Title: We're Singing the Same Song (Even If the Lyrics Aren't the Same) - Part Four
Author: slacker_d
Crossover: glee/Pitch Perfect
Pairing/Characters: eventual Rachel/Quinn, Beca/Chloe
Summary: Beca Mitchell is falling for Chloe Beale, while her roommate Quinn Fabray seems to be in love with Rachel Berry. Will they ever tell them how they feel?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~2,295
Spoilers: Pitch Perfect and general glee spoilers
Warning: use of the 'c' word

Part Four

"Can't we just say we got the time wrong?" Beca asks. She knows she's pretty close to whining, but she can't help it. She has no need to join an a capella group. The only problem is that the only choices are even less desirable.

"I don't know why you're worried," Quinn replies. "You've got a great voice."

"How do you know that?"

"Because you sometimes sing while you're mixing songs," Quinn tells her.

"I do not."

"You do," Quinn nods.

Beca groans.

…

Rachel had already planned on going to the auditions with Chloe, wanting to be supportive, especially since the Bellas seemed like a really cruel bunch. However, as she sits in the back row, trying to stay out of sight, she can admit she's more curious about whether or not Beca will show up. Though, she has a feeling that Quinn will actually physically drag Beca here if needed. Recognizing the familiar sheer tenacity in the blonde is really why Rachel agreed to Quinn's plan.

Chloe is sitting in the third row where are the hopefuls are supposed to sit. The Treble Makers are sitting in the middle, looking causal and arrogant. The Bellas are seated in the front row, house right, looking formal and intimating. The BU Harmonics are huddled between the other two groups, looking intense. The High Notes are nowhere to be seen, but somehow that doesn't really surprise Rachel. She's starting to wonder if anyone in the group can actually sing or if it's just a cover for a marijuana group.

When the clock strikes exactly four, a dark haired guy jumps onto stage.

"My name is David and I am running this audition," he announces. "For your audition, each of you will be singing sixteen bars of Kelly Clarkson's Since You've Been Gone. If a group likes you, they will contact you directly. My tone deaf side kick here, Justin will be collecting your information."

Justin walks across the stage and down the small stairs, stage right. "If I could sing a lick, in any human way possible, I would, but I can't. And I hate myself everyday for it."

"I know," David says, as Justin goes through the audience, gathering everyone's information.

Rachel doesn't really pay attention to the guys. She's only curious as to what kind of competition Chloe's going to have.

The girls are a different story. Having been told that the Bellas have a certain type, Rachel finds herself trying to decide who does and doesn't fit the type they seem to be looking for. Very few seem to. Rachel supposes that's why the group is so small; they seem to have ridiculous standards. Because most people that audition can sing well, but only a handful of the girls have "bikini read bodies".

Rachel's attention is also drawn to the girl sitting in the row ahead of her. She's blonde and apparently very snarky since she seems to have commentary on everyone on stage, but more so for the members of the a capella groups. Rachel can't help but laugh.

After one particularly hilarious comment, Rachel laughs a little too loud and finds the blonde's eyes on her. She doesn't seem upset. In fact, she seems pleased by Rachel's reaction.

"Sorry," Rachel whispers.

"It's okay. I'm glad I'm not the only one who finds this a bit amusing," she responds. "Though, why are you here?"

Now that she's speaking directly to Rachel, the girl's Australian accent is obvious.

"Support for me roommate," Rachel replies.

"Oooh, which one?" she asks. "I didn't insult her, did I?"

Rachel shakes her head. "She was the redhead."

"Oh. She was good. And probably exactly what those Bella bitches are looking for."

Rachel nods. "I know."

"You don't sound happy about that."

"Well, it's just that Chloe's so nice and they're so…not."

"Cruel cunts is what I call them."

"Accurate, yet crass," Rachel replies.

The blonde grins. "I'm Fat Amy."

"You call yourself Fat Amy?" Rachel asks.

Fat Amy nods. "Yeah, so the skinny twig bitches don't do it behind my back."

Rachel smiles. "I'm Rachel." She leans forward, so she can better hear Fat Amy. "So how come you're not auditioning?"

"Oh, well I won't get in," Fat Amy replies. "And I'm not up for the rejection this year."

"You've auditioned before?"

"My freshman and sophomore year," Fat Amy confirms. "Not only did they not let me in, but they were incredibly and unnecessarily insulting. I've never been more glad that I call myself Fat Amy before. They were brutal."

Rachel nods. "Brooke had some particularly choice words for me, too."

"You were going to audition?"

"No, but Chloe was interested."

"Ah. Yeah, Brooke is pretty bad, but Lizzie is the worse."

"Which one is she?"

"She's the leader," Fat Amy answers.

"The one with the pitch pipe?" Rachel asks.

"Yep."

"Why the hell does she have it now?" Rachel questions. "They're not going to sing too are they?"

"No, that's just their thing."

"God, I hope Chloe knows what she's getting into."

…

"Okay, so that was everyone," David says. "Not the best I've seen, but not the worst."

Self-conscious, Beca walks on stage and stands next to David. "Um… I know I'm a bit late, but…"

David looks at her with contempt, but nods.

"I didn't know we had to prepare that song," Beca continues.

Yes, well, then you can't audition," one of the Bellas huffs.

"Just let her sing whatever she wants," one of the Treble Makers calls out. "It's not like you chicks are going to win anything anyway."

"Shove it Bumper, we don't take advice from you."

"Let her sing!" someone else in the audience calls out. Others begin to join in.

"Fine," the Bella huffs. "Sing whatever the hell you want."

Beca nods and looks around the stage for a moment. Seeing a plastic cup sitting offstage, she disappears a moment to grab it. When she returns, she sits with her legs crossed near the edge of the stage. She sets the cup upside down in front of her and begins clapping.

I got my ticket for the long way 'round
Two bottle 'a whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I'm leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say?

When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

Feeling triumphant, Beca can't help but slam the cup down for the final beat. She looks up at the audience, smirking.

…

Rachel is impressed with Beca's audition. Her voice is as incredible as Chloe claimed and the rhythm she clapped out was perfect. Though, Rachel thinks her favorite part might be the arrogant smirk that Beca finished with. She appreciates that kind of confidence. She hopes Beca gets in for Chloe's sake, but more so because she has a feeling that Brooke and the others would hate it.

"Well, well," Fat Amy says as Beca stands and shuffles off stage. "That was different."

"You almost sound impressed," Rachel replies.

"I am," Fat Amy says. "Whether she meant to or not, she put those stuck up bitches in their place for a moment."

"Because…"

"Because she auditioned her own way, her voice is awesome and that whole cup thing shows she's got rhythm and could easily follow a routine. But then you add to that her style, and I'm pretty sure the Bellas won't pick her."

"That's too bad."

"So how'd I do?"

Rachel looks up to find a glowing Chloe standing next to her.

"You were aca-mazing," Fat Amy says. "You'll totally get in."

Chloe looks appreciative, but bemused. "Thanks."

"Um, this is Fat Amy," Rachel introduces.

"Fat Amy?"

Rachel nods.

"Okay then." Chloe sits next to Rachel. "Did you see? Beca showed up."

"Just barely," Rachel says.

"You know her?" Fat Amy asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I heard her sing and I told her, she should audition," Chloe explains.

"Did you?"

The tone of Fat Amy's voice, tells Rachel that Chloe's crush on Beca is obvious.

Chloe nods.

"Hmph, well then let's hope that she gets in," is all Fat Amy says.

…

"I'd thought you'd audition," Beca says to Quinn as they leave the auditorium.

"Why?"

"To try and impress Rachel."

"Who says I can sing?" Quinn asks.

"Who says you can't?" Beca counters.

Quinn shakes her head. "It doesn't matter. I've heard her sing, raw and unfiltered and it was the most astonishing thing I've ever heard."

"Holy shit, you've got it bad."

"You couldn't have figured it out from the drawings?" Quinn questions. "Besides, I'll be busy enough. Apparently being a freshman theater major means you get stuck doing a lot of extra shit that the upperclassmen don't want to do."

"Just refuse," Beca retorts. "Your professors are the only ones whose opinions matter anyway."

"Yeah and they totally support the put the newbies through the wringer," Quinn replies. "After all, it's a tradition."

"Oooh, are you going to get hazed?"

"God, I hope not."

…

When Mike asks Rachel if she wants to hang out Saturday night, she's honestly not sure if he's asking her on a date or to just hang out. She answers immediately because honestly, it doesn't matter. She likes him either way. They've hung out a couple times after Advanced Tap and she's always had fun.

Walking across campus with him, she spots Quinn. Now that Rachel knows her name and not just as the crazy blonde note taker in History of Theater class, she's been seeing her around more.

When Quinn looks up from the textbook she's reading and meets Rachel's eyes, Rachel waves. Quinn waves back, though it looks awkward. Rachel knows she just met Quinn, but the unreadable expression on her face stays with Rachel for the rest of the afternoon.

…

"So did I see you leaving the a capella auditions yesterday?"

Beca looks at Matt in surprise. "What?"

"I did, didn't I?"

"How do you know I was leaving the a cappella audition?" Beca asks.

"One of the Treble Makers tried to get me to audition," Matt replies. "Um, Donald, I think his name was. Told me the when and where."

"You didn't audition then?"

"Um, no," Matt says. "That's why you didn't see me at the audition."

"Oh, well I was late," Beca replies. "I had to work up a bit of nerve to go through with it."

"I bet," Matt chuckles. "I just can't picture you singing Since You've Been Gone."

"Well, I didn't."

"They let you sing another song?" Matt questions. "I heard the Bellas are pretty strict about that sort of thing."

Beca shrugs. "Maybe. But the Treble Makers were all about it."

"Ah, yeah, that I can see."

"What's that mean?"

"I ended up talking to them for a while," Matt explains. "I don't know why, but they wouldn't let me leave. Anyway, I heard quite the commentary on the Bellas."

"And you're not sharing?"

"Well, a lot of it isn't appropriate for mixed company," Matt mutters.

"Don't think of me as a girl you're worried about insulting," Beca tells him. "Think of me as a fellow freshman who's doomed to stacking CDs all year."

"You want to be bros?"

"Um… yeah, I guess that's one way to put it," Beca replies.

"Well, then we should hang out tonight," Matt says. "Normally I'd say we should drink and watch something, but since you hate movies, we could just talk music and drink instead."

"Now that is something I could get behind," Beca replies. "But unfortunately, I can't."

"I won't start calling you bro, if that's what you're worried about."

Beca smirks at him. "No, I apparently already have plans."

"Apparently?"

"My roommate has this crush on this girl, but she's too scared to really talk to her, so she used me as an excuse and so we're going hang out with the other girl and her roommate tonight and watch movies."

"But you hate movies," Matt points out.

"I don't hate movies," Beca replies. "I just… they're all so predictable. The guy gets the girl, the underdog wins the competition and everyone lives happily ever after."

"I'm not sure that's entirely true," Matt says. "I can think of plenty of movies where they don't live happily ever after."

"How do you know, though?" Beca asks. "I mean, after the credits start rolling, there's no way to know."

"Well, yeah, because movies are usually just about one part of the journey that is life."

Beca stops stacking CDs and turns to face Matt. "That was really deep, dude."

Matt shrugs, looking a bit embarrassed. "Sorry. Philosophy major."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"No offense, dude, but what the hell are you going to do with a philosophy degree?"

"Besides teach? Probably nothing. Which is why my parents are making me double major in business as well."

"Oh."

"Am I going to have to separate the two of you?" Luke interrupts, handing them another crate of CDs.

"Course not," Matt replies, taking the crate.

"Does that no sex on the desk apply to this whole room or just the desk?" Beca asks.

"The whole room," Luke grins. "Especially because if you knock over all these shelves, you'll be in here cleaning up until everything's back the way it was. Like, I won't even let you leave to go to class."

"That's kidnapping."

"Technically it'd be holding you hostage," Luke retorts. "But don't knock over the shelves and it won't matter."

"Right," Beca says. "No sex anywhere in the radio station."

"That includes the bathroom," Luke adds as he heads back to the booth.

"Wait a minute, we have a bathroom in here?"