A/N: Bit of a short one for you, let me know what you think :)

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

Jesse sat in the visitor's room, staring at the empty seat in front of him. The room was filled with other convicts talking to their friends and family, each pairing accompanied by an armed guard, each con cuffed to their chair.

Jesse drummed the fingers of his free hand on the table in front of him. Soon, he saw his mother walking towards him. She was given a quick pat down before she took the seat opposite him.

"Sorry I'm late," she said, not meeting his eye.

"It's fine," Jesse replied.

"How are you?" She asked, glancing up to take in his appearance. He had a couple of new bruises since she'd seen him in court, almost three weeks ago.

"Awesome," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"I had a thing with Beca," she said, "on the day you were sentenced."

Jesse's eyes snapped up. "What did you do?"

"I wanted her to know what she'd done to this family. What she'd done to you. So... So I yelled at her. Pushed her against a car. Then she started having a panic attack," she said.

"She was faking it, obviously," Jesse said, annoyed. "You saw her in court, she's a good actress."

"I don't know, Jesse," she said. "It didn't seem like she was faking to me."

"So what are you saying?" Jesse said, his temper rising. "You're saying you believe her?"

"Jesse, when you turned up at our house that day, bruised and dirty and stinking of petrol... You'd set fire to the cabin, hadn't you? You tried to cover your tracks."

"I can't believe you're saying this," he said. "I'm your son."

"My son wouldn't have done the things you did to that girl," she said, tears streaming down her face. "For god's sake Jesse, I thought I'd raised you better than that."

"Do you think you're a good mother? Really?" he said, his voice low and full of venom. "All those fucking mood swings. Pushing dad around. It's no wonder-"

"No wonder what?" She said, her voice just as harsh. "No wonder you beat and raped a girl you'd abducted?"

"If you don't believe me... If you believe that lying bitch... Then you should go. And I don't want to see you again," Jesse said, struggling to keep his voice calm. The officer by their table gave them a warning look.

"I'm sorry Jesse," she said, standing up. "I love you."

"Who pissed in your cornflakes?" His cell-mate Tony asked when he returned to his cell, furious.

"My mom is a stupid bitch," Jesse said, before explaining what had happened.

"Dude, why are you still trying to play this whole innocence thing? Like, everyone knows you did it, and shouting about what a lying bitch Beca is isn't going to get you out of here quicker," Tony said.

"I am innocent," Jesse said, his jaw clenched.

"Shut the fuck up," Tony sighed. "Even your mom doesn't believe you anymore. So why don't you stop whining, and start thinking of a way to get back at her for telling."

"What do you mean?" Jesse asked, stopping his pacing to look at him.

Tony smiled at him, patting the spot on the bed beside him. "Say there was a way we could help each other out here. Would you be interested?"

"Chloe, just open the damn letter," Aubrey said, exasperated. Chloe turned the letter over in her hands again. Inside the envelope, was a sheet of paper that let her know her final grades for the year. It would let her know if she could stay on at Barden to do her teacher training.

"Chlo', the suspense is killing me," Beca said.

Slowly, Chloe slipped the envelope open and slid the letter out. Beca and Aubrey watched, their breaths held in anticipation as Chloe's eyes scanned the paper.

"I passed," she said, breathing a sigh of relief and finally smiling. "And my grade is high enough for me to stay at Barden." Beca and Aubrey cheered and her tiny girlfriend squeezed her into a hug and kissed her.

"I'm so proud of you," Beca said, grinning.

"Well done Chloe," Aubrey said, hugging her best friend. "We need to celebrate. Shall we go out for dinner tonight? I can invite Stacie."

"Ooo, double date!" Chloe said, excitedly. Both girls turned to Beca, expectant looks on their faces. "Feel up to it?"

"Absolutely," Beca said, honestly. "Let's do it."

Jesse sat in the TV room, his leg jumping up and down as he watched the other men file in.

He spotted who he was looking for, a 6ft monster named Frankie. He had a shaved head and tattoos covered almost every inch of him.

Jesse waited, watching him. Eventually Frankie left the room and Jesse let out a mental sigh of relief when he wasn't followed by his friends. Jesse waited a few seconds before following him, down the corridor, towards his cell.

He passed Tony along the way who gave him a nod and slipped something into his hand.

Jesse followed Frankie into his room, rolling up his sleeved.

"This is from Tony," he said, deepening his voice, before stabbing him again and again in the back, targeting his kidneys.

Frankie cried out in agony and turned, swiping at Jesse, but he was already gone, leaving Frankie to bleed out in his cell.

He went to the showers and washed the blood from his hands and arms.

He shook with adrenaline and a feeling of power he hadn't felt in a while. It reminded him of how he felt when he had Beca to do as he wanted with. He closed his eyes, letting the cool water wash down his back. Soon, he'd have her back. He'd carried out his end of the deal. Even if Frankie survived, Tony still owed him.

Beca linked her hands with Chloe's under the table as they waited for their dessert. Her thumb ran across Chloe's knuckles as she listened to Stacie's story.

Chloe smiled, squeezing Beca's hand.

As Aubrey and Stacie broke off into their own conversation, Chloe turned to Beca, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"You doing okay?" She asked, quietly. Beca nodded.

"I was a bit anxious when we got here but I feel okay now. I feel good, actually," Beca said.

"Good," Chloe said, squeezing her hand again.

"I'm going to stay in Barden," Beca said. "I've decided. I'm going to major in music tech."

"For serious?" Chloe asked. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Beca said. "I want to be with you. And I want to be in Barden. I love you."

"I love you too," Chloe said, kissing her.

"You guys are gross," Aubrey said, smirking at them.

"Shut up, they're adorable," Stacie said, playfully hitting her arm. They spent the rest of the night talking and joking, Jesse far from their minds.

A/N: Another Author's Note! Just wanted to add that it's probably not very realistic that Jesse was able to shiv someone and go take a shower without getting caught but, hey, it's fiction so we can bend the truth a little :P