A/N: Hope you enjoy this!

A Very Pitch Perfect Valentine's Day

They made a Valentine's Day pact.

"No gifts," Beca said, laying down the ground rules. "And nothing cutesy or romantic. I know you like grand gesture and all-"

Jesse cleared his throat and she said, "Okay, I only did that one grand gesture because it was the only way I could think of for you to actually listen to me. You, on the other hand, live your life like it is one grand gesture."

Jesse went to argue, but then saw she had a point.

"Alright," he said. "I will be on my best behavior."

"Good."

They were sitting in one of the café's near campus, matching green tea lattes between them, and he asked, "So, why are we having this anti-Valentines-day talk, anyway? I thought girls were supposed to love all that crap."

"It's revolting," Beca said, scrunching her nose. "It's just some commercial holiday made to sell greeting cards and chocolate. Every loving act is practically stamped with the Hallmark and Godivia logo."

"I guess I should have seen you not liking Valentine's Day," Jesse said, taking a sip of his drink.

"What does that mean?"

"Well, you're sort of the anti-girl."

She gave him a look. "Excuse me?"

"I don't mean that in a bad way," he told her placatingly. "But I've found that whatever the normal girl response to something would be, you are usually the opposite."

"You are so full of shit."

"No, I'm 100% right," he said, laughing. "Pretty sure that last little exclamation of yours proved it."

"Fine, so I'm not some girly girl," Beca said, leaning back in her chair. "But I'm girl enough."

Jesse smirked. "Yes, you are. I'm not complaining. I could never date a girl who was too wrapped up in that girl world, anyway." He leaned forward and covered her hand with his. "I like you just the way you are, Beca."

So, they decided no gifts or fancy dinners. There was a strict dress code that didn't allow anything nicer than jeans. It all seemed perfect until it was Valentine's Day and Beca found herself afflicted with an unusual case of the girl feelings. She never cared about Valentine's Day before, but that was largely because she never had anything to celebrate before, either. With Jesse everything had changed, and she was surprised to find that she had, too.

"What's going on over there?" Jesse asked, popping a few kernels of popcorn into his mouth. "You're unusually quiet."

"Just thinking," she said evasively.

"About what?"

She hesitated and then told him, "Maybe we should do something tonight."

"We are doing something," he said. "Burgers and The Goonies, right?"

She shook her head. "No, I mean actually do something. Something festive. Something Valentine's Day-ey."

"You're kidding," he said with disbelief.

"Never mind," she said quickly, crossing her arms over her chest. "It was stupid. I mean, where would we even get reservations tonight. I just…you know what, forget that I said anything. Burgers and The Goonies sounds fine."

"Now, hold on a second," Jesse said, turning toward her. "You really want a real Valentine's Day?"

"Jesse, I told you-"

"Tell me the truth," Jesse said slowly, holding her gaze. "Do you want a real Valentine's Day?"

She paused for a long moment before nodding. "Yeah, I guess. I mean…that wouldn't suck."

He paused for a beat and then said, "Alright. Then you'll have a real Valentine's Day."

"Jesse, it was a stupid idea. You're not going to be able to get reservations anywhere this late."

"Don't worry about the details," Jesse said. "I have it under control."

"But-"

"I have it under control."

He texted her later that afternoon with a meeting time and location. She thought it was a little strange that he had them meeting in front of the record store, but he made it clear earlier that he was in charge of the plans. Her dogged questions earlier had him saying, "I have it under control", a record of eight times before he threatened to break up with her. So, she let him do the planning.

She wore one of her nicer dresses and made the short walk over to the record store. They didn't exactly specify where outside the record store they would meet, so she stood by the door, shoulders scrunched up to her ears from the cold. She heard the door open behind her, and hoped that it wasn't Luke trying to snag her for some last minute work. She turned around and her mouth dropped open when she took in the sight of Jesse standing in front of her in a suit. She made a few incoherent utterances and he said, "I didn't really catch any of that, but you look nice, too."

She laughed. "So, where are we going?"

He held open the door to the shop and she looked at him in confusion. "The record store?"

"Just trust me."

"If we stack CDs I am going to throw them at your face."

"I promise you, no CD stacking."

She walked past him into the store and found herself at a loss of words for the second time that night. Jesse had transformed the record store with candles and music. He cleared off one of the tables and had a bottle of wine set out next to the bag of what she could smell were burgers and French fries.

"The food stayed the same," Jesse said, stepping next to her. "But I did my best to kick the ambiance up a notch."

"Jesse, this is amazing." She glanced around the room again. "Where did you get all the candles?"

"Part of them are my own personal collection," Jesse said. "Not all of them, though. I made a quick run to the dollar store. That red and white checked tablecloth is courtesy of Dollar Tree, too."

She turned toward him and kissed him soundly, hands resting on his chest. He was taken by surprise but then kissed her back, arms sliding around her waist. Breaking the kiss Beca told him, "I absolutely love this, Jesse. Thank you."

He kissed the tip of her nose and said, "This is what you deserve, Beca. You deserve a real Valentine's Day, or well…whatever this is."

"This is perfect," she murmured. "Thank you."

She kissed him again and then pulled away, taking a hold of his hand and pulling him toward the table.

"We better get eating. No one likes cold French fries."

"Now that is not entirely true," Jesse said, pulling out her seat for her. "It depends on how the cold French fries are consumed. The optimal choice, of course, is with barbecue sauce. However, ketchup will work in a pinch."

Beca shook her head, grinning slightly. "You are such a dork."

"Now, hot French fries," Jesse said, siting down. "There's only one true way to eat them."

Beca leaned forward. "And what was it that, Jesse?"

"Salt and pepper well."

"Salt and pepper well?" Beca asked incredulously. "I don't think that's a thing."

"What? It is most definitely a thing! Here, try it."

He made a quick well and gestured for her to try it. She hesitated before dragging her French fry through the salt and pepper. She popped it in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

"Well?" Jesse asked expectantly.

"Not half bad."

"Not half bad," he muttered, shaking his head. "I think your taste buds need to be checked."

She grinned and they continued their Valentine's Day meal.

"I am so full," Beca groaned, leaning back in her seat. "Why did you let me finish your fries?"

"You threatened me with bodily harm otherwise," he said, laughing. "You want me to come over there and rub your belly?"

"Come any closer and that threat of bodily harm will become less of a threat and more of a reality."

"So, I know we promised not to get each other anything," he began, standing up. "But, I sort of have something for you-"

"Jesse, we promised."

"I know, I know," he said dismissively. "But I didn't pay a penny for it. I promise."

Beca was mildly intrigued to see what this gift could be that cost him nothing, and she said, "Alright, I'll bite. What is it?"

He grinned a bit before walking over to the keyboard at the corner of the store. He sat down and said, "I wrote you a little something."

"What?"

"Now, don't get too excited," he said. "It's only a few lines. But, I heard it and it reminded me of you-"

"You heard it?"

He nodded. "I hear music. Sort of how the whole composing thing works."

She smiled slightly and said, "You heard me in music? I, uh…" she snorted, covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry, that's…"

She trailed off again and he responded by beginning to play. That was enough to effectively stop any laughter on her part. The melody he played was beautiful, and while she couldn't describe it, she could see herself in the piece. When he stopped she was speechless for the third time that night.

"Keeping your scathing remarks to yourself?" he teased.

"That was…" she trailed off, standing and walking over to him. She kissed him softly, hands framing his face. "You're too much sometimes, Jesse Swanson."

"So, you liked it?"

She nodded. "I more than liked it. You get some major boyfriend points for that." He pulled her onto his lap and she said, "I still don't have anything for you, though."

"I don't care."

"I do," she pressed. "You went and made me this song and-"

"I don't need anything," he told her firmly, kissing her cheek. "Having you is enough. Being here is enough."

She grinned, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, Jesse."

"Happy Valentine's, Becks."

A/N: Hope you all had a nice Valentine's Day!