Author's Note: Okay, so... this has been niggling around in my brain... I'm not even sure if I should continue it. I guess it depends on the response I get. This will be Triple Treble. Uh... let me know your thoughts? (P.S... Uh without giving too much away-no Tom. lol like you guys mind tho)

Disclaimer: Own nothing, just borrowing.

Chapter One

They say the worst things in life come free to us and life won't ever be easy; that it's what you make of it. Beca Mitchell was inclined to agree. She certainly hadn't had a grand childhood, what with her father up and leaving when she was seven and barely giving her a second glance. Her teenage years were full of rebellion and bad decisions although she supposes if she hadn't of made those decisions, she wouldn't have what she has today and she might not have stopped her downward spiral.

After the age of fifteen, she had to grow up real quick and stop her self-destructive nature because that was the year that Jonah Everett Mitchell was born. As soon as she held that baby in her arms, she knew she wanted to be something better for him; she wanted to be someone that he would be proud of. So Beca grew up. She stopped partying and drinking and instead focused on her school work and being a good mom.

Though she had the love and support of her mother, Beca was always surprised how well she managed to juggle taking care of Jonah, mixing her music and keeping up with her grades—although she supposes that it helped that she stopped having a social life after she got pregnant; not that she cared because Jonah became her whole world. She would never understand how she could love someone so much.

Beca managed to graduate at the top of her class. She had worked hard and strived to be better and the look in her mother's eyes as she held a clapping Jonah as Beca walked across that stage was what made all that hard work worth it.

Now, she's 20 and it's been a month since her mother passed away from breast cancer. It's been a month since her father showed up wanting to be in her life and Jonah's by extension. She'd been planning and saving money for LA before her mother got sick. That was what kept her in Portland. Her mother had been completely supportive of her, telling her she'd always be there, that she believed in her. She just wanted Beca to be happy. Before she died, she'd told Beca how proud she was and to never give up on her dreams.

After the funeral and everything was settled, Beca had planned to pack up and leave for LA with Jonah. She'd saved enough money to get there and for at least two month's rent for a small apartment—enough time for her to get a job all the while trying to get her music out there. Of course that never happened. Her father had come along and told her that her 'hobby' wouldn't get her anywhere in life and that she needed a steady job if she wanted to care for Jonah. He said she should go to college so she'd be able to get something better, be something better; and since he taught there, she'd be able to attend for free.

Warren Mitchell had even offered to let her stay with him and his wife which she had quickly refused. She'd find an off-campus apartment where she and Jonah could stay, and she had. It wasn't amazing but it was home and it was only 2 blocks from campus and 3 blocks from a park.

"Momma!" Jonah's voice brings Beca out of her thoughts as she looks down at the little 5 year old, smiling at him. He's small for his age with chocolate locks that never seem to stay in place. Light freckles kiss his dimpled cheeks and his denim blue eyes always seem to be filled with curiosity and wonder.

Beca watches as he comes running toward her so she sinks down, readying for the tackle hug she's about to receive. He's always running at full tilt and Beca wonders where he gets all his energy. "What is it, munchkin?" She asks enthusiastically.

As expected, Jonah flings himself at her, arms wrapping around her neck before he points towards a small pond. "There's duckies over there! Can we feed them some bread?" The word 'bread' sounds more like 'bwead', his Rs always coming out like Ws.

"Bread is bad for the duckies, bud." Beca says gently.

Jonah frowns up at her. "Does it upset their tummies?" He asks curiously.

Beca hides a smirk. "Yes, baby. Now, c'mon it's about time for lunch, let's get home and get something to eat." She says, standing up and perching the little boy on her hip.

…..

It's been a few weeks since she and Jonah have settled in and Beca has already signed up for her classes and has signed Jonah up for pre-school. He starts Monday (it's Saturday). The little boy is extremely excited and has already packed up his school supplies in his brand new Captain America backpack. So today, Beca has decided that she's going to spend the day with him doing whatever he wants.

"Momma can we color and listen to the Beatles?" Jonah asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Beca grins wide and nods. "'Course, kiddo. Why don't you go get your coloring books and crayons and I'll put the music on." Beca watches as Jonah dashes down the hall and turns into his room in search of his crayons and coloring books. Their apartment is on the ground floor and it has two bedrooms and one bathroom and a walk-in kitchen from the den; small but just enough for the two of them.

Beca hooks her ipod up to the docking station and searches her playlists until she finds the one that says 'Jonah'. She selects it and immediately, 'Hey Jude' starts playing. Beca had started Jonah with music very early on so he loves music about as much as she does. She's even taught him a little of the piano.

After a couple of minutes, Jonah comes racing out, supplies in hand. He grins wide, dimples indenting his cheeks as he hears the song. Beca smiles back at him as he sets his crayons on the floor and several books before he plops down and immediately starts coloring, singing along to the song (only a little behind on the lyrics even though he knows them by heart).

The next song that comes on is 'Here Comes The Sun' and Jonah's head jerks up, looking expectantly at his mother. She smirks and starts to sing in her billowy alto voice. When he was a baby, Beca would sing it to him to calm down his tears and now when he's upset or sick. It's his favorite. Jonah smiles and starts to sing with Beca too before going back to coloring, completely content.

When 'Yellow Submarine' comes on they end up dancing around the living room, Jonah going between giggling and singing, his cheeks flushed with happiness. This goes on until the doorbell rings. Jonah pouts as Beca turns the music down and moves toward the door, Jonah perched on her hip as she peaks through the peep hole.

When she sees who it is, she sighs before unhooking the chain and then unlocking the deadbolt.

"Hey Beca. Jonah." Warren greets awkwardly. He's not sure how to act around Jonah. He never even knew about him until his ex-wife's funeral.

Beca frowns. "What do you want?" Jonah seems to sense her annoyance because he snuggles against her and completely ignores Warren. The little boy is shy around people he doesn't know.

Warren looks agitated now but he forces a smile. "I just thought maybe you'd like to go up to Barden today—it's the activities fair. Maybe you could join a club or something, make friends."

"I don't have time for that. I've got enough on my plate as it is, plus I don't have anyone to watch Jonah." Beca says, holding back a long-suffering sigh.

"Oh, I asked your neighbor, Emily—she says she watches him for you sometimes. I offered to pay her more since it's so last minute." Warren says as If this solves everything.

Beca looks livid now. "What?! You can't just go around-" She cuts herself off because she knows if she says anything else, it's just going to start an argument and she doesn't want to argue in front of her son. "Fine." She says through gritted teeth.

Warren smiles. "Great!" And then he steps aside letting a sheepish looking Emily by. Beca offers her a small smile. It's not her fault. Emily is 16 with long auburn hair, a very beautiful girl and very sweet. She's a good kid and Beca trusts her and she's great with Jonah.

"Emy!" Jonah squeals and holds his arms out to her. Beca smiles again and hands her son to the teenager who is already getting an earful from Jonah but she's nodding along and smiling brightly.

"Let me get ready…" Beca says tersely before shutting the door in Warren's face.

…..

Beca sighs as she walks along the sidewalks of the beginning of campus. She's not really paying attention until a car stops and loud music is playing, bringing her out of her thoughts. She turns to see a puppy faced guy singing and playing air guitar and then to her bemusement he spots her and starts to sing to her. Luckily though, the car begins moving again and so does she.

People are milling around and there are so many booths but she's not really paying attention until a flier is pushed towards her. "Hi! Any interest in joining our a capella group?" Beca looks down at the flier and then up to meet bright blue eyes and an even brighter smile. She's a little taken aback at how beautiful this girl is, even the blonde beside her who stands a little rigidly.

She covers her staring though with a sarcastic grin. "Oh, right… this is like a thing now." She says, looking between the blonde and the redhead, both of them smiling.

"Oh, totes!" The redhead nods. "We sing covers of songs but we do it without any instruments. It's all from our mouths." She says excitedly, eyes bright.

Beca raises her brows and lets out a "Yikes…"

The redhead seems unfazed. "So, are you interested?"

"Sorry, it's just—it's pretty lame." Beca says with a smirk.

And then the blonde is speaking –sounding more than a little offended- for the first time, making Beca's eyes snap to hers. "Aca-Scuse me? Synchronized lady dancing to a Mariah Carry Chart topper is not lame." She says, forcing a smile.

The redhead jumps back in. "We sing all over the world and compete in national championships."

And Beca can't help herself now; she wants to get a rise out of the blonde. "On purpose?" She asks, feigning displeasure.

Blondie gives Beca this look that tells her she's trying hard not to choke Beca. "We played the Cob Energy Preforming Art Center, you bitch…" And Beca's eyebrows shoot up as she tries to hold back a smirk.

"Oh-What Aubrey means to say," Red starts, Blondie turning her head and looking at her like, that was exactly what she meant to say. "Is that we are close-knit, talented group of ladies who's dream is to return to the National Finals at Lincoln Center this year. Help us turn our dreams into a reality?" The redhead asks hopefully.

And okay, Beca feels a little guilty now. She smiles and shakes her head a little. "Sorry, I don't even sing, but it was nice meeting you." And then she wanders off.

She gets her hopes up when she sees a DJ booth but it just ends up being for Deaf Jews, but eventually she finds a sign-up sheet for an internship at a radio station here on campus. It's not much and the pay is little (Which is fine, she's already secured a job at a coffee shop that has flexible hours), but she figures it could be a good way to help get her mixes out there and get some experience.

Of course later, when she's first starting, she realizes it's not at all what she hoped. And what's worse is puppy-faced boy is there.

"So what's your deal? You one of those girls who's all dark and mysterious and then she takes off her glasses and that amazingly scary ear spike and you know she was beautiful the whole time." Puppy-face, or Jesse as she's now learned his name- is way too energetic for Beca's liking.

"I don't wear glasses…" She says with annoyance, only glancing up once before continuing to stack CDS.

"Then you're halfway there." Jesse says as he sets a CD on one of the shelves.

Beca just shoots him a glare but he doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it, apparently she's going to have to do better than her resting-bitch-face. "You're a weirdo."

Jesse grins. "Yeah, I am, and so are you. It's a good thing we're gonna be best friends, and or lovers."

Beca makes a face and steps away, holding a stack of CDs. "Please don't say lovers." She shakes her head, still grimacing.

"You know, I wouldn't pass this up. Once I'm a Treble, I probably won't even have any time for you."

Holding back a snort, Beca walks back over for more CDs. "Wow, no, I didn't think there was a way for you to be less attractive to me. But congratulations, you've managed it."

Jesse just shakes his head, smiling. "Just wait; you'll go all squiddy, drape yourself all over me. It'll be fun." He says confidently, giving Beca a smile.

Beca just stares at him, rolling her eyes with a small smirk. Idiot, she thinks.

…..

Monday morning rolls around too quickly and Beca all but scrambles to get her son ready for his first day of pre-school. She has no time for a shower because he's crying and clinging to her for dear life and she feels terrible but she has her first class at nine. She grabs a change of clothes and some bath stuff before heading out, figuring she can just shower on campus, throw her shit in her car afterward and rush to class.

Many tears later, Beca and the teacher manage to get Jonah to let go of Beca long enough to distract him with toys and another little boy who is eager to play with him. A weight has been lifted from Beca's chest now that she knows that Jonah won't be miserable the whole time. She walks into the communal bathroom, singing softly. Titanium has been stuck in her head for a couple of days due to her trying to put it in a mix.

She hangs her bag outside the cubical and then steps inside, beginning to undress before hastily shoving her dirty clothes in the bag and pulling the towel out so it'll be available. She steps back inside the cubical with her shower supplies and turns on the shower, continuing to sing.

"Bullet proof, nothing to lose. Fire away, fire away. Ricochet you take your aim…"

"You can sing!"

Beca whips around only to come face to face with the bubbly readhead from the activities fair. "DUDE!"

She tries in vain to pull the shower curtain but the redhead pulls it back, stepping closer. "How high does your belt go?" She asks, leaning in and turning off the shower.

"My what? Oh my god"

"You have to audition for the Bellas."

Beca leans back against the cold tile walls, trying to cover herself with her loofa. "I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk." She chances a glance down and then snaps her eyes back up, mentally berating herself.

Red completely disregards her comment, apparently not even fazed by the fact that they're both stark naked. "Just—consider it. One time, we sang back-up for Prince." She grins as she continues. "His butt is so tiny, that I can hold it with like one hand." She emphasizes this by bringing up her hand in a cupping motion only to knock Beca's loofa out of her hands. "Oops!"

Muttering to herself, Beca quickly bends over, careful to keep her eyes glued to the floor as she retrieves the loofa and turns around toward the wall. "Seriously, I am nude."

Again, the redhead just continues as if Beca hasn't said anything. "You were singing Titanium, right?"

And then for a moment, Beca is intrigued because this woman looks like she listens to nothing but pop music. "You know David Guetta?"

"Have I been living under a rock? Yeah. That song is my jam—my lady jam." She grins wide, nodding her head.

Beca's cheeks flush and she turns away. "That's nice…" Jesus she couldn't tell if she was uncomfortable or aroused. Uncomfortably aroused?

"It is. That song really builds." She winks suggestively.

Beca hides her apparent arousal by letting out a quiet, "Gross.", and grimacing.

"Can you sing it for me?"

Now Beca is sure her face is on fire. "Dude, no! Get out!"

The redhead shakes her head, making a face. "Not for that reason. I'm not leaving here until you sing, so."

Beca is quiet, working hard to keep her eyes trained on the floor. The redhead feigns a sigh, clearly not leaving. So Beca slowly turns around, hunching her shoulders awkwardly and holding the loofa to her chest. After a moment, she begins to sing, eyes darting around and never meeting the redhead's.

As soon as she gets to Fire Away, the redhead joins her and her voice is so beautiful and they meld together so wonderfully that Beca forgets they're naked. Her eyes meet the ginger's and as they harmonize, she can't help the small smile that creases her lips.

By the end of it, Beca has dropped her arms from her chest and is full on smiling, the redhead smiling back. Of course then she realizes again they're both naked when her eyes drop down to the redhead's chest before quickly looking up to the ceiling and trying to keep from blushing.

Realization seems to dawn on the other woman. "Oh, yeah, I'm pretty confident about all this." She grins as she gestures to herself.

And Okay Beca can't help herself, her eyes drop back down, quickly raking over the other woman's body before they snap back up. "Yeah. You should be." She's only human after all.

The ginger just grins at her before turning around and handing Beca her towel. Beca takes it and covers herself, still trying to look anywhere but the other woman's body. "I…still need to shower."

"Oh," She says, turning to leave but not before throwing over her shoulder, "See you at auditions!"

Beca lets out a shaky breath and it takes her a second to comprehend what the hell just happened. Her face heats up as she remembers the redhead's body and that's when Beca decides she needs a cold shower.