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Her Revelation

Donald wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up hanging out with Bumper. He had been alone in his room, reading, when Bumper had called him. The biggest reason he had agreed to hanging out with Bumper was that he had been spending all of his time with Stacie. They had both been blowing off their friends lately, which was why Stacie had gone out with Beca and Amy. She had been thinking about telling the two of them about her and Donald. She believed they could keep it a secret, and Donald agreed that they had the right to know, but he wasn't sure if she would actually go through with it.

"Bumper, why are we here?" Donald sighed. Bumper had dragged him out to some freshman party that was already dying down as the freshman drank themselves into incoherency.

"Tonight, you're my wingman," Bumper announced, looking around. "We're going to find me the stupidest, drunkest girl here."

"So you want me to help you take advantage of a freshman girl?" Donald asked.

"Man, when did you get so lame?" Bumper sounded disgusted. "Dating Stacie has made you a wimp."

"Stacie has nothing to do with this," Donald answered.

"You didn't use to act like this," Bumper said, folding his arms across his chest and continuing to survey the room. He spotted a potential girl almost immediately, and nudged Donald toward her. "Go be a wingman."

Donald rolled his eyes, but headed over to the girl. She saw him coming, and eyed him appreciatively. He approached with caution, considering a drunken girl to be as unpredictable as a wild animal. "Hey," he said. "I'm Donald."

"Hi Donald," the girl slurred, attempting to smile seductively. "I'm Haley."

"Hi Haley," Donald answered. "Have you met Bumper?" He turned and pointed to where Bumper was standing, holding a cup of beer.

Haley looked more than a little confused, but she smiled and waved at him. Bumper smiled back and came over to them, taking the time to throw Donald a dirty look before engaging the girl in conversation. Donald considered his job done, and backed into a corner with his own cup of beer. The sooner this night was over, the better.

Apparently Haley wasn't exactly what Bumper was looking for, because he soon moved on to another girl. This time, however, he didn't ask Donald to be his wingman. Donald didn't blame him after the lame job he did, but Donald was bored. This wasn't his idea of fun. He was at a party full of girls he couldn't and didn't want to hit on, but that was all Bumper cared about.

A few hours later, Donald had managed to get a few of the other Trebles out to the party. It didn't make the party a whole lot better, but at least Donald had some guys to play cards with while Bumper was otherwise indisposed. Eventually, the other Trebles had been picked off by pretty girls and Donald was alone again.

Sometime after midnight, Donald's phone beeped and Stacie finally answered his text message. She promised to head over to the party and provide some relief from Bumper-watching. She showed up with Amy and Beca in tow about twenty minutes later, and she headed straight for where Donald was sitting in an armchair. "Did you tell them?" he asked in a low voice, nodding towards Beca and Amy. He figured she had, or she wouldn't have brought them with to the party and right up to him.

"They know," Stacie confirmed, throwing herself into his arms. He kissed her gladly, but didn't carry it on for too long. He didn't think Amy and Beca wanted to spend their evening watching Donald and Stacie make out.

"And this has been going on for how long?" Beca asked, sitting on the couch across from them as the two of them broke apart. Stacie wrapped her arms around Donald's neck and settled herself more comfortably in his lap.

"Almost three months," Stacie said, sounding a little guilty.

"And you've managed to keep it a secret for this long?" Beca looked impressed.

"Well, Bumper knows," Donald corrected.

"Bumper knew before we did?" Amy demanded.

"Not on purpose," Stacie assured her. "He saw us together."

"How long has he known?" Amy asked, sounding a little offended.

Donald and Stacie glanced at each other. "A month, maybe?" Stacie offered.

"Stacie," Amy began, sniffing loudly, "I thought we were friends."

"Amy," Beca laughed. "She told us, didn't she?"

"Yeah, after Bumper knew," Amy said, holding a hand to her chest like she was wounded. Donald could tell she was exaggerating, but he got the feeling that she was extremely unhappy about Bumper having known about their secret before she did.

"I'm sorry, Amy," Stacie said, sounding it. "I wasn't sure how you would feel about it. I was afraid to tell you guys."

"Don't worry," Amy said, dropping her act. "We won't tell Aubrey. Or Chloe."

"Or anyone else," Beca added.

"Thanks guys," Stacie smiled. "Do you wanna go get some beer?"

"Sure," Beca said, getting to her feet. Amy followed suit, and Stacie slid off Donald's lap.

"We'll be right back," Stacie promised, leaning over to kiss Donald quickly before she followed Beca and Amy off to the kitchen.

They had only been gone a few minutes when Bumper reappeared. "This party sucks," Bumper said. "I can't find the right stupid drunk girl."

"What a shame," Donald said unsympathetically.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Bumper asked, falling into the seat that Beca had recently vacated.

"Actually, Stacie-"

Bumper groaned and rolled his eyes. "Really, Stacie again?"

"Yeah, she brought Amy and Beca with her."

"So more of the Bellas are invading," Bumper said, taking a long drink from his cup of beer.

"Dude, how many beers have you had?"

Bumper shrugged. "A few."

"I think it might be time to leave," Donald said, getting up.

"Man, I'm twenty-two. I can do whatever I want."

"Fine," Donald said, shrugging. A few seconds later, Stacie and the others returned with cups in their hands.

"Hey," Stacie greeted, slipping her arm around Donald's waist. "Okay, this party is stupid. So why don't we go back to your room?" She stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.

"I was just thinking the same thing," Donald answered. He raised his voice and said, "Stacie and I are going to leave now."

Bumper groaned again.

"Dude, I've been here for like four hours," Donald said. "You wanted me to hang out with you, and you spent all night hitting on girls. So now I'm leaving."

"Fine," Bumper said, throwing his hands up. "Leave."

"Thank you," Stacie said, smiling sweetly at Bumper. He ignored her.

As they were leaving, Stacie halted on the porch. "Wait," she said. "I want to see something."

"What?" Donald asked.

"Ten bucks says Amy leaves with Bumper tonight."

Donald snorted. "I'm not betting against you," he said. "I think it'll happen too."

"Let's hide, then," Stacie said eagerly, pulling him off the porch and into the nearest set of bushes. They lay awkwardly on the cold dirt, waiting to see if Bumper and Amy would come out of the party together. A few minutes after they had arranged themselves in the bushes, Beca left the party. Amy wasn't with her, which made Donald think that Stacie was going to be right.

"I hope we're not out here all night," Stacie said, pushing her hair out of her face.

"It shouldn't be long," Donald answered. "They think the three of us are gone. If they're going to do something, they'll do something soon."

Donald was right. It was just over five minutes later when Bumper came outside. Amy followed just a little ways behind him. They were both looking around furtively, but they didn't see Stacie or Donald. They seemed to think the coast was clear after another minute, because Amy caught up with Bumper. They walked side by side, talking too quietly for Stacie or Donald to hear what they were saying. Their body language was enough, though.

"They're totally going to hook up," Stacie grinned.

"I wonder who'll confess first," Donald added.

"Bumper," Stacie said confidently. "He won't be able to resist bragging."

"Probably," Donald agreed. He got to his feet and helped Stacie up. "Maybe we should follow their example."

"I like the sound of that."

Donald wasn't sure he would ever get used to how amazing Stacie was. She was definitely the greatest girl he had ever been with. They had gone back to his dorm and fallen into bed, Stacie's lips like fire against his skin. Now they were ready to sleep, but Stacie hadn't said anything yet. It had become almost a ritual for Stacie to talk about what was on her mind before they went to sleep.

"What are you thinking about?" Donald asked finally, wondering why she was so quiet.

"That I'm really glad we're going to the finals," Stacie answered.

"I'm glad you are, too," Donald said honestly.

"We're going to kick your butts," Stacie said. Donald could tell that she was grinning, even if he couldn't see her.

"Finally, some competition," Donald teased. "Anything else?"

"Just that… I love you."

"I love you too," Donald whispered in her ear. Saying it sent a kind of thrill through him. He hadn't told a single girl that since he was a junior in high school. It had been five years since a girl had caught his interest like this. The more time he spent with Stacie, the less he could stand to be away from her. Maybe there was more to this relationship than either of them had originally thought. He didn't know what was going to happen to them, but he did know that he was in love with Stacie and he didn't see an end in sight.

A/N: For once, I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I hope you like it, though. Let me know with a review? I really love to hear what you all think! I'll try to update again soon, but I've been getting a lot of homework lately. Hopefully sometime this weekend. Thanks again for reading!