A/N: Hi! It took me a while to upload this chapter because, as you can see, it's pretty long. I'm certain it'll be the longest chapter of the story. I hope you like it, it was very difficult to write. Please, try your best to leave a review. Sometimes I need motivation, and your lovely comments give it to me. Enjoy :)

Four months later…

March, 2013

Beca Mitchell was stressed. It wasn't common for her to feel that way, but Finals were just around the corner and a lot of things weren't ready yet. The Bellas were defending their title for the first time, but if they wanted to be champions again, there was an obstacle they had to overcome first: the Trebles. Beca knew it was not going to be easy, mostly because the guys had improved their game as they wanted to recover their lost crown. The fact that the Trebles and the Bellas had a long history of hating each other wasn't helping, either, and even though they had learned to tolerate each other a little more, it had become a personal dispute between Beca and Jesse. They were both pretty competitive, and they wanted to win at any cost. So much, that they had concentrated all their efforts in preparing their respective groups for the competition.

Three days before the Finals, after rehearsals, the Bellas were still making last-minute adjustments to their repertoire.

"Beca, what if instead of singing the chorus I do the bridge?"

"That bass note has been giving me a lot of trouble, Beca. I think Chloe should do it instead."

"Maybe we should drop that part of the song and replace it with another one. What do you think, Beca?"

They were driving her nuts. For some reason she couldn't explain, it had been a lot easier the previous year.

"Stacie, you can't sing the bridge because it goes better with Cynthia-Rose's voice. But if you want to, you can sing the first verse and I'll sing the chorus. Cynthia-Rose, if you don't think you can hit the note, exchange your part with Chloe —only if she agrees. And Fat Amy, I agree with you. That verse doesn't really fit, it'd be better if we replace it with another one," she took a deep breath. "Anything else?"

The girls shook their heads.

"Okay, then. I'll see you guys tomorrow, 4:00 p.m. sharp."

They all began to pick up their stuff, except Chloe. The redhead stood beside Beca, who was too busy rubbing her temples in a vain attempt to feel less stressed.

"So, what are you and Jesse doing for your big night?" She asked, with mischief.

"What?"

"Your big night! Now listen, I know you are not into cheesy stuff, okay? But this is no ordinary occasion. I would recommend a romantic dinner with candles, flowers and music. A homemade gift is not out of the question. Now, in case you don't feel like going out, you could spend the whole evening watching movies together or playing videogames."

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Come on Beca, don't tell me you forgot tomorrow is your one-year anniversary!"

"Oh, that," Beca said, and sighed. "No, I didn't forget it. It's just I don't think we'll do anything especial."

"What? Why?" Chloe asked, disappointed.

"Finals are three days away, and we are both very busy right now."

"Well, yeah, but—"

"Besides, we haven't talked in like two weeks."

"Wait, wait, wait," Chloe said, as she flashed her palm at Beca. "You haven't talked to your boyfriend in two weeks?"

"That's what I just said, yeah."

"Beca!"

"Hey, don't scold me," Beca defended herself. "It was a mutual agreement. We knew our relationship could compromise our commitment to our respective groups."

"Hold on," Chloe said, as she scratched her head. "You two agreed not to have sex for two weeks because you feared it would affect your objectivity?"

"Yeap."

"As in you letting the Trebles win just to make him happy, and vice versa?"

"Pretty much."

"Okay, that's stupid."

"It works for us, it's a win-win."

"But Beca, the one-year anniversary is a big milestone! Most couples I've known don't surpass the first month."

"I know, but it's not like Jesse has called me or shown any interest in the matter, either."

"Come on, Jesse is obviously into that stuff."

"Maybe he's just as busy as I am," Beca said, as she kept her laptop in her bag and picked up the rest of her things.

We'll see. Chloe said to herself.

Chloe found Jesse at Barden's dining hall roughly ten minutes after her conversation with Beca. She was almost certain the whole 'mutual agreement' was an excuse Beca had invented to stop her friend from asking anymore questions. Chloe knew her too well, and although she was aware Beca was a lost cause, Jesse was a complete different thing. He was a hopeless romantic at heart, just like she was, and Chloe was going to use it at her advantage.

She waited until the two guys who were sharing the table with him left to intercept him.

"Hi Jesse!" she happily greeted him, as she sat next to him.

"Hi Chloe!" he greeted her back, with a smile. "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. A bit hungry."

"Would you like some fries?" he said, as he offered her his plate.

"Oh, delicious! I haven't eaten since this morning. I think I'll get myself a grilled cheese sandwich."

"Why?"

"I love cheese, it's God's perfect food."

He laughed.

"No, I meant why you haven't eaten since this morning."

"Oh, I had back to back classes and then a three-hour rehearsal."

"Are you guys ready for the Finals?"

"I can't tell you, you are the competition."

"But we are friends first, aren't we?"

"I'm your girlfriend's best friend, there's a difference," she corrected him. "You should ask her instead of me," she said, and winked at him.

"You bet I will," he said, and continued eating.

Now is the right time.

"Hey, speaking of Beca, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"About what?"

Figures. Guys never remember anniversaries.

"For your anniversary. Or did you forget?"

"I always remember anniversaries."

Okay, there are exceptions to every rule.

"The thing is we haven't talked about it."

"Why?" Chloe asked, pretending she didn't know anything.

He shrugged.

"I guess we've both been really busy lately."

"But Jesse, it's your anniversary. It's pretty important!"

"I wish we could go out and celebrate, but what can I do? We haven't even seen each other in two weeks."

"Okay, do you want my advice?" He nodded. "Why don't you go see Beca? That way, you can both figure out your very busy schedules and plan something really fun for tomorrow. What do you think?"

"I don't know," he shook his head. "What if Beca doesn't want us to celebrate our anniversary?"

"You'll never know if you don't ask her. Maybe she hasn't said anything because she doesn't want to be one of those girls who get all crazy over anniversaries."

He remained silent, as if weighing her words.

"You are right," he said, with enthusiasm. "Do you know if she's at the Bella house?"

"She must be, unless she's as hungry as I am and wants to eat something before going to bed."

"I'm going to talk to her," he said, as he got to his feet. "Are you going to stay here?"

"Yeah, I'm starving."

"If she comes here, would you tell her I'm looking for her?"

"Of course."

"Chloe, you are the best," he grabbed his jacket and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You can eat the fries if you want."

"Oh, thanks!" She said, as Jesse left the dining hall in a hurry.

Stacie was eating cornflakes while watching Project Runway when she heard the doorbell ring. She opened the door and was surprised to see Jesse standing outside.

"Oh, hi Jesse!"

"Hi Stacie. Can I come in?"

"Sure."

Then went inside, and Stacie turned off the TV.

"We haven't seen you around here lately."

"I've been busy, I'm sorry I abandoned you."

Jesse and the Bellas had a very good relationship, mostly because he was Beca's boyfriend, but also because the girls liked him and considered him a good friend.

"Can I get you anything? Not that we have much food around here, but some water, a soda?"

"No, thanks; I just ate."

"Okay."

"Is Beca home? I'd like to talk to her."

"Yeah, she's in her room. I'll call her for you."

"Thank you, Stacie."

Beca was busy arranging the songs the Bellas were going to sing at the Finals, when she heard Stacie climbing up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Hey Beca, are you busy?"

"A little. What's up?"

"Someone's looking for you."

"Who?" Beca asked as she quickly typed on her computer, not paying much attention to her friend.

"Your boyfriend."

"Jesse?"

"What, do you have another one?" Stacie said, and laughed at her own joke.

"Did he say what he wants?"

"Nope. Do you want me to tell him you are busy?"

"No, no, no, I'll go," she said. She went downstairs as Stacie went into the room she shared with Chloe. When she got to the living room, she saw Jesse quietly sitting on one of the couches.

"Hi, weirdo. What are you doing here?"

"Do I need to have a reason to visit my girlfriend?" He said, and stood up. They kissed, and it felt so good after almost two weeks of not seeing each other.

"No, of course not. It's just we had agreed not to see each other until after the Finals."

"I know, but I really needed to talk to you," he said, in a very loving way.

"Well then, I'm all ears."

"I'd like us to do something tomorrow for our anniversary," he said, and held her hands.

"Oh," he had caught her off-guard. "Like what?"

"I don't know, maybe we could go for some breakfast, or to the movies, or to grab a slice at that pizza place we went for Benji's birthday. The truth is I don't really care, as long as I get to spend the day with you," he smiled. "What do you say?"

"I'd love to, Jesse, but I don't think I can."

"Why not?" He asked, sadness covering his face.

"I have a lot of things to do. The ICCAs are this weekend and we still don't have our complete set list. We have made a lot of last-minute changes, and tomorrow we have a very important rehearsal."

"But it won't last all day, and you have a lot of free hours. Surely, you can make some room in your schedule so we can spend the afternoon together, or the morning."

"I'm sorry, Jess, but I simply don't have the time. We'll have to leave it for another day, after this whole thing is over."

"I see. Well, what can I tell you?" Jesse said, and shrugged. He seemed clearly disappointed, and Beca noticed a trace of anger in his eyes.

"Come on, don't get mad at me."

"Why do you think I'm mad at you?"

"I know you too well, I can tell when something is bothering you."

"Well, you aren't always right."

She crossed her arms, defensively.

"Why don't you tell me at once? It's obvious you are mad at me because I'm not available to celebrate our anniversary with you."

"The fact that you are not available doesn't bother me, what bothers me is that you are not even trying to pretend you're interested in celebrating our anniversary."

She laughed.

"That's a load of crap, Jesse."

Jesse looked at her, not dissimulating his anger anymore.

"Oh, so that's what my feelings are to you? A load of crap?"

"What? No!" She said, and stopped laughing. "I don't think you are understanding my point. Of course I'd rather spend the day with you, but I tell you again: I'm the arranger. It's my job to mix the songs; they can't do this without me."

"All I'm asking for is one hour, tops."

"Jesus, you are so stubborn!" She said, exasperated.

"Oh, I'm stubborn? You never admit when you are wrong, you don't give in!"

"You really don't get it, do you? Is it so difficult to understand?"

"Are you calling me stupid?"

"Maybe I am!"

The conversation had quickly taken a turn for the worse.

"You know, Jesse? You can be really selfish."

"Selfish because I want to spend time with you?"

"No, because when something doesn't go your way, you act like a spoiled child."

"Well, if you think I'm such a stupid, selfish and spoiled child, why are you with me?"

"You are right. Maybe we should break up."

"Maybe we should."

There was an awkward silence. Beca suddenly realized what had just happened. A part of her wanted to apologize, but the other one thought it was too late for that.

"I'd better go," Jesse said, in a grimly tone. He left the house, and Beca didn't stop him.

Instead, she went upstairs and into her room.

Unknown to Beca and Jesse, the Bellas had listened to their conversation from start to finish. Now, the eight girls weren't exactly sure of what they were supposed to do or say.

"I don't think I'd ever heard them fight like that before," Cynthia-Rose said, in a whisper.

"I don't think I'd ever heard them fight at all," Stacie pointed out, with concern. "This is bad."

"What will happen now?"

"I have no idea."

"Should we do something?" Fat Amy asked.

"Like what?"

"Anything! If they don't reconcile, we will suffer the consequences."

"I don't know; I don't think Beca is in a particularly good mood right now. It would be stupid of us to bother her."

In that moment, they heard the door opening. It was Chloe, who was back from the dining hall. She went upstairs, and found the girls anxiously standing outside Beca's room.

"Hi girls, what's up?"

"Chloe, thank God you are here!" Cynthia-Rose said, as soon as she saw the redhead.

"Is something wrong?"

"Beca and Jesse had a fight. A big one."

"What?!"

"Yeah, I know what you must be thinking: 'Beca and Jesse don't fight!' But trust me, this time they did."

"But why? What happened?"

"You remember their anniversary is tomorrow, right? He came over because he wanted them to spend the day together, do something special," Stacie quickly explained. "Beca told him she didn't have time, Jesse tried to convince her, she refused. He got mad, then she got mad. Long story short, they started arguing and things got ugly."

"How ugly?"

"They talked about breaking up."

"No!" Chloe exclaimed, and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Her exact words were: 'Maybe we should break up', and he answered: 'Maybe we should'."

"Oh, God. Why did she do that?"

"Hey, you know Beca. When she's angry, she has no filter."

Much to Chloe's dismay, Cynthia-Rose had an excellent point.

"Where is she right now?"

The girls pointed at Beca's door.

"She went in there after Jesse left, and hasn't come out ever since. We think she locked herself in."

"It's been forty minutes."

Chloe covered her head with her hands, in desperation.

"Ugh, it is all my fault. Damn it, why can't I just mind my own business for once?!" She said, and began hitting herself on the head.

"What do you mean?" Stacie asked.

"Beca told me she and Jesse hadn't been spending much time together, and that they didn't even have plans for their anniversary. I understand couples don't have to be together all the time, but they hadn't seen or talked to each other in two weeks. I know it's none of my business, but I didn't want them to be strained. After the rehearsal I went looking for him, I told him anniversaries were a big thing and all of that, and practically convinced him to come and talk to Beca about it."

"You did not!"

"I thought she would like the idea, okay? She loves spending time with Jesse, and they have been together for a year. A year! How was I supposed to know she was going to react the way she did?"

"Beca was not in a good mood. I guess he kind of irritated her."

"I agree with Cynthia-Rose."

"What should we do?" Chloe asked Stacie. The tall brunette didn't answer right away.

"I don't think there's something we can do. Maybe this whole thing is just a cool off; in that case, we should wait until they calm themselves. When they are ready, they will talk like civilized human beings and they will solve their differences."

"No, they won't," Chloe said. "I know them. Beca is proud, she will not look for him even if she's dying inside. And Jesse probably feels like she offended him. The more time it passes, the more difficult it'll be for them to reconcile."

"What's your suggestion, then?"

"I need to talk to Beca. I will fix this."

"Ginger, don't you think you have already done enough? Maybe it would be better to leave things the way they are now."

"It's my fault hell broke loose in the first place, so it's my job to fix it. And I will," Chloe repeated, with determination.

The Bellas lived in a three-story house roughly half a mile away from Barden, next door from the Treble house. The house had a kitchen, dining room, living room, a small backyard, and five dormitories in which the ten girls slept. The room Beca shared with Fat Amy was located in the top floor of the house. For years it had been used as an attic, but the two girls remodeled it and transformed it into a lovely space that looked more like a small apartment than a college dormitory. The door was located at the bottom of a stair, which gave the room a sense of privacy that was difficult to find in a house with ten people living in it.

Chloe waited until all the Bellas had gone to sleep to go knock on Beca's door. She knew there was a great chance her friend would ignore her knocks, and even if she let her into her room, nothing guaranteed she would listen to what she had to say. Still, Chloe knew she had to try it, as there was too much at stake.

"Beca," she said, as she knocked on the door. "Beca, it's Chloe. Can I come in, please? I need to talk to you."

There was no answer.

"Beca, are you in there?"

Of course she is, don't be stupid. What kind of question is that?

Then, she heard Beca's voice from upstairs.

"Come in, Chlo."

Chloe went inside the room and saw Beca lying in her bed, her laptop in her legs and her Beats around her neck.

"What are you doing up so late?" Chloe asked her, trying to sound as casual as she could. It wasn't really that late, but she couldn't think of a better opening line.

"No particular reason. Besides, it's only midnight. It's not that late."

"I thought you were going to go to the dining hall. I waited for you for almost an hour."

"I wasn't hungry, I'm sorry."

If upset, Beca didn't show. She was very good at hiding her feelings, an ability that frustrated Chloe. It was always better to confront her. Otherwise, she wouldn't say a word.

"Listen, Beca," she said, as she sat in her bed beside her. "The girls told me about your fight with Jesse."

"Of course those noisy bitches heard it all," Beca said, and kept typing. Chloe closed the laptop without asking Beca, and her fingers got caught.

"Hey!" Beca protested.

"Listen to me when I'm talking to you!"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want to chop off my fingers?"

"Why did you two fight, Beca? What did you do?"

"Why do you think I was the one who something wrong?"

"Because I know you. Just tell me at once, I will find out anyway."

Beca tossed her laptop aside in her bed, and crossed her arms. She told Chloe everything about her fight with Jesse, including the part in which they broke up.

"In my defense," Beca said, as Chloe shook her head, "I was so mad I don't even remember what I said. I wasn't thinking clearly."

"That makes sense. When you are angry, you say things that you don't really mean."

"Now, I won't deny he caught me in a bad mood, but he was being too insistent."

"He is Jesse, he is always insistent. I thought you had learned to love that part of him."

"Damn it, Chloe. Which side are you in?"

"This is not about sides, Beca, it's about what's right."

"So you think it was my fault we fought?"

"No, I don't. And it wasn't Jesse's either."

"Then whose?"

Chloe took a deep breath.

"It was mine."

Beca looked at her friend, with surprise.

"What?"

"I'm the one responsible you two fought."

"Can you please explain yourself?"

"After the rehearsal, I went looking for Jesse. I found him at the dining hall, and I convinced him to come talk to you about doing something for your anniversary. He would have respected your agreement if it hadn't been for me," Chloe lowered her head, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Beca. I never meant for any of this to happen."

Beca looked at her friend, first in disbelief, then in shock, and finally, in anger.

"Why would you do something like that?"

"You have come a long way, and I didn't think you two spending your anniversary apart was right. Not after everything you've gone through."

"What goes on between me and Jesse is none of your business, Chloe."

"You are right, it's none of my business," Chloe said, hurt. "I was only trying to help, but I realize I made a terrible mistake. But I only did it because I care for you guys, and I never thought it would all end this way," she made a small pause. "Beca, let me ask you something: did you really want to break up with Jesse, or was it something you said in the heat of the moment?"

Beca didn't answer her friend's question right away. Instead she covered her face with her hands.

"Of course I didn't want to break up with him, I don't even know why I said those things."

"You wanna know what I think?" Beca nodded. "I think you got scared."

"Of what?"

"Of you and Jesse lasting this much. You didn't think you would last beyond the first month, and here you are a year later. You have grown too attached to him, and you hate yourself for that. That's why you went from 0 to 100 in thirty seconds in your first real fight, and broke up with him out of nowhere. Things are getting serious between you two. It's not that you don't love him anymore —because you do—, it's because you have fear of commitment."

Beca weighed her friend's words.

"I don't think I have fear of commitment, it's more like fear of intimacy. Ever since I was a child, I push people away emotionally or retreat from their affection. I don't rely on others out of fear of being hurt. I experienced a lot of rejection and that's why I shut down. It's a lot easier than getting screwed over and over again by the people you love."

"Beca, you should really see my therapist."

"I don't need a therapist, I just need to stop doing this to myself. The only thing is I don't know how."

"Why don't you talk to him? But now, without screaming at each other."

"I don't think he wants to see me. I called him stupid."

"And he called you stubborn. Let's be honest, Beca; you both behaved like assholes. But Jesse loves you more than anything on this world. He's probably feeling hurt, just like you. I bet he's dying to see you, just like you are dying to see him."

Beca didn't know what to do. She didn't want to be one of those girls who begged guys to stay with them. On the other hand, she didn't want to lose Jesse over some silly argument. He was too important for her, and she wasn't ready to let him go.

"Okay, I'll talk to him after we come back from New York."

"Why not tomorrow?"

"I can't, we have the rehearsal."

"Screw the rehearsal, I can handle it," Chloe reassured her, with a smile. "I can manage without you for a couple of hours. You go and make up with Jesse."

Fine, I'll go see him tomorrow morning. But if he doesn't want to talk to me, I won't insist."

"He will, trust me."

The next morning, at 8:00 a.m., Beca went to the Treble house. She knew Jesse would be alone as the other guys had earlier classes, while his began at 8:30. She wasn't sure of what she would tell him, especially since the last time she tried to apologize for being rude to him, he slammed his door right in her face. Still, it was worth the try.

She knocked three times, and waited until someone opened the door. A few seconds later, it opened, revealing Jesse on the other side. He seemed happy to see her, although a trace of sadness covered his face.

"Hi, Jesse."

"Hi, Beca. What can I do for you?"

"We need to talk. Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said, and stepped aside so she could go into the house. "Can I offer you anything?"

"No, thanks."

"Sit, please," he said, as he pointed at one of the red couches.

"I prefer to remain standing."

"As you wish. What did you want to talk about?"

His formality was hurting her, but she was determined to sound as natural as she could.

"About us."

He didn't say anything, and Beca took it as a good sign. If he'd had no intentions of listen to her, he would have stopped her midsentence.

"Listen Jess, I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. I shouldn't have snapped at you like I did. We both behaved like idiots, we said things that, although true, we shouldn't have said."

"Which one of those 'things' you consider to be true?"

Huh, he wants me to call him stupid so he can have a good reason to be angry at me. I won't fall in his tramp.

"I said you are stubborn, which you are, but so am I. I called you selfish, but I'm selfish, too. Sometimes you act like a spoiled child, just like me. You see where I'm going with this?"

Again, he didn't say anything.

"I enjoy my privacy, but you love being with other people. I'm adventurous, you are a bit more cautious. My point is although it might seem we don't match at all, we do. We are different, but we are also very much alike. I like that we have similar opinions and interests, but I also like the fact that sometimes I don't share your points of view, and you don't share mine. I love our differences, because they make me a better person. And because of that, I don't want this to end. I don't want us to break up. So please, forgive me for what I said. I didn't mean it."

Jesse looked at her, although he didn't seem sad or angry anymore. Instead, he looked ashamed.

"You don't have to apologize for anything, Beca," he said, as he shook his head. "The whole thing was my fault. I shouldn't have talked to you the way I did. I should have realized you were busy, but I didn't understand. It's not fair you are the one who came to ask for forgiveness when I'm the one who started the argument."

"You know what? Who started it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that we are both sorry, right?"

"Right," he made a small pause. "I didn't really want us to break up. I just said it because you said it."

"And I didn't really mean it."

"So, are we good?"

"I guess we are," she said, with a smile. "All is forgotten."

"Does that mean I can kiss you?"

"Just with one condition," she said, very serious. "Let's promise each other that, no matter what happens, we will never have a fight like that ever again. That we will listen to each other, and we won't lose our temper. It's a promise we make today."

"I promise," he said, as he put his hand on his heart.

"Okay. You can kiss me now."

And so he did.

"And those differences you say? Well, I thought I knew myself, but somehow you know me more. I don't know who I'd be if I didn't know you."

"I guess I'm more observant than you are," she said, and they kissed again.

"Beca?"

"Yeah?"

"Happy anniversary."

You say I'm stubborn and I never give in

I think you're stubborn 'cept your always softening

You say I'm selfish I agree with you on that

I think you're giving I think way too much in fact

You like to be so close I like to be alone

I like to sit on chairs and you prefer the floor

Walking with each other think we'd never match at all

But we do

I thought I knew myself somehow you know me more

I've never known this never before

You are the first to make up whenever we argue

I don't know who I'd be if I didn't know you

You're so prerogative I'm so conservative

You're so adventurous I'm so very cautious

Combining you'd think we wouldn't

But we do…

A/N: This will be the last 'happy' chapter. I don't think it will take me long to update, as next chapter was the first one I thought about. Do you think you can guess which song gives it its name?