Author's Note: Hey everybody! I'm sorry about the huge gap in between updates. I got really busy. I hope you enjoy this chapter even if it's a little low on Jesse. I'll try to have more up soon.

"Sixteen Candles?"

"No."

Jesse set her coffee on her desk just like he'd done every other day this week. Every day since the party.

"10 Things I Hate About You?"

"Nope."

"Lord of the Rings?" his voice was desperate.

"Aren't those like three hours each?"

He gave her a disapproving look.

"Also no," She replied, enjoying the scandalized look on her face.

"Have you seen or liked any movie ever."

"Seen? Yes. Liked..."

She drew out the pause. It was just too fun to make him squirm.

"...no." she finished, grinning.

"You're a robot," Jesse shot at her.

"Excuse me?" she laughed.

"It's really the only excuse," he said matter-of-factly. "No one, without a metal skeleton and machine oil pumping through their veins can hate The Sound of Music."

"It's too long!" Beca insisted.

"You only watched the first ten minutes!" Jess yelled, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

"I will find a movie you'll like Beca Mitchell," Jess told her. "Or I will die trying."

"Before you die, will you please stack that new shipment of vinyl we got in last night?"

"What am I, your employee or something?" Jess asked.

"I like to think of you as my slave, but employee works." Beca shot back.

Ever since the party, Beca and Jesse had become much closer. He brought her coffee in the mornings, she called him by his actual name. It was almost like they were friends.

"Whaddaya want for lunch, boss lady?" Jesse quipped a few hours later, sticking his head into her office.

"I don't know," Beca thought about it. "What do you want?"

"Burgers?" Jesse suggested.

"Make it happen," Beca said, offering him some money.

"I got it," Jesse waved her hand away.

"What?" she asked.

"I got it," Jesse darted out the door before she could protest.

Bored, she drummed her fingers on her desk. She peeked around, making sure she was alone. Then, she turned up the volume, letting her music pump through the speakers.

"Before you met me

I was all right but

Things were kinda heavy

You brought me to life

Now every February

You'll be my valentine

Valentine"

Beca was rolling around her office, singing and grabbing CDs.

"Let's go all the way tonight-

"Uhhh, excuse me, ma'am... or whatever," a voice from behind her said.

Beca leapt out of her chair in shock and ran to her desk, turning down Katy Perry. She turned around to see a stocky brunette in a burgundy hoodie staring her down.

"Can I help you?" she asked the weirdly stealthy intruder.

"Yeah, actually, I think you can." he responded. "I'm Bumper Allen..."

He paused, as if he were waiting for her to gasp or bow down to him.

"The captain of the Trebelmakers. Maybe you've heard of us. We've won the ICCA title-"

"Yeah, I've heard of you." Beca cut him off, not caring to hear more.

"Of course you have," Bumper leaned against the doorframe, in what looked like an attempt to look laid back and cool.

"Care to tell me why you're here, Bummer?"

"Bumper," he corrected.

"Right," she smiled, liking him less and less every second.

"Well, I heard, through the A Cappella grapevine, that you did a little mixing for the Bellas and I was wondering if you could help us out."

"You want me to produce a track for you?" she asked.

"No," Bumper shook his head. "I want you to give me the track you made for the Bellas so we can blow those dumb bitches out of the water."

"I'm not an authority on the subject because... ew." Beca glared at Bumper. "But...Isn't that cheating?"

"Why should you care?" Bumper asked, throwing a wad of twenties down on her desk.

"So you want to bribe me?"

"Money from the dozens of successful Trebel alums that fund our continued success. Consider it a thank you."

"I haven't done anything yet," Beca told him.

"There's more money in it for you if you give me the track you made for them." He waited for her to respond but was only met with silence. "I'll let you think about it."

He left, almost tripping over the threshold to her office.

Beca counted the money. It was almost 500 dollars. That was a lot more than the 50 the Bellas had given her for recording. Plus, it didn't even seem like Aubrey wanted to use her track. So, showing it to the Trebels couldn't be that bad. Jesse was a Trebel and he was... okay.

"Hey, boss lady!" Jesse stuck his head into her office, giving her a dumb goofy grin. "I have burgers!"

Suddenly Beca didn't feel hungry.