It's Friday. Beca looks up at the clock as she finishes getting dressed. One minute until ten. She smiles as she grabs her phone and her wallet and her keys.

There's a light knock on the door. Beca immediately knows who it is. The knock is too light to be her father, who would normally just let himself in anyway. How he manages to have keys to a student dorm is beyond her.

Beca opens the door and her smile brightens as Aubrey hands her a cup of coffee. It's been their routine all week. Beca's not sure how they became so friendly so quickly, but after Aubrey had apologized profusely on Saturday, they'd been hanging out.

It's nice, Beca thinks, to be spending time with Aubrey. There's not really anyone else around, and they spend their days together talking and laughing and just enjoying each other's company. Sure they still bicker sometimes, but about stupid meaningless things that neither of them really take to heart.

They've been spending almost all of Spring Break together. Even when Beca's mixing, Aubrey has been there either studying or reading. Beca marvels at how well they've been coexisting together the last week.

"So I got a call this morning, while I was working out," Aubrey says as they're walking through the town.

"Oh?" Beca says.

"The Foot Notes were disqualified. It turns out their lead singer is still in high school."

Beca's slightly amused by this, but she still doesn't know why Aubrey is telling her this.

"I'm glad you're getting your shot at the finals," Beca says. "I'm sure you will all be amazing." Beca's trying to be supportive, and though Beca knows that they'll be at the top of their game, she also knows that unless Aubrey starts whistling a different tune, they're not going to win with the set that Aubrey's been pushing all year.

Aubrey frowns at Beca. "I was hoping you'd come back to the Bellas," she says. "I really am sorry about that night. I know you were only trying to help, and you really do belong with us. You make us better."

Beca opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. She thinks she hears Aubrey whisper "You make me better," but then she thinks better of it, writing it off as wishful thinking.

"I really don't know what to say," Beca says.

"Say you'll come back and create a whole new set list?" Aubrey says. She's looking at Beca with an expression that's caught between a lost puppy and a hopeful innocent child.

"Are you serious?" Beca asks.

"Dixie Chicks serious," Aubrey says.

Beca opens her mouth. She's at a loss for words. As much as she had pushed Aubrey to change the set list, she'd reluctantly come to terms with the fact that Aubrey wasn't going to budge. But now she is? What changed?

It took Beca several minutes to finally say something, though it wasn't actually an answer. It was something that had been plaguing her since she realized break was coming to an end soon.

"Does that mean that this –" Beca points a finger between Aubrey and herself, "Whatever this is, is going to continue, I mean, once break is over and we're back to real life?"

Beca grimaces at hurt that washes over Aubrey's face. She didn't mean to…Well she's not sure exactly, but she just needed some reassurance, that this isn't a phase or a dream or a fluke or some last resort. Because let's face it, girls like Aubrey Posen don't associate with girls like Beca Mitchell. Aubrey had made that clear from the moment they had met. And Beca already knows that everyone leaves. Beca just didn't know when they would leave. Beca had almost assumed that as soon as Aubrey's friends were back, she would just forget about Beca.

Then again, Beca thinks herself a masochist for even entertaining the thought of hanging out with Aubrey as she's been doing all week, because she knows that Aubrey isn't here to stay. She can't help herself though, without much more than an apology, Aubrey's managed to start chipping away at the walls she'd been building since the day Chloe received her acceptance letter. Walls that only managed to grow higher when she realized that Chloe wasn't going to call or write or contact her in any form. But here is Aubrey, making her feel things she never thought she would feel again.

Beca's quite certain that this won't be the same. It's mostly because Beca's pretty positive that Aubrey is straighter than an arrow, and therefore they'd never reach the same level of intimacy that she had shared with Chloe. They would only ever be friends. But Beca's certain it will end the same. With Aubrey leaving after graduation. She would leave Beca heartbroken again in her wake.

And yet Beca welcomes the inevitable heartbreak. Not because of the heartbreak. But because of Aubrey. Because she wants Aubrey. Even if she only gets her as a friend. Even if she only gets her for a few months.

"Do you not want to be friends?" Aubrey asks. She sounds vulnerable. Aubrey never sounds vulnerable. Beca kind of wants to kick herself for making Aubrey sound like that.

"No, I do!" Beca backpedals. "I just…" Beca growls in frustration. "This is going to sound really bad, God, I'm such a fuck-up."

Aubrey puts her hand on Beca's arm. Beca's surprised that her first reaction isn't to pull her arm out of the blonde's reach. She's even more surprised that the action manages to calm her.

"Sorry," Beca says. "I guess I was just scared that when everyone comes back, things would go back to the way they were."

Aubrey shakes her head. "I can't fault you for that," she says. "But I don't want things to go back to the way they were. We can be better. I want us to be better."

Beca smiles at Aubrey. "I want that, too."

A beat. "So…..?" Aubrey says.

Beca raises her brow.

"Will you come back?" Aubrey says.

"I get to create the set list?" Beca asks.

Aubrey nods.

"Then yes," Beca says.

Aubrey grins. "Fantastic."

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