*the first of my collection of Pitch Perfect one shots.

They had been dating for 11 months when she told him she loved him.

And all she could think was holy shit.

He had been walking her backroom the room she shared with Fat Amy, holding her hand, and humming quietly when it just slipped out.

"I love you"

His eyes had widened comically; she thought he had been on the verge of saying the same thing to her for months now: when they skyped over the winter break; whenever he left her anywhere...ok he had totally been ready to say it.

But he hadn't. Because if there was one thing Jesse knew, it was that Beca Mitchell was afraid of all things serious. So even though it had been on the tip of his tongue, he hadn't told her those three little words for fear of scaring her off.

But she said them first, completely on accident.

"I love you."

And she couldn't take them back (not that she wanted to) but she wasn't ready to face what she had just said.

So Beca did what she did best and shut him out. She turned to her room, closed the door on him and threw herself on her bed, and questioned when she had gotten so attached.

She didn't talk to him for two weeks after her little "confession" and it was the worst two weeks of her life. She found herself occupied with the Bella's rehearsals for ICCAs-expectedly-and throwing herself into school-for the first time since the fifth grade-now that she didn't have Jesse to worry about.

And despite her preoccupation and the fact that this was the busiest she had been in the last two years, she never felt more alone.

It was Stacie, of all people, who convinced her to end the madness and talk to him. The queen of sex and one-night-stands slapped some sense into her and said, "get your head out of your ass and go tell lover-boy what you feel."

Which was how Beca found herself standing outside of his room at two in the morning, peace offering of a juice-pouch in hand, pounding on the door for him to come open the door.

He opened the door, wiping his eyes blearily.

"I love you," she said as she offered him the juice pouch.

And he took the pouch and pulled her in for a kiss that took her breath away.

"I love you too," was the response she got.

"You're such a weirdo," she told him as he went in for another kiss.

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