Silver and Gold

While it didn't always seem like it, Beca owned a little bit of jewellery. And depending on her mood, she wore silver or gold. Her earspike (her 'super scary' earspike) was silver, but the jewellery around it was a mixture.

Jesse noticed that.

(Jesse noticed every damn thing about her, much to her displeasure.)

"Why aren't you wearing any holiday jewellery?" he wanted to know, as he handed her a cup of hot cocoa. "Chloe barged past today wearing big ass glowing Santa earrings".

"Because I'm not eleven years old?" she suggested, shrugging. "I don't know, Jesse- I don't think I own any holiday jewellery. And oh my God, they don't just glow, they freaking sing. They match Fat Amy's hat".

(Fat Amy had marched into practice with a hat the size of a small child on her head, which sang and swayed from side to side and glowed. She seemed Chloe seem almost sane.)

"What kind of girl are you?" he almost gasped.

"You know, you ask me that a lot, it's kind of getting old".

He laughed. "Sorry Bec".


The next day, when she opened her box, she found a tiny paper bag inside. Frowning slightly, she opened it to find a pair of silver snowflake earrings, and two tiny gold reindeer studs.

"Weirdo", she chuckled slightly, placing them in her backpack (she'd throw them in like she did everything else, but that would probably hurt Jesse's feelings. She did that a lot, apparently).


When Beca walked into the station sporting silver snowflakes, Jesse grinned so hard he thought his face would break.

"What?" she said, raising her eyebrows at him.

"Nothing". And he beamed at her, making her roll her eyes.