave. Of course, before that, she had to run the gauntlet of surviving the formal goodbye and endure the family gathering from hell. Everyone sat around the kitchen table bickering back and forth of who was right and who was wrong. Beca sat on her hands through most of the dinner, knowing that the sharp kitchen knives were only a few feet away. Upon the completion of dinner, Beca and Ashley went to the bedroom that they once shared for some one on one time.

"I'm a little scared Beca. I'm gonna be so far away." Ashley said with a tremor in her voice. The young girl couldn't stop her hands from shaking as she hugged her older sister.

"Ash, I know you're scared. Everything is going to be alright, I promise you! I've been there." Beca said as she rubbed soft circles on her back. Pulling away, she grabbed her sister's hand as they sat on the bed.

"Mom's just so ridiculous these days Bec. She doesn't listen. I'm going insane here!" Ashley said throwing her hands in the air for effect.

"Look, tomorrow you'll be at Remuda. Worry about taking care of yourself."

"I will. I promise." Ashley said wrapping her arms around Beca.

"I love you Ash."

"Love you too Becs."

The trip to the airport was painfully long. Beca insisted on driving as her mom seemed incapable of making a sensible decision, having changed her shoes seven times before leaving in her sneakers. Beca pulled up outside the small airport, popping the trunk and jumping out to get Ashley's small weekend case. She handed it to her sister and watched the awkward exchanges between her and their mom.

She could feel her lip curling and was desperate to get back home so she could spend a couple of hours tweeting, texting and facebooking with her friends to get over the evening. Beca loved social media. She was always sending tweets to her friends, as many as thirty a day if she had something to say and rarely a day went past without some sort of interaction. It was a good release for her and helped Beca get through the days

Following both her mom and Ashley into their terminal, to wait for their flight to Arizona to announce boarding, Beca resisted the urge to play with her phone, knowing it was going to be several weeks before she saw Ashley again. Stopping by one of the tacky gift shops, she swiped up a small, weird looking bear that only cost a couple of bucks and stuffed it into Ashley's carry on, hoping that the small googly eyed creature would bring her some comfort while she was away. There was a peaceful silence among the trio as they waited for the gate to be announced but Beca still felt a wave of relief when it came to say goodbye.

Several hours later, Beca received confirmation of them both landing safely and that Ashley and her mom had checked into the Remuda. A couple weeks passed before Beca got to have a Skype session with her sister and the hour passed quickly; both of them shedding more than a few tears. It was an exhausting conversation and Beca had been doing all she good to keep her sister's spirits up. She was drained as she ended the call. After a long day with her preschoolers, three of them with a tummy bug, all Beca now wanted was a nice long bubble bath and a glass of wine to relax for the evening.

The routine was the same for the next two weeks. Work, calling her sister and preparation for inspections soon took their toll and soon Beca was desperate for a well- deserved night out. She and Stacie had managed a couple of movie nights, not to mention a few drinks while doing so as Beca couldn't understand the fascination with a two hour long story about people she didn't know.

The stress began to build up too much for Beca and it was on the Tuesday afternoon, while in work, that she fainted. Well, a trip to the ER was never fun but very necessary. The doctors hooked her up with an IV drip to prevent dehydration as they asked awkward questions and probed into her private life. To keep herself sane and to block out everything going on around her, Beca tweeted away about her adventures. Next thing she knew, her Mom showed up with a bunch of bull to let out; her desperate reaction to the situation. Not wanting to deal with her, Beca began to get distressed so the nurse had her removed and banned, not allowing anyone to disturb the patient. The whole interaction had Beca laughing silently. She continued to tweet about her adventure yet again. After an overnight stay, Beca was released; going home to regroup and start all over again. Texts, tweets and messages from her friends kept her encouraged as Beca knew she had a good group of friends that supported and loved her dearly.

Chloe, Beca's best friend since their college days, was desperate to get a hold of Beca and get her back laughing and enjoying life again. They usually had a good time when they got together, whether it was a party, a trip to the coffee shop or a few drinks in a club. Chloe always wanted to set Beca up with somebody who would treat her right. She was such a romantic at heart… and a flirt… and a ... well you get the picture.

Beca had just finished her Starbucks when a chime indicating a message on Beca's phone sounded. She reached for it; reading a message from Chloe and she couldn't help the noise that escaped her.

Message: Chloe - Come out w/us 2nite, my bro is a marine, & u need 2 get laid! Look cute & 4get ur underwear!

Beca's eyes grew as wide as the Grand Canyon. Chloe was usually as forward but even that text had Beca laughing.

Beca thinks to herself 'There's no way the night could end poorly' Laughing, she called Chloe about the message.

Pretty much after the quickest hello in history, Chloe said, "Your self-esteem could use a boost. This should help."

Beca decided to just go with the flow and accepted Chloe's invitation, thinking it wouldn't hurt to go out for a few drinks. She couldn't remember ever meeting Chloe's brother before but it wouldn't hurt to flirt like hell with him for a few hours. Internally she was freaking out worrying about the perfect outfit. Beca started tweeting her friends for suggestions. About an hour or so, she decided on a black bra and matching black thong, with a strapless black dress and silver pumps. She applied her foundation and blush, along with silver eye shadow, black mascara, black eyeliner and some pink lip gloss. Beca decided to keep her hair down, having soft twisted curls draping down the side of her face. Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she smiled; satisfied with the results.

Beca walked into the living room to find Stacie with a drink in her hand. Knowing Beca as she did, Stacie though it was a good idea to have a drink or two before they left for Chloe's place. Stacie turned around with a shocked expression.

"Beca! You look sexy as hell girl. There's no way that Chloe's brother isn't going to want to land his missile on you. Blow his torpedo your way."

"STACIE!" Beca cut her off before she really got out of hand. Stacie's hunter was on the prowl for others as well as herself.

Beca and Stacie had their shit together; starting early with some liquid courage as people say. The tweets and texts were rolling out left and right and Beca began to relax. Beca's nerves were still getting the best of her. She still replied to her friends that she thought it was the best invite ever. All her social media friends were behind her 100% and she laughed as one of her friends tells her to take one for the team.

Knowing how she is when drinking, she also knew she needed to keep her wits about herself. Beca was confident enough to go up to the guy and say "Hi, I'm Beca, holy shit your hot, let's bang." There was absolutely no way in hell that something like that would happen if Beca was sober.

Finally, the time to leave arrived and she was actually quite excited to start what would hopefully be an amazing night out. She and Stacie made it out to the cab in one piece and were delighted that the driver complimented them on their outfits. He had a cheeky smile and the journey consisted of Stacie flirting the entire time. He was chatting about the club they were going to, stating that on occasion he did some DJing there on a Saturday night. As they pulled up outside the club where they were going to be meeting up with their friends and Chloe's brother, he handed them a card each and told them to ask for Luke at the bar. He would sort them out with a drink or two and Beca was really pleased to hear that there was a cover band playing tonight. She loved her music. Any opportunity to see some new talent was a plus in her book. Donald, the cab driver, scribbled his number on Stacie's card as she passed him a $20 bill and told them to have a great night.

Stepping out of the cab, Beca smoothed her hand over her dress as they entered the bar. Looking around the crowd, Stacie saw Jessica, Aubrey, Michael or Uni as some people call him, Bumper and Chloe and grabbing Beca's hand, she dragged her over to meet up with them, almost pulling her off her heels as she stumbled, catching herself just in time as she ended up right in front of a tall, dark haired guy in a Marine uniform. Beca's breath caught in her throat as she took in his broad shoulders and she could see his defined muscles everywhere.

"Hi. I'm Jesse." The Marine said, smiling brightly as he extended his hand. Chloe already knew her brother was taken by Beca, judging by the tone in his voice and the glint in his eyes. She saw the way he was looking at Beca.

Taking his hand in hers and shaking it lightly, Beca returned the smile. "I'm Beca. Nice to meet you Jesse." She looked him directly in the eye as her inner goddess jumped for joy. She was so ready for some fun tonight. Chloe asked Beca to join her in the restroom. She was reluctant to leave the handsome Marine as she could almost see Stacie sniffing his collar, but seeing as it was Chloe, she didn't have much of a choice.

"We'll be back in a few. Keep the seats warm Jesse. Oh, and I'm drinking rum." Beca said, as she followed an almost skipping Chloe to the restroom.

"Beca!" Chloe squealed as soon as the door closed behind them.

"What's up Chloe?" Beca asked.

"What do ya think Becs?" Chloe breathed through her teeth and pulled a silly face at Beca. She was way too hyper about the evening, more than Beca it would seem.

"He's quite the eye candy and since he's your brother, I'm assuming he probably has a personally like you as well." Beca said as a matter-of-fact. Although in truth, she didn't think that was a bad thing.

"I want you to know, that I told him you were a gorgeous brunette with an Aubrey Plaza personality."

"I AM NOT THAT WEIRD!" Beca huffed. Chloe couldn't help but giggle at Beca's reaction.

"You're certainly that sarcastic." Chloe stated. Beca stood there shaking her head.

"We're fucked then, before we start." Beca said, rolling her eyes for effect.

Exiting the restroom, the girls made their way through the crowd to join the gang back at the bar. Jesse offered her the seat next to him. He was a gentleman and pulled out the chair for Beca to sit down. Everyone had ordered their drinks and soon were engaged in conversation and laughter. The band was rocking out to some Tom Petty, Rolling Stones and Springsteen. Chloe was very observant to watch Beca and her brother interact. She knew her friend had been through a lot in the past month and wanted nothing more for her to let loose. She knew her brother with treat Beca with respect and take care of her.

The girls and guys hit the dance floor for a few songs, dancing neatly together and letting their hair down. The frequent trips to the bar for more drinks saw Beca with more liquid courage in her than normal and she took her chance to make a bold move when she saw Jesse standing by herself. She sidled up to him, placing her empty glass on the bar and turned to him. He looked down at her as she said, "Holy shit, you're hot!" and laughed as she ran her hands up and down his muscular arms. Jesse smiled widely at the compliment. The band started playing "Atlantic City" by Bruce Springsteen. Jesse took the opportunity to ask Beca for a dance, which she obliged.

The song ended as Beca excused herself to the restroom. Inside, she pulled out her phone and began tweeting her friends again, feeling the giddy effects of the alcohol almost immediately. She was having a great time and wanted everyone to know, despite the words being blurry on her screen. He was hot and she was going to go for the gusto this evening. Looking at the time, it was almost 10:30 and she was eager and wanted to head out, but not wanting to show it to look desperate. Getting back to her friends, they have a shot each to welcome Jesse home. A few minutes later, Jesse whispered in Beca's ear if she wanted to get out of here. Smiling and nodding, she started to say her goodbyes for the night. Chloe engulfed her into a bear hug so tight that Beca could hardly breathe. She placed a kiss on her cheek and wished her a goodnight with a wink.

Jesse had his arm around Beca's shoulder when they walked out of the bar. The night breeze was cool and crisp. She pulled out her phone and tweeted: Ladies and Gentleman, its 10:30 at night n I'm fucking wasted headed home with a marine. Hope I inspired someone. Fuck.

A/N: Ok ladies, I've decided to split it into two parts. Don't hate me. I assure you...you won't be disappointed with the next chapter; JecaShmex! ;) So you know what to do...leave a review. Thanks for your support! Enjoy! :)