Author's Note: I've never done an AU before. But the idea is that Jesse starts his freshman year at Barden, rooms with Benji, and gets a job at the Radio station and he meets Beca Mitchel, a junior who is the station manager. If there's interest I'll continue the story. Thanks for reading!

"Hello," Jesse called into the seemingly empty studio. It was his first day and he was running late because he was still getting used to campus. Plus, Benji had asked him to listen to two different renditions of Since U Been Gone, the song for auditions this week, to see which one said Trebelmakers the most.

Jesse didn't know about the whole a cappella thing. He was all for organized nerd singing, but Bumper seemed like a dick. On the other hand, he wanted to be involved in music any way he could so maybe he should go for it.

"Anyone here?" He called out, trying to be louder than the mash up of Heroes by David Bowie and The Killer's All These Things That I've Done blasting through the speakers.

Finally he saw the booth, it seemed empty. He stuck his head in and was met with an unpleasant greeting.

"No freshman in the booth," a distinctively female voice barked at him.

"Sorry," he said, instinctively springing backwards and almost tripping over his own feet.

"It's fine," the voice replied "just don't do it again."

The source of the voice appeared from under the desk. What she had being doing down there was unclear, but what was clear is that she was absolutely beautiful. She had brown eyes, fair skin, and beautiful long auburn hair. Jesse was taken aback by her, forgetting to speak for a second.

"Are you Jesse?" Beca asked.

"Uh, yes," Jesse replied awkwardly "I'm Jesse."

"I thought you'd be a girl," Beca told him "Jesse's a girl's name."

"Or a boy's name," Jesse quipped "trust me. I'm a boy."

"I'll take your word for it," Beca said with a condescending smile. She handed him a crate full of records.

"So, let's go over the rules." She started. No freshman in the booth. I think you know that one now. Don't be late, already broke that one too."

"Sorry," Jesse mumbled.

"The last one's less of a rule and more of a rude awakening," she said, turning around to face him "I know you probably got into this because you love music and it was your adorable college dream to get your own show on the station, but for your first year, you'll mostly be stacking CDs and getting me lunch."

"Ouch," Jesse said.

"Sorry," Beca gave him a brief, but more genuine smile "we all have to pay our dues sometime."

"Even you?" Jesse asked, trying to get a smile out of her.

"Way before your time," Beca told him.

She returned to the booth.

Jesse followed her, stopping at the doorway.

"This mash up is great," he offered "who mixed it?"

"Me," Beca told him, putting her feet up.

"You produce?" He asked her, more impressed with her by the second "That's amazing."

"Shouldn't you be stacking CDs?" she asked him.

"Right," Jesse nodded.

"I'll need you get my lunch in about an hour," Beca told him, smiling at his attempts to get to know her.

"Yes ma'am," Jesse saluted her before returning to the stacks.

Beca smiled to herself. He wasn't the worst.