A/N: Alright, well I made Jesse a dick in this chapter, wasn't planning on it, but all of a sudden I got the visual of the chair moving across the floor (and the sound it would make) in my head and well, the rest followed. Sorry to those who like him (I almost kept a straight face there … not really sorry, but it sounded good). Hopefully updating at least one of my other fics soon! Thanks for reading everyone and special thanks to all my lovely reviewers..I love hearing what you have to say!

Disclaimer: Don't own Pitch Perfect or their characters…I'm really sad about that.

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Saturday morning, ok it was actually late morning, okay it was more like early afternoon, Beca was sitting on her bed thinking about her evening with Stacie the night before when a ball of red (attached to a body) came crashing down next to her on the bed. When Chloe had finished bouncing, Beca just glared at her, uttering, "Rude."

Chloe laughed as she flipped onto her back, mirroring Beca and staring up at the ceiling. Finally she spoke, "So….since you haven't asked me to help you pick out a dress I'm going to assume you forgot about the aca-formal on Saturday."

Beca snorted, "How could I forget about it when it's all you've been talking about for weeks. I'm just choosing to ignore it."

Chloe rolled onto her side and rested her head on her hand. She gave Beca a glare, to which Beca promptly responded by laughing, "You really need to work on that glare Beale, it's like trying to watch a cute puppy be all badass. It just doesn't work."

Chloe pushed her best friend and started laughing with her, "But seriously Beca, we need to get you a dress."

Beca frowned, "But seriously Chloe, I'm not going. I don't have a date and I've always hated them. And I'll probably see Jesse there having fun with someone that's not me and I know I broke up with him and I'm into girls, but I just don't know."

Chloe slid up and rested her head on Beca's shoulder, rubbing her forearm, "I know all of that sweetie, but you have to go."

Beca leaned her head to rest against the top of Chloe's. "Give me one good reason."

Chloe smiled, "I'll give you three. One, all members of acapella groups have to go because we are putting the formal on for campus. Two, you need to do this to prove to yourself that you can do it. That you are moving on from your past. And three, don't you want to see Stacie in a formal dress?"

Beca gave a little shrug with her shoulder, dislodging both of their heads. "But I also have to see Stacie with a date."

Chloe lauged, "See point number two."

Beca pulled her pillow out from behind her and buried her face in it, muttering something. Chloe laughed, "What was that? Did you just say ok?"

Beca pulled the pillow away before tossing it at the redhead, "No, I said I resign from being a captain."

Chloe laughed again, "Ok, but you still have to go."

Beca turned and dropped her feet over the edge of the bed, sitting up, "Fine. You suck but you win Beale. You can take me dress shopping."

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The girls spent Friday night working with the other acapella groups to decorate the ballroom where the dance was being held and things were a little tense between Beca and Jesse (to say the least). The only thing that kept it bearable for Beca was the constant presence of Stacie. It seemed like Stacie could tell every time Beca was going to lose her cool and would be there, making a joke, bumping her shoulder, well, just being Stacie.

Beca was actually one of the first ready Saturday evening. She decided to go with the philosophy that the sooner I get it out of the way, the sooner it will be over. Ashely and Jessica were the first ones out the door. Because they didn't have to wait for their dates to pick them up, they were the obvious choice to be the Bellas' representatives for door duty at the dance. Beca decided to hide in her room instead of watching the girls leave. She didn't know if she was ready to watch Stacie as she was picked up by her date. She could hear the door opening and closing as their dates picked the other Bellas up (or they went to get their dates in the case of Cynthia Rose) and she wondered to herself which one was Stacie leaving. Beca sighed, if Chloe hadn't forced her to agree to ride to the stupid dance with her and her date, Beca could have already been there by now. Wait, what? Get there sooner? Beca shook her head, what was getting into her?

Beca finally decided most of the Bellas had left so she could go downstairs. She moved to the top of the stairs to the ground floor and yelled at the redhead who was still in her room getting ready. Just as she finished yelling, Stacie walked up to the base of the stairs and looked up. When she caught sight of Beca her breath caught in her throat. The DJ gave a small self-conscious laugh at the taller girl, "I take it you like it?"

Stacie could just nod for a moment before she found her voice. Beca took in the sight that was Stacie, smiling as she complimented the brunette, "You're date is one lucky guy."

Stacie quickly swallowed, letting the girl at the top of the stairs know, "I don't have a date, I thought maybe you and I could hang out tonight. Make it one of our girls' nights?"

Beca came down the stairs slowly (she might have put a little extra sway into her hips with each step), never taking her eyes off of Stacie. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Stacie held out her arm as Beca responded, "I'd like that."

Just as Beca was linking her arm with Stacie's, the smaller girl's finger shot up in a 'wait a minute' gesture. She quickly turned to the stairs and yelled up, "Red, I'm going to head over with Stacie." She waited until she heard a muffled, "Fine, but I better see you there," before turning back and opening the door for Stacie. Once they were outside, Stacie offered Beca her arm again. Stacie offered a small smile as Beca linked her arm with hers while they walked to Stacie's car. Stacie even went so far as to open Beca's door for her, before quickly moving over to the driver's side.

The ride to the dance was a little awkward, with neither girl knowing what this really was? Was it a date? Just two girls hanging out? They both knew what they wanted it to be but neither had a clue what the other wanted although both were hopeful given what just happened at the Bella house. When they arrived at the ballroom, Stacie quickly got out of the car and opened Beca's door again, receiving another small smile from the smaller brunette. Stacie held out her arm again and smiled as Beca's slipped through it, the taller girl pressing just a little closer than she had earlier.

Once inside, they found a table along one side to put their things on and quickly found some of the other girls and joined them (and their dates) out on the dance floor. After a dancing for a few songs, Beca motioned to Stacie that she was going to get something to drink. Stacie nodded and pointed down, indicating she was going to stay and dance.

Beca sat quietly at the table, sipping her glass of punch and wishing she had snuck a flask of something in to spike her punch with. It would have made it easier to deal with the fact that someone like Stacie could never like someone like her. I mean just look at how everyone just flocks to her, even the other girls' dates. Just then Beca noticed Stacie look over at the table and smile when she caught Beca's eyes. Stacie quickly moved across the dance floor and held her hand out to Beca, "Come on, you've had enough rest. I need someone who can keep up with my moves out there."

Beca laughed as she took the taller girl's hand and moved back out onto the dance floor. The two girls slipped easily into a groove, dancing next to each other. After a few more songs, the DJ called out that he is going to slow it down for a bit. Beca moved to leave the dance floor when Stacie suddenly grabs her hand, "Dance with me?"

All Beca can do is nod. She turns to Stacie and slips her arms around the taller girl's waist, the weight of Stacie's arms resting on her shoulders somehow feeling right. Beca stepped the last half-step separating them as she pressed against the taller girl, resting her head against Stacie's shoulder. After enjoying the feel of just swaying lightly to the music, Beca pulled her head back to look up at the taller girl, "Stacie, what's going on here?"

Stacie looked panicked at the smaller girl, moving to step back as she apologized, "I'm sorry Beca, I thought you felt…I'm sorry…"

Beca wrapped her arms more firmly around the taller girl so she couldn't move away, "Shhh…Stacie, I do feel that way. I just wasn't sure if you did and I didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't."

Stacie looked a little stunned for a second before the usual Stacie Conrad confidence took over, "Here, let's see if you can figure out how I feel from this." With that, Stacie leaned down and brushed her lips lightly over Beca's before bringing them back in for a deeper kiss. As Stacie's lips first brushed across Beca's lips, Beca's lips seemed to move on their own, following Stacie's as they retreated. She didn't have to go far as Stacie brought them back, eliciting a quiet moan from the smaller girl. Stacie's arms circled Beca's waist, pulling her more firmly against her body as Beca's hands moved up around Stacie's neck.

The girls finally broke the kiss, both slightly breathless, as Cynthia Rose wolf-whistled from across the room followed by a "Get some Shawshank," from Amy. Beca lowered one hand from Stacie's neck, moving it behind her back to flip the obnoxious Aussie off, her eyes never leaving Stacie's. As soon as she heard the bark of laughter from her roommate, she brought her hand back up, caressing Stacie's cheek as she drew the taller girl in for another soft kiss.

Their kiss broke suddenly as the two girls heard the sound of a chair skidding across the floor accompanied by a clatter as it tipped over and rolled once. They looked quickly around and Stacie caught sight of Jesse pushing forcefully through the doors, the sound of his hands shoving the exit bar on the door echoing through the room. As Beca's eyes traced where Stacie's were looking, she caught the door closing. Stacie moved her hand up and cupped Beca's cheek, turning her face towards her own, "It was Jesse."

Beca started to turn towards the door, but Stacie reached out and took her hands. As Beca tried to pull away, Stacie tugged more firmly on her hands, causing the smaller girl to look at her with a frustrated look, "I have to go after him, Stace."

Stacie gave her a little frown, her forehead scrunched in irritation, "Why? Why do you have to go after him Beca?"

Beca huffed, glancing over her shoulder at the door before turning back to Stacie, "Because this is my fault." She looked down at the floor, quietly muttering, "All my fault."

Stacie let go of one hand while squeezing the other firmly. She ran her fingertips under Beca's chin, bringing her face up to look at her, "This is not your fault Beca Mitchell. Yes, you broke up with him, but people break up with each other all the time without acting like…like that."

Beca shrugged, "I know, but it still feels like it's my fault. I need to go talk to him."

Now it was Stacie's turn to huff, "Fine, but I'm coming with you."

Beca nodded at the taller girl before turning towards the door. Rather than dropping Stacie's hand, she shifted hers so that she could lace their fingers together. The two girls walked across the floor and out the same door Jesse had just left through. They found Jesse in the adjacent hallway, pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. When he saw the two girls, he stopped and gave Beca an anguished look, "Beca, how could you do this to me?"

Beca looked truly startled, "Umm, dude? Do what?"

Jesse looked at Stacie with a glare, "Kiss her in front of everyone."

Beca looked at him with astonishment, "I thought we went over this when I broke up with you…because I'm gay."

Jesse rolled his eyes, "Everyone knows that just means that you want to experiment a little before you settle down." He moved his hands up and down in a placating gesture in front of him, "Which is fine, as long as it's just girls. But we all know you are going to end up with me." Jesse looked at her with a pleading look, "Becs, we're supposed to have aca-babies together."

Beca looked at him incredulously, "Wait, what? Dude! NO! I..am..gay. I like girls and girls only. There is no us and there will never be an us."

Jesse got a little glint in his eyes as he started towards Beca. Stacie decided that enough was enough and moved in front of the smaller girl, tugging her against her back. She glared at the Treble, "Don't you dare come any closer, Jesse."

Jesse glared back at the brunette but stopped moving any closer, "She's mine Stacie."

Stacie laughed at him, "If you really think that, then you don't know Beca and she'd never stay with you. Beca isn't anyone's property to be owned. Beca is fiercely independent but she's so very loyal to those who she lets in. She has this gruff exterior but a heart of gold underneath if you just take the time to look for it. She's smart and she's talented. But the one thing I can guarantee that she isn't, she isn't yours and she isn't mine." Then Stacie squeezed the hand that she was still holding, still never taking her eyes off of Jesse, "But I'm hers, she captured my heart over the past three years. I'm hers for as long as she'll have me."

Just then, a number of Bellas came barging through the door behind the girls, a little anxious as to how long the girls had been out there. Jesse took one look at the glare on Fat Amy and Chloe's faces and threw a dismissal wave, sputtering "It's not worth it," as he turned on his heels and walked off.

When Stacie turned to Beca, she started shaking. Beca took her free hand, holding it firmly to steady it. When Stacie had calmed down a little, Beca gave her a small smile, "Nobody has ever said anything like that about me."

Stacie shrugged, "They should, it's all true."

Beca gave a disinterested shrug, "Nope, I know for a fact that at least one thing wasn't true."

Stacie scowled at the smaller girl, ready to argue every point that she said when Beca moved up onto her tiptoes and brushed a small kiss over Stacie's lips. As she pulled back she whispered, "If you are mine, then I am yours Stacie Conrad, for as look as you'll have me." Stacie smiled as she moved back in to kiss Beca again.