Alright, so I'm gonna post this before I lose my nerve. Here goes...

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The countdown began the night of the ICCA finals for Jesse Swanson. From the moment that Beca's lips descended from his, and he knew that he wasn't dreaming, all of the resentment and unsure feelings that he had about Beca vanished, and were instantly replaced by wonder, amazement, and pure joy. Believe it or not, before Beca's tribute to him in the Bella's ICCA performance, Jesse was allowing himself to move forward. He didn't dream about her sarcastic smile, or her musical laugh, her angelic voice, and most definitely not about how it would feel to kiss her. Alright, well maybe just a little bit. But not nearly as much as before he had 'given up' on her. But now, with Beca in his arms, and blinding smiles on both of their faces, Jesse knew that he had never really given up. He was simply waiting. Waiting for the reassurance that the feelings that he felt for Beca were without a doubt, one hundred percent mutual. And now that he knew the truth, nothing could bring him down from this moment.

Only a few hours later, (while being surrounded by a group of celebratory, and totally drunk Bellas and Trebles) the fact that the year was almost over registered in Jesse's mind. Soon, he would depart from Barden University, and he wouldn't look back for, what? May fourteenth to August twenty sixth…that's about, uh…one hundred and four days. Okay. One hundred and four days without grueling Trebles practices. One hundred and four days without flying swords and crawling critters (courtesy of Benji, of course). One hundred and four days without his amazing professors decided to group up, and give him a crapload of assignments, all due at once in order to build his "character and determination". Whatever. But in all honesty, for that last one, who cares? Jesse sure didn't. One hundred and four days…without Beca. Now that could be a problem.

Jesse took a break from his calculations in order to sneak a peek at the dazed brunette smushed in between him, and the armrest of the smooth white couch in the reserved room at the Hilton, where the two a Capella groups were partying like they would be dead within the next four hours. (Which, frankly, they probably would be if they kept throwing down those shots.) Slightly tipsy, with her hair tousled, and her makeup slightly smudged, Beca couldn't look more beautiful to Jesse. Add on her electric personality, sparkling wit, and undying affection for Jesse, (okay, so maybe he's milking it a tad. But screw it. He's happy.) Jesse honestly had no clue what he was going to do with himself over the summer. But, hey. It was still April. And he still had about thirty eight days left to figure it out.

37 DAYS LATER.

Alright, so now Jesse was panicking. The last thirty seven days of his freshman year had been great. They were chock full of movie references, Beca, juice pouches, and kissing, (lots and lots of kissing, not that he was complaining.) But now that his time was almost up, Jesse found himself craving more. Although he reminded himself constantly that it was only summer vacation, and that it wasn't forever, Jesse felt like his world was crashing down. However, he cleverly hid his small mental panic attack by plastering Beca all over his schedule. From moviecations, to lunch dates, plus their job at the radio station, it was a rare moment when you would find Jesse and Beca more than ten feet away from each other. But did either one of them seem to mind very much? Nah.

When that fateful day came, Beca and Jesse hauled her luggage to the waiting taxi around the corner from Beca's dorm. Walking side by side, their fingers loosely intertwined, and their arms brushing each other ever so slightly, Jesse and Beca reveled in the silent bliss that overshadowed their anxiety from their inevitable separation. However, when they reached the taxi cab, and slipped Beca's belongings into the trunk, all of the things left unsaid gathered in their eyes. Jesse drew Beca into a tight embrace, and Beca returned it just as forcefully. When they finally pulled apart, soft smiled graced on their faces, Jesse pressed one final lingering kiss on Beca's forehead before allowing her to duck into the taxi, and close the door behind her. As the taxi drove away, and Jesse waved goodbye to the departing license plate until he couldn't see it anymore. He then slowly turned on his heel and retreated back to his dorm feeling…numb. One hundred and four days. He could handle that…right?

2 DAYS LATER.

Jesse didn't like this. Not one bit. He felt empty. Like, a big part of his life was missing. Of course he knew the cause of this feeling, and of course he knew that it was Beca, but the fact that he couldn't do anything about it was slowly eating him alive. Beca was approximately one thousand, one hundred and ninety eight point five seven miles away from each other, and Jesse couldn't stand it. Although they texted constantly, and talked on the phone, Jesse couldn't shake the feeling that he could do more to remain close to Beca. Jesse could tell that Beca missed him too, by the speed of her text replies, and the slight longing in her tone of voice when they talked on the phone late at night. But what could he do? He would Skype her, (because he was dying to see her) but Benji's farewell magic trick of freshman year left him with a charred laptop and a long bill from the Barden authorities. Jesse pondered this one day, as he swiveled in the chair of his childhood bedroom, looking around and twiddling his thumbs. Suddenly, Jesse's gaze caught on the blue swirled stationary gifted to him by his Aunt Louise at his open house. Back then, he had thought "Who writes letters anymore?" But now…

Jesse leaped out of his chair and took a few long strides across the room to reach his abandoned backpack. After violating the worn bag for the next few moments, desperately searching for a pen, he plopped back down in his swivel chair, and dragged the stationary his way. Now determined, he pressed the pen to the tinted paper, and decided to let his feelings do the talking.
My dearest weirdo…

3 DAYS LATER.

"Beca, sweetie? Mail for you." Beca's mom, Karen dropped the small envelope into Beca's hands with a small smile, and left the room. Let's just say that Beca hadn't been coping with her time apart from Jesse as well as she had hoped. Beca decided to stay holed up in her room, thinking of Jesse, making mixes of songs that reminded her of Jesse, and secretly daydreaming about how happy she was going to be when she was in Jesse's arms again. Pathetic, right? Like she cared. Her mom's entrance had brought Beca out of her bubble where she was desperately trying to mash up Carry On My Wayward Son with some techno song that she had heard on the radio that for whatever reason, had made Jesse's face pop up in her brain. Now staring at the small blue envelope in her hands, and instantly recognizing Jesse's messy scrawl, Beca felt her insides warm, and a smile spread across her face. She speedily ripped open the page, and began reading.

99 DAYS LATER.

Ninety nine days, and ninety nine letters later, Jesse found his feet carrying him far away from his neglected luggage in the Treble house, and closer to what he had been waiting for all summer long.
Beca.
Whoever came up with the phrase "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," was seriously onto something, Jesse decides. He thought of her flowing brown hair, and walked a little faster. He thought of her bright smile and moved even faster. He thought of her unfailing ability to make him smile, and broke out into a run until he reached the edge of the quad, and saw her there. Sunlight was bouncing off of her shoulders in a way that took his breath away, and the late summer breeze was pushing her hair off of her face as she desperately searched for something in the crowd. Jesse. Their eyes locked, and they moved closer simultaneously. It wasn't easy to tell who grabbed the other first, but somehow, their lips molded together like they were made for one another, and neither one of them came up for air until it was absolutely, totally necessary. When they broke apart though, they stayed close with their foreheads pressed together and their eyes locked, thanking the aca-gods that the time passed relatively quickly. One hundred and four days? No biggie.

Song References:

Sealed With A Kiss- Brian Hyland

Carry On My Wayward Son- Kansas

And there it is! My very first song-fic/any kind of fic! Gosh, I'm a newb. I do have more ideas, so be on the lookout! And I also take song suggestions and prompts! Anyways, please let me know what you thought! Thank you for reading!