This is my first fanfic. Did this because I couldn't find any Stacie and Donald pairing and I am going down with this ship so bad I had to write this. Sorry if there's any grammatical errors, English is not my mother tongue. This is for fun! Enjoy :)

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Donald opens the door on the third knock. Stacie is there, standing with her hands in her pocket.

"You know Trebles lost last night."

"Well, technically, we do. But fact is, we won."

"Cheating, I call them."

"Its not cheating. Its called misheard lyrics."

"You guys are hunters, but cheaters too. Pathetic."

"Hunters? Lovely compliment from a lady. There is nothing you can do now. And for the record, we are not cheaters, its just, they don't listen to the lyrics correctly."

"Well I did!"

"But you didn't point it out, do you? And I wonder why is that? You were mesmerised with my gaze?"

"I am about to, until Aubrey pulled my hand."

"C'mon, Stacie. You were just standing with your hands crossed your chest when we sang the song. And I am not blind yet, I see your eyes looking at me like they are about to burn me."

"Your earrings hurts my eyes. Even though you are attractive, I am not gonna lie, that doesn't mean I was looking at you during the riff-off because I am attracted to you. And you still a total failure in matchmaking the song."

"My choice of song are perfect, especially for you."

"Donald, the last word I sang was 'on', not 'sex'. You are obviously wrong."

"Well I was continuing what Cynthia was singing. She did sang the word 'sex' and then you sang 'come on' and I just happen to sing 'sex baby' after you sing 'come on'. But no one heard you sing that."

"Hello, they did."

"Fine, I failed during the riff-off, but Trebles still won it. You just want to win this verbal fight, don't you?"

"Ahhh finally you admit that you are indeed wrong. You are, cut-off!"

"You can cut me, but face the fact that Trebles still win this. You can't do anything."

Donald smirks and turned away. Just when he is about to close the door, Stacie yelled,

"I recorded this Donald. And I am going to let others hear this. Treble Makers just lost to Barden Bellas for the very first time. Thanks to you." She smiled.

"I didn't know you have brains."

"I didn't know you thought I don't have one."

"Well, since you have one, why don't you use them, and think why I decided to sing that song last night. And one more thing, the verse you are singing is just a background, no one really cares."

"Because that song relates to the theme, obviously. 'Songs About Sex' and that song says 'Lets Talk About Sex'. Thats a pretty simple question. Its still the lyrics, Donald. No matter if its background or not."

"You're insisting on your opinion. Alright, you are right on this one. But your answer to my question is wrong, Stacie. Its because I was directing the song to you."

"Hahaha. Some pretty good trick you got there, hunter. Although I can't really believe that."

"Of course. Why can't you believe me? So… I wonder if that song reply you gave me yesterday, can be a reality today?"

"You're still the opposition team. I can't really trust my enemy, can I? Oh, you mean all through the night I make love to you? Bellas don't fool around with Trebles, even if we want to. I don't want my vocal chords to be ripped out by wolves."

"You Bella women are infected with Aubrey virus. What if I say I don't want to fool around with you. I want to date you."

"Aubrey is going to kill me for this."

"If Jesse and Beca can hangout together, why can't we?"

"Because you're hot and I am hot, and together we might burn other couples because too much hotness in the air."

"Wrong use of word there, missy. It should be 'will', not 'might'."

"Gosh. I will just give you my number. But we will date when this season is over. Alright?"

"Can you even restrain yourself, Stacie?"

"I am going to try my best, Donald."

"You better be, because if I see other guys lay a finger on you…."

"What will you do?"

"I am going to punch them."

"Better keep your promise."

"In case you don't know, I am a man of my word."

"How very convincing. See you at the regionals, hunter."

"You promised me with your number."

"Its going to be hard to restrain myself when I can call you anytime. And Aubrey might kicked me out—"

"Give me your hand."

Stacie takes out her hand out of her pocket. Donald takes her hand and put a phone in it.

"Now, contact me using that phone. I will call you with my other phone after this. Now I don't need your number, because you are using my phone. This is much more simple,"

"Seriously, Donald.."

"Oh and there are tons of my self picture in there. Feel free to look at them."

"You are flirting really hard, you know."

"Can't help it."

"Well, I can help it."

With that, Stacie winks and left.