A/N yes, this is Jaubrey. Don't let you be put off. It also contains lots of Bechloe, Stonald and moments ot Jeca (only moments) please read and leave a comment for me! Ideas are welcomed!

Jesse came too when the glaring sun burst through the windows. There was one thing he noticed. This was not Barden. He rubbed his eyes and climbed out of the queen size bed, trying not to wake the other body lying beside him. OTHER BODY?! He shook his head and hoped it was a dream. He walked into a room connected to the bedroom and was met with a classy, and expensive, complete suite. Walking over to the sink he noticed a load of make up on a shelf.
"Please don't be stuck with Beca, please don't be stuck with Beca." He muttered as he walked to the sink and looked in the mirror. His looks hadn't changed, he'd obviously been working out. But why?
"Oh my god!" He knew that voice from somewhere. "What the heck?" Aubrey walked into the bathroom with Jesse, wearing a pair of satin pyjamas.
"Aubrey?"
"Jesse?" Jesse walked closer to the blonde.
"Aubrey, your finger." Aubrey glanced down at her hand and saw the diamonds embedded on a silver ring.
"No." She slipped the ring off and threw it Jesse. "There is no way in hell we're engaged."

A pug ran into the room.
"I hate dogs." Aubrey whined.
"Well obviously not enough to prevent us from getting one." He smirked and bent down to scratch the dog. "What the hell do we do for a living?"
"I'm studying law." Aubrey muttered.
"And by the looks of this you're high up." Jesse smiled and picked the ring up from the floor. "So, hello future Mrs Swanson!"
"Oh my god. There's no way we're going through with this."
"What do you suggest?" He smiled. "Where are our clothes?"
"Well, you've been up the longest." Aubrey muttered as she adjusted the ring on her finger. "Mr movie man."

Jesse shook his head at his nemesis, turned fiancé. He walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to a room. He opened the door and saw a massive walk in wardrobe. Filled with shoes and dresses.
"Well, that's me sorted." She walked in and shut the door.
"I'll just look here." He gripped a handle and opened a door, a note floating down and hit him on the head. He carefully opened it and scanned through. As he finished Aubrey walked out of one of the wardrobes in a white floral dress.
"What are you reading?" She took the note.

Dear Jesse and Aubrey,

For the leaders of two a capella groups who are no longer at war you tend to argue a lot. Chloe, Stacie and I decided what better way than for you to know how perfect you are for one another we've sent you into the future. Sorry to say this Aubrey, but Chloe said she wanted you two to be more than just boyfriend and girlfriend, hence that ring which cost more than Amy's annual pizza intake. Let me fill you in: okay, Jesse you're a successful movie scorer who has worked with the likes of Jason Moore, Tim Burton and you've also composed for Andrew Lloyd Webber, Chloe assures me he's good, you've both been to numerous award ceremonies as a couple and in actual fact you have one tonight. ;) Jesse, I'm sorry but Aubrey actually earns the most money. Aubrey, you're the head of Posen and Fosters. That law firm your dad goes on about. Basically you proved yourself and he gave you the job after your first case.

Now, Aubrey you're 27 and Jesse you're 24 but you can't tell any of the future people you are from the past. Jesse, your clothes are on the second floor and I presume the first thing Posen went to do was find a wardrobe. Am I right, or am I right? The wedding is in a month and basically, if you can't get back to us by then, which wouldn't be a bad thing, you're stuck there.

Have fun, Beca :)

Aubrey ran a hand through her hair. "Why the hell did you have to have a job which includes going out in public?"
"Okay, calm down." Jesse held her shoulders. "We can do this. We just have to pretend to be in love when around people and then things can go back to normal." Aubrey nodded her head.
"What about clothes?" She glanced at Jesse's toned stomach. "Not that you're body isn't great. Just it's a little disconcerting."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." He kissed her on the cheek. "Meet you downstairs, babe."
"Don't you ever call me that again!"
"And I was like, baby, baby." Jesse sang as he walked up the stairs to the second floor. "Dear lord, there's more!"
"Well done. Do I need to give you a sticker?" Aubrey rolled her eyes as she, attempted, to walk down the stairs in a pair of heels which were higher than anything she'd worn before. "Holy Christ! I'm actually thinking about going back to wearing flats."
"Don't do that. Your legs won't look as gloriously long." Jesse ran down the stairs and helped her. He was wearing a tight fitting polo shirt, a pair of jeans and converse.
"What the hell just came out of your mouth?" Aubrey questioned as she, finally, reached the hard wood flooring of the ground floor.
"Uh... A compliment." Jesse muttered. "I hope it was just under the pressure of the situation."

After Aubrey had kicked off the pair of heels onto the floor, they made their way towards a open door.
"Nope, dining room." Jesse dismissed it before moving on. "Movie room." He turned away when it hit him. "Oh my goodness Bree. We have a movie room!" He lifted her up and swung her around. She glared at him as soon as her feet were firmly on the floor.
"Well, you may use it tonight." Jesse cut her off.
"Don't think you're getting out of that premiere easily." He smirked and walked into another room. "Kitchen!" He ran in and opened the fridge. "When did you learn to make brownies?"
"When I was six. Wait, I start making those again?" She joined him and they took the plate out of the fridge. "These are fresh. Yesterday, day before at a stretch?" Jesse pulled the cling film off and took a brownie.
"These are delicious!" He ate the chocolate dessert in two bites before reaching for another.
Aubrey slapped his hand away. "No, you're not going to have anymore brownies until after breakfast."

"Bree. Please?" Jesse begged.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Remind me why I proposed to you?"
"Well, I'm one of two Bellas to have a bikini ready body and you did. We have no more facts." She set about replacing the brownies in the fridge before taking a yoghurt.
"You eat one yoghurt for breakfast?"
"Well, yeah. Always have, always will." She opened draws until she found a spoon. "Problem?"
"No, just that may be the reason it says on a note here 'don't let Bree have a single yoghurt for breakfast. Chloe.' I'm guessing you had health problems?"
"I did faint once at a Bella rehearsal."
"Well then, no yoghurt."

A/N so, you lucky ducks. Due to some various pms, I have decided to continue this story. But I'm going to need help. I won't continue until I 1) get ideas and 2) see if Lackluster wants to write it with me because I'm bad at writing and have the attention span of a squirrel.