"Hey, Jess. Can we talk?" Beca asked when Jesse answered his door.

"Sure." He frowned, opening the door wider for her to get past. "What is it, babe?"

"I just realised we haven't really talked much this week." Beca shrugged.

"Well, we've been doing something much more worthwhile, as I remember." He said, stepping closer and putting his hands on her waist. She removed them gently.

"Jess, I really do want to talk." Beca insisted, thinking that coming here was a very bad idea.

"Yeah, me, too." He agreed, leaning in to kiss her. As he got closer, she felt all sorts of warnings and alarm bells go off in her head.

"Jesse, please. Can we just sit down and talk like two adults for five minutes?" Beca pleaded.

"Yeah. Sure. Come on." He sat on the bed and patted his lap. "Sit down and we'll talk."

Beca was now positive this was the last place she should be.

"For god sakes, can't you take anything seriously!?" Beca exclaimed. Jesse pouted.

"Sorry." He grumbled.

"That's okay, it's just…" She trailed off, and just stood there for a long time looking at him.

She found herself comparing him to Stacie for the umpteenth time that week. She thought of Stacie's smooth, soft curves and warm embrace. She looked at Jesse, whose form was muscular thanks to dancing with the Trebles. She thought of Stacie's long, silky hair that she loved to run her fingers through, and thought of Jesse's short hair that always had too much hair gel in it. She thought of Stacie's full lips and how they fit hers perfectly. She saw Jesse's thin lips and remembered his questionable kissing skills.

Thought after thought came unbidden to the front of her mind. Stacie's beautiful blue and green eyes and how she always knew the right thing to say and the butterflies that would flutter in Beca's stomach when she thought of her. Stacie, who was always ready and willing to listen if Beca needed to vent, and who was always there for her, and who could make Beca blush like crazy with nothing but a wink. Stacie, who was in love with her.

Then she looked at Jesse again. Really looked. There were no butterflies with him. No spark. All he thought about was sex. Or what movie he could make her watch with him next. He didn't care about her feelings. He wasn't ready to listen if she needed him to. He was never there for her unless it suited him or he thought he might get something out of it.

And she realised something. Even if Jesse did love her, she didn't care. Because she wasn't in love with him. It was never him.

"Beca? You okay?" Jesse asked.

"Fine." Beca replied. "Look, I have to go. Don't wait up." She told him, heading towards the door, through the hall, and out onto the quad.

She had to find Stacie.