A/N: Things are going to get a bit rough kiddos

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

Beca waited apprehensively for the head social worker to arrive. She had scrubbed every inch of the apartment clean, stocked up her fridge and made sure Sam had cleaned up after playing outside.

She picked up her phone and re-read the text Chloe had sent her an hour before.

Chloe: Everything will be fine. You got this :) xxx

She smiled as she read it over again.

The knock at the door pulled her away from her phone. She quickly smoothed out the creases in her shirt and hurried to answer the door.

She stepped aside to let two men in. Both were wearing crumpled brown suits with sweat stains. Who are these men to judge how I raise my kid? Beca thought as she showed them in.

"I thought Gail was going to be here," Beca said, realising that the two men were without her.

"She was called away to another job, so I have my colleague Mr Bell with me to translate," he said. "I'm Mr Bentley, but please call me Brian." He held out his hand and she shook it. She wanted to ask why he had been watching her so closely, and what he had against her, but she bit back the response.

Gail had told her to be polite, and not talk back.

She felt something gripping her leg and looked down to see Sam was clutching her tightly.

It's okay buddy, she signed to him.

"Hello Sam," Brian said, his voice raised. "Nice. To. Meet. You." He spoke as if each word was its own sentence.

Sam pulled a face before signing, I'm deaf, not stupid.

Beca almost choked on the laugh she tried to hold in. She managed to turn it into an unconvincing cough.

"Okay, I'm going to ask you some questions while Mr Bell looks around, then we will be talking to Sam in private," Brian said, sitting on one of the chairs in the living room.

"Why in private?" Beca asked, looking nervously at the smaller of the two men who was looking at the pictures and books on one of the bookcases in the room.

"Because we don't want him to feel like he's being influenced by you when he answers," Brian said.

Brian then began asking her questions. He asked her about her work life, home life, how Sam was at school. Then he asked about her relationships with Luke and Chloe, getting a lot more personal that she'd anticipated.

She could feel her temper rising as he asked again if she thought a lesbian relationship was appropriate to display in front of her young son.

"What is inappropriate about two people being in love?!" She snapped.

Brian gave her a stern look. "I think it's time to do the interview with your son now. Would you rather we went into his room, or would you like to step out?"

"I'll step out," she said. "One second, he doesn't like strangers, I'll have to talk to him first."

She stood and placed a hand on his arm before crouching in front of him.

These men want to ask you some questions, okay Sammy? I'll just be in my room so if you need me, just come and get me.

Why do they want to ask me questions? Am I in trouble?

Of course not, sweetie. They're just making sure I'm looking after you properly.

His brow furrowed and he frowned. I don't like them.

It'll all be over soon buddy, okay?

He nodded and she kissed his forehead before reluctantly leaving him alone.

Sam looked up at the two imposing figures who were sitting on one of the sofas.

Hello Sam, the shorter one signed. My name is Mr Bell, I'm here to ask you some questions.

Okay.

He looked at the larger of the two and guessed that he didn't know how to sign.

Can you tell us who Chloe is?

She's my mama's girlfriend.

Do you like it when she comes to stay here?

Sam nodded. She's really nice and my mama smiles a lot more when she's here.

Does your mom have any other girlfriends?

Sam shook his head.

The bigger man was starting to look cross. He brought a piece of paper to cover his mouth, hiding it from Sam. The other man nodded as if he was being told something.

No one else comes to stay here?

Only aunt Stacie.

Who is she?

My mommy's friend who looks after me when she has to work.

And where does she sleep?

Sometimes in mommy's room. Sometimes in here.

The bigger man smiled now, and wrote something down on his paper before showing it to the smaller man.

Thank you Sam, you've been very helpful.

Sam was confused. They didn't ask him any questions about how well he was being looked after. Why did they care so much about Chloe and aunt Stacie?

"Hey," he said, trying to get their attention. They looked at him in surprise.

My mommy looks after me really well. She's never cross. She never shouts. She always gives me plenty of food.

Okay. Thank you.

Sam noticed neither of them wrote anything down. He was beginning to get upset and frustrated.

"You're not listening," he said, tears in his eyes. He never liked speaking out loud, because he couldn't judge the volume or how it sounded.

"We are listening, Sam," the first man said, speaking slowly, and opening his mouth wider than he needed to. "You've been a very good boy."

Sam shook his head.

I have a good mommy. Write it down that I have a good mommy.

The smaller man rolled his eyes slightly before writing something in his book.

There, he signed.

Sam stood up and went into Beca's room, closing the door behind him.

Beca had heard his raised voice and saw when he came in that he was upset.

What happened?

They're stupid, he signed. But don't worry. I told them what a good mommy you are and I made him write it down.

Thanks buddy, Beca replied, lifting him onto her lap and squeezing him into a hug. After a minute or so they went back into the living room.

Mama can I go play in my room? he asked, not wanting to be around the two men any longer. Beca nodded and he ran off, closing the bedroom door behind him.

"Sam told us some interesting things," Brian said. "You talked earlier about being in love with this girl Chloe, but we both know that's not the case, don't we Beca?"

"What are you talking about?"

"We know you've had multiple sexual partners here, and we know that Sam is aware of it."

"What?! You actually asked my son about that?!" Beca said, outraged.

"We didn't need to ask, he just told us. Mr Bell, could you read that statement there," Brian said, pointing to a spot on his page.

"Certainly," Mr Bell said. "It says "mommy has a new girlfriend now called Chloe. I like her, but not as much as her other girlfriend who sleeps in her room sometimes called aunt Stacie."

Beca's jaw dropped in shock.

"There's no way he said that," Beca said. "Stacie is like my sister, there has never been anything sexual between us ever."

"Yet she still sleeps in your bed?" Brian asked, pleased that Beca was beginning to show some of her notorious temper. When she was younger she was known for her anger getting the better of her when she talked to social workers.

"She... She's done it a handful of times if it's been too late for her to go home," Beca said.

"Doesn't she live across the hall, Beca?" He asked.

"That's...Yes... But nothing ever happened between us. So we shared a bed, big deal," Beca said, her confidence starting to falter. Of course, in Sam's head, there would be no difference to her sharing her bed with Chloe or Stacie.

"Add this on top of your sexual relationship with Luke Banks, well, things don't look good, do they Beca?" He said. "It is not ideal, is it, for a disabled child to be raised in a household with this kind of sexual promiscuity?"

"But there isn't anything like that," Beca said, feeling sick to her stomach. "I have a steady girlfriend and a best friend who helps me when I need it. I'm a good mother, and Sam is a happy and healthy kid."

"I'm sorry Beca, but we can't allow him to stay in an environment like this," he said.

"You've got to be kidding me," Beca said. Her heart was pounding like crazy.

"We need to start making decisions about where Sam can stay while we figure out what happens next," he said.

"No," Beca said, tears running quickly down her face as she felt her world begin to crumble around her. "No, please, you're not taking my son away because I have a girlfriend. You can't do that. You can't look down on me for being a single mother and then judge me further when I find someone to be with just because they're the same gender as me!"

The two men glanced at each other, looking slightly nervous.

"Actually, we can," Brian said, his voice less than convincing. "You could fight us on this Beca, but we would still need to place Sam with a foster family while the "fight" took place."

She looked between the two men, desperation in her eyes.

This couldn't be happening.

"What... What if I broke up with her?" Beca asked, her voice quiet and broken.

"Which one?"

Beca glared at him. "Chloe. The only one. If... If I break up with Chloe... If I stop seeing her, will you just let us be?"

"That would certainly be a step in the right direction," he said. "And we could table any thoughts about Sam being placed into care, at least for a while."

"Okay," she said, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Then... Then that's what I'll do. Can you both please go away now?"

Mr Bell was looking guilty for the first time as he stood and left. Brian's face was still as stern as it had been.

"We'll speak to you soon, Beca," he said.

They closed the door behind them, and Brian pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

After a few seconds, it was answered.

"Mr Mitchell," Brian said into the phone. "The first part is done. She's going to break up with the girl."

As soon as the door closed, Beca started crying properly.

Sam came out after a few minutes, hesitating at his door, checking both men were gone. He saw Beca crying and he rushed over to her.

What did they do? He asked.

Nothing, she replied, trying to control her sobs. Mommy just has to do something she doesn't want to.

What?

Chloe won't be coming around anymore after today, okay? Mommy isn't allowed to see her.

Why?

It's complicated. I'll explain when you're older.

Sam was confused and upset. He hated those two men more than anything now. He watched his mom pick up her phone and send a text.

Beca's thumb hovered over the send button before she tapped it.

Beca: Can you come over? We need to talk.

A/N: Stick with me folks. I know this is unrealistic, but please trust I know where I'm going with this