AN: Sorry I'm taking for-frigging-ever to write this, and this is all I have for you lovely bbs, but I have chronic writer's block. I promise there shall be plot, but I just felt like chapter two was too soon to attack you all with plot, so this is kind of a filler chapter.

And by kind of, I mean it is. Sorry for a filler chapter, loves.

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Chapter 2

Jesse's eyes fluttered open, taking in his surroundings.

He was in his dorm. It was morning. He had no clothing on.

Feeling something move next to him in bed, he looked down to his right. Beca was on her side, facing the wall, sound asleep. Jesse smiled to himself, rubbing her bare back softly. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and began to look for familiar clothing; a shirt here, a sneaker there, etc. Once fully clothed, he quietly exited the room.

Walking down the hallway, he checked his phone for the time. It read 7:03 A.M. Jesus, He thought. I really didn't get any sleep.

Hoping to be back before Beca noticed he was gone, Jesse swiftly walked to the Starbucks kiosk in the quad. Once there, he ordered himself a large caramel macchiato and a bagel, and he got Beca a large black coffee and a bear claw (her favorites). While waiting for his order he noticed that the barista kept giving him strange looks. Wondering what was wrong, he tried to catch a glance of his reflection in the glass that divides the customers from the workers. Noticing the prominent love bite on his neck, he blushed, and rubbed his hand over it awkwardly.

Finally getting his order (with one last condescending look from the snobby barista), he grabbed the food and drinks and marched right back across campus to his dorm.

He quietly opened the door, balancing the food and drinks in one hand. Entering, he saw that Beca was still fast asleep. Smiling, he set down the food and closed the door.

"Hey, weirdo," He smirked, sitting down on the bed and nursing his coffee. He leaned over and rubbed her arm. "Time to get up,"

"Mmmmm," Beca rolled over to face him. "Why so early?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"I come bearing sustenance," Jesse smiled. "Your favorite."

"Aw, thanks." Beca gave him a tired half smile, sitting up, grasping at the sheet to try and stay at least a little dignified.

"Here, wait a sec," Jesse said, getting up to get the sweatshirt he'd lent her last night.

"Thanks," Beca said, smiling as she took it from him, and slid it over her head. She grabbed the coffee and the bag of food from the bedside table.

"What do you want to do today?" Beca asked, handing him his coffee and the bag of food.

"Well," Jesse started, pausing taking a sip. "You should go to class," He checked the time on his phone. "In about an hour." He raised an eyebrow at her, taking a bite of his bagel.

"How do you even know that?" Beca did a double take.

"Beca, finals are coming up in just a few weeks,"

"Dude, I've never even been to that class," She squinted her eyes.

"You need to take this seriously." He pushed.

"Are you a stalker?"

"You can't afford to flunk any of your classes."

"Oh my god, it's okay. I'll just never pass college and coach the Bella's forever." She rolled her eyes and took another sip of her coffee.

"Bec."

"Oh, Jesus frickin' Christ, I'll go." She huffed, tossing the empty Starbucks bag at him.

"Thank you, Beca." Jesse smiled, crumpling up the paper bag and tossing it back.

"Whatever," She threw the bag at his head.

"Hey," He tossed it back gently.

"What?" She chucked it on the ground and went back to her coffee, looking up at him.

"I like you." He smiled childishly, laughing.

"You're an idiot." She laughed.

"Hey," He pushed, leaning over to poke her side.

"What?" She laughed, shying away from him.

"You're my favorite." He grinned, and tore off a piece of his bagel to toss at her.

"Oh my god, Jesse!" She ducked from the flying bread. She looked up at him in shock, laughing. "You wanna play that game?" She threw him a devious smile and chucked a pillow at his head.

Jesse caught the pillow, grinning. "Hey, thanks! I needed that, you're so helpful." He tossed the pillow over his shoulder, and took another chunk off his bagel, throwing it at Beca. She caught it and ate it, smiling pointedly at him. "Well someone came to play," Jesse grinned.

Beca laughed, throwing a napkin from the food at him.

"What now, punk?" She laughed.

"Wow, real mature, Beca." He smirked.

"Oh, we both know how mature I am." Beca nodded seriously.

They both paused for a moment, drinking their coffees.

"So how should we occupy ourselves until you have to get to class?" Jesse gave a suggestive smile and set his coffee down on the bedside table before moving closer to Beca.

"Jesse…" She started before he pressed his lips on hers. She sunk into it for a moment before pulling back. "I really should go, if I'm going to class,"

"What's the rush?" He said, kissing her neck.

"I need to shower, and change." Beca pushed. "I can't go to class looking like this,"

"I think it's a great look," Jesse murmured into her collarbone.

"No, seriously," Beca said, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him back off her to look at him. "There's plenty of time for that later," She smiled. She scooted off the bed, pulling the oversized sweatshirt down to her thighs, and began to search for her clothing. Jesse sighed, defeated, and sat back against the wall.

"Well, good," Jesse said, nodding. "That was a test. I'm making sure you actually go to class. You passed."

"I'm sure it was," Beca said, pulling on her jeans. Jesse continued to pout as Beca pulled on her last item of clothing. "I'll see you later." Beca said, putting her phone and keys in her pocket, and grabbing her coffee to take with her.

Jesse hopped off the bed and caught the door as she closed it. Beca whirled around on her heel to face him in the doorway.

"You're actually going to go to class, right? You're not just trying to get out while you can?"

"I promise I'll go, dad." Beca rolled her eyes.

Jesse leaned in and gave her a quick kiss before she had the chance to stop him. Beca was about to say something but Jesse winked at her and closed the door before she could.

Flustered, but more focused than anything else, Beca just accepted it and walked down the hallway.

"I just don't see the problem," Aubrey said through a tight smile. "I mean, how hard is it to plan a simple celebration party for the Bella's?"

"Well it's not like anyone has a lot of practice doing that for the Bella's," Fat Amy remarked from the back of the room.

"Listen, it shouldn't be a big deal if the party isn't incredible, right? I mean, the fact that we won should be enough, Aubrey." Beca tried to reason with her. If one more condescending word comes out of her perky little face I swear, I'll cut her. Beca thought.

It had been an hour, and there was no sign of stopping. This had been an assignment passed off to Beca (who then shared the responsibility with Fat Amy, Stacey, and Lily) but alas, when Aubrey had come to check on them, things were nowhere near her standards. Therefore, the past hour had been bickering, thrown invitations, and a few tears on Lily's part. Beca was ready to just leave.

"Well, it might not be a big deal for you, Beca, but some of us have been working for four years for this." Aubrey closed her hands in front of her like a Kindergarten teacher, and Beca almost lost it.

"I thought you were working for a trophy, not for a party, Aubrey." Beca crossed her arms in front of her chest. "If you care so much, just do it yourself. I don't give a shit one way or another what happens with some ridiculous party, I care about the fact that we actually won." Beca threw her hands up in the air, and marched across the room, grabbing her messenger bag. "Since this is obviously your number one priority, let it be your last big shebang as captain or coach or whatever."

Aubrey stared at her.

"Sound good?"

"Um, yeah…" Aubrey gaped.

"Okay, I'm out." Beca stalked out of the gym, relieved to be finally out of there. She immediately checked her phone which she'd been forbade from doing before now.

Three texts from Jesse, and one missed call from her dad.

She ignored the missed call and responded to Jesse's texts, saying it probably wasn't best if they hung out tonight, but that tomorrow they could have a study date or something.

Beca was still a little uneasy about the whole dating thing. This was kind of amazing, and she still couldn't believe that everything had happened so quickly, but it still triggered some old trust issues. What happens when they break up? What happens if they don't? What happens if he gets sick of her? Beca's mind was rushing with all of these questions she hadn't had the time to think about yet. And the last person she felt like she could talk to about it was probably the only person she should. But Jesse would take all of it too personally, he wouldn't understand that it's not about him, it's about her. She could bolt, even if he doesn't. Relationships had never worked for Beca. She was still trying to figure out what made this one different. Of course, Jesse wasn't like any guy she'd ever met, but people act differently in relationships. A heartless bitch could be the most nurturing girlfriend. Figuring out who Jesse was going to be in their relationship was going to make or break everything that had happened so far. Beca was still weighing her pros and cons, and everything was going to precarious for a little bit.

Trying to get her mind off of it, Beca rushed back to her room and worked tirelessly at avoiding her homework. Instead, she made two new mixes, which took a very long time and quite a few ignored texts from Jesse. Even though he hadn't done anything, she just wanted a little breathing room for a little, so she didn't think it would be wrong to just neglect her phone for the evening.

Unfortunately, by ignoring Jesse, she also missed two phone calls from her dad.

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