A/N: Greetings! I published the original piece as a one-shot. It was something I'd written a while ago and just thought I'd post. I wasn't expecting it to get any attention, but the favorites/follows/reviews were really nice and moved me to write a part 2. It takes place a few weeks after part 1. Hope you enjoy!

The pale pre-dawn light painted the world gold as Beca crept from her dorm room. She had grown to like the Bellas, but still thought they took this a cappella thing way too seriously.

"Be-caw!"

"Ah, Jesse!" Beca sputtered, shying sideways.

"Early Bellas practice?" He asked, handing her a coffee.

"Mmmhmm." The warm liquid trickled down her throat and buoyed her lagging energy. "Thanks." The heat she felt reach her stomach seemed reflected in Jesse's eyes. She was his cup of coffee.

"My pleasure," He said putting an arm casually around her shoulder. "You know, coffees, small surprises, terms of endearment, all these things come with having a boyfriend."

Suddenly, the coffee tasted bitter on her tongue. "Jesse," she warned, "it's too early for this conversation."

He kissed her temple. "Okay, babe. See you after rehearsal."

Beca immediately felt guilty, so she grabbed his hand and pulled him back to her. Gently, she put her free hand to his cheek and kissed him softly, slowly.

"Now that's a good-bye." He smiled so large it threatened to split his face. Beca always found a way to surprise him.

"Jesse," Beca laughed.

"See you later!" He waved, walking away.

Beca caught her self just watching him for a moment before she remembered something. "Much later!" She called back. "Bellas are on the road today. I won't be back until this evening."

"Shoot me a text when you're home then!"

After an early rehearsal, the Bellas loaded into their van and traveled a few hours northeast to a gathering of collegiate a cappella groups for a friendly competition. The Bellas' opener was a heartbreakingly beautiful Sam Smith medley. They followed that with an upbeat mash-up of Disclosure's "Latch" and the Chainsmoker's "Selfie" accompanied by some kickass choreography. Finally, Beca lead the conclusion of their set-list with a stripped down, raw version of "Landslide."

While there were no judges or awards, if there were, the Bellas would have swept them all. They were all anyone could talk about. At the after-party the other groups surrounded them, showering them with praise and compliments, quizzing them on their inspiration, and snapping selfies.

"I wonder if this is how celebrities feel," Beca whispered to herself, overwhelmed by the positive response.

"Oh, no, in Australia you get twice this much attention just for putting on a pair of pants."

"Huh?"

"Or was it taking them off?" Amy wandered off, cup in hand.

Beca chuckled, then pulled out her phone. The truth was, there was only one person to whom she wanted to talk about this. Just as she was opening up her contacts her phone vibrated and a banner dropped down indicating she had a text message from just the boy she wanted to talk to.

That was the ultimate a cappella mic drop!

what was

Your performance! You all killed your set, but Landslide was - I don't have words, which you should appreciate.

you saw it

About 10 billion times now!

are you here

Where's here? jk jk! No, I'm not.

how did you see it then and what do you mean 10 billion times?

Punctuation. You are getting serious now lol.

JESSE

It's on YouTube, B. The video of Landslide is going viral and the other two are racking up views also.

omg

IKR? Maybe joining an a cappella group was the equivalent of paying your dues. You may have just found a shortcut to break into the music industry. :)

"Hey, Beca! Come over here, the Itzarap wants to take a picture with us and then do a little freestyle!" Amy called.

ill text you when i get home ive got to go

Have fun and be safe!

Beca rolled her eyes and clicked her phone off. She'd be having more fun if she were already home, but she'd indulge the Bellas, after all they'd given her a different kind of home. She put on a brave face and joined her sisters.

By the time the van dropped Beca off at her dorm, she was so tired it was all she could do to stumble up the stairs to her room and collapse on her bed, fully dressed. She dragged her phone from her purse and tapped out a short message.

home

Then she dropped her arm back onto the bed in utter exhaustion. She was having an intense mental debate about whether dental hygiene was worth sleep deprivation when a knock on the door forced her to get up anyway. Beca tugged the door open and Jesse burst in, gathering her in his arms.

"Welcome home," he breathed into her hair. "I missed you." Having overcome her initial shock, she relaxed into and returned his embrace, back pedaling until they collapsed tangled together on her bed. Jesse pressed a kiss to the base of her head, then pulled back. "You are amazing, Beca."

Beca smiled sleepily before reaching up and grabbing Jesse by the shirt color and pulling him back down to her. "I missed you, too."

"Oh?"

Beca captured his lips and nodded. Only when she needed to breathe did she break the kiss and rest her head back on the pillow. "I'm so tired," she apologized.

Jesse moved to her side, propping his elbow up and resting his head on his hand. "Yeah, why are you so late in getting back?"

Beca let her eyes fall shut. "The after-party took longer than expected to wind down and the Bellas wanted to stay and celebrate their success. I couldn't convince them to leave. Admittedly, I didn't try all that hard. They were having such a good time." A yawn interrupted her ability to continue for a moment.

Jesse scooted downward and removed each of Beca's boots. "B, let's get you into some pajamas."

Beca managed to mumble some sound of compliance as he scooped her up and set her down at the foot of the bed. After rummaging through a few drawers, Jesse managed to find a pair of shorts and a camisole, which he tossed onto her lap. "I got you something." Her voice had only slightly more clarity than a few seconds earlier, but Jesse could at least make out the words, even if their meaning evaded him.

"Hhhuh?"

"Here." She held out a small bag she'd retrieved from her purse. After a moment's hesitation, Jesse took it.

"Can I open it?"

"Duh," Beca sighed as she wiggled out of her jacket. From the tissue paper Jesse pulled a CD and a book. His eyes widened and he looked at Beca with wonder, causing her to squirm a little under his gaze. "It's a compilation of the so-called best movie soundtracks and the book is an album guide," she explained. Jesse just continued to stare at her.

He shook his head, finally finding himself. "I know. It not just any guide, it's the essential guide. It's perfect. They're both perfect." Still though, he hadn't looked back at them since first removing them from the bag.

Finally too uncomfortable, Beca demanded, "What?"

"You really are amazing." Beca raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"You like them, truly?"

"Of course," Jesse marched over to her, putting his hands on the bed on either side of her, effectively pushing her back. "It's not that though. It's how thoughtful this is. When did you get them?"

"I made the van stop on the way home. It's another reason I was so late in getting here." Jesse laughed throatily, the sound and the sensation spreading the joy to Beca who couldn't help but join in his laughter.

"That's aca-tastic," he joked before turning serious. "Thank you."

"Yeah, well, I heard these things come with the territory, nerd."

"What?"

"What was it you said? Drinks, dinky gifts, and stupid nicknames were all part of having a boyfriend?" She teased.

"Close enough… wait. Boyfriend?"

"Yeah," she said, kissing his forehead and then lying back down, enjoying the view of his boyish grin. "It's too late to talk any more about this."