A/N: Alright, this is something I started a long time ago and just picked back up again. I missed Steca and thought I'd throw more stories on my plate so EVERYONE can wait just a little longer for their favorite story (which ever one that happens to be) to be updated…oops. This starts middlish PP2 when Beca starts to examine what her response to a certain tall German means. And BTW, no disrespect to anyone is intended (if someone reads Beca's coming to terms with herself wrong). I know this one is at least two chapters, maybe more…I just know there has to be a second chapter to this because its not finished

Summary: Beca realizes that she hasn't been truthful to herself her entire life. When she finally realizes who she really is, she finds out that her one weak spot happens to be tall, leggy brunettes (or at least one in particular).

Rating: T (I'm going to try to keep this one T, really I am)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything within the Pitch Perfect franchise. I write solely for my own pleasure and receive no financial gain from doing so.

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Beca dropped her head into her hands with a loud sigh just as Chloe poked her head into the room. The brunette shook her head slightly, as if to shake the thoughts out of her head. Chloe frowned at the actions of her best friend and cleared her throat as she walked into the room. Beca startled slightly but didn't raiser her head, causing Chloe's frown to deepen.

The redhead gave an exaggerated sigh as she dropped onto the bed next to Beca's desk, "Alright Becs, what's bothering you?"

Beca mumbled a quiet, "Nothing," under her breath without even lifting her head.

Chloe gave her friend a stern look (even though she still hadn't raised her head from her hands) and then poked the brunette in the side, "Don't give me that Beca Mitchell, what's wrong."

Beca sighed again before peeking one eye out around her hand, looking at her best friend, "What if it's true?"

Chloe's face screwed up in a very confused look, "What if what's true Becs?"

Beca lifted her head from her hands with an overly dramatic sigh before looking around the room to make sure they were alone. She leaned forward and whispered to Chloe, "What if I really do like girls?"

Chloe couldn't help it. The statement took her by such surprise that the laugh slipped out before she could think about it. Beca's face dropped at the sound and she suddenly spun around in her chair, facing away from the redhead, "Sure, make fun of the sexually confused girl."

Chloe grabbed the chair and spun Beca back around, taking her hands, "Beca, sweetie, look at me." Chloe waited until Beca lifted her head just enough to look at her, "Sweetie, I wasn't laughing at you. I promise. I laughed because the statement took me by surprise." Chloe slid one of her hands off of Beca's and moved it up to lift her chin, making full eye contact with the brunette, "Now, what's wrong with liking girls?"

Beca stood up and started pacing the room, "Well, there really isn't anything wrong with liking girls, but I always assumed I was normal. I mean, I thought I liked guys. I mean, I'm dating Jesse, which means that I can't like girls, right?"

Chloe walked over to the pacing girl, taking her hands again and stopping her, "What do you mean 'normal'? Is Cynthia Rose not normal because she's a lesbian? Am I not normal because I like girls? And as for…"

Beca cut her off mid-sentence, "Wait, you like girls? I thought you were into guys? I mean there was that whole Tom thing in the shower."

Chloe smiled at her friend, "Beca, sweetie, I'm bisexual. I like guys and girls."

Beca smirked and pushed her friend's shoulder, "I know what a bisexual is dork, I just didn't know that you were one, I mean, you never gave any indication that you liked girls too."

Chloe shrugged, "It never really came up. But let's get back to you and your 'normal' statement. What did you mean by normal?"

Beca moved back to the bed and plopped down, resting her back against the wall. She waited until Chloe followed before speaking again, "I mean I always just assumed that I was heterosexual because I really never stopped to think about what I was feeling. Everyone just assumes that you like guys and I guess it's what everyone expects."

Chloe smirked and flicked Beca's earrings, "And when have you ever done what everyone expects?"

Beca laughed, "Touché, Red."

Beca dropped her hands back into her lap, fiddling with the ring on her finger as she looked down at it. Chloe sighed and nudged it with her shoulder, "Ok, what else is wrong?"

Beca shrugged. Chloe just sat there, waiting for her best friend to work through what she wanted to say. Finally Beca continued, "I kinda can't stop thinking about them now."

Chloe was confused now, "Thinking about who sweetie?"

Beca sighed, "Girls. What have we been talking about this whole time?"

Chloe pushed Beca's shoulder playfully, "Well, I thought you meant someone specific."

Beca smiled at that, "No, just girls in general. I even think about some of the Bella's sometimes and it's getting distracting at practices."

Chloe smiled, "Don't worry Becs, this is all kinda new to you right now and it jumped up and took you by surprise. Things will settle down soon and everything will go back to normal. Well as 'normal' as it can be with you liking girls and all." Chloe finished with a laugh.

Beca leaned against her friend, laying her head on the redhead's shoulder, "Thanks Chlo."

Chloe leaned her head against the brunette's, "Anytime Becs." Chloe suddenly sat up, almost dropping the relaxed brunette onto the bed, "So, the Bellas huh? Anyone in particular?"

Beca sighed and buried her face in her hands, "Really? Do you really want to go there Beale?"

Chloe laughed, "Of course I want to go there. Oh my God, you've thought about me, haven't you?"

Beca turned red and just nodded, "But in my defense, you look really good in that pair of black yoga pants."

Chloe laughed and grabbed her friend's hand, "You're too cute Becs."

Beca looked down again and shyly asked, "So have you ever thought of me like that?"

Chloe turned to look at her friend, waiting until Beca looked back up at her, "Becs, trust me when I say this, after what I saw in the shower our first year, if you were my type I would be all over that." She motioned up and down Beca's body as she finished.

A small smile played over Beca's lips, "Your type? What exactly is your type Beale?"

Chloe turned away with a small blush covering her cheeks, "Ummm, I prefer tall blondes."

Beca's small smile turned into a full smirk, "Oh really. Any tall blondes that I know?"

Chloe turned back and grabbed Beca's hands, trying to change the subject quickly, "This isn't about me, we're here to work through your stuff. So back to you and the Bellas."

Beca chuckled, "Fine, but we are coming back to this later Beale."

Chloe smiled, "Fine. So, anybody in particular?"

Beca shook her head, "No, it's kind of like with you, I just notice them more. But I think you're right, it's just all new to me and things will settle down soon." She finished the thought in her head, "I hope."

Chloe nodded as she responded, "Alright then, but just remember you can always talk to me about anything."

Beca cleared her throat, "Ummm, I may be taking you up on that sooner than you thought." Chloe gave her a confused look. Beca continued, "Well, in light of recent developments, what should I do about Jesse?"

Chloe shrugged, "Why do you have to do anything about Jesse? You can like guys and girls you know."

Beca shrugged back, "I know, but it's never really felt right with Jesse you know. It was more like it was something I was supposed to do rather than something I really wanted to do." Beca smirked at the redhead, "It was the 'normal' thing to do."

Chloe smirked back, "And we all know how you feel about being normal."

Beca gave another exaggerated sigh, "This is going to suck. I really don't want to hurt him, but it's not fair to either of us to keep going."

Chloe wrapped her arm around the smaller girl's shoulder and pulled her into a side hug, "Well, if it's any consolation, I always thought he was a little stalkerish. I mean, the way he went after you your freshman year was a little creepy."

Beca playfully glared at her friend, "Be nice, he's still my boyfriend."

Chloe shrugged innocently, "Not for long."

Beca laughed as she fell against Chloe's side, "You're terrible, Beale."

Chloe laughed with her, "But you love me anyway."

The next two weeks went by quickly and as the two girls had predicted, Beca's life settled back into its normal routine, somewhat. Beca was happy that she stopped noticing girls all of the time. Either the novelty had worn off or talking things out with Chloe had allowed her to become more comfortable with her discovery, but whatever it was Beca found herself less distracted than she had been. However, things weren't exactly back to normal. After things settled down, Beca found that she really couldn't be mad (or disappointed) that Chloe didn't think about her in 'that way' because she discovered that she had her own type. Her downfall happened to be tall, leggy brunettes and the Bellas had not one, but two of them.

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Beca paced her room muttering to herself. It had been two weeks since she had talked to Chloe about everything and she still hadn't talked to Jesse about it. She kept making excuses to herself why it wasn't the right time to tell him and yet here she was, on a Saturday morning with no excuse not to go tell him. So she paced, trying to gather the courage to go break up with her boyfriend of over two and a half years.

Stacie heard Beca talking to herself as she walked past the stairway up to the smaller brunette's room. Her head poked up the stairs right as Beca stopped pacing and muttered to herself, "Sack up dude and just do it."

Stacie cleared her throat, "Ummm, is everything alright Beca?"

Beca jumped at the sound of the voice, turning to face the owner, "Oh Stacie, you scared the shit out of me. Yup, everything's fine. Just working myself up to do something I should have done a while ago."

Stacie gave her captain a concerned look, "Are you sure? You don't look alright to me."

Beca smiled at the concern she heard in her friend's voice, "Positive Stace."

Stacie smiled back, "Alright then, I let you get back to your muttering, pep talk, or whatever that was." She started back down the stairs before turning back suddenly, "Beca?"

Beca looked back to the stairs, "What Stace?"

Stacie gave a tentative smile, "If you ever need to talk, or whatever, I'm here for you."

Beca smiled back, "Thanks Stacie, I may just take you up on that."

Stacie smiled brightened, "Ok, good. And good luck with whatever has you…" she motioned up and down with her hand.

Beca smirked, "Thanks."

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Stacie walked back into the Bellas' house after spending a few hours studying in the library, stopping in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. As she passed Chloe in the living room she asked, "Is Beca back home yet?"

Chloe didn't even look up from the book she was reading, "I think I saw her walk by about an hour ago."

Stacie just shook her head at the redhead, "Thanks."

Chloe absently responded, "Mmmhmmm."

Stacie decided to head upstairs instead of going straight to her room. She poked her head up the stairwell to find Beca lying in her bed, just staring at the ceiling. She quietly moved to the bed, sitting down next to the quiet brunette. Beca didn't acknowledge her, her eyes staring blankly at something miles past her ceiling. Stacie quietly asked, "Did your thing go ok?"

Beca shrugged without looking away from whatever had her attention. Stacie took her hand, squeezing it softly, "Beca."

Beca finally looked at her, "I knew it was going to be hard, but I wasn't expecting him to be that angry."

Stacie frowned, "Who was angry Beca?"

Beca's body shuddered with the sob that erupted from her, "Jesse. I broke up with him this morning and he was just so mad. I know I suck for breaking up with him, but I didn't think he'd be that upset."

Stacie pulled the smaller girl into a tight hug, slowly stroking her hair as she whispered soothingly to her. When Beca had finally calmed down, Stacie pushed her back to arm's length, "Alright, so what I'm taking from this is that you broke up with Jesse and he didn't take it well." Beca nodded. Stacie suddenly stood up from the bed, practically pulling Beca up with her. When Beca didn't follow, Stacie glared at her, "Beca Mitchell, get your butt up off of that bed right now."

Beca pouted, "Don't wanna."

Stacie pulled on her hands, "Do you trust me?" Beca nodded. Stacie pulled on her hands again, "Then get up off of that bed and come with me. I know the perfect thing to take your mind off of all of this."

Thirty minutes later the two girls were pulling into a parking lot with Beca shaking her head furiously, "No, no, no. I do not want to roller skate and you can't make me."

Stacie just laughed at her friend, "What's the matter Beca, can't roller skate or won't roller skate."

Beca looked at Stacie sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders, "Yes?"

Stacie continued laughing, "Come on scaredy cat, I'll teach you how."

Beca didn't look convinced, "Promise you won't let me fall."

Stacie nodded, "I'll do my best."

Beca sighed, defeated, "Fine."

Beca sat on one of the benches as Stacie went and got their skates. Beca watched the tall brunette gracefully maneuver through the people in the rink and thought to herself that this might not be so bad at all. At least she would get to spend some time alone with Stacie.

Beca quickly revised those thoughts as soon as she got on her feet with the skates on, thinking that this was the worst idea ever and that she was going to die a horrible death with any number of broken bones involved. She was just about to sit back down to start unlacing her skates when Stacie rolled up and took her hands. Even with the threat of impending death looming over her, Beca noticed how soft Stacie's hands were and how well their hands fit together. Stacie smiled at her, "Ready?"

Beca grimaced, "As ready as I'll ever be."

Stacie rolled slowly backwards as she guided Beca towards the actual rink. They almost didn't make it onto the rink without incident. Beca's skate caught on the transition between the carpeted lobby and the rink and it was Stacie's quick reflexes that had her skating back to Beca and wrapping the smaller girl in her arms to keep her from falling. When Beca had her balance back, Stacie rolled backwards again, holding Beca's hands as they moved slowly around the rink, leaving Beca missing the feel of Stacie's body against hers.

Beca was pleasantly surprised when she took to skating fairly easily. Okay, so she wasn't going to go professional, or anything, but she was able to make it around the ring without falling. As her skating improved, Stacie moved from skating backwards and holding Beca up to skating beside her and holding her hand, giving her something solid to hold onto in case she started to lose her balance. The two girls had been skating for a while, hand in hand, laughing and joking, when the rink DJ called for a couple's skate.

Beca took a quick glance at their linked hands before sighing, "Perfect timing, I'm ready for a break." Not that she really was. She had forgotten all about the break-up and she wondered why Stacie's hand seemed to fit so well in hers. But this was Stacie, she was so out of her league and she probably didn't even like girls anyway. Then why did it look like she was disappointed when Beca led her off of the rink?

The two girls walked up the sidewalk to the Bellas' house after an afternoon of skating followed by eating two of the biggest, greasiest burgers that they had ever seen at a diner down the street from the rink. As they walked, Stacie nudged Beca with her shoulder, "Feeling better?"

Beca stopped and got a contemplative look on her face, "Surprisingly, yes. Yes, I am feeling better. Who would of thought that torture by roller skates would make me feel better." Then Beca surprised herself again by stretching up on her toes and softly kissing Stacie's cheek, "Thank you."

Stacie's startled look was quickly replaced with one of the biggest smiles Beca had ever seen, "Good, I'm glad I could help." The taller girl then linked her arm with Beca's and led them up to the door. Stacie paused at the door, a small crinkle appearing on her brow as if she were thinking. After just a moment she turned to Beca, "We'll have to do this again sometime. Well probably not roller skating, but you know, something. Something fun."

Beca smiled at the rambling brunette, "If I didn't know better, you'd think that I made you nervous. Of course we should do this again sometime, I'd love that."

The two girls looked at each other for a moment more before pushing into the house and heading to their rooms, a quick wave was their only goodbye. Beca dropped onto her bed, letting out the breath she had been holding, a huge smile erupting on her face. She ran her fingers through her hair as she thought about the afternoon and decided that even though it wasn't really a date, she was going to count it as one, at least in her mind. That way she could always tell herself that she at least had one date with Stacie Conrad. Little did she know that down one floor and two doors down on the left, one Stacie Conrad dropped down onto her bed and buried her face into her pillow, muffling the squeal she let out. A squeal caused by the fact that Stacie Conrad essentially just had a date with THE Beca Mitchell.

The next six weeks went by quickly, the two girls hanging out more frequently, especially now that Beca's social life (outside of the Bellas and her internship) was essentially non-existent. They had a standing date for Friday nights to go out and do something 'fun'. After six weeks of begging, Beca even convinced Stacie to go to a paintball range with her. It was all fun and games until Stacie actually caught Beca on the last round and covered her with pink paint splotches. Beca groaned as she looked at herself, "Pink Stacie, really? Pink?"