Beca glanced at the clock on her microwave; it flashed "12:07."

"Fuck!" Beca cursed under her breath as she grabbed her keys and ran out of her apartment. She was late, she was supposed to meet someone named Kommissar-that couldn't be a real name, could it?- at the corner coffee house at 12. This was the third blind date Chloe had set up for Beca, and Beca honestly wished she would stop. After the first two went terribly; the first thought he was a wizard and the second wouldn't take off his hat, Beca was not looking forward to her date with the mysterious Kommissar.

Beca glanced at her watch-"12:13." Even though Beca wasn't looking forward to the next hour of her life, she didn't want them to think she had stood them up. She was still a few blocks from the coffee house, so Beca let out a huff of frustration and sped up as fast as her legs would let her.

Beca arrived at the entrance to the coffee house at promptly 12:23. She took a deep breath, prepared for the worse, opened the door and stepped inside. Beca held her breath as she scanned the tables searching for a guy sitting alone at a table. No such luck. Beca let out a sigh of relief. Her mysterious date had left when she hadn't shown up. Since she had taken her time to get ready in her classic dark tee and skinny jeans, she decided to stay and order a coffee.

After getting her coffee, Beca rescanned the small and crowded coffee house looking for a place to sit. Beca's eyes settled on a booth near the back where a lone woman with soft blonde curls sat drinking her coffee. Seeing no other sitting options, Beca walked approached the booth.

"Um. Hi. Excuse me, would it be alright if I…"at the sound of the brunette's voice, the blonde looked up and Beca was staring into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She was so entranced that she didn't realize she didn't finish her sentence to the gorgeous woman in front of her.

"What is the problem? Cat got your tongue?" The blonde asked with a delicious German accent.

"Only if you're the cat. Wait What?" Beca felt her cheeks grow warm as she embarrassed herself in front of the purrfect, wait, perfect woman in front of her

"Kleine Maus, what were you asking me?" The blonde woman asked with a smirk.

"Oh. Right. Uh, you see this place is crowded and I wanted a place to sit down to enjoy my coffee but this is the only seat left so I was wondering, well if you gorgeous specimen would let me, if I could sit here with you" Beca released all in one breath.

"Yes."

Beca's eyebrows shot up. "Y-Yes? Really, 'cause it's okay if you don't want me here I'll just –

"Stay." The blonde forcefully said. Beca easily slid into the booth and looked up at the woman across from her. "I would like the company, my date never showed."

"Someone stood you up? How could they skip out on a date with someone as flawless as you?" Upon realizing her slip-up, Beca threw her hand over her mouth and muttered "Oh my god, I need to shut up."

The blonde woman chuckled in response. "Nein kleine Maus,I find your, ah, slip-of-the-tongues quite endearing."

"Thanks, I think"

After a short uncomfortable silence, the blonde decided to keep the conversation going. "Shall I continue calling you kleine Maus, or do I get a proper name?"

"Beca. My name is Beca." Beca picked up her coffee with raised eyebrows, gesturing to the other woman to answer her own question.

"Kommissar."

Beca's eyebrows shot up, eyes widened and she spat out her coffee. "No fucking way." Sitting across from Beca, this flawless blonde stranger was the Kommissar. As in the person Chloe had set her up on a blonde date with. Beca just stared at the blonde with her mouth open, not believing what was happening. How could Chloe set her up with a woman? She liked dick. But this women, oh god this angel across from her with her perfect hair and perfect smile and perfect body and perfect breasts-oh fuck it. She was definitely attracted to, her that was for sure.

"What do the American kids say, ah, earth to Beca!" Beca snapped out of her daze and took in a deep breath. "Kleine Maus, are you okay?"

Beca slowly nodded. "There's something you should know. I'm, uh, I'm your blind date. My friend Chloe keeps setting me up on these godawful dates so I was pretty reluctant to come here, which is why I was a late. Also, I had no idea that Chloe had set me up with a woman."

Kommissar's perfectly defined eyebrow rose. "Does my sex bother you?"

"NO! It's just, I've never been with another woman and…"Beca was silenced by Kommissar reaching across the table and placing her hands on top of Beca's shutting her up instantly as a shiver rand down the brunettes spine.

"Kleine Maus, its quite alright. I'd be happy to show you the ropes" Kommissar stated with a smirk. Beca stared at her, mouth agape, and nodded her approval, desire for the blonde coursing through her veins. Kommissar stared intensely at Beca, watching as the brunette squirmed under her intense gaze. "So it's settled. I will pick you up for dinner tomorrow at 7. Dress nice. Also, be a good girl and come on time," Kommissar added with a wink as she slid out of the booth and started walking away.

Beca stared at her jean-clad ass and swaying hips as she walked away. "Wait!"

Kommissar stopped and slowly turned around. "Yes?"

"How do you know where I live?"

Kommissar smirked. "Chloe told me all about you. I knew who you were before you sat down." The blonde turned around and continued her exit.

Beca slowly sat back down. "I'm gonna kill her."