Beca gulped as she looked up at the Bellas house, her eyes worried. She couldn't tell if this was going to be the best or worst year of her life. She had decided, after a genuine conversation with her dad where he finally listened to her and helped her weigh her options with her instead of for her, that she was going to return to college for the third and fourth year. Maybe he was right, as much as she hated to admit it, and with getting work as the radio station manager as well as performing with the Bellas and working on arrangements, she was getting a lot of music producer experience she could have to show once she eventually got to LA, as well as having a degree would probably do something good.

But it wasn't returning that she was worried about.

It wasn't even Jesse; she'd had a summer fling after their mutual breakup, after they realised it wasn't working. Well, mutual was a nice word for it.

Beca's pretty sure he hates her now.

She doesn't hate him. But she does hate Jake, the guy who she was with this summer. He was supposedly just a distraction from Jesse, but he might have left her with a much bigger distraction than a boyfriend.

But why does she hate him? That has something to do with the pregnancy test buried in the bottom of her bag. She hadn't done the test yet, but it was definitely a possibility.

Jake had ruined her life.

She had a plan. Get through college, leave for LA, become a successful music producer, keep in contact with her friends.

A baby was never part of the plan.

Jesse was never part of the plan.

A summer fling was never part of the plan.

And yet, here she was.

Starting her junior year at college.

About to take a test that was going to determine her future.

Beca swallowed down her nerves and opened the door. Immediately, she could hear Jessica, Chloe and Ashley belting out show tunes in the kitchen, making dinner, no doubt. There was the sound of just dance 4 in the living room, and Beca just knew Flo and Stacie were competing. Beca grinned. She loved coming back to this. The Bellas were like family to her, and this was where she belonged. Considering she couldn't hear Fat Amy or Cynthia Rose having some sort of rap battle or just laughing together, she was guessing that she wasn't the last to arrive.

And God knows where Lilly is or what she's doing.

Beca was fully intent on creeping up the stairs so she could surprise the girls by just sitting in the hallway on her laptop like she so often does when she can't find peace in her own shared room with Amy, but her plan was ruined by Chloe dancing her way out of the kitchen, belting out All That Jazz, and spotting the tiny brunette holding her bags at the door.

"BECA!" She squealed, running up to her best friend and throwing her arms around the DJ. "You're here!"

"Here I am," Beca tried to reply, but it was muffled in Chloe's shoulder. She wrapped her arms around Chloe's waist and participated in the squeeze.

"I missed you so much!" Chloe continued, squeezing her tighter.

"We saw each other just last week," Beca laughed, before spluttering. "Too much, Chlo, fuck- "

"Sorry!" The bubbly redhead giggled, letting go immediately.

Beca found her hand going to her stomach, almost as if checking Chloe didn't squeeze the life out of her.

Metaphorically and Literally.

"Becs, come see the others. Amy and CR aren't here yet- "

"Uh," Beca interrupted. "I'll come down in a few minutes, I just have to put my stuff in my room and use the toilet,"

"Okaaay!" Chloe sang, skipping back into the kitchen.

Beca chuckled as she started to climb the stairs to her and Amy's room. Chloe was just so happy all the time. Amy said she reckons that because Beca is so grumpy and Chloe is so happy, Chloe has both her happiness and Beca's happiness inside of her and Beca has both her grumpiness and Chloe's grumpiness inside of her.

Her friends were wack.

Beca's smile quickly fell sullen as she remembered why she needed to use the toilet. She dropped her bags and went to the bathroom, locking the door and sitting on the bath. She let out a deep breath and held the stick in her hands.

Her hands were shaking.

One line for negative, two lines for positive.

She had to pee on a stick.

She couldn't even mess this up if she tried.

It was fool proof.

Right. She can do this. She has to do this.

Beca followed the instructions and left the test for five minutes. Her breathing was fast and shallow, and she was scared. It all came crashing down on her at that point. She could be pregnant. She could be having a baby. She was nineteen years old, twenty in November. She didn't know anything about babies, and even less about children. Whenever she encountered an infant she didn't know what to do. The panic started to rise in her chest.

A baby.

She could be having a baby, and she was still in college, with her whole life ahead of her. And what would the Bellas think, or her father?

Her dad. Shit.

Beca couldn't work out if her dad would be pissed or just disappointed, but her guess was a mixture of the two.

Her baby wouldn't even have a dad that could get pissed or disappointed at it.

Her phone alarm went off, signalling the end of the five minutes.

Beca was almost too scared to look. Deep down, she probably knew already what it was going to say.

Feeling sick to her stomach, and barely breathing, she picked up the test, but her hand was shaking so much she couldn't see what it said. Steadying her left hand with her right, Beca peered down at the test.

Two.

Two lines.

Two bold lines.

Two of her. She was now eating for two.

Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. Beca sunk to the floor and sat against the door. She dropped the test on the floor, tucked her knees into her chest and buried her face in them. And she began to sob.

She was pregnant.

Beca didn't even know what to think.

Beca must have been sitting there crying for quite some time, her mind practically numb, because somebody knocked on the door.

"Beca?"

It was Chloe. Of course it was, who else would it be?

"Becs, are you okay? You've been in there for like half an hour,"

Beca quickly sniffled and tried to wipe away the tears with her sleeve. "I'm fine!" She called, her own voice betraying her by breaking and making her sound even less convincing.

Chloe was silent for a moment, before she said softly. "Are you crying?"

Beca fought to make herself sound normal. "No!"

Chloe, of course, wasn't buying it. Sometimes it was worrying how well her co-captain knew her. "You are. Come out,"

"No!" Beca said, her bottom lip trembling.

Chloe rolled her eyes on the other side of the door. Something was definitely wrong, and she wasn't going to stand around and do nothing. Chloe swiftly picked the lock and opened the door. Beca almost fell back as it opened, but the brunette was fast to swipe something off the floor and get up, walking over to the sink, sniffling. Chloe came up tentatively behind her.

"Bec? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Chloe, I'm fine." Beca said thickly, keeping her head down and the test tightly hidden in her hand.

Chloe turned her around and lifted Beca's chin so she could see the girl's face. "No, you're not. You never cry, Becs. The last time you cried was when you thought your dad died." The redhead noticed Beca was doing her best to conceal whatever was in her hand. "What's in your hand?"

Beca shook her head quickly, clutching on to it tighter. "It's nothing."

"Becs…I'm your best friend…just tell me what's wrong," Chloe pleaded softly.

Beca realised it was useless trying to hide anything from Chloe, and she took one look at the redhead and saw she had puppy eyes which were filling with tears. She opened her hand up, her head bowed. Chloe's eyes widened as she stared down at what was clearly a pregnancy test. She picked it up and gasped as she saw it was positive.

Beca was crying again.

"You're pregnant?" Chloe whispered. "Oh my god, Becs."

Chloe engulfed her best friend in a hug, and Beca really sobbed then. Loud, regretful sobs into Chloe's shoulder. Chloe herself was tearing up, really hating seeing Beca so upset; the brunette's body was shaking with every sob that left her mouth.

"It's gonna be okay, Becs, it's gonna be okay," Chloe whispered in her eye.

"I'm only nineteen!" Beca cried, all walls that usually guarded her now let down.

"Shh, it's okay,"

"IT'S NOT!" Beca wailed.

"Okay, Becs. Shh now, shh," Chloe continued to whisper sweet nothings to her younger friend, and eventually she calmed Beca down to soft sniffles.

"What are you going to do?" Chloe asked her calmly.

Beca shrugged. "What do you think I should do?"

"I think…you should weigh your options and tell the rest of the Bellas. I know they say you're not supposed to tell too many people until 12 weeks, but I think they need to know. Your pregnancy will affect them as well. And I think you should have a proper discussion about it with them. And don't tell your dad until you know what you're going to do." Chloe suggested, holding Beca at arm's length.

"Okay." Beca sighed. She looked down. "Thanks, Chlo,"

"What for?" Chloe asked.

"For like…caring, or whatever," Beca brushed off her gratitude with a roll of her eyes.

Chloe beamed. "You're my best friend, Becs. What else was I gonna do?"

Chloe had suggested it was best that Beca told the Bellas sooner rather than later, so it was decided between the two of them to tell them over dinner. Everyone was catching up and Beca had already wolfed down her first and second portion and was quite obviously contemplating a third.

"Jeez, slow down, Shawshank, I'm the only fat Amy here," Amy chuckled, earning herself a collective number of giggles.

"Not for long," Beca bit her lip.

It was now or never.

"What? What do you mean not for long?" Stacie frowned, confused.

Beca looked at Chloe, who was sitting next to her, and the redhead smiled reassuringly.

"Um…" Beca scratched the back of her neck. She didn't even know how to approach this. "I'm gonna get fat too over the next eight months…"

Jessica choked, and the rest of the girls dropped their cutlery in surprise.

"Do you mean…?" Stacie asked, her voice unusually quiet and her eyes bulging.

"I'm pregnant." Beca confirmed shyly.

"You're what?" Cynthia Rose asked, her voice much higher than usual.

"Pregnant." Beca repeated, looking around wearily to see her friends' reactions.

Nobody said a word.