Saturday morning at the Bellas' house was always interesting. Everyone always woke up at different times, and if you watched, you could pretty much tell what time of day it was by who was up.

First, there were Stacie and Chloe who always woke up at six o'clock sharp, rain or shine, to go on their morning run. Next were Jessica and Ashley, who were in charge of breakfast. Then CR and Flo, who usually showed up about the time the coffee started brewing. Emily usually came downstairs around the same time that Stacie and Chloe got back from their run, and Fat Amy would always slide in the door, (no doubt having been at Bumper's), right as the food was being served. No one ever really knew when Lily showed up, they would just look around and *poof* there she would be.

Beca was a different story.

It was no secret that the DJ loved her sleep, the first thing everyone learned upon moving in together was to not wake Beca up unless you needed to go to the hospital and she was the only possible ride.

Or if you were Chloe.

Chloe was the one weak spot in the DJ's sleeping pattern. If Chloe made plans for early in morning, then Beca was there; otherwise, the chances for the brunette waking up before 11AM on a Saturday were nil. This was even more true senior year when 8AM classes had restricted her ability to sleep in every other day of the week.

Usually, she would stumble into the kitchen after the dishes had already been cleared away and the other Bellas had dispersed; pouring a bowl of cereal or sweet talking Chloe into making pancakes.

It was just the way things worked, it was routine, it was expected.

Which is exactly why the sound of footsteps stomping on the stairs during breakfast came as a surprise to everyone.

Amy looked around around the table and pointed to each Bella in turn as if taking a silent roll call. When she finished, she shrugged; and they all turned towards the staircase.

Sure enough, their fearless leader rounded the corner, marching straight to front door.

They all watched through the window as she ran around the front yard, waving her arms above her head furiously. They could hear faint shouts littered with expletives as Beca finally planted herself at the foot of one the trees, shaking her fists up at the branches.

The Bellas all shared a look, as if trying to determine the status of the situation. It would have been funny, really; if it hadn't been so frightening. The DJ's hair - which had once been piled in a messy bun, was spilling in tangled spirals around her face; and last night's make up was smeared in black streaks around her eyes. Her bare feet were swallowed up in her too long pajama bottoms, and if Chloe didn't know any better, she would swear that the younger girl was waving a curling iron rather menacingly in the oak tree's direction.

When she looked back at the Bellas, they were all staring at her expectantly.

"What?"

"She's your girlfriend." CR shrugged.

Chloe sighed, but stood; leveling a glare at each of them before making her way to the door.

"Remember, she's a southpaw! Stay out of range of that left hook!" Fat Amy shouted after her.

Once the door was shut behind her, she slowly made her way towards the tree careful not to startle her apparently very angry girlfriend.

"Becs?" She called out softly, hoping to diffuse the situation. But Beca was either ignoring her or couldn't hear her over the steady stream of expletives tumbling out of her own mouth.

She placed a soft hand on the DJ's shoulder. "Becs?" She ducked out of the way as the brunette swung around.

"Motherfuckin' punk ass little bitch!" Beca screamed.

"Hey now, I thought I told you not to call me that unless we were in the bedroom?" She joked.

"Not you! That!" The DJ turned back to the tree, curling iron shaking once again.

"The . . . tree?"

"No! That! That stupid son of a bitch squirrel that won't shut the fuck up!"

"Squirrel?"

"Or chipmunk, or whatever the fuck it is! How am I supposed to know, I'm not a damn Disney princess; I don't have forrest animals that follow me around and do my hair! I'm just trying to sleep and this asshole wont shut up!"

Chloe choked back a laugh - that would definitely not help the situation - and looked up towards the branches, shielding her eyes against the glare of the sun.

Sure enough, there he was, a tiny little squirrel gnawing on an acorn; and if she listened closely, she could hear a faint chittering noise.

"Becs, just hand me the curling iron okay?" Beca extended the hand with the curling iron in it towards the redhead, keeping her eyes locked on the creature in the tree. Chloe took the iron away carefully before placing herself in between Beca and the tree. "Becs, Becs." She brought her free hand up to cup the younger girl's cheek, a smile lighting her lips as their blue eyes met. "Hey, sweetie. Why don't we leave the squirrel alone. If you come inside, I'll fix you pancakes, and we can take a shower and then we can snuggle up in bed and take a nap."

"How," the DJ growled out through gritted teeth. "Am I supposed to nap with this fucker out here singing the song of his people?!"

"We can turn on some nice, relaxing music and you won't even know he's out here, I promise. Now come on."

Beca's shoulders slumped in defeat and she watched her feet shuffle in the grass before bringing her eyes up slyly to meet Chloe's.

"Peanut butter pancakes?"

Chloe tossed an arm around the DJ's shoulders, pulling her in close to press a kiss to hair.

"Peanut butter pancakes. And bacon."

"Awes." Beca brought her hand up to tangle her fingers with Chloe's. "And on Monday we can call an exterminator about the pest problem."

"How about we just buy a wave machine? It seems a little less violent."

"See this is why I'm with you, Beale; you keep me out of trouble."

"It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta keep you out of prison."