Oops, sorry not sorry for what's about to happen. Enjoy guys.
Two weeks later Beca walked into their apartment and found it dark. Not really a surprise since Mina usually only turned on the lights in her office and left the others off, being all energy conscious and whatever. Beca flicked on a light and shucked all her stuff, tired. The recording session had gone well. Veronica had been spot on with the song they'd both worked on, but then again since she'd written the lyrics that had been expected. They had taken half a day to get through it and then moved on to the next song.
Mack had let her stay for the second song too, which Beca was grateful for the experience, but she had ended up staying longer at work than normal and she was really, really tired. Mina hadn't minded her staying longer, though. It was midterms for her next week and she was already all geared up and studying hardcore. As much as Mina worked, Beca was super glad that grad school had never been a thing she thought about because hot fucking damn. Tonight would probably just a takeout night and Beca would end up crashing out early while Mina continued to work but if she wasn't in bed by a certain time she was going to get up and find her and drag her to bed for her own good.
Beca went to the takeout menu drawer, grabbed out the vegan place that delivered, the Indian place, and a Russian place and shuffled towards Mina's office. She opened the door, and Mina was right where Beca thought she would be. She smiled tiredly and walked in.
She placed the menus over what Mina was reading and Mina jerked up. "Hey there," Beca said, reaching out and running her fingers through Mina's hair. "How about takeout since it's so late. You won't have to make anything and you can keep doing what you're doing while it gets here."
Mina scowled. "I don't have time to eat right now. I still have to get through another hundred pages tonight to be where I want to be next week."
"Yes, but your brain does work better with food, I hear."
She held up a granola bar wrapped. "I've been eating."
"Real food, beautiful. Real food. I know all about eating whatever is quickest when studying, believe me, but real food is always better. And you feel better."
"I ate a chicken and hummus sandwich for lunch with a salad. That was real food. I am fine. Now, really, I need to be studying if I want to sleep tonight." She tried to turn back to her books, but Beca wouldn't let her. She caught Mina's face in her hands gently.
"Fifteen minutes to eat, tops, and then you can go back to studying. You know you need to take breaks to make absorbing all of this easier. I know you're freaking out about Chemical Biophysics, but breaks dude."
Mina's scowl deepened and she pulled her face out of Beca's hands. "Do not make as if you know what is better for me than I myself do. I am an adult and perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
Oh, Beca could feel that this was going bad fast. That was Mina's Kommissar voice for damn sure. She was going to have to think very, very fast and very well to actually avoid this blowing up. But Mina did need to fucking eat and she needed a break before she exploded from stress.
"You are capable of taking care of yourself, but I want to help, you know? I'm your girlfriend and all, and I want to make sure you're all good even when you're super stressed." She reached out and put her hands on Mina's shoulders, squeezing gently, rubbing her fingers into muscles so tense they had to fucking hurt.
Mina shrugged her hands off. She swept the takeout menus from her books and scooted into her desk again. "If you truly wanted what was best for me while I quote 'super stressed' you would have left this room the first time I asked you to instead of badgering me about a meal I don't even want."
Beca felt her own calm slipping, but she was desperately trying to hang on to it. Mina was just saying this because she was stressed. She wasn't saying any of this to be mean.
"Mina, I—"
Mina cut her off. "No, leave. I do not want food. If I am hungry I know where the fridge is. I am quite sure you know where it is, too. Now leave."
"Ok, fine, whatever," Beca said, finally snapping. "So sue me for trying to be a nice girlfriend. I get that you have important science things to do and whatever and I just wanted you to fucking eat so you'd feel like a fucking human, but if you don't want to, that's perfectly fine with me. You don't have to be such a bitch about it. Jesus." She bent down and scooped up the takeout menus. She glared at Mina one last time before she stalked out of the room and slammed the door.
Fine, she would just go order her own food because she was hungry and tired and angry and didn't want to put any effort into making something. God, when had trying to do something good ended up with such a shitty response. Ugh. She grumbled, unintelligibly on her way to the kitchen, the only thing clear was that she was supremely displeased. She threw all the menus save the Indian food one in the drawer and closed it forcefully. She was going to get chicken tikka masala and enough rice and naan to sink a fucking boat and maybe some samosa she would just have a good old time by herself.
She dialed the number for the place and went through the whole "Yes, I'd like an order for delivery," spiel and soon the guy on the other end of the line was ready to take her order. She opened her mouth but the first thing to come out wasn't anything that she wanted. "Uh, yeah, I'd like an order of lamb vindaloo." She paused for half a second wondering where the fuck that had come from. That was what Mina order, not her. Whatever, she continued on anyway. "And an order of chicken tikka masala, two orders of rice, two orders of naan, and an order of samosas, please."
Fucking hell, she had just ordered dinner for both her and Mina without even meaning to. She scowled and crossed her arms over her chest a the man read her order back to her and she confirmed it was right. She was mad at Mina right now. She shouldn't be order fucking food for her. Whatever, if nothing else she would have food to take to work tomorrow.
She hung up the phone after the guy gave her the total and told her it would be thirty minutes or so. She looked around the kitchen, wondering what she should do in the interim. She put the menu away and decided a quick shower wouldn't hurt. That way she could just eat and brush her teeth and crash later.
Beca walked into the bathroom and stripped quickly. Hopefully the shower wasn't too damn loud for her German fucking Majesty. She was just going to have to deal. She lived with other people. Other people who just wanted to take care of her and made sure she stayed sane and didn't want to fucking be yelled at for it. She started grumbling again, turning on the shower and waiting for the water to warm up.
She slipped under the spray and wet her hair. Beca didn't even know what Mina was thinking. Obviously she had gotten through college and obviously she should know by now that those idiots who stayed up for days on end studying with no breaks were the ones too fried to go on later. Yeah, grad school was a step up form college, but Jesus, where had her sense gone? Oh right, it was wrapped up in chemical equations and bad fucking attitude that got taken out on the girlfriend who was only trying to help. Beca squeezed the shampoo bottle a bit too hard and way too much came out but she didn't care. She just rubbed the giant mass of shampoo on her head and proceeded to wash her hair.
Of course it took her a good couple of minutes to realize that she didn't smell her normal apple shampoo, but something more floral. She looked at the bottle she'd put back and realized she'd grabbed Mina's shampoo. She scowled and huffed. Of fucking course she had. She grabbed her own conditioner and set to work, leaving it in as she quickly shaved her legs, still fucking grumbling even as she was bent double trying to get that one annoying patch of hair down by her ankle that never seemed to want to be gotten rid of.
She hoped the Indian food stunk up the whole apartment when it got here so Mina would have no choice but to come out because the smell was making her so hungry. And Beca would just smugly smile and say nothing, but she would bask in her fucking victory and knowing she was right. And she could bring it up any time that Mina pulled this shit again because it was ridiculous, being attacked for wanting to fucking help. That's what girlfriends were supposed to do.
She washed the conditioner out and grabbed her bath scubby and started washing her body. Stupid girlfriend. Stupid feelings. Stupid. Just fucking stupid. All of this was.
She shrieked quietly and made sure all the soap was washed off before she turned off the water and stepped out. She dried off quickly, wrapped the towel around her head and stepped out into their bedroom. Which of course Mina would see the inside of for the next week because she would be too dumb to actually get any sleep like a real human. Because no way was she going to get through a hundred fucking pages in time to get any sleep. Not without giving her brain a break and actually eating food. But what did Beca know?
She grabbed a t-shirt and shorts and pulled them on, shivering in the cool air of the apartment. She dried her hair as best as she could with the towel and then wrapped it around her shoulders to catch the rest of the drips. The idiot probably wouldn't even take time to shower. Jesus, if she was this bad at managing stress, how in the world did she ever perform with DSM. Surely the stress from that must have been on par. She was their fucking leader after all. Mina acted like she'd never been stressed out before. Beca made a disapproving sound and walked back out to the living room.
Her cellphone rang just as she came out and she answered. Their food was here, but the dude was at the wrong end of the building. Beca gave him directions and five minutes later was sitting in front of the TV with an episode of Leverage on. She shoveled rice and chicken into her mouth and it tasted damn good and Mina didn't know what she was missing trapped in there with all her books.
She finished up her food, stuffed to the brim and a little bit happier. She put the leftovers into the fridge and stared at the containers for a second. She made an irritated noise in the back of her throat before going to her office, grabbing a post it note and a pen and returning to the fridge. She wrote "this is yours" on the bright ass pink note and then stuck it to the containers and then shutting the fridge door. Fine. If Mina knew where the god damn fridge was, well then she could find the food that Beca had put in there for her. Because she was apparently still a caring fucking girlfriend even when pissed off. And she definitely was still pissed off. A lot. But she wasn't like stop talking to her pissed off. Then again, arguments with Jesse always seemed to reach that level every time he was a little bit annoying. And that was probably why she was with Mina now because what they had was totally different and she still actually cared even when she sort of wanted to punch a wall. She could really just go for a nice hug right now. That might not fix everything, but it would go pretty long way.
She sighed, suddenly really, really tired and it was definitely late enough to crash now and she was going to take advantage of that. She walked back along the hall and stopped outside of Mina's office door yet again. Beca hesitated for a long moment before glancing down at the post its in her hands. She bit her lip before ripping another one off and sticking it to the door and raising her pen to it.
"I hope you get some sleep, you dummkopf."
She shook her head and dropped off the post it notes in her office before retreating to their bedroom. Beca threw the towel around her shoulders in the hamper and flopped down on their bed. She curled up on her side of the bed and flicked off the lights, eyes closing almost instantly. She was fucking tired. And yet as tired as she was, minutes later she wasn't actually asleep. She was just lying there. With her eyes closed. Almost asleep but not quite and that was really, really fucking annoying.
She grumbled and turned over, reaching out for something to hold onto. Her hand came in contact with Mina's pillow. She frowned for a long second before finally giving up and grabbing it and drawing it to her. It smelled like Mina. She frowned harder, but drew in closer, burying her face in it. Stupid German Goddess.
And just like that, a few minutes later she was asleep, resting quite peacefully, surrounded by the smell of her girlfriend.