Hi everyone! This is a really quick update, don't get used to it being super quick like this lol. I usually suck at updating, but I have all the chapters written ahead of time now so I've been good. I'm so happy you all liked the last chapter. Hope you like this one just as much :)


Chapter Seven


"Don't leave me," Beca pleaded as she sat in Jesse's room as he packed his duffle bag, getting ready to go home for Thanksgiving weekend. "Do you know how long Thanksgiving weekend is?"

"Five days."

"Five days too long!"

She hated what he did to her, she really did. Beca always prided herself on not needing a boyfriend to make her happy. Jesse stripped her of that pride. The thought of being five days without him was painful, especially because she would be stuck with her dad and the step-monster for those five days. Alone. Without him.

"You could always come with me," he said nonchalantly as he grabbed his favorite movies off his shelf. "My parents have been saying they want to meet you."

"You're leaving tomorrow morning, Jesse," she sighed. "How am I going to get a plane ticket now to New York?"

"You mean a plane ticket like this?" he asked as he handed her one with her name on it. "My mom made me buy two."

"Seriously?" she asked in shock as she held the ticket. "You want me to spend Thanksgiving with you and your family?"

"I would love for you to come up to New York with me," he said as he kissed her forehead sweetly. "If it's alright with your dad."

"He'll just have to live without me this year," Beca said, a huge smile forming on her face. "I have to go pack!"

"I'll come with you, I'm done here," he said as he zipped up his duffle bag. "I'll stay over with you tonight so we can leave for the airport together."

"They've been asking when we were planning on putting on another show for them," she said with a smirk as they left the Trebles' house and headed for the Bellas'.

"That was bad."

"That was amazing," Beca said as she grabbed his hand and held it in hers. "Anytime you want to prove that you wear the pants in the relationship, by all means, please do."

"So I can add sex god to my list of amazing qualities?"

"Usually I would give you a sarcastic remark, but I have none," Beca said truthfully.

"Beca Mitchell has no witty comebacks?" Jesse said in shock. "This is a first."

"Shut up, nerd," she said as she shoved him gently while opening the door to the house and heading upstairs. "What should I bring?"

"That corset."

"Oh yes, definitely," she said, rolling her eyes. "I would like to make a good impression on your family. I don't think that corset is going help me do that."

"It will help me, though."

"No," she said, glaring at him as she got out her suitcase and began to open her drawers to get clothes out. She glanced over at her computer and wondered if she should bring it. Beca reasoned with herself that she'd have homework to do, but she knew that she'd spend her time creating mixes, and she gets so distracted doing that.

"Bring it," he said, sensing her internal struggle. "You'll freak out if you leave it here."

"What kind of clothes should I bring?" she sighed.

"Um, the kind you wear?" Jesse responded, earning a glare from Beca. "Just have something nice for Thanksgiving. The rest of the weekend we'll be in my house, or meeting up with some of my old friends from high school."

"You had friends?" Beca joked.

"Haha, very funny," he said sarcastically as he took his jeans off to get comfortable before lying down in her bed.

"Go right ahead, make yourself at home," she said and rolled her eyes.

"Don't mind if I do."

Beca walked in circles around her room as she gathered all the stuff she would need. She's never been so worried about what people would think of her before. They weren't just any people though; they were Jesse's parents. If they didn't like her, things could change for them. She didn't want that.

"Jesse," she said quietly as she changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed with him. "Do you think your parents will like me?"

"Of course they will," he told her as he pulled her closer.

"Not many people like me."

"They'll love you because I lo- .. you're important to me," Jesse said, almost slipping out that he loved her. He didn't want to scare her off, especially since tomorrow they were leaving for New York.

He's known he's loved her since the beginning of the summer, when they were apart. He realized that he wouldn't miss her as much as he did if he didn't love her. He's been holding back on telling her, though, because it was just never the right moment. If it were the right moment, he'd chicken out because he was scared of her reaction. They had a good thing going, and he didn't want to ruin it.

The next morning, Beca was up before Jesse, pacing around her room and making sure she had everything packed.

"Becs, come back," Jesse moaned as he rolled over and realized she wasn't in bed anymore.

"Just making sure I'm not forgetting anything."

"Did you call your dad?" he asked, sleep heavy in his voice as he finally sat up in bed. "You should probably do that."

"I'll call him when I get there," Beca shrugged. "That way he can't physically force me to stay here because I won't be here anymore."

"Beca," Jesse said, giving her a look.

"Fine," she huffed as she grabbed her cell phone and dialed her dad's number. "Hey Dad."

"Hi Beca, what are you doing up so early on a day off?"

"Change of plans for this weekend. I'm going to New York to spend Thanksgiving with Jesse and his family," Beca said and gritted her teeth as she waited for him to tell her how she had to stay home with him and Shelia and going to spend a weekend with Jesse was too serious for two teenagers.

"Sure, have fun. Be careful. Be polite too."

"Wait, what?" Beca asked in complete shock.

"I'll see you when you two come back to school Bye, Beca," he said before hanging up.

"Everything okay?" Jesse asked with a knowing smirk.

"You," she said, pointing at him.

"I might have asked him before I bought the ticket if it was okay," Jesse said and shrugged like it was no big deal.

"Thank you," Beca said, a huge smile gracing her face. "You're honestly the best."

"I aim to please."

"Let's get going, flight leaves in two hours," Beca said as she glanced at her ticket. "Oh, by the way, I kind of hate flying."

"What?" Jesse asked as he grabbed his bag and they began to leave.

"Yeah, I'm actually really afraid of it. Planes freak me out, I know everyone wants hovercrafts and jetpacks and shit, but I don't think anything other than birds should be flying in the air."

"You'll be fine, it's a short flight."

"We'll see."

Jesse was right; she was fine. Beca began to have a mild panic attack when they began to take off, but Jesse held her hand in his and kissed her forehead and she calmed down. He always knew the best ways to calm her down in any situation, like stress from the Bellas or her dad getting on her last nerve.

Beca was doing fine until they landed and walked out of the exit when she began to get really nervous. Obviously someone in his family would be picking them up because his car was still at Barden.

"Don't be so nervous," Jesse said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Me nervous? No," she scoffed and he just rolled his eyes at her.

"My brother's here to pick us up," Jesse said, easing her nerves a little bit.

"Which one is he?"

"The one holding a sign that says 'pick up for douchedick'," Jesse said, pointing him out. Beca busted out laughing when she saw him.

"Hey little bro, little bro's girlfriend," Jesse's brother said. "Heard so much about you."

"I'm sure you have, Jesse never stops talking."

"I like her," Shane said to Jesse.

"Thanks for your approval," Jesse rolled his eyes at his brother. "I know it's not just you. Where's Brayden and Maxie?"

"In the car, anxiously waiting to find out if Beca is real or not," Shane said with that huge smile Jesse gets when he teases her.

"I'm 100% real," Beca said with a smirk.

"Are you sure about that? Because Jesse's a huge dork and he could probably create a really good hologram, like Tupac."

"I'm positive," she said with a laugh. She pulled Jesse down to whisper in his ear as they began walking. "I don't know what I was worried about, this weekend is going to be great."

"Great for you, listening to all the embarrassing stories of my childhood," Jesse groaned as they slid into his brother's Escalade.

"Jesse, she's pretty. Good job. Hi, I'm Maxie, that's Brayden. We're twins," Maxie said and pointed to Jesse's other brother in the front seat.

"Nice to meet you," Beca said.

"This weekend is going to be so much fun now!" Maxie said excitedly, a little too excitedly for Beca.

"Maxie, Beca doesn't handle enthusiasm very well," Jesse explained.

"Then how the hell is she dating you?"

"He's very persistent, he's like an excitable puppy that you just can't get rid of," Beca said.

"My persistence finally paid off," Jesse said as he took her hand in his.

"Are you guys like super coupley? Because Beca doesn't strike me as that type of girl, especially with that ear spike. Did that hurt?" Maxie said quickly.

"No we're not, and yes it did," Beca said with a laugh.

"Girls who are masochists are the best type, good job Jesse," Shane said with a smirk. Brayden just chuckled.

"Gross, Shane," Jesse said as he blushed at what his brother was implying.

"Listen, I'm just glad I was concerned for no reason. I heard my little brother was joining an all-boy singing group and I got worried."

"Oh, that's sweet. You're brother was worried about you," Beca said with a smirk.

"I'm starting to regret bringing you this weekend. Maybe we should have gone away on our own," Jesse groaned.

"No way, this is going to be the best Thanksgiving ever."

"Yeah, Mom and Dad can't wait to meet you," Maxie said offhandedly, which brought down Beca's excitement level. "They've been curious since spring break about the girl who turned Jesse into such a mush for a week."

"Great," Beca groaned.

Shane pulled into the driveway of the house and Beca was amazed. The Swanson's lived in a huge grey, brick house that Beca was positive she could fit her mom's small house in Maine in it.

"You're house is so big," she said as she grabbed her bag from the trunk.

"Four kids, we needed space or we would have killed each other," Jesse shrugged as he shut the trunk. "Ready?"

"No."

"Better get ready, there they are," Jesse said as he gestured toward his mom, who was standing in the doorway.

"Jesse, honey!" his mom called out.

"Hi Mom," he said as he hugged her. "Mom, this is Beca."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Swanson," Beca said politely.

"Please, call me Claire. It's so good to finally meet you, Jesse talks non-stop about you when he's home."

"Mom," Jesse groaned in embarrassment. "Can we at least get settled before you start embarrassing me?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Bring both of your stuff up to your bedroom. I'll call you two down when dinner's ready."

"My bedroom?" Jesse asked.

"Yes, dear, your bedroom. You think I don't know what college kids who date and dorm do?" she said as she rolled her eyes as Jesse sputtered in shock and Beca just stared at her. "Just, if you must, at least wait until your father and I are out of the house. Or in a dead sleep that we wouldn't wake up from even if an explosion went off somewhere nearby."

"Okay!" Jesse said loudly to keep his mom from talking as he grabbed Beca's hand and practically dragged her up the stairs.

"I like your mom," Beca said with a grin as they walked into his bedroom. "Oh dear Lord, your parents are enablers."

"Enablers for what?"

"You're movie addiction," she said as she dumped her bag on the floor and stared at the huge flat screen TV he had hanging on his wall in front of his bed and the shelves that covered the walls that were filled with DVDs. Whatever wall that wasn't filled with shelves were covered with movie posters.

"I would like to see it as them as encouraging my dreams," he said as he lay down on his bed. "As much as I love our tiny twin sized beds, we'll fit much better on this full one."

"I'm surprised she's okay with me sleeping in here with you. I expected her to look at me and think I was corrupting her perfect child," Beca said as she joined him on his bed.

"My parents are pretty cool. They're extremely open, so be prepared for questions that will cause a couple spit takes."

"Too many movies," Beca shook her head.

"Speaking of movies," he said as he got up and walked over to the shelves and pulled out a DVD. "Moulin Rouge."

"Now?" she sighed.

"You said you hadn't seen the movie, and we haven't watch it yet at school because it's been here. It's good, I promise."

"It's a musical?"

"Kind of."

"Jesse," she whined.

"Not getting out of this one, Beca," he said as he put the DVD in the DVD player and jumped back onto his bed. "You'll like it."

"I better," she sighed as she cuddled into his chest and got more comfortable so when she did end up falling asleep, it wouldn't be in an awkward position.

Two hours later, Beca was still awake. That wasn't the most shocking part, though.

"Beca, are you crying?" Jesse asked as he looked down at his girlfriend, who was hastily wiping at the tears that were forming in her eyes and threatening to spill.

"Me, crying? Do you remember who I am?" she scoffed.

"You cried at the ending that you stayed up for. My movication worked, I am a god."

"Shut up, nerd," she said, smacking his arm. "It just all seemed so happy, and the drunk dwarf was hilarious, but it got so sad."

"You have a heart, Beca Mitchell. I'm very happy I was the person to discover that."

"You are so irritating," she said, going to move off the bed, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her back down.

"It's all part of my charm."

"Super irritating."

"You love it."

"Nope," she said and saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. "Jesse, what are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing," he said as he pushed her on her back and hovered over her.

"Your parents are home, no," she said, going to push him off, but to no avail.

"We're not going to do that, silly," he said as his hands brushed her waist.

"Don't even think about it," she warned, realizing he was going to tickle her. Ever since he found out she was ticklish he takes every chance to torture her.

"Gross, at least lock the door," Maxie said when she opened Jesse's bedroom door.

"What, Maxie?" Jesse asked, annoyed at his sister. Beca couldn't be happier as she moved out from under him and onto the edge of the bed away from him.

"Someone's cranky," she smirked. "Mom wanted me to get the two of you for dinner."

"Oh good, food. I'm starving," Beca said as she got off the bed and headed toward Maxie. Jesse trailed behind.

They walked into the dining room where Claire was setting the table and Shane and Brayden were already picking at the food that was out.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Beca asked.

"No, go sit. Everything's basically out," she said. "Thank you, though."

Beca took the seat next to Jesse, who was in an in-depth conversation with his brothers about some new movie that just came out.

"Are you two going out tonight?" Maxie asked as she sat down across from Beca.

"What's tonight?"

"Thanksgiving Eve," Maxie said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Biggest party night of the year."

"Really?"

"Do you live under a rock?"

"Thanksgiving Eve seems to only be big in New York," Shane said as he scooped some pasta onto his plate. "My ex-girlfriend from Montana thought I meant Christmas Eve and got really excited for presents. She wasn't too bright."

"Dylan is having a party at his house. We can go there if you want," Jesse said and Beca nodded.

"Is Bree going to be there?" Brayden asked. Beca didn't miss the eyeroll that Maxie gave at the name.

"Who's Bree?" Beca asked; super curious after seeing the look Jesse gave his brother.

"Oh, Bree is Jesse's ex-girlfriend," Claire said as she finally sat down at the table. "Where is your father?"

"I'm coming," Jesse's dad said. "Hello Beca, I'm William. Very nice to meet you. Now can I eat?"

"Very nice, Will," Claire said, rolling her eyes at her husband. "He's usually a lot more friendly when he's not hungry."

"It's nice to meet you," Beca said with a smile. "Thank you for letting me spend Thanksgiving weekend with you guys."

"We were more than happy to have when you Jesse brought it up," Claire said as she smiled at her son. "Your parents are okay that you're not spending the holiday with them?"

"I would be with my dad and his new wife, and I don't exactly see eye to eye with her. He understands, so he was okay with it."

"How did you and Jesse meet?" Maxie asked. "Jesse never tells us."

"He serenaded me from his car on move-in day."

"So you were that girl he made an ass out of himself in front of that day," William said.

"Clearly I didn't make that big of an ass of myself if she's my girlfriend," Jesse mumbled.

"Just a small ass," Beca said with a smirk. "He eventually annoyed me to the point I got used to him being around."

"Bailing you out of jail really put me in your good graces," Jesse said offhandedly as a joke, not noticing the shocked faces on his parents. Beca noticed, though.

"Did you say you bailed her out of jail?" Shane asked with a smirk.

"It was a complete misunderstanding," Beca said quickly, feeling her face heat up in embarrassment. She did not want his parents to know that, especially on the first day of meeting them. "Some old, creepy dudes from an acapella group started a fight with the Trebles."

"And one was basically telling me to sexually harass him with the trophy we won," Jesse added.

"Yeah, so I went to help. Then our friend Fat Amy got involved and the trophy flew out of our hands and went right through a window and it shattered."

"You have a friend named Fat Amy?"

"Yes, and she unleashed the kraken," Jesse said very seriously.

"So that's why he had to pick me up from jail. I wasn't put in the system or anything because it was an accident."

"She unleased the kraken?" Brayden asked, trying to contain his laughter. "That's hilarious."

"Jesse told us that you weren't a big movie watcher," William said, changing the subject because he sensed Beca's obvious discomfort. "How does that work out?"

"He forces me to watch movies. Calls it a 'movication'."

"In my defense, I finally got through to her. She just cried watching Moulin Rouge," Jesse said.

"Oh, I love that movie. The dwarf gets me every time," Maxie said, and Beca nodded in agreement.

"Jesse has always been a huge fan of movies, especially Indiana Jones when he was younger," Claire said.

"Mom, please don't," Jesse groaned.

"Oh no, please continue," Beca said as she smirked at her boyfriend.

"Jesse used to wear a little leather jacket and fedora to school everyday. That stopped though when he made a jump rope into a whip and injured a couple of his classmates."

"That's nothing compared to his Harry Potter phase when he walked around with a stick in his back pocket and drew a scar on his head," Shane said, clearly enjoying his brother's embarrassment.

"This can stop now," Jesse said, his face beat red. "She already thinks I'm a dork."

"This is fantastic," Beca said with a huge smile.


"They like you," Jesse said as he waited for Beca to get changed for the party at his friend from high school's house.

"Really?"

"Yeah, especially Maxie and Shane. You would know if they didn't."

"I can't believe you told them you picked me up from jail," she said as she pulled her shirt over her head. "You wait to tell your parents that after I've met them like twenty times."

"Well, clearly they weren't fazed by it if they divulged into my embarrassing childhood," Jesse said.

"Childhood? Shane told me you dressed like Harry Potter up until last year," Beca said with a smirk.

"Very funny. I'll have you know in high school, people loved me."

"That's great," she said as she looked in the mirror to fix her hair and makeup.

"You know, we don't have to go out," Jesse said as he put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him. "We can stay in."

"Nope, I'm interested in meeting your friends," Beca said as she moved away from him. "And your ex-girlfriend."

"She's really not that interesting," Jesse said.

"Is she like one of those tall, really pretty blonde girls who every guy wants and everyone's parents love," Beca joked until she saw Jesse's face and knew she hit the nail on the head. "Oh wow, she is?"

"She's a brunette."

"That makes it a lot better."

"We broke up before senior year was over, but we had all the prom stuff set so we had to go together. She ditched me for some other guy though once we got there."

"Sounds like every girl I hated in high school. I'm sure I'll be her best friend," Beca said.

"You'll like Dylan and Asher, they're cool."

"Define cool," Beca said with a smirk.

"They're just a little less awesome then me," he said as he stood up.

"So then they're super dorks?"

"Yes," he said and kissed her. "Ready?"

"Yup."

Jesse and Beca walked to Dylan's since he lived two blocks away and they planned on drinking. Beca could hear the music blasting from inside the house and she knew she was in for an interesting night.

"We can go somewhere else," Jesse offered before they walked in.

"Do you not want me to meet your friends?"

"No, my friends are great. Everyone else isn't."

"Come on," she said as she grabbed his hand and opened the door. "Lead the way."

They walked through the crowd of people that was packed in the living room and into the kitchen, where Jesse knew Dylan and Asher would be.

"Jesse!" a tall, curly headed kid said.

"Hey Dylan, what's up?"

"Guarding the drinks, as usual. Who's this?" he asked, gesturing to Beca.

"I'm Beca, Jesse's girlfriend," she said.

"You mean you're real?"

"Why does everyone keep asking that?" Jesse huffed.

"Dude, the way you talked about this girl, I thought she was just someone you made up," Asher said. He was a little taller than Jesse and had blonde hair.

"All good things were said, of course," Dylan said, trying to save Jesse from any further embarrassment. "However, over the summer when he said a friend from college was visiting, we were expecting a girl. Not some guy in a cape."

"Benji visited over the summer?"

"His parents were going away for their anniversary and didn't trust him home alone just incase he tried some dangerous magic trick, so they flew him in from Chicago," Jesse said. "Benji's awesome."

"He's a cool dude," Asher agreed. "You get used to him after like an hour."

"Would you like a drink?" Dylan asked,

"Please," Jesse and Beca said at the same time. Dylan reached into his fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer.

"I only gives these out to a select few, everyone else gets the keg."

"I feel special," Beca said as she gave Jesse her beer to open for her. She hated those twist off caps, they never twisted off for her.

"How was meeting the family?" Asher asked.

"Good, I got some fun stories. I'm hoping for some more," Beca said with a grin.

"How was Maxie?" he asked quietly. Dylan and Jesse were talking to some other kid, leaving Asher and Beca to talk.

"Good, she's really nice. I think she liked me," Beca asked, suddenly nervous. "Why?"

"She hated Jesse's ex. Shane and Brayden did too."

"They seemed to be okay with me," she shrugged.

"If Shane doesn't like you, you'll know it because he'll refuse to talk to you. Brayden will just talk to you because he's the most polite out of the four of them, and Maxie would be a flat out bitch."

"No, I talked to Shane after dinner when Jesse was helping his mom. Why do they hate her?"

"She's a terrible person," Asher said and shrugged. "Jesse didn't tell you?"

"Jesse didn't tell her what?" Jesse asked as he wrapped his arm around Beca's shoulders and glared at his friend.

"How awesome your friends from home are," Asher covered smoothly. "I was just filling Beca in on that time we dressed up like girls and went into the all girls school for the day."

"Oh yeah, we got into so much trouble," Jesse said, laughing at the memory.

"Great, I have a boyfriend who likes to dress up like a girl," Beca said. Her nose crinkled in disgust when someone put on some over-played pop song. "Who is in charge of the music?"

"Whoever brings something to play," Dylan said. "Why, you have a problem with Carly Rae Jepsen?"

"A little bit," she said. "I have something to play."

"Then by all means," Dylan said as he led her to the computer that was set up to his sound system. She plugged in the flashdrive that was in her pocket that was filled with her mixes. "This is awesome, where'd you get it?"

"I made it. I finished it today," she shrugged. "I want to produce music."

"I'd be the first one to buy whatever you produce," Dylan said as they walked back to the kitchen, where a tall, brunette was currently standing and talking to Jesse. "Uh-oh."

"That's Bree?" Beca asked as she looked at the girl. She was gorgeous; definitely the type of girl she figured Jesse would be attracted to.

"Don't let her long legs and overall hotness intimidate you," Dylan said, earning a dirty look from Beca. "On the inside, it's pure evil."

"Beca! There you are," Jesse said, his eyes showing he was in a slight panic. "Uh, Bree, this is Beca."

"Nice to meet you," Bree said shortly before turning back to Jesse. "Jesse, we should go to dinner Friday night, we have so much to catch up on."

"He's busy," Beca said as she stepped closer to Jesse and wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his chest.

"So then Saturday."

"He's busy then too."

"I'm sorry, are you his personal assistant or something?" Bree asked in a bitchy tone. "Who are you again?"

"I'm his girlfriend," Beca said with a smirk.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"Jesse, you're going to let your girlfriend tell you who you can and can't hang out with?" Bree asked.

"I really don't want to hang out with you though, and I really am busy this weekend. With Beca," he said as he pulled her closer.

"Some things never change I guess," Bree laughed humorlessly. "You still let people walk all over you and tell you what to do."

"Hey," Beca said, getting annoyed now. "If Jesse wanted to see you or talk to you, he would have said something. If he wants to go out to dinner with you, he can. I don't walk all over him, which I'm assuming is what you did when you two were dating."

"I did not," she tried.

"You did," Jesse said. "You even forced me to go to prom with you because the guy you wanted to go with was going with someone else and you couldn't be dateless."

"Why don't you just leave my boyfriend alone from now on?" Beca suggested. "He clearly doesn't want anything to do with you."

"You picked a real winner, Jesse," she sneered. "Did you go misfit hunting or something?"

Beca couldn't help feeling hurt by that comment. Sure, she couldn't compete with Bree in the looks department, because she was absolutely stunning, but Beca had other stuff going for her. Like being a bitch, and other stuff. Okay, maybe she didn't have the most redeeming stuff going for her either.

"Okay, that's enough," Jesse said. "Now you're just taking stabs at Beca because you know you're wrong and you're just grasping for something at this point."

"Beca's awesome anyway," Asher said.

"Yeah, way cooler than you," Dylan added. "Plus, she has awesome taste in music."

"Whatever," Bree scoffed before walking away.

"Last time I checked, we were all in college, not in middle school," Beca said as she rolled her eyes at Bree's antics. "You picked a gem in high school, Jess."

"I was saving the best for last."

"Nice," Asher laughed. "Leave it to Jesse to pull a super corny line."

"What movie you hear that one in?" Dylan teased.

"I like your friends," Beca said with a smile. She looked over at Jesse, who was on his phone and had a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Maxie got completely trashed at some club and her friend just called me to see if I could pick her up," Jesse sighed.

"Let's go," Beca said as she put her empty bottle on the counter. "We just have to stop by your house to get car keys."

"Take mine," Dylan said as he threw a set of keys at Beca. "Just drop it off when you're done or tomorrow morning."

"Thanks, dude," Jesse said as he took the keys from Beca. "I owe you."

"Just bring Beca around more often so we can tell her awesome stories."

"I'm so looking forward to those stories," Beca said excitedly.

Jesse and Beca drove to the address that Maxie's friend gave him. When they pulled up, they saw Maxie sitting on a chair talking to one of the bouncers.

"Hey, that's my brother!" she said excitedly as she got up, but wobbled and fell back into the chair. The bouncer helped her up and passed her over to Jesse.

"Thank you," Jesse said gratefully. "I hope she hasn't done anything awful."

"No problem. She's actually pretty funny," the bouncer said. "I'm almost positive her friend just didn't want to babysit her tonight."

"Sarah's a bitch," Maxie said with a pout.

"Let's get you in the car and go home," Jesse said.

Beca had gotten out to open the backseat door and help Maxie into the car. She fell over on her side and started hysterical laughing as they got back into the car and Jesse began to drive away.

"Maxie, whatever you do, do not throw up in this car. It's not mine."

"Don't worry, I'm fine," she slurred.

Jesse drove home as fast as he could because he knew his sister was not one to hold her liquor. Just as he expected, the minute he got her out of the car, she was on her knees in the middle of the street, throwing up whatever she drank.

"Jesus," Jesse groaned in annoyance. "You couldn't wait to get inside the house?"

"She would have puked all over the stairs," Beca said as she went next to Maxie to hold her hair back. "Go get her a bottle of water so she can rinse her mouth out."

"Hey, Beca," Maxie said once she stopped vomiting. "You're so much better than Bree. Bree was such a bitch. Like, I'm a bitch, but she makes me look super nice. Plus, she wouldn't be this nice to me."

"Thanks Maxie," she said as she tied the girl's hair back with an extra scrunchie she had on her wrist. "You think you can get out of the street now and make it to the bathroom in the house?"

"Yup," she said excitedly.

Beca helped Maxie walk into the house, where Jesse was waiting with a bottle of water. He helped her up the stairs and into the bathroom as Beca went into the kitchen to find some Gatorade.

"Beca?" Claire asked, scaring the crap out of Beca and making her jump. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, it's fine," she said as she awkwardly held her hand on the refrigerator door. "I was, uh, just going to get some Gatorade for Maxie."

"I was wondering which one of my son's was going to get the call to pick her up," Claire said, slightly chuckling to herself. "Thanksgiving Eve is Maxie's favorite holiday."

"I can tell; she really celebrated tonight. The evidence is in the street," Beca said as she opened the fridge and found what she was looking for.

"Thank you," Claire said genuinely. "I'm not sure if Jesse's ex-girlfriend would have been as helpful tonight as you were."

"Yeah, I don't think so either."

"You're good for my son. He's really happy when he's with you. Really unhappy when he's not, but I think that's normal."

"Thank you," Beca said quietly. "I really care about him."

"I'm glad you two found each other."

"Me too," Beca said, a small smile forming on her face. "I'm, uh, going to bring this upstairs to Maxie before she falls asleep."

Beca walked upstairs and saw Jesse standing in the bathroom doorway as he watched Maxie as she rolled around the bathroom floor.

"You're useless," Beca said to him.

"It's my entertainment every year," he shrugged. "That for her?"

"Yeah, it'll help with the hangover she's going to have tomorrow," she said as Jesse took it out of her hands and took a sip from it.

"I'm sure this isn't what you had in mind for tonight."

"Like you said, its entertainment," she said as she stepped into the bathroom and held Maxie still so she could make her drink the Gatorade.

"Thank you for helping me with her. Usually I have to call Shane out."

"Lots of practice with Fat Amy."

"Not many girls would have helped."

"Yeah, well," Beca shrugged, unsure of what to say.

"Can I go to bed now?" Maxie moaned as she leaned against the tile wall.

"Yeah," Jesse said as he helped her up.

"I'll help change her into her pajamas," Beca offered as she helped Jesse carry her into her bedroom.

"I'm going to drive Dylan's car back, I'll be back."

She quickly stripped Maxie of the uncomfortable dress she was in before slipping a giant t-shirt over her head and forcing her into bed.

"Thanks, Beca," Maxie said before she rolled over and fell asleep.

Beca stayed with Maxie for a little to make sure she didn't have to throw up again. She walked back into Jesse's room and saw him waiting for her on his bed, wearing only his boxers.

"Still happy you came here with me for the weekend after all of this happening in just one night?" he asked as he watched Beca change into her pajamas.

"Of course, I live for this," she joked as she climbed into bed next to him. "I got to meet your family and your friends and your really hot ex-girlfriend."

"She's a bitch."

"So am I."

"You never treated me like a doormat though."

"I didn't? I treated you like crap every time you tried to help me out."

"You had a reason though," Jesse said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer so her back was against his chest. "She just did it because she knew she could. Bree wouldn't have helped me with Maxie tonight, or wouldn't have made the effort to talk to Brayden, who is extremely quiet."

"So unlike the rest of his siblings," Beca mentioned.

"Bree was the only serious girlfriend I had other than you, and I was so happy when she broke up with me."

"I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel how Bree made you feel," Beca said quietly, feeling uncomfortable because this wasn't usually like her to apologize for how she is. "You're the greatest guy I know and you deserve the best."

"I know, that's why I have you," he said as he kissed her forehead gently; bringing some tears to her eyes.

In that moment, Beca knew there was no other guy she would ever love like she loved Jesse. Now that she finally admitted to herself that she was in love with him, she just had to work up the courage to say it out loud. That could take a while.


I really don't know how this chapter turned out to be super long. I usually don't write chapters this long. The next chapter isn't as long, but it's the regionals.

I'm really not sure if Thanksgiving Eve is a huge party night just in New York or everywhere else, but I know when I mentioned it some girl in my class who was from Jersey she looked at me like I was crazy. Since Skylar Astin is from New York (wooh!) I decided to have him live there. Plus, New York is just awesome. I could be biased though. :)

I hope you like this chapter, leave a review. Let me know what you thought. Thank you everyone :D