After saying the vows and cutting the cake, Tom informed guests that the band will take requests, so Jesse made his way to him to ask him to sing a song.

"Hey Tom", Jesse greeted as he watched Tom drink from a bottle of water.

"Jesse" He said as he put down the bottle.

"You guys are on fire!" Jesse complimented.

"Thanks man" Tom grinned.

"I know you must have got tons of song requests," Jesse started to say.

"What will it be?" he asked.

"Don't you forget about me by simple minds." Jesse requested and Tom just shook his head, "Pick another one, someone else already asked me to sing it,"

Jesse smiled to himself, he was sure it was Beca.

"Okay, lemme think of another one."

"Take your time" Tom shrugged then added, "you're going to dedicate your song to Beca, right?"

Jesse nodded.

Tom snapped his fingers, "I could sing Jessie's girl,"

"Unless you're in love with her!" Jesse exclaimed in horror.

"What? No!" Tom shook his head.

"Then what the fuck, man?!"

"Wait, I'm sorry." Tom apologized "It's totally inappropriate to sing that." he realized.

"Glad you noticed. I'll get back to you later when I think of something." Jesse patted his shoulder before he walked away.

Hearing the intro to don't you forget about me, Jesse looked up and scanned the place for Beca, then felt a tapping on his shoulder.

"Looking for someone?" Beca asked.

"Yes." He nodded.

"Tell me what this person looks like and I'll help you find them." Beca shrugged.

"Well, it's a she," he started to say.

"Not a lot but I can work with that." Beca nodded then looked around "It narrows it down to half the people in here" she looked around.

"And she's standing in front of me." he gave her his hand "Join me in this dance, madame?" he asked

"Of course, Herr" she took his hand, noting his confusion she sighed, "Herr's German for sir."

They walked to the dance floor.

"You know German. Huh, now I know why you don't like fun things." He wrapped his arms around her waist and watched her chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"This is probably our last dance as man and wife." Jesse eyed her as her smile was replaced with a frown before she rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Yep" she said while gently scratching the back of his neck.

"I shouldn't have said that, I just ruined your mood. I'm sorry" he apologized. Why did it ruin my mood? Beca wondered. Jesse seemed cool with getting a divorce and yet she was still feeling bad about it.

She kept telling herself that she was feeling bad because he wanted them to stay married and was hurt but Jesse being his supportive self didn't show it.

It was partially true. Jesse was keeping his frustration to himself because as he already told her, it would be selfish of him to be mad at her for not wanting to stay married to him. She wasn't ready and he understood that. Yet she couldn't not feel a hole in her heart whenever their divorce was mentioned.

Jesse wasn't saying anything which was to her very out of character, but it didn't take her long before she understood why. She told him not to presume and act on what he thought she wanted.

Beca kinda hoped he'd say something and tell her that she was making a mistake, but he wasn't saying anything.

As they danced to their song, she started to get angry at herself for being so indecisive and at Jesse for making her co-dependent. When the song came an end Beca removed her arms from around his neck. "Excuse me" she avoided looking at him before she walked away.

"Becs?" Jesse called as he watched her walk away and followed her when she ignored him.

"Beca wait!" he paced after her.

"Not now Jesse" she deadpanned.

"Not now what?" he asked in confusing as he fell into step with her. She didn't reply.

"Beca?" he reached for her hand and she pulled away and started to walk faster before she pushed the door to the ladies room. Jesse didn't think twice before he got in after her.

"What's wrong Beca?" he asked in a low voice when he noticed that they weren't alone.

"Please leave me alone" she looked at him through the mirror.

"Not until you tell why you're acting like this," he stuffed his hands in his pockets and watched her rest her hands on the edge of the sink.

"Jesus Christ, leave me alone!" she lashed out turning to face him then closed her eyes realizing they weren't alone before she pushed him out of the way and walked out of the restroom.

"Beca," he called as he ran after her, she was pacing towards the entrance when he reached her he called her name again.

"What?" she turned to him "Leave me alone for five fucking minutes!" she yelled

"Tell me what's wrong first." he shook his head.

"You tell me." she gestured to him.

"What?" he said in confusion.

"You know what? Never mind." she shrugged then continued to walk away.

"Why are you yelling at me? What did I do to you?" he asked and heard her groan before she stopped walking.

"I don't get it" she turned on her heels and threw her hands in the air "I don't get why you're okay with us getting divorced. It's totally unlike you not to stay quiet and keep your thoughts to yourself."

Jesse ran his fingers through his hair as he watched her.

"You're too fucking great and nice to me and I feel like a dick doing this to you, to us."

"Beca do you really want a divorce?" he asked when she went quiet. He took her silence for a no. "What do you want then?" he asked her not hiding his frustration.

"I don't know" she said in a low voice.

"Well figure it out" he shrugged before he took off the bow tie and stuffed it in his pocket. "Cause this is not a game that you can pause whenever you don't feel like playing, this is our fucking life together as a couple—don't expect me to just watch you wreck what we have because you don't know what you want." he turned on his heels and left her standing at the entrance.

"You don't look cheerful, and I'm worried" Stacie said watching Jesse sit down while he unbuttoned a few buttons. He grabbed the champagne glass from her hand and drowned it.

"Your friend is driving me insane, and I don't know what to do with her. I step in she'll tell me that I should let her handle things on her own. I respect what she wants and don't step in she'll tell me that I'm not being myself" he buried his face in his hands.

"Buddy that's just how women roll" Stacie shrugged

Beca and Jesse haven't told anyone yet about their plans to get a divorce for no particular reason so Jesse decided to tell Stacie because if he didn't tell anyone what was going he was going to lose it.

"Beca wants a divorce" he looked up. "But doesn't wanna break up."

Stacie sat up.

Jesse sighed before he continued to talk "I'm okay with it, as long as she's with me I don't mind. She says that she isn't ready for a commitment as big as marriage now that she figured it's more than a piece of paper." Jesse rubbed his temples, "Now she just told me that she doesn't know what she wants."

"My friend is a very fucked up woman" Stacie said.

"Don't call her that" Jesse said defensively.

"I take that you were fighting with Beca?" Stacie asked.

"No, she just yelled at him like she usually does when she's angry at anything." he leaned against the chair. "we didn't fight.—I'm gonna go find something stronger than champagne." he placed his blazer on the chair before he walked away.

Beca was walking when she heard Stacie call her name so she made her way to where she was sitting.

"What's up?" Beca took a seat.

"You will end up having a nervous breakdown if you don't figure out what you want." Stacie leaned against the chair. Nervous breakdown was a long shot but Stacie knew it was a good reason to get Beca to talk.

"Jesse was here, and the word frustration doesn't begin to cover it" Stacie sighed eyeing Beca. "He filled me in, you can skip to what you're feeling and what you wanna do." she continued as she watched her friend rub her temples.

"It is a fucking mess in my head right now, I honestly don't know what the fuck do I want, and I can't keep dragging Jesse with me." She shrugged "it's not fair, he deserves better."

"You don't think you're good enough for him?" Stacie asked.

"Oh I know I'm not good enough for him." Beca chuckled humorlessly.

"Leave that for him to decide." Stacie advised.

"Where's Jesse?" Beca asked looking around her "This is his" she turned to the blazer that was hung on the chair she was sitting on.

"He said he was going to find something stronger than champagne."

"How long ago was that?" Beca stuffed her hands in the pockets to see if he took his phone with him and he didn't.

"Twenty, thirty minutes ago, maybe a little more?" Stacie shrugged "Why do you look like I just told you someone burnt your music equipment?"

"You know he can't hold his liquor Stacie." Beca ran a hand on her face. "I need to go look for him and find him before he does something stupid."

"You don't have to." Stacie nodded behind Beca.

"This is not good." Beca said watching Jesse stand in front of a keyboard and Tom drag place the mic stand for him.

"Attention everyone," Jesse said to the mic as he placed it on the stand, "Thank you." he thanked them when they gave him their attention.

Beca stood up and watched him try to stay put.

"So, I'm Jewish—Well my mother is Jewish and she told me that since she's Jewish I'm automatically a Jew—Anyway, I don't celebrate Christmas and it's May, but I really like this song. It's a classic" He shrugged "Becaaaw, this one is for you" He grinned pointing at her. Stacie audibly laughed when he started to play the intro to All I Want For Christmas Is You.

"Look at the bright side, he could have picked Becky to sing." Stacie said as she tried to control her laugher.

"Shut up." Beca glanced at her.

Despite being worried he'd fall a break a bone. Beca couldn't help but smile whenever he grinned at her. His voice was doing things to her, and feeling people's eyes on her was making her uncomfortable.

It was a roller coaster of emotions, that she was going through as he sang.

She gasped when he stumbled but didn't fall thanks to the bassist that pulled him back.

"I've never seen anymore get as energetic as Jesse when he's drunk." Stacie remarked.

"I know, it's like he's high on Cocaine," Beca agreed.

She didn't know what she wanted their relationship wise but the same warm and fuzzy feeling he always gave her was still there as she walked his way. She didn't question her feelings for him.

Watching Jesse step away from the keyboard, Beca exhaled. She really had to figure out what she wanted. Not fair to the guy that was making his way to her in heavy steps with a stupid grin on his face.

Why is it so complicated? Beca asked herself. It shouldn't be, he loved her, and she loved him. Where's the happily ever after that movies keep on shoving down people's throat.

"You're such a weirdo." she said reaching him and he shrugged. Beca cupped his face and kissed him. "Let's sober your ass up." she said against his lips then reached for his hand.

"Okay" he nodded and took her lead.

"Jesse, don't move. I'm gonna go find you some coffee or energy drink to sober up." she told him as he sat down on the chair facing Stacie.

"Stay here." she held his chin and didn't let go until he nodded.

"What the hell was he drinking?" Stacie asked. Jesse looked very out of it.

"Vodka." Beca answered. The taste of Vodka was strong when they kissed. "Don't let him move." she pointed at Stacie before she started to walk away. Jesse followed her with his eyes then turned back to Stacie.

"You think she liked the song?" Jesse asked.

"Yes" Stacie nodded then watched Jesse start to tap his fingers on the table and hum along to the song that the band started playing, I won't dance by frank Sinatra.

"Here, you're buying me a coffee and will come back in less than 15 minutes, there's a Starbucks that is like five minutes from here, it's down the street." Beca handed a teenager, who she's probably related to, a 100 dollar bill.

"Keep the change." she said as she watched him eye the bill.

"Thank you" he looked up.

"Now go" she gestured with her hand. "If you don't come back, in 15 minutes I'm telling your mother." she looked knowingly at him. "Yeah, I saw you." she nodded. She didn't see him do anything, and was bluffing but he looked worried when she stood in front of. He had the look of someone who was doing something they shouldn't be doing.

Her glare worked because he nodded "Yes ma'am" he started to pace away.

"Here, drink these." Beca placed a bottle of water and a coffee on the table.

"That was fast." Stacie said.

"Thank you." Beca glanced at her briefly then grabbed a chair and sat next to Jesse.

"C'mon Jesse." Beca rested her hand on the back his neck when he didn't reach for any of the drinks. "I need you sober." she tiled his head to face her.

"I think you meant to say in your pants—you're not wearing any but you get the point." Stacie snorted "Also, dress means easy access." she winked.

Beca turned to glare at her for giving Jesse ideas, because his hand went for her waist before he slowly moved it until he rested it on her thigh and started to rub his hand on it in a way that wasn't helping with the way she was already feeling.

"Stop that" She grabbed his hand and held it. "Drink" she gave him the bottle of water.

She rested her hand on his shoulder while grabbing a glass of champagne from the waiter that was walking by her.

"Becs?" Jesse called her as he placed the empty bottle down. She looked up from the glass she was staring at.

"Did you like it, the song I sang for you?" he asked doubtfully.

"I fucking loved it, and I love you." She leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips "I'm sorry I'm doing this to you." she apologized under her breath.

"Aunt Beca?" Lea's voice made Beca look behind her.

"Kiddo?" Beca eyed the kid.

"Mommy said to come look for you"

"What's wrong?" Beca asked.

"She said you could take me ask for a song." Lea shyly looked at her feet, and Beca couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable she thought Lea looked.

"Sure." Beca nodded before she finished the glass of champagne then stood up. Taking Lea's hand she turned to Stacie.

"I know, don't let him move." Stacie nodded.

Jesse titled his head and kept watching Beca as she walked away "Becs has a nice ass." he said as he turned back to face Stacie.

"Are you starting to sober up?" she leaned forward to eye him. Better vision to check Beca out meant sobering up, to Stacie.

"It's still blurry, I just know she has a nice ass." he picked up the coffee and took a sip. "And a great smile" he smiled to himself. He then started to give Stacie details about her friend and how she's perfect. It was cute at first but the more he talked the more detailed it got. Stacie was hoping Beca would come back soon, but she saw her get called by her aunt, which meant more of Jesse's rant.

"Thank god!" Stacie exclaimed when Beca came back. "What took you so long?"

"Bridesmaid shit" Beca replied, "Why, What did he do?" she asked as she titled her head to look at Jesse.

"I know enough amazing things about you now I'd marry you myself for how great you are." Stacie got on her feet and stormed off.

"What?" Beca looked her way in puzzlement before she shrugged then smiled at the goofy grin Jesse held when she looked at him. "You're still drunk" she said more to herself as she took a seat. "Except, maybe you're not" she looked at him thoughtfully then leaned in to get a better look at his eyes. His pupils were bigger than they should be. "Jesse did you smoke something?" she asked and he nodded "Great. What?" she questioned.

"Pot" he answered then chuckled.

"How's your vision?" she asked as she eyed him.

"Fine" he shrugged.

"At least now I won't have to worry about you falling and hurting yourself." she murmured leaning against her chair then tilted her head when she heard him drag his chair her way. He threw his arm over her shoulder and pulled her to him. Leaning against his chest, she felt him place a kiss on her head.

"How are the bridesmaid duties going?" he asked and she smiled.

"Exhausting" she closed her eyes.

"I can help if you want." he offered.

"I appreciate the offer, but it's okay, I got this"

"Okay" he rubbed her arm.

They stayed in comfortable silence until Beca heard someone call her name and she had to go.

"Don't do anything stupid" She cupped Jesse's face before she got on her feet.

He nodded.

"Promise?"

"Promise" he leaned up and kissed her. "Becs?" he called her she turned on her heels.

"Yes?" she tilted her head.

He got up. "What are you looking at?" Jesse nodded at a guy that was staring at Beca before he wrapped Beca in his arms to keep him from looking at her.

"Dude, I can't deal with your jealousy right now." She looked up.

"Wear my blazer." He kept looking at the guy until he looked away.

"Fine" she sighed. Jesse reached for his blazer without letting go of her then step back and watched her wear it. "Happy?" Beca asked and he nodded.

"Why did you call me back?" she asked.

"I forgot." he reached over and adjusted the blazer.

Walking to where she was called, Beca knew that Jesse should start sobering up pretty soon, pot could only last so long.

By the time he sobered up, Jesse made his way to Beca.

He debated whether or not to go to her, but seeing her faking interest in a conversation made him decide to go and save her.

"Hi." He smiled politely at the guests that Beca was stuck with them then looked down at Beca "I'm gonna steal her for a second."

"You have a really great voice" The guest complimented.

"Thank you." Jesse thanked them then took Beca's hand before they walked away.

"Sorry about the scene I made." he apologized letting go of her hand as they continued to walk.

"It's alright" Beca glanced at him, he didn't look happy.

"Where did you get the pot?" she asked when they stopped walking.

"Some kids were smoking" Jesse informed her. "I played the responsible adult and took it away, then smoked it myself" he shrugged

"Was one of these kids wearing a green tie and had hazel eyes?" she asked. He nodded

"Fuck" she swore under breath. It was the kid she asked to buy the coffee. "And the vodka?" she asked

"A cousin of yours, I think he's an alcoholic." he ran his fingers through his hair.

"You okay?" Beca asked when he kept looking into nothing.

"Nope," he tilted his head to look at her.

"What did you want to talk me about?" she knew her question was dumb but didn't know how to pick up where they left.

"I just came to get you out of the conversation you were stuck in." he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "And apologize for what I did."

Beca nodded eyeing him. He was really pissed off and was doing a lot of self-control.

"I know you're mad. I'm sorry I yelled at you." she apologized

"You think I'm mad because you yelled at me?"

"No, I know—"

"You don't" he cut her off "You think you do but you don't—" he ran a hand on his face then sighed "Figure out what you want" he deadpanned. "I don't know how long I roll whatever it is you're doing." He gestured with his hand at her.

He was more frustrated than mad at her. And because he knew her, he knew being harsh would work. Two years were enough to know how her brain worked. If she didn't have anything to risk losing, she won't make up her mind.

Beca nodded at his words then cleared her throat feeling a lump.

To Jesse she looked like a lost puppy, she was one harsh word a word away from breaking down. "C'mere" he pulled her in a hug, and she rested her head on his chest then closed her eyes.

"You are really all I want, not just for Christmas" Jesse murmured placing a kiss on her head as he tightly hugged her. "Make up your mind" he placed a kiss on her forehead before he removed his arms from around her and walked away grabbing a glass of champagne from the waiter that was walking by.

Beca watched him walk away then went and served herself cake. She placed down the plate to check the e-mail she got. It was from her attorney informing her that the divorce papers were ready and that she could go pick them up on Monday. She swallowed the cake after realizing she has stopped chewing when she read the e-mail.

AN: So, I recently remembered something that I forgot to include which means I'm gonna be doing some rewriting for what I haven't uploaded yet.

Songs mentioned: Jessie's girl by Rick springfield, All I want for christmas by Mariah Carey and Becky by be your own pet.