I don't own any of Pitch Perfect. If delta iota is a real fraternity i do not own it. if it is not, i do. BAM

Back to Barden, thought Beca with equal parts excitement and amusement. A year ago she never would have imagined she'd be coming back. Yet, here she was. She spent most of the summer with her father having grown tired of her mother who might as well have installed a revolving door to better service her gentlemen callers. Jesse came and stayed with her and her father for two weeks during July. What followed was two weeks of passionate, though very quiet and discreet sex whenever and wherever the two lovers could. It did not take long after their first kiss for Beca to give in to Jesse's less upstanding (though sometimes they did stand) desires. To be precise, it took exactly the amount of time required to ditch their friends, catch a cab to the hotel Jesse stayed in, sprint up the stairs, unlock the door, and get their pants off. Afterwards, they joined the Bellas and Treblemakers at the afterparty that the Bellas were hosting on their floor of the hotel. Jesse was not Beca's first, but he was her favorite. She had been with three men before him; one was a serious boyfriend her sophomore and junior year of high school, the other two were hookups throughout her senior year. After both of her hookups fell for her, Beca decided to go on a hiatus from sex and the complications therein. She didn't realize how much she had missed sex until she kissed Jesse in the third row. That kiss stirred up a flame in her that she thought she had put out after her last boyfriend broke her heart. But Jesse just seemed to have that effect on her. She wasn't Jesse's first either. Jesse had a girlfriend for all of high school. A pretty, sweet, kind, dull, boring, witless blond girl who had loved him.

After Jesse visited Beca, she returned the favor in early August, meeting his parents, brother, sister, and dog. Naturally, he had a white picket fence that made her groan in exasperation when she drove up to his house. She enjoyed the trip. She grew close with his siblings and enjoyed experiencing the family life that she had never had a chance to feel. He insisted they continue her movication, but actually took her to a real theater to see a couple. This led to some suspect activities during a totally empty matinee showing of the third Hangover. Jesse was worried someone would walk in, but Beca convinced him pretty easily. Their trips to see each other did little to sate their desire to be with one another. It was like scratching a mosquito bite. The more scratched that bite, the more they wanted to be with one another. By the end of the summer, they were both desperate to return to Barden and see their friends, but more importantly each other.

Beca's shoulders strained under the weight of her expensive DJ equipment and her clothes. She fumbled outside her new dorm, trying to open the door with her foot, but eventually came to the realization that she would have to put down all of her bags in order to get the door open. With an angry sigh she readjusted her bags and as she was reaching down to pick them up again, she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her backwards. She squeaked (though she would claim that she never has and never will "squeak") as Jesse pulled her into his grasp, his hands resting on her hips, his chin on her shoulder. Beca catches her instinctive smile and turns it into the sardonic look she perfected stacking CD's with Jesse.

"If you really wanted to scare me, just make me sit through Lord of the Rings again," she said as she tossed her hair into his face. Jesse pretended to take offense at being bitch slapped by her hair but really relished the opportunity to catch a whiff of her shampoo again.

"First off, Lord of the Rings won an Oscar! I'm pretty sure that makes it scientifically a good movie. IF you don't respect my opinion, respect the Academy's. I mean it's an Academy," he jokes while fingering her belt buckle seductively. "If I'm not scary maybe we should watch Halloween. I could take lessons! Plus you'd probably like it. It's creepy and scary and there's lots of stabbing, weirdo." He placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Beca grinned and bent forward slightly so she could subtly grind her jeans covered ass against his core. He moaned her name softly into her ear.

"Help me bring my bags up so we can break in my new room, dork," commands Beca haughtily. Jesse laughs at the stern expression on her face.

"Getting pretty good at the whole bossing people around thing, Becs. Taking lessons from Aubrey?" Jesse chuckled. He ducked under her slap and grabbed her bag. "Race you to your room!" Unfortunately for the couple's plans, Beca's new roommate was already in the room sitting on her bed.

"Amy! I'm so happy to see you," Jesse lies as the possibility of sex slipped away. Beca slipped into the room behind him. Her smirk slips from her face as she comes to the same realization, but it was replaced just as quickly by a bright smile. She hadn't seen Fat Amy over the summer and it was harder to communicate with her since she stayed in Tasmania during the holidays. Fat Amy leapt off her bed and grabbed Beca, pulling her into her bosom for a suffocating hug.

"I've missed you, flatbutt!" she drawled in her thick Australian accent. She pulled Beca even tighter until Beca began making unintelligible protests muffled into her breasts.

"Could you stop strangling Beca, Amy? We haven't even said hello properly," Jesse smirked as Beca raised an eyebrow at him after being set down by Amy.

"Oh really?" Fat Amy laughed, "So sorry to interrupt your 'hello.' What does this hello entail? Nerd sex? Beca piercing your nipples to her nipples?"

"Watching a movie together, obviously," Jesse replies without blinking. Amy eyed him carefully, obviously not believing a word. She grins suddenly.

"I didn't realize you were into watching porns together, Beca! So kinky…" Amy trailed off as Jesse reddened and Beca laughed.

"He's more likely to make me watch a Disney princess movie with him than a porno." Beca smiled sweetly at Jesse. He rolled his eyes at her and stuck out his tongue. "Real mature Jesse."

"Well, obviously I don't watch porn since I have such a hot girlfriend," Jesse claimed with a hint of pride in his voice. Beca stiffened and gave him a look while Amy pretended to gag. They hadn't discussed the label issue over the summer. Jesse knew that bringing it up might do more harm than good to their fragile relationship due to Beca's issues with trust. He saw the look on Beca's face and blushed, but she led it slide for now.

"Well, you're missing out then, dude. It's pretty awesome," Beca jokes as she runs her fingers through his thick, curly hair. He looks at her incredulously.

"Wait do you re-"

"Are you two going to come to the party tonight or will you be too busy buggering like dingo's who just found an oasis?" Amy interjects over Jesse.

"What party? And we're coming back to this porn thing!" inquires Jesse, the promise of booze overriding his desire to know if Beca really does watch porn.

"Oh yeah, the Dice brothers are having a big open party to celebrate the new school year. Supposed to be lots of booze and babes. If you're real lucky, you'll get some poor girl drunk enough to sleep with you tonight," responds Beca. She winks at Jesse and he grins, relieved that the tension from him calling her girlfriend has already dissipated. Dice was the school colloquialism for the Delta Iota fraternity. The spelling of their name and the gambling scandal that got the fraternity kicked off the campus thirty years ago made the nickname well suited.

"Well that sounds way too enticing to pass up, I'll definitely be there freshman hunting with frat boys," teased Jesse, "But, I gotta go move in to the Treble house and see Benji. I'll see you two later." He hugs Fat Amy then gives Beca a kiss that lingers one maybe two seconds beyond appropriate. Beca leans up and whispers into his ear.

"If you're lucky, maybe tonight I'll let you know if I prefer watching it or making it…" Beca trails off then innocently kisses Jesse on the cheek. His face turns bright red and he practically skips out of the room and heads to the Treble house. First order of business: take a cold shower.

-the Dice House-

Jesse walked up the Dice house with his fellow Treblemakers, Unicycle and Benji. Beca had texted him earlier to tell him that he should just meet her at the party because she had to catch up and strategize with all of her "aca-bitches." Jesse didn't mind. He was thrilled actually. He knew the more invested Beca was in the Bellas, in him, and in school, the less likely she was to leave for Las Angeles. That would destroy him. The three boys approached the house's front door which was being guarded by a large Dicer. He was blond, stubbled, about six foot four and looked solid through. He wore a checkered purple button up and a pair of khaki shorts that did not quite reach his knees. Jesse was suddenly concerned that maybe he and his Trebles should have worn collared shirts, but it's too late for that now. He puts on his biggest shit-eating smile and approaches the doorman.

"How's it going, man?" Jesse asks, the picture of friendliness. The doorman takes a long sip of his beer as if the answer to Jesse's question was in the bottom of the can. He finishes it and sighs forlornly as if his beer has betrayed him by being empty. Jesse runs a hand through his dark curls nervously. The doorman is yet to respond. I should have made Unicycle leave his fucking unicycle. The doorman snorts as if he can read Jesse's thoughts.

"I'm good, buddy. Unfortunately, I can't let y'all in. I don't know you", he says apologetically. The Dicer has a slight southern accent, probably emphasized by his alcohol consumption. Jesse sighs. However, Benji perks up.

"Well, my name is Benjamin Applebaum, and I am a certified illusionist," Jesse's friend says with aplomb as Jesse and Uni groan. "These are my friends Jesse and Unicycle. We're all Treblemakers!" Benji grins with that slightly scary intensity that comes so easily to him. The doorman snorts, obviously amused with Benji's antics.

"Nice to meet you, fellas," he extends his hand to each of the Trebles, "I'm Blondie. It's a fraternity nickname," he adds when he sees the looks on their faces. "I still can't let y'all in though, especially if y'all are a bunch of troublemakers." Unicycle and Jesse chuckle. They never tire of that pun. They're alone on campus in this trait.

"Nah, we're Treblemakers, like the a capella group," supplied Uni, desperate to get inside so he can drink.

"Alright, whatever, I'll let y'all in. Just don't cause any trouble, creep on any girls or any shit. Got it?" Blondie glares at them. Jesse grins at him while Benji looks terrified. All three of them nod their assent. Blondie opens the door and they hear the catchy rhythms of some remix of a nineties pop song.

Beca had gotten to the party thirty minutes earlier. She came straight from a seemingly unending strategy session with the Bellas. They went over their goals for the season (beat the Trebles), what kind of music they wanted to sing, and who would be handling the choreography now that it would be less rigorously structured. After the meeting finally came to a close, Stacie, Amy, and Beca all headed to the party. Unlike the Trebles, they had no trouble at all getting past Blondie. Stacie had even given him her number after approximately thirty seconds of interaction (she was obviously taking it slow with this one). Once they entered, Beca closed her eyes and let the beat wash over her. The DJ wasn't bad. Not great, but he has an ear for rhythm. Maybe I should get some of his stuff to Luke, she mused while pushing a loose strand of hair from her face and unconsciously keeping beat with her other hand on her thigh as the beat swells and transforms around her. She doesn't appreciate the beat as the rest of the party-guests do. They see it as some to keep time as they grind against each other and make out. She sees the beat as its own living thing. It breathes and moves. Her movements caught the eye of an attractive, tall (though Stacie would later tell her he was average height. Everyone is tall to Beca) man with a smooth face, swooped dark hair, and an easy smile.

"Enjoying the mix?" he asks nodding at her fingers as they drum a pattern on her thigh. Beca glances at him and decides to play nice.

"Yeah, it's pretty good. One of yours?" she inquires.

"Yes ma'am. You sound familiar. Do you work at the radio station?" he drawls, leaning in slightly closer and smiling wider. Beca raises an eyebrow at him, not sure if she was impressed by his recognition of her work or discomfited by his flirtatious attitude.

"I do, actually. You should submit some of your mixes, they aren't bad," Beca cautiously offers.

"Oh, I loved your mixes over spring break! You're really talented, sounds great!" the boy enthuses as Beca nearly chokes on the lukewarm beer in her hand after getting called girly, "I'm Joey by the way. Would you and your friends like some less shitty alcohol? Jungle juice and natty is for ugly girls and nonbrothers." He chuckles at his joke, but his laugh fades away when Beca fails to respond. Stacie however overheard and immediately accepts on their behalf with a casual wink. He leads them up a flight of stairs with composites from the last decade hung on the wall. They follow him past a room that obviously had someone getting lucky in. Stacie grins at the noises coming from the room

"He sounds like he knows what he's doing. New prey," she muses aloud to Beca and Amy.

"I feel like it would be easier to just designate who you aren't going to fuck, Stacie," snaps Amy with a grin. She slaps her own ass. "MY sexy ass has standards."

"Oh, really? You hooked up with Bumper!" says Beca aghast.

"I never said they were high standards. Just that they exist." Stacie sticks her tongue out at Amy. They finally reach Joey's room. He unlocks the door and lets them in.

"Welcome to mi casa, ladies. Take a seat and I'll grab some booze." He pulls down four folding chairs from a rack on his wall. The wall is covered with adverts for various alcohols. Many featured women with unreal breasts, Beca notices. Joey grabs four shot glasses and a bottle of Cuervo. "To another great year at BU!" he proclaims after he fills their glasses. They all down the shots. Beca and Stacie wince as the alcohol burns down their throat, but Joey and Fat Amy both show no pain. They nod at one another in respect.

"So how do you like being a dicer?" inquires Amy after their fifth shot. The girls are all starting to show the signs of drunkenness. Wobbling a bit, over-exuberance, laughing at stupid jokes. Joey smiles at the question.

"I'm not a dicer, I'm THE dicer," he chuckles, "I'm the president of this chapter of Delta Iota," he offers in way of explanation of his fairly lame joke. "Fraternity life is awesome. Tons of booze, brotherhood, and most of the year I have pledges so I hardly have to do any work. Only issue is our house if full and we need places for our newer members to live. But we're in talks with the administration, so we should get it all sorted out fairly soon."

The four continue drinking and Joey attempts to engage Beca in numerous different topics. He makes some headway with music, but still cannot seem to break through her icy exterior. Beca checks her phone and loudly curses.

"What happened?" ask the other three in unison their eyes on Beca as this fiery outburst in unlike her, even when she is drunk.

"Jesse texted me half an hour ago, he's here. I gotta go find him!" She stands up, wobbles for a bit, then regains her balance. "Thanks for the alcohol!" she calls back at Joey.

"No problem! Who's Jesse?" he shouts after her. She turns around in the doorway and seems to process for a couple second. Joey repeats the question.

"He's my boyfriend." Amy and Stacie look at her slackjawed. This type of admission was something totally off the charts for Beca. Beca turned and ran out the doorway to look for Jesse. The smile slowly slid off Joey's face after Beca left. She is soon followed by Fat Amy and Stacie. His expression turned frustrated as his eyebrows draw together.

"Well, fuck. Could've saved half a bottle of cuervo if I knew that an hour ago."