AN: Personally, I loved Pitch Perfect's "holiday transition" scene. It kinda makes you wonder how much stronger the bonds between the Bellas are growing. It's such a pity that they didn't add it to the movie. (I mean come on, it's a minute long!) So, since it's so adorkable, Imma write some fluff. Absolutely, 100% Bechloe. (The movie LIES.)

Beca liked to think she was a determined woman. She pretty much sold her soul to the blonde devil to pursue her dreams in LA, after all. Strict schedules? Fine. Stuffy flight attendant costumes? Whatever. Nonstop cardio up and down a set of bleachers? She'll huff and puff her way through it. (Even if she dies a little after every lap.) 'It will all be worth it in the end,' becomes her endless mantra, fueling her through practices and arguments with aforementioned demon.

But this. Is just. …No.

She gaped at the whiteboard as she entered the auditorium. "~Operation Halloween Singagrams!~" was written in black and orange, surrounded by squiggles and other frivolous decorations.

This has got to be a joke.

…Hah. What was she thinking? Aubrey doesn't joke.

"What the fuck are singagrams?" she asked loudly. She already had an idea of what they were, but hoped against hope that she was wrong. Arms crossed tightly, she took her seat at the closest chair.

The rest of the Bellas were already present. Upon the first few practices, the girls soon realized that "early" was "on time," and "on time" was "late" in Aubrey-speak. Naturally, Beca took extreme care to always arrive at least five minutes tardy.

"Well Beca," Aubrey replied, glaring at the brunette, "If you were here at calltime, you would already know now, wouldn't you?"

This argument was like a pre-practice ritual between the two, but now was not the time for pleasantries.

Receiving only a pointed look in reply, Aubrey pursed her lips in distaste. "You can at least pretend to put in some effort, you alternative little-"

"Singagrams are basically singing telegrams!" a perky voice interrupts, "The plan is to collect song requests for a small fee and sing it to the recipient at their own dorm room! I'm sure it'll be the tits~"

To Aubrey's right stood an exuberant Chloe, her blue eyes shining with giddy excitement. Clasping and unclasping her hands, the redhead bounced between the toes and balls of her feet. She was biting on her lip, which did nothing to deter her wide smile. It was obvious to everyone that she was a lover of holidays.

Despite the adorable sight before her, Beca couldn't help but deflate a little. Great. More public singing.

"Whyyyyyy?" she complained, sounding whiny to even her own ears. Beca hated performing a cappella in front of other people. Like seriously, she would rather sit through a Twilight movie marathon.

Yeah. It was that bad.

The whole singing "just with our mouths" thing did nothing to promote her sarcastic, badass DJ character. In the auditorium, at least she was hidden away behind walls.

Aubrey looked at Beca as if she asked why pitch pipes were necessary. "Well, obviously we need a way to raise money for competitions. Unless you're willing to use your generous paycheck…?"

She scowled. Aubrey knew that her only "job" was her internship at the radio station. With the amount of time she puts into it compared to the amount she gets paid, it may or may not be an exaggeration to call it premeditated robbery.

"But why singagrams?" Stacie asked, looking up from her nails. "Couldn't we find some other way to raise money? I wouldn't mind doing some cleaning in the student dorms or something like that." The predatory smirk on her face, however, spoke of a different kind of housekeeping. "I'm fine with being a maid."

Aubrey offered a small smile, apparently not noticing (or ignoring) the rather obvious sexual suggestion. "Stacie, as much as I applaud you for your dedication, I believe that this would be a wonderful opportunity to both raise money and give us some much-needed vocal training."

Beca rolled her eyes. Stacie gets a smile for suggesting prostitution while she's over here getting hissed at for breathing wrong.

"I've never heard anything about these singing telegrams before," Cynthia Rose quipped, "Are they new this year?"

Aubrey hesitated, something that did not go unnoticed with the other Bellas. "This year, we thought that it would be best if we tried something new…"

Beca snorted, covering her mouth to stifle the unbelieving laughter.

Chloe quickly jumped in. "What Aubrey is trying to say is that this fundraiser would probably be more successful than if we did past ones."

Fat Amy crossed her arms and leaned against the back of her chair. "I'm telling ya, man," she sighs, shaking her head. "Once they see me in a bikini, those cars will come speeding! You should have seen me in the Miss Tasmania: Beach Wear Contest last year. Those pants couldn't drop fast enough." She added an extra push to her bosom, as if proving a point.

Aubrey closed her eyes. "…God help me," she whispered.

In all honesty, she really should have known that this would turn into a full-blown nerdfest.

Beca walked through the auditorium with her hands in her pockets, smirking at the ridiculous costumes around her. Wow. She's was kinda hoping at least one person would back her up by wearing normal clothes, but alas…

Aubrey was running around the room, her voice easily heard over the buzz of conversation as she made sure everything was in order. She was dressed in a strapless dress with black tights and boots, topped off with a short cape. Her large orange and black cone hat whipped back and forth, nearly smacking Ashley in the face as she handed everyone their respective grams.

Dodging from her captain's line of sight, Beca shuffled towards her friends. (…Great. She has now officially associated herself with these nerds. Ah well.)

"Where's your costume, shawty?" the Joker asked in a raspy voice. Beca smiled at the blonde Tasmanian supervillain. Amy had her hair semi-dyed green, letting the greasy, unkempt locks rest at her shoulders. Her face looked like it got attacked by a bag of flour, complimented with raccoon eyes and a rough, blood-red line of lipstick across her face. All of this was topped off with a purple coat and matching pin-stripe pants that were probably (no offense) custom tailored.

Beca showed the palms of her hands, presenting herself in all of her flannel, skinny jean-wearing glory. "Can't you tell? I'm going for the crazy alt girl look this year." She touched her ear spikes, feigning a concerned look. "…Is it too much?"

She grinned as everyone eye-rolled. Her influence was finally "poisoning" them all.

"Halloween's the one time you can wear whatever you want without worrying about judgmental idiots," Stacie explained, crossing her arms (and making Cynthia Rose space out on her chest for a bit). "Why not take advantage of it?"

Beca cocked an eyebrow. The young woman was dressed in a red devil costume that hugged the soprano impossibly tight, leaving little to imagination. (Jesus Christ, how could she even breathe in that thing?) She swayed her hips as she stood, swishing her devil tail back and forth. As Stacie twirled her mini-pitchfork, Baca couldn't help but think that she looked like someone straight from that porno she had watched back in the days of high school. Either way, she had a feeling that Stacie's horns won't be the only ones erect tonight. "So Stacie, does that mean you celebrate Halloween every day?"

The sexy soprano gave a sultry smile in return, denying nothing.

"And what about you, CR?" Beca asked, turning towards the other Bella. Finally taking the time to fully examine her friend, she couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter. "What the hell are you wearing?"

Cynthia Rose snapped back to attention and bared her fangs. "I had to go costume-shopping with Aubrey, and she forced this on me," she grumbled, gesturing towards her brown cape-coat thing. "I was gonna be Jason from Friday the 13th, but she told me the mask would 'interfere with the quality of our performances' or something."

Everyone with the exception of Beca chuckled, impressed by the surprisingly realistic Aubrey impression.

"Don't worry about it dude. I'm sure you'll be the most kickass gopher vampire in Barden." Beca finally let herself laugh as Cynthia Rose hit her arm with her jack-o-lantern candy bag.

Calming down, the brunette took the time to look around the auditorium. It looked like everyone was here…except for-

"OH MY JESUS CHRIST!"

Beca quickly jumped to the side, clutching her pounding chest. "What the f- Oh my God, Lilly…Seriously!?"

The Asian (who had been leering over Beca's shoulder) mumbled a greeting and offered a smile. While the Bellas usually counted any emotional expression from the girl as a milestone, the smile just made them collectively shiver. Lilly's face and exposed limbs were completely pale, sporting a painted look rather than Amy's powdery one. Her short white nightgown hugged her body, draped with straight hair that came to her torso. To complete the image, her eyebrows were filled in with the same coal black that was thickly applied around her eyes.

It was simple, but terrifying as fuck. Amy, being the self-proclaimed dingo-wrangler that she was, recovered first.

"Damn, girl! You work that Grudge-look!"

Lilly whispered something (a thank-you maybe?) and swayed closer to the group. Everyone instinctively took a small step back.

Ignoring the fight or flight response buzzing through her every vein, Beca returned her attention to the rest of the room. "Hey guys…do you know where Chloe is?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant. (It wasn't like she was actively seeking her out or anything…)

A prod to the spine urged her to turn. Whipping around, Beca's jaw slackened. "Looking for me?" the redhead replied, giggling at her friend's dumbstruck expression.

Chloe, seemingly taking the advice of Stacie, was dressed as a nurse. A brightly smiling, skin-showing, (frustratingly) attractive nurse. Her white and red uniform was a tight mini-dress that barely made it to her mid-thigh (eyes upward, Mitchell!), completed with a headpiece that was perched delicately on straightened(!) ginger hair. She looked unbelievably sexy; but as she twiddled with her stethoscope and gave everyone a casual smile, it was obvious that she was unaware of her ability to mentally disable people.

Beca, a victim of the tragic ailment, had no chance.

"Sooooo," Chloe continued, looking at her with expectant eyes, "What do you think?" She twirled herself, sending her hair flying in a shampoo-model-like cascade. Jesus. Chloe belongs on the cover of Maxim or something. What the hell was she doing here in reality?

Luckily, Beca was saved from making an awkward, blubbering compliment. Unluckily, the distraction came from the Witch.

"Beca!" Aubrey exclaimed, entering the circle of friends in a blur of black and orange and waving limbs, "What do you think you're doing? Did I not specifically tell you, along with everyone else, that costumes were mandatory?"

"Well, you've always said that I'm basically your personal living nightmare, so I was like: Meh, whatever works."

Beca almost felt bad when Aubrey buried her face into her papers and groaned. Keyword: almost.

"This…is a disaster!" she whispered, not far from hyperventilating.

'Ah, there she goes again,' Beca thought dryly, 'Condemning things before they even have a chance to start.'

"Oh, that's okay!"

Everyone turned towards the Chloe, who was holding up a drawstring bag with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "I had a feeling Beca would…'forget' her costume…so I brought an extra!"

Chloe opened the bag and pulled out the contents. Beca's eyes widened.

Oh, fuck no.

AN: Weeelp, there you have it. How was thy literary journey? Humorous? Hopefully well-written? Let me know~ (PLZ.)

Ps, kudos to those who can find references. ;D