Title: Cross Your Heart

Summary: "Bee, where are you going?" "I am going with daddy to the store." "Can I come too? I'll be good." "No, Bug. I need you to stay here and take care of Mommy, okay? Don't follow me, I'll be back before you know it. Cross my heart."

Slight AU. The real reason behind the green eyed monster's rivalry with the alt girl. BeChloe subplot.

Disclaimer: Nothing you recogonise belongs to me.

Chapter One: Cross Your Heart And Find Me

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A universal word of advice, if you ever want to skip college and move to LA, don't tell your parents of your plans until you are safely boarded on the plane with all your luggage and a necessary amount of cash, giving them no chance of stopping you what so ever.

With that in mind, Beca Mitchell a let out huff of annoyance for the umpteenth time that day as she waited for the cab to make it's way through the crowded campus of Barden University until it came to a stop. Finally!

"Wow! This place is huge! Maybe we can find you a nice, secluded corner to build your 'dome of darkness' for the next 4 years!" Stacie suggested with a smirk as she turned to look at her companion after getting the intial view of the place outside.

The small brunette jumped out the cab, deliberately ignoring her best friend of 9 years, and immediately grabbed her mixing equipment from the trunk before the guy in BU staff shirt took the rest of their luggage out. She had barely the time to turn when she was ambushed by a fake blonde with extremely forced enthusiasm who chattered on about the entire admission process while Beca only seemed to get out the words "Baker Hall" when asked about her dorm.

Beca zoned out the blonde as she watched several other people carrying around luggage for the 'move in weekend' before school. She wondered if, like her, they were forced to go here too, not given a chance to persue their actual dream. Suddenly a car stopped by, with a kid in the back singing along the radio, a KANSAS song in fact. He turned to her, strumming on a pretend guitar as he gave her a solo with a dopey grin. Beca sympathized him with a smirk before he fell back to seat as the car drove away.

"Cute, but not your type." Stacie commented from beside her, causing her to jump slightly, startled by the close presence.

"You gave me a freaking heart attack, dude!" Beca exclaimed, now realizing that the fake blande had already left and Stacie had two whistles in her hand. What?

"Good. That's for ignoring me for the most of the ride here." The taller brunette answered with a smug grin, showing that she didn't really mean it.

Beca, however, felt guilty nonetheless. She had spent the entire flight and the cab ride with her headphones on, losing herself in the music. Trying not to think about the fact that she had to spend the next four years of her life getting a stupid and pretty much useless college degree when she could have run off to LA to persue her music dream.

She'd never meant to ignore her best friend though. Who, in fact, had been there for her all this time and all along; Stacie had originally planned to go to Berkeley University, California which, as desired, wasn't very far from where the smaller brunette wanted to live when she moved to LA. But, when Warren Mitchell decided to drag his daughter cross-country, forcing her to attend college, Stacie Conrad wasn't hesitant in the least to apply to the same school as her best friend. Hence, Stacie never had to break the 'sister before mister' code that Beca always thought was lame and downright stupid, until now, that is.

"Earth to my munchkin!" Beca snapped from her thoughts as Stacie nudged her shoulder. "No time for trips to 'midget mind land'. I know you didn't hear the fake blondie when she gave the directions to our dorm so, follow me. She got you an official BU rape whistle too. Although, I don't think you need it, you can kill any pervert by your bare hands anyways. What goes over my head is that you never even took a single self defence class yet you-"

Stacie talked at her usual 'mile-a-minute' pace, walking ahead as Beca rolled her eyes at the height joke for a moment, still standing in the same place, before she interrupted her, "Hey, Stace!"

The tall brunette turned on her heels, sporting a questioning frown that almost instantly changed to a beaming smile as soon as the next sentence was spoken.

"Thanks for staying with me."

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"This is campus police, hide your wine coolers!"

An all too familiar voice caused the pair of brunettes to turn to the door where Dr. Warren Mitchell stepped in, laughing at his own joke. "It's just your old man making a funny."

With a unsubtle roll of her eyes, Beca returned her attention to setting up her music equipment. "Chris Rock, everybody!" She muttered to herself knowing that her father wouldn't leave her alone anytime soon.

"Hey, you must be Beca's roomate. I am Dr. Mitchell, Beca's dad. I teach comparative literature here," he said, extending a hand to Stacie. Beca scoffed over her shoulder, of course he didn't know Stacie was her best friend. Another example that he knew absolutely nothing about her.

When the taller brunette acknowledged his presence with nothing more than a blank stare, knowing all too well the illusive character of Beca's Dad, the said man awkwardly retreated his hand and turned towards his daughter. Bdca saw the exchange from the corner of her eye, hiding a smile at her best friend's loyalty, ready to end this conversation as soon as possible.

"When did you get here- how did you get here?" He questioned.

"Took a cab. Didn't want to inconvenience you and Sheila. How is the step-monster, anyways?" Beca said with pure sarcasm that somehow still went unnoticed by her father.

"She's great." He replied nonetheless, "She actually took your sis-"

"Oh no, I don't actually care." Beca finally turned to her namely father, partially wanting to stop him from going to a dangerous territory. "I just wanted to say 'step-monster'." She smirked, faintly hearing her best friend clear her throat to hide a snicker.

"So, have you been to the quad yet? There's an activities fair. And during spring time kids study out on the grass."

Beca couldn't help but roll her eyes, putting a scoff for good measure, wondering when in the hell will he take a hint. "I don't wanna study on the grass. What I wanted, was to go to LA and start my career to be a music producer!"

Stacie sighed as she saw her best friend beginning to lose her cool. It didn't happen often but in the past 11 years, she had learned to never make Beca come out of her shell if she didn't want to or the DJ would close off even more. And whenever it was the topic of her father, Stacie could only watch helplessly as the said 'shell' inevitably turned into a 6 feet solid thick concrete castle with a dragon at guard.

"I am going to the activities fair!" She announced, hoping to break the intense staring contest between the two Mitchells. The younger giving a death glare while the older stared back calmly oblivious.

"Me too." Beca said after a moment, forcing a bitter smirk and walking towards door with Stacie in lead. "I am going to the activities fair with my BEST friend, Stacie, who came here with me, all the way from Chicago, and didn't abandon me like you did!"

With that said, the brunette slamed the door in her father's face, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Eventually, a small smile made its way to her face as she squeezed back the taller brunette's hand, which had slipped into hers somewhere along the way. The DJ realized that everything she said was in fact, true and Stacie was more of a sister to her than she ever had.

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"For the 10th time, Stace, I am fine!" Beca exclaimed as she tried to pull her best friend to walk again, who had been stopping every five steps from their dorm to the quad, asking the DJ if she was alright.

"Alright! Come here," Beca said with a sigh, deciding a different approach. It may ruin her badass reputation a bit and it didn't help that she was half a foot smaller, but right now she needed to help her friend, so she put her hands on Stacie's shoulders and brought her on eye level with herself. It was an awkward scene to say the least but no body around them seem to notice.

"Look, Conrad, I am putting my street cred at risk here, so you listen to me carefully." After a confirming nod from the hunched brunette, Beca continued in a soft but stern tone, "Right now, my life is completely messed up. And even though they think they do, no one knows how I am feeling except you because you have shared a shit load of that mess with me and it's only one of the reasons why you are my best friend. So maybe I am not fine, because you usually know me better than myself, but at this moment, even after I pushed away every freaking person around me, you are still here with me. And that makes this college thing a bit more bearable, because I have you. Got it?"

Stacie nodded with a huge grin. This was one of those few moments when the shorter brunette let her guard down and Stacie felt extremely special to be able to witness it. (Also, it gave good blackmailing material, so win-win).

"Hey, Becs?" She said after a few moments of genuinely smiling DJ, "I hate to say this, but you are hurting my back now."

A look of annoyance crossed her face as Beca pushed her friend away and continued walking, hiding a small smile when she heard Stacie giggle and scramble to catch up.

The duo walked around the quad, observing various booths but none of them caught their attention. They'd seen a few 'interesting' people along the way as well. The said being a korean girl who gave them a death glare for no apparent reason as they walked by; an asian girl with really long hair and a disturbing looking trunk in her hand as she talked with an Indian guy with large hipster glasses; a fat blonde with an Australian accent standing at the DJ booth (which, unfortunately for Beca, stood for 'deaf jews'). And finally, the highlight of the day were the supposed 'college students' who were playing an altered version of muggle Quidditch behind a booth that said 'Potterhead Common Room'.

Not giving in at Stacie's pout, Beca walked them to the Campus internship booth and signed up for the radio station job. Finally something music related.

They were about to head back to their dorm to sleep off their jet lag when Stacie's eyes lit up and she pulled the DJ to the source excitement, an a capella group. Beca rolled her eyes and was about to tell Stacie what a nerd she was, when she looked at the girls standing at the booth made her breath hitch.

The reason behind it wasn't the perky redhead with crystal blue eyes. Although, in normal circumstances, Beca would've become a blabbering nervous wreck at how breathtakingly beautiful she was. But right now, most of her brain was focused on the blonde next to the dazzling figure of red and blue. The green-eyed monster with an all too familiar face and a golden mane was the person Beca dreaded to see the most.

Before she could do anything though, the redhead's voice explaining the 4 campus a capella groups made Beca look away from the blonde for a moment. Focusing on the redhead once again, "... so are you interested?"

Beca turned to Stacie who looked at her with her best puppy-dog eyes, "Sorry, Stace, it's pretty lame."

Before she could reply though, the blonde spoke up, her voice was just as Beca remembered. Her words? Not so much. "Aca-scuse me? Synchronised lady dancing to Mariah Carey chart topper is not lame. We sing all over the world and compete at national championship."

"On purpose?" Stacie asked innocently but Beca's snicker made it sound more snarky than intended.

"We performed at the Cobb Academy Performing Arts Center, you bitch!" The blonde sneered at Beca, who in turn, tried to hide her already increasing rage towards the blonde with another unimpressed snort; she silently wondered if the blonde would use the same tone towards her if she knew who Beca actually was.

"What Aubery means to say is that we're a close-knit, talented group of ladies who dream to return to the national championship at Lincoln Center this year. Help us turn our dreams into a reality?" The redhead tried to amend her friend's outburst and for a moment Beca actually wanted to do anything for the girl with those amazing blue eyes.

Her conscious, however, kicked in right at the moment and she realized that she had get as far away from the blonde as possible before she did anything she would regret, even it meant diminishing the hope in the redhead.

"Sorry, but I don't even sing. But I'll see you around." Beca said through her gritted teeth, looking the blonde dead in the eye before turning and walking away at a brisk pace. She didn't care at the moment if Stacie followed her or if she unintentionally broke the redhead's heart. All she could think about was that the blonde was Aubrey.

Aubrey Mitchell.

Her big sister.

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A/N: Alright. That's the first chapter. Tell me how you like it. Also, I need suggestions if I should make it 'Stacie/Aubrey' or 'Jesse/Aubrey and Luke/Stacie'.

Ps. I might try to add Flo and Emily into this story because I love them and I want my Benji/Emily ship to sail too.