A/N: Massive Jesse-spam and I'm almost sorry (this has Chloe in it, too, though) - but I'll be back with Bechloe-cuteness shortly.

A couple of minutes later, Beca barged through the door of the station. This wasn't her brightest moment as she could have sneaked in hoping that Luke hadn't noticed her absence yet. But it didn't seem like he had because he was busy - kissing Jesse. They were leaning on the desk, their hands hidden beneath some clothes. They stared at her, she stared at them and then she turned on her heel and left the room again.

Outside she just stood and stared at nothing for a moment before she burst out laughing.

"No sex on the desk, my ass," she said to herself. "Or his ass." She couldn't help it, she couldn't contain her laughter although she was quite sure her friends could hear her. The vibration of her phone interrupted her amusement and she remembered that she never answered Chloe's text.

U so busy stacking cds that u won't answer? or have u and jesse found something better to do?

Beca grinned.

Jesse has, I haven't. But i think i'm in trouble. i'm getting back to u l8r. btw, i'm thinking about u 2 - a lot. She texted back and then turned back to the station door. She knocked.

"Come in," it was Jesse's voice and the next moment he swung the door open and stared at her.

"You about finished there?" She smirked at him.

"Very funny, you're late," he told her and went back to work. She came into the room, looking for Luke and finding him in his booth. He didn't look at her, she had the feeling he pointedly didn't look at her. Whatever. Then she would tease only Jesse.

"Sorry for being late, mate." She said to him. "Though I'd say you're not," she added with a sweet smile.

"Funny," he just answered and went back to putting some venyl on the shelves.

"So, is he the reason you were all smiles earlier? I thought you said you didn't get laid, huh? Were you lying to me?" Beca continued and started emptying her own box of cds into the shelves.

"No, I wasn't. I... when I left the party last night, I met Luke and he asked if I would like to go for a drink. So, I say yeah and the next thing I know we enter this gay bar," his eyes went round at the memory and she laughed at him. "And I mean, we're talking the whole nine yards here: drag queens, gogo dancers, it was... terrifying," he admitted.

"I bet you played it cool," she said but couldn't contain her laughter.

"Yeah, right. I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. Luke sat me down with a drink and told me that he had thought I was gay... well, I tried to deny it... I mean... I didn't really know.. or maybe I still don't..." he stammered. Beca came over to him and put a hand to his arm.

"It's okay to like chicks and dudes, Jess. Chloe does... though, if you'll ever make a pass at her... that's not okay anymore!" She told him plainly.

"I got you," he said and smiled weakly.

"So what happened then?" Beca asked and resumed her work.

"Nothing much, I mean... we talked and we drank a little... and then we danced," Jesse told Beca and his smile got a little more confident.

"You danced with Luke. Hm, I bet he's good at that, too," she said and made Jesse blush again.

"Will you stop with the inuendo, please? This is... hard enough, you know?"

"Why wouldn't I know? I've been there, Jesse," she told him and after awhile he nodded. "And you know, it shouldn't be such a big deal. We should grow up with the knowledge that loving whoever we want is okay. Or just having sex with whomever we want."

"You're right but I can't even begin to think of what my dad will say if he finds out. I'm not even sure my mom would understand," Jesse said.

"I know. My dad still doesn't know and I've been out to my mom for close to three years now."

"Do you think he'll understand?" They worked side by side now, just talking and stacking cd. It was an easy job, not challenging at all which meant a lot of time talking. But they had never talked like this. They never knew they could until this afternoon. It felt good.

"It doesn't really matter to me what my dad understands or doesn't," Beca said.

"Really? That's why you hid the joint from him this afternoon? Because it doesn't matter?" He saw through her tough act. She smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Alright, maybe it matters a little but honestly... when I asked him whether I could bring someone to dinner, I thought about Chloe. I thought maybe I could tell him... and Sheila, I guess. I just... I don't know my dad that well. I don't know where he stands on homosexuality. My mom says that he'll probably be cool given time... I don't know that I want to give him time, seeing how he's already taken so much time to acknowledge he's got a daughter that he might want to have in his life," she said.

"He doensn't seem a bad guy, though," Jesse put in. "He'll probably be cool. My dad, on the other hand... he's conservative, he's Republican... doubtful that he'll understand."

"Does he love you?" Beca asked.

"Of course, he does. He's.. my dad."

"See, I never could answer that question about my dad. I still can't." She told him and he nodded thoughtfully. "Hey," Beca roused him from these same thoughts and he looked up at her. "It'll be okay, you know? 10% of this country are queer like us. There's gonna be a lot of love in your life - some of it might even come from Luke," she teased and he blushed but was also grinning. "But there's definitely gonna be some from yours truly," she told him earnestly.

"I knew you just wanted to get into my pants," he dead-panned and she made a face. This time it was him who laughed at her and she rolled her eyes.

"In your wet dreams, buddy." She gave back and for awhile they just worked quietly beside each other.

"Hey," he then called out to her and she looked up at him. "I love you, too." He blushed lightly but smiled. She smiled back at him.

Chloe was sitting at her laptop in the library, a book open beside it - in turns reading and typing.

Beca was watching her from the door for a moment, smiling at how the redhead's nose scrunched up or she frowned at what she read. She was adorable even when deep in thought. Beca went over and plopped down in the chair next to Chloe.

"Hey," she said and the other woman looked at her in surprise.

"Hey," she smiled brightly at the freshman.

"I thought you might be hungry," Beca said, looking left and right and then placing a bag on the table.

"A sub?" Chloe picked up the bag and looked inside. "What did you get me?" she asked excitedly.

"Chicken breast."

"Hmmm, my favorite." She leaned forward and gave Beca a small kiss in thanks. "How did you know that?"

"I figured, you like chicks and breasts... the rest was easy."

"Haha," Chloe made but then chuckled despite herself. This time her hand caught onto the younger woman's shirt and pulled her closer. They kissed, then again and again.

Someone clearing their throat beside them made them both look up. It was someone Beca would had rather not seen here at the moment: Marc.

"Marc, hey," Chloe said.

"Hey, Chlo," he said and put a hand on the back of Chloe's char. She took it and smiled up at him.

"Have you two met? Beca, Marc. Marc, this is Beca. She's an a cappella, too."

"Yeah, I think I've seen you on initiation night," he said and she nodded.

"Right."

"Can I talk to you for a minute, Chlo?" He asked the redhead.

"Yeah, sure, if it's just a minute," she leaned over to Beca as she got up and whispered into her ear: "Don't touch my sandwich, I'll be right back." Beca smiled up at her but as she watched Marc leading Chloe through the glass doors into the library corridor her smile became a frown. She didn't like the look of this, he seemed to just drag her behind him without any regard where she wanted to go or how far she wanted to go with him. From the brunette's perspective, he seemed rather possessive. She couldn't understand what they were talking about and she didn't want to pry but she couldn't take her eyes off them either. Marc was saying something to Chloe and she looked at him questioningly. Then she shook her head and said something herself. He pulled her close, touched her face but she was still shaking her head. He tried to kiss her and Beca felt her stomach drop, but Chloe was pushing him away, not forcefully just enough so he couldn't just pull her in for a kiss. He seemed to succumb to her resistance and started talking again. Beca could see Chloe heave a sigh, she answered her friend but still kept him at a distance. When she finally pulled him to her she merely hugged him and then kissed him on the cheek. Chloe turned and came back to the doors that seperated the corridor and the reading room.

"Chloe," Marc said as the redhead opened the door. She turned.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Marc," she told him and resumed her way. He didn't look very happy about this but he turned and left.

Chloe came back to the table Beca still sat at.

"Is everything okay?" the freshman asked.

"Yeah, sure. He's a little bit needy sometimes, that's all." Chloe answered and started unpacking her sandwich.

"He's not jealous, is he?" The redhead shrugged while taking the first bite. "So, he is."

"Beca, let's not talk about Marc, okay? And let's not talk about jealousy here," she advised and Beca took the hint.

"Do you still have a lot of work to do?" Beca then asked and Chloe nodded.

"But it can wait until tomorrow. Would you like to come over to my place and listen to some music, i.e. make out?" Chloe grinned and the brunette laughed.

"Yeah, I would like that a lot. That is..."

"What?"

"You don't think what happened yesterday will happen again, do you?" Beca asked and saw Chloe stiffen. The redhead pushed the rest of her sandwich back into the bag. "I'm sorry, Chlo, I'm just..."

"Worried, I know." Chloe interrupted her. "Listen, I know that was scary and kinda crazy. I... I'm not even sure what caused it but... I think it's gonna be okay. I really would like to spend some time with you tonight, no pressure, just... the two of us getting to know each other better. What do you say?" Beca smiled reassuringly.

"I'd like that," she told the redhead. Then she pointed at the rest of the sandwich. "You still hungry?" Chloe shook her head.

"Then that's mine," she grabbed the bag and dug into the food. Shortly after they left the library in the direction of the apartment building where Chloe lived.