The door to the Bella's rehesal space burst open, drawing the attention of the girls already seated, randomly dispersed amongst the bleachers. The captain of the group entered, her hands balled into fists, shouting at the person behind her, who half walked, half jogged to match her partner's stride.
"Becs, what did I do!? If I fucked up can you at least tell me how?" Stacie asked, clearly frustrated.
"God, Stacie!"
"What? What did I do?"
"You were flirting with the girl at the coffee place." Beca fumes.
"No I wasn't! She's just my friend! We went out for like, a month, two!" Stacie defended.
"You went out! And now you're flirting with her! And you're doing it right in front of me!" Beca returned.
"I wasn't flirting with her!" Stacie argued.
"Please. You can take your bullshit excuses and shove them right up your-"
"Beca, please!" Stacie interrupted.
"Spare me the excuses." Beca muttered, marching over to the stage.
"I'm not excusing it because it didn't happen. You have to believe me, Becs." Stacie whispered, hesitantly reaching out a hand and placing it on Beca's cheek.
"Don't touch me." Beca hissed, climbing on stage.
"Even if she was flirting with me, I swear I didn't reciprocate."
"Ooh, big words." Beca mocked.
"Beca, look, there will always be people flirting with me. I don't act like this when I see Jesse or Luke flirting with you." Stacie replied.
"I didn't date them." Beca shot back.
"You kissed Jesse." Stacie returned.
"I was high from our win. I had no idea what I was doing." Beca scoffed.
"And I can't control other people's actions." Stacie replied.
Beca took a few deep breaths before turning to Aubrey, who sat at the piano. "Aubrey, ready to start the warm ups?"
"Yes. Stacie will be taking the lead for this one. Ready, Stacie?" Aubrey asked.
"Sure."
Aubrey began playing a familiar tune. Beca frowned, recognising it from one of the any movies Stacie had talked her into watching.
"Oh, no. Aubrey, don't you dare." Beca warned.
"Can it, Mitchell. Conrad, sing." Aubrey ordered.
Every single day
I walk down the street
I hear people say
"Baby" so sweet
Stacie stood, arms by her sides, staring at Beca in a futile attempt to initiate eye contact.
Ever since puberty
Everybody stares at me
Boys, girls
I can't help it baby
Beca's blue eyes flickered up to meet Stacie's, and the taller of the two plucked up all the courage she had and slowly stalked over to her girlfriend.
So be kind
And don't lose your mind
Just remember
That I'm your baby
"Anastasia Conrad, if you dare..." Beca began before Stacie grabbed her by the waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
Take me for what I am
Who I was meant to be
Stacie sang, bending slightly so she was forehead to forehead with Beca. Beca successfully pulled away and turned her back to Stacie, crossing her arms.
And if you give a damn
Take me baby or leave me
Taking it up a notch, Stacie strutted over to the bleachers and hopped up on a chair, still dancing.
A tiger in a cage
Can never see the sun
This diva needs her stage
Baby, let's have fun!
Stacie gracefully climbed off the chair and landed in front of her girlfriend. She pulled Beca against her again.
You are the one I choose
Folks would kill to fill your shoes
You love the limelight too, now baby
Beca pulled away again and slumped on a chair, arms crossed.
So be mine
And don't waste my time
Cryin', "Oh Honeybear
Are you still my, my, my baby?"
Stacie ran around in front of Beca, yanking her shirt up enough to expose her stomach. Beca stood up, pulling the shirt back down before collapsing with a huff back onto the bleachers.
No way, can I be what I'm not
But hey, don't you want your girl hot?
Stacie winked and dropped in front of Beca.
Don't fight, don't lose your head
Cause every night, who's in your bed?
She crawled over to Beca, eyes wide and the World's Cutest Pout on her face.
Who, who's in your bed?
Kiss, pookie
Beca sat, frowning, and Aubrey stalled the piano briefly. Stacie leaned forward expectantly, and Beca sighed and rolled her eyes slightly, heaving herself up. Aubrey grinned before resuming playing.
It won't work, I look before I leap
I love margins and discipline
I make lists in my sleep
Baby, what's my sin?
She advanced on Stacie, making the taller of the two walk backwards as fast as she could, which was quite the feat in heels.
Never quit, I follow through
I hate mess, but I love you
What to do with my impromptu baby?
Stacie backed into a wall, and Beca stood about a foot away.
So be wise
Cause this girl satisfies
Stacie grinned, remembering the last time Beca "satisfied". Who would have thought the smaller, self concious introvert would be the agressor?
You've got a prize, so don't compromise
You're one lucky baby
Beca began to walk away, back towards the stage. Stacie took this as her cue to follow.
Take me for what I am,
"A control freak" Stacie called playfully.
Who I was meant to be, Beca sang, forcing back a smile.
"A snob, yet over-attentive" Stacie shouted.
And if you give a damn, Beca continued, allowing a small smile to adorn her features.
"A lovable, droll geek" The dancer yelled.
Take me baby or leave me. Suddenly, the grin on the DJ's face looked like it threatened to split her whole face in half.
"Aubrey 2.0!"
Beca gasped in offense and scoffed at the taller woman.
That's it! The straw that breaks my back
I quit, unless you take it back
She put an arm around Chloe's shoulder, gesturing wildly in Stacie's direction, but singing to the redhead.
Women, what is it about them?
Can't live with them or without them!
Giving up any hopes of staying mad, Beca stormed over to the piano and Stacie stood on the opposite side as they continued singing and a laughing Aubrey continued playing.
Take me for what I am
Who I was meant to be
And if you give a damn
Take me baby or leave me
"Oh take me baby" Stacie moaned as she crawled over the lid of the piano and landed neatly in front of Beca, once again lowering her own height to be eye level with the DJ.
Take me baby
Or leave me.
"I think I'll take you." Beca whispered, capturing Stacie's lips with her own.
Stacie pulled away slightly and winked. "Might have to wait until we get home for that, Sweetheart."
"Shut up."