A/N

So, I must tell you that this is my first fanfic, that I wrote in FRENCH (that you can read here, the title is Te retrouver) – yes, I speak French – So I try my best with translate, but I do know that I'm way far from being good. If you want to help me, then feel free to write me

Terms and exemption from legal liability / Disclamer - The characters presented in this fictional stories belong to writers, producer, director, etc. Movie Pitch Perfect 2, released in theaters May 15, 2015, duration 115 mins. Universal Pictures is the owner of that film. I have no rights over it. I release myself from the moral responsibility worn by characters facing their owners, only using them in a non-profit, non-harming intentions. The work made with them is a fiction.

Dear reader, if you enjoy reading slash f / f, welcome here :) otherwise bah I'm advising to go away, your eyes may bleed, I'm not responsible of that either.

Happy reading, and if you like, leave me a review :)

At the end of her performance at the World with the Bellas, Beca, stunned by the shouts of the crowd and happy, went off stage and fell on the beautiful German, Kommissar, who made her dry mouth.

- Small maus … You would have been able to make a better performance, you know? I think that we are going to win nevertheless your efforts.

- close your so soft looking mouth!... Shit!

-Hahaha! You really don't know how to get a hold on yourself in front of me, am I right?

Beca, angry at herself to have not much repartee, turned away, to go and change, but Kommissar caught her arm and take her near her.

- Now that the games are made, I don't have to hate you anymore, but, however I remain the best, that is a fact.

- I... You don't try to offend me?

-Niet, you are great, for a small maus, said the tall blonde, who was not used with compliments.

- And you make me confuse about my sexuality, says Beca. Then, realizing her mistake, she lifted her eyes to the sky. Not Again!

The German had a small laughter that said a lot, while Beca looked at her, distraught.

- I should … I should find the other Bellas to go and celebrate our performance.

- Not, you should stay with me. They congratulate, and don't look for you. I make you confuse for real? She asked, becoming milder.

- I … Yes … Released the DJ in a breath. It was unbearable to lie to her.

With this confession, Kommissar bent, raised the chin of Beca, and put down on the bella's lips a kiss, far from being hesitating. The stomach of Beca contracted, and she saw a firework behind her closed eyelids. Once past her surprise, the brunette returned her her kiss, pressing her a little bit closer to the body of the tall blonde. Their lips, touching for the first time, were discovering each other ones, and Beca crossed her arms around the neck of the German. When their lips parted, the brunette sighed of satisfaction.

-Wow! But where that comes from?

The German didn't had time to answer, Jesse, who had come behind the stage to congratulate the Bellas had seen the kiss, pulling Beca out of her musing. His eyes expressed nothing, nothing else but anger, sadness, detachment, that burned in the stomach of the DJ.

- You - you don't love me anymore? Jessie asked her

- Yes, I do love you! She kissed me, and as she is so attractive… I - I am sorry!

- I am also sorry… Beca, I will end that. Us.

- What? You throw up three years of a great relationship over a kiss? That meant nothing!

Kommissar, always near, had heard what Beca had just said.

- You mean that it was an experiment, that you lead on me? Said the German while frowning.

- Stay outside of that, please, Beca asked her.

- Yes, you are right, I stay out of that. I'm leaving you, it's over, Beca. Answered Jesse.

- I wasn't speaking about you! Jesse, no, don't go!

- Beca, listen to me, please, says the young man while fixing her in the eyes. I won't tell you again. It's over. I do not want to hear any more about you, nor about her, I don't want you near me, you are a dead woman for me. It's what you could have made of worse. And you did it. So I'm leaving.

He turned and ran away.

- It's your fault! You and your - your irresistible face! Says Beca, while bursting in sobs.

- If you want to see me again, I will still be on tour for three months, I am going to give you some time to proceed… I'll be happy, told her Kommissar.

And she also turned heels, while Chloe and Emily arrived to look for Beca to leave with her. When they found her in tears, both hands stuck on the mouth to suppress her sobs, they looked all around.

- What happened, Becs? Chloe asked.

- Don't tell me it's that bitchy German! Said Emily.

The DJ shook her head in denial.

- it's … It's … It's Jessie, she says, while trying to stop crying, because that did not look like her.

- What did he do to you? Asked Chloe, on the defensive.

- he has… he broke uuu uuuup!

-Ho, no, Becs! I am sorry! The redhead, repressing a smile answered her. Come with us, we are going to an after party to try to change your ideas.

Chloé could not be happier of the form of the events. Jessie who left Beca was, without she can admit it to herself, a really happy moment. She was going to be able to get closer to Beca. Well, to get closer to Beca than what she was already. She had wishes that grew, even when the attractive brunette wasn't in the area. She wanted her, to herself only. And while watching her dancing, to chase away the devils of her ex that still haunted her, Chloe found her even more attractive, her hair scattering everywhere around her, while she swayed hips on Outside, a new song of her 2nd favorite DJ.

It stayed one month of class for the former Bellas, and they planned to take advantage of it. Besides training the new Bella, Emily, who was going to take their succession, all the young women wanted to say farewells with a memory of tight weaved friendship.