A/N: Alright, just a reminder that I know nothing (I'm kinda like John Snow there…I so wish I could say I drink and I know things, but alas I don't know things ). I know I'm probably wrong on both the military stuff and the producer stuff…please don't crucify me on it. The military stuff all comes from various conversations I've had with friends actually in the service and having some knowledge of defense contractors and the music producer stuff is what I'd like to see happen for Beca in the future (even if it isn't really possible).

Sorry it took so long to get back to this one, I really didn't know where I was going to go with the meeting between Beca and Mr. Posen…still not positive where it will finally end up, still deciding on whether to go one direction or not…we'll see I guess.

Anyway…happy reading!

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Aubrey let herself quietly into Beca's apartment, thankful that Stacie had gone to Daytona Beach for spring break so she wouldn't have to worry about disturbing her. She smiled to herself as she noticed that her girlfriend was taking full advantage of not having classes or a girlfriend for the week, sleeping in much later than normal. Aubrey set her purse down on Beca's couch and then snuck into her room, sliding in under the covers and wrapping herself around the smaller girl.

Beca wiggled back into the blonde, "This is either the best dream ever or you have some explaining to do."

Aubrey kissed her neck, "It's not a dream baby, I'm back a little earlier than I planned."

Beca rolled over and looked hard at Aubrey, "Do I need to kick someone's ass?"

Aubrey gave Beca a smile and shook her head, "No, it ended up alright in the end, so no kicking of asses yet."

Beca pulled the blonde to her, giving her a proper welcome home kiss. Aubrey sighed when it was finished, "Mmmmm…I needed that."

Beca brushed her nose over Aubrey's, "How about you tell me all about it over coffee."

Aubrey chuckled, "Can you not do anything without coffee in the morning."

Beca shrugged, "I can, but it can get really ugly."

Aubrey rolled over and pulled Beca's arm around her waist, "I don't want to get out of bed quite yet. Can we just talk here?"

Beca sensed there was more going on here than Aubrey was letting on so she wrapped her arms tighter around the blonde and kissed her neck, "We can stay here all day if we need to baby." Aubrey gave a soft sigh as she squeezed Beca's arms around her waist. Beca nuzzled her nose into Aubrey's hair, "Why don't you tell me what happened."

Aubrey started telling Beca about the trip and when she got to the part about telling her father and his response, Beca angrily sat up and moved to get out of bed, "I thought you said I didn't have to kick anyone's ass."

Aubrey smiled at how protective Beca was being and reached out and grabbed her hands, pulling her back down, "Let me finish my story before you start kicking asses."

Beca huffed, "Well he better have apologized and begged your forgiveness or I still might go kick his ass."

Aubrey smiled as she pulled Beca into a soft kiss, "My knight in shining armor."

Beca kissed Aubrey's nose, "My princess."

Aubrey scoffed but didn't refute the statement. After Aubrey flipped back over and wiggled back into her spot against Beca, she continued with her story. She told Beca about the long talk she had with her mother, who really wants to meet the woman who stole Aubrey's heart. Then she told her about how she stood up to her father, telling him that if he couldn't love all of her, then he really didn't love her. Then when she went to leave he told her that he wanted to meet the woman that Aubrey loved.

Beca still didn't like this, Aubrey threatening to leave because her dad couldn't accept that she loved a woman. But she didn't say anything because it was Aubrey's family, not hers, and if there was any chance that she could help Aubrey keep her family then she would do it.

Aubrey gave her arm a little shake, "Did you even hear me Beca? I asked if you had plans for the rest of spring break?"

Beca shook herself out of her thoughts, "No, sorry I missed the question. No, I don't have anything planned. I'm all yours baby."

Aubrey rolled over and looked into Beca's eyes, "Will you come home with me then?"

Beca rolled her eyes playfully, "If I have to."

Aubrey shook her head at the brunette, "You are terrible."

Beca shrugged at her girlfriend, "Yah, but you love me anyway."

Aubrey just murmured, "Yes I do."

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Aubrey's dad was pacing the front entry and Mrs. Posen couldn't help but hide a small smile. She didn't know if she'd ever seen him this nervous. She placed a hand on his arm to stop his pacing, which he did as he stepped next to her and gave her a strained smile. The door opened and Aubrey flew in, wrapping him in a hug before moving over to wrap her arms around her mom. Aubrey stood next to her mother, her arm around her waist as she turned to the door, "Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet Beca Mitchell."

He looked to the doorway to see a small brunette setting down a suitcase without looking away from him. Her forehead was pinched as she gave him a hard stare. Not one to back down, Mr. Posen returned the stare just as aggressively. He gave the woman a quick appraisal, too many piercings, makeup too dark, just what the hell did his daughter see in this woman? Beca walked towards him with her hand outstretched, "Mr. Posen."

He took her hand and found her handshake to be firm, too firm for a pleasant meeting. He squeezed his hand just that much tighter but the woman in front of him never flinched. Instead she glowered at him harder, "I know you're Aubrey's father, but if you ever break her heart like you did the other day, we'll be having words."

Aubrey gasped and went to grab Beca. Two things held her back, her mother's arm around her waist tightened and she leaned over to whisper, "Don't, they both need this," and her father turning to her with a 'don't you dare' glare.

Mr. Posen continued with his firm grip, "Understood, but if you ever break her heart, I will find you and we'll be having words, understood?"

Beca suddenly deflated, her eyes turning to Aubrey with a hurt look. She nodded, "I've already done that once and I plan on making it up to her every day for the rest of my life."

Mr. Posen's gaze softened slightly, knowing there was a story there that he'd need to hear someday. Instead of a lengthy response, he just gave what appeared to be a hereditary singular nod (it looked so much like Aubrey's it was scary), "Good."

Mrs. Posen stepped away from Aubrey and gave her hands a clap, "Alright you two, let's get you settled. Aubrey, you're in your room of course and Beca can have Robert's room."

Aubrey gave her mother an exasperated expression, "Seriously mom, separate rooms? It's not like we can get pregnant."

Mrs. Posen glared at her daughter, "One, inappropriate missy; two, you are not married so you will sleep in separate rooms. My house, my rules."

Aubrey huffed but Beca put her hand on Aubrey's arm, giving her a small smile, "It's fine baby, we do live in separate apartments."

Aubrey glowered at her, "And that's changing as soon as our leases are up."

Beca held up her hands in surrender, "Yes dear."

Aubrey couldn't hold her frown and brought Beca to her to give her a kiss, "Seriously, let's move in together as soon as possible."

Beca brushed her thumb over Aubrey's lip as the kiss ended, "I'd love that baby."

Beca caught movement out of the corner of her eye and saw Mrs. Posen standing there with her head tipped to the side looking at them the same way Chloe looks when she watches puppy videos on Facebook. Mrs. Posen noticed Beca looking at her and kind of shook herself before giving Beca a soft smile. Then she cleared her throat, "Alright girls, go get your things situated, lunch will be ready in about half an hour."

Beca grabbed their suitcase and followed Aubrey upstairs. She pointed at one bedroom, "That's going to be yours and this is mine." She smiled as she walked into her room, pointing at the bed, "Why don't you just set that there."

Beca took in all of the pink and gave Aubrey a smirk, "I always knew you were a princess at heart."

Aubrey shushed her with a light slap, "Hush you. Sorry about the separate rooms. I didn't think my mom would insist because…well, because you aren't a guy and I've had sleepovers before."

Beca raised her eyebrow, "With girlfriends?"

Aubrey blushed, "Well no, but one of my friends and I did experiment once."

Beca laughed and pulled Aubrey into a hug, "My little rebel."

Aubrey pulled back and brushed a quick kiss over her lips, "Okay, get whatever you are going to need situated. My guess is she won't even let you dress in here. Then take care of anything you need to and get your cute butt back in here so we can spend a little time together before lunch."

It took the two girls almost twenty minutes before everything was settled and they finally plopped down on Aubrey's bed. Beca lay against the headboard on one side of the bed while Aubrey sprawled across the bed, her head in Beca's lap while Beca slowly ran her finger through Aubrey's hair.

Aubrey tipped her head back slightly, "Alright Becs, what was all of that with my Dad?"

Mr. Posen was just coming up to let the girls know lunch was about ready when he heard his name. He stopped just to the side of the door and listened as Beca responded, "Just because I told you I wasn't going to kick his ass for hurting you doesn't mean I have to play nice. He hurt you baby and I won't let anyone hurt you, not even your father. You came home after one day of being here Aubrey, one day. He deserves a little of my anger."

Aubrey smiled at her protective girlfriend, "I know, but he's my Daddy."

Beca raised her eyebrow at Aubrey, "I thought we decided that I was going to be me. You told me not to take out my piercings or change anything about me because you love me the way I am and they would need to too. This is me baby, I'm not going to play nice with anyone that hurts you."

Aubrey sighed, "I know Becs, but can you please tone it down just a little?"

Beca sighed and tugged on her Aubrey's ear playfully, "Fine, I'll tone it down for you." Then she gave Aubrey a soft smile, "You're lucky I love you."

Mr. Posen quietly went back to the stairs and waited about thirty seconds before walking to the room again and knocking on the doorframe, "Lunch is ready. Aubrey, what would your mother say about the two of you being alone in the room?"

Aubrey smiled at her father, "You know she wouldn't say anything, we are just laying here talking with the door wide open.

Mr. Posen gave a half shrug, "Well, you just make sure you follow all her rules."

Aubrey smiled as she got up, giving her father a kiss on the cheek, "Yes Sir."

Mr. Posen smiled at her, "Good. Now let's go eat." He held his hand out towards Beca, "Beca."

Beca gave him a small smile, not quite ready to completely forgive him but she would tone it down as she promised Aubrey. So she got up and followed Aubrey out, giving him a "thank you Mr. Posen," as she walked past.

The four of them sat around the table a little awkwardly, as first meals with someone's parents usually are. Mr. Posen finally spoke, "So Beca, what are you going to school for?"

Beca set down her fork and wiped her mouth on her napkin, a small smile forming as it usually did when she got to talk about music, "I'm majoring in Music and Business."

Mr. Posen's head tipped a little to the side as he thought about that, "Hmmm…not really two majors you see together often."

Beca gave a little shrug, "Well I want to go into music producing, so the music part of that is obvious. But I'd eventually like to move off on my own, maybe set up my own studio or label. That's where the business degree comes in, Barden has an excellent Entrepreneurial Business program."

Mr. Posen nodded his head, at least the girl was thinking ahead. But were her plans practical? He asked his next question, "So…what is the likelihood that you'll eventually set up your own studio?"

Beca sat up straighter in her chair, "I don't actually know. It all depends on getting some breaks early in my career. I could just be a low level assistant producer my entire career, but I want to be prepared to make the most of any opportunities that present themselves."

Aubrey leaned over and placed her hand over Beca's, her thumb rubbing lightly over the back of her hand, "Oh, don't you even say that. You know you're going to rock the music world." Then she turned to her mom, "She is so good Mom, did you know she did all of the arrangements for the Bellas in the World's last year? She's really the reason we won."

Beca blushed at the praise, but couldn't take all of it, "No, I just supplied the music, you're the one that made us, the biggest group of misfits I've ever seen, into an actual group. My arrangements would have been no good if you wouldn't have gotten the girls ready to sing them."

Aubrey squeezed Beca's hand and smiled at her before letting go so they could both finish their meal. After a few more bites, Beca looked up at Mr. Posen, "So Mr. Posen, what do you do? All Aubrey has really told me is that you used to be a bigwig in the military and now you run the family business."

Mr. Posen smiled, because like Beca, he enjoyed what he did. He started with, "Well, I don't know about bigwig, but I retired as a Colonel from the Air Force."

Mrs. Posen took the opportunity to lightly reprimand him, "Oh you hush, that is a bigwig and you know it."

Mr. Posen shrugged, "So I retired as a Colonel and then as Aubrey said I moved into a leadership role in a number of businesses our family controls."

Beca looked impressed, "What kinds of businesses do you run?"

Mr. Posen explained, "My family has always been involved in businesses tied to the military, which is one of the reasons I decided to serve. What better way to understand the needs of the military than to actually be there, on the front lines, so to speak."

Beca interrupted, "Were you ever on the front lines?"

Mr. Posen nodded as Mrs. Posen mimicked Aubrey earlier, placing her hand over her husband's, her thumb soothingly rubbing over the back of his hand, "I was deployed a total of four times." Beca saw something haunted in his eyes as he said that and for once in her life, not one single smart ass comment came to mind. Mr. Posen shook himself slightly, "But I made it back to my family every time."

Beca nodded, "So, what do your companies do then?"

Mr. Posen looked grateful for the change in topic, "Well, let's see, one company is currently working on designing and producing a better laser targeting system for the Air Force. Another is producing the best body armor out there for the young men and women that actually have boots on the ground in various hot spots."

Beca looked impressed, "That is so cool."

Mr. Posen smiled, "Thank you."