Prompt: Do you think you could do one where Stacie dyes her hair an unnatural color? I would just like to see how Aubrey would react to that. (pre-established Staubrey if you can).

"Stace, are you sure about this?" Beca leaned on the doorframe with a smirk while Stacie shook the bottle with hair dye.

"It washes off in a couple of weeks, I just wanna see how it looks." She held out her hand. "Hand me the box."

Beca looked at the picture of the girl with neon pink hair on the front of the box with a raised eyebrow and handed it to her. "I just think you should talk this over with Aubrey before you decide to dye your hair pink, however not permanent it may be."

Stacie looked up from rereading the instructions on the box and glared at Beca. "She's my girlfriend, not my mom. I don't have to ask her for permission."

Beca scoffed. "Whatever man, it's your funeral."

Beca watched as Stacie started pouring the dye on herself then shook her head and walked out, closing the bathroom door and made her way downstairs. She went into the kitchen to grab something to eat when she heard hushed voices in the living room. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously and opened the door, pausing when she saw Aubrey and Chloe on the couch.

"...really nervous about it, Chlo."

"Does Stacie know?"

Beca started walking back into the kitchen, not wanting to intrude or eavesdrop.

"No, I haven't told her yet."

One of the floorboards creaked under Beca's foot and both girls turned to her. Beca smiled sheepishly and waved. "Hi, Aubrey. I didn't know you were here." Aubrey returned the wave. Beca stood on the doorway awkwardly for a few seconds. "I'll leave you guys to it then."

Beca waved again and went back into the kitchen, giving out a relieved sigh that they hadn't asked if she'd heard anything. She wondered what Aubrey could be nervous about while she made a sandwich and poured herself a glass of juice. Whatever it was, it would probably be forgotten when she saw Stacie's new pink her.

She sat down to eat her sandwich. She was almost done when Chloe came into the kitchen. Beca looked up at her and smiled. The redhead walked around to where she was sitting and gave her a one armed hug. Beca leaned into the embrace. "What was that about?"

"Aubrey's nervous because her parents just got into town and they want to meet Stacie."

Beca stopped mid-bite. "Oh shit."

She dropped what was left of her sandwich and ran out of the kitchen and up to Stacie's room. She almost knocked Aubrey over on her way up the stairs and ran to the bathroom. She pounded on the door. "Stacie, you need to stop right now!" She knocked on the door several more times. "Stacie, for fuck's sake-"

The door opened and Stacie walked out combing her wet hair. "Calm the fuck down, I already did it."

"Did what?" Aubrey walked into the room, her eyes bulging out as she noticed Stacie's hair. "Stacie, baby, why does your hair look pink?"

Stacie swallowed. Aubrey was using the tone she only used when she was trying to control herself from either puking all over the place or tearing the head off the person in front of her. Beca had heard this a bunch of times directed at her and she silently moved away from Stacie and out of the room.

When Beca closed the door behind her, Stacie smiled sweetly and walked towards Aubrey. "Do you like it? I thought I'd try something different." She pulled a strand of her hair in front of her face and looked at it. "It's gonna look better when it's dry."

Aubrey nodded. Her lips so tightly closed her cheeks started hurting, but she was afraid of what she might say if she opened her mouth. If she was being honest, she thought Stacie looked hot and, if this had happened any other time, she would have probably jumped her the second she saw her. But she'd done this now, with no warning, and they were supposed to meet her parents for dinner in less than an hour.

"Bree, please say something." Stacie bit her lip worriedly. "It washes off in a couple of weeks."

Aubrey took a deep breath. She knew this wasn't Stacie's fault, she didn't know this was happening, so she really didn't have a reason to be mad at her. She opened her mouth. "We're meeting my parents for dinner at six."

Stacie smiled and chuckled. "You're joking right? I swear it washes off, babe."

Aubrey shook her head. "My parents called me a couple of hours ago to tell me they just got into town. They want to meet you so I told them we'd have dinner with them."

Stacie's eyes widened. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Stacie ran her hands through her hair and started pacing. "Maybe if I wash it again it won't be so pink, or I can wear a hat, or I can go get brown dye right now."

She put on her shoes and walked to the door, opening it and then walking back to Aubrey. "Tell them I'm not feeling well and that I'll meet you later"

Aubrey grabbed her arms and stopped her from moving. "It's too late to fix it." She sighed and shook her head. "It's gonna be fine. We'll just tell them it's for a Bellas thing."

"I'm really sorry, Bree. I wouldn't have done it if I'd known they'd be here." Stacie bit her lip and her eyes were shiny when she looked up at Aubrey. "I really want them to like me."

Aubrey cupped her cheeks and pecked her lips. "It's going to be okay. Yes, they might think it's a little weird at first, but once they get to know you they're gonna forget about your pink hair and absolutely adore you, just like I do."

Stacie sniffled. "You think so?"

"I know so." Aubrey kissed her fully and wrapped her arms around her. "Besides, I think it looks really hot."

Stacie smiled. "You do?" Aubrey nodded and pushed Stacie back. "How much time did you say we had?"

Aubrey smirked and let Stacie pull her down with her onto her bed, their legs tangled together and their hands roaming over each other's bodies.

"She lost a bet and I made her- Holy shit, can't you people close the door if you're gonna have sex?" They looked up to find Beca blushing furiously, hiding her face behind her hands.

Aubrey laughed and Stacie smiled. "Aw, Becs, you were gonna take the fall for my pink hair? That's so sweet but we're good."

"Yeah, I noticed." She turned around and stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut.

Aubrey smiled down at Stacie. "We should go." Stacie looked worried again and Aubrey ran her thumb over her forehead soothingly. She kissed her softly. "It'll be okay, I promise."

Stacie nodded. "Okay." She looked up at Aubrey and smiled. "Let's go."