A/N: Hi! So, this is a very special chapter for me for two reasons: A) 'Take It All' is my favorite Adele song, although it's not one of the famous ones, and B) I got the idea for this fic thanks to this song. I was listening to it one day and I thought of Beca and Jesse, and that's how I imagined their story being told with Adele's songs. It's a short chapter (compared to the previous ones), but I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Thank you for your lovely comments, you motivate me to write even when I'm buried in homework :) As always R&R. Enjoy!

Didn't I give it all? I tried my best
Gave you everything I have, everything and no less
Didn't I do it right? Did I let you down?
Maybe you got too used to, well having me around
Still how can you walk away? From all my tears
Its gonna be an empty road, without me right here

But go on and take it
Take it all with you
Don't look back
At this crumbling fool
Just take it all with my love
Take it all with my love

Maybe I should leave, to help you see
Nothing gets better than this
And this is everything we need
So is it over? Is this really it?
You're giving up so easily
I though you loved me more that this

But go on and take it
Take it all with you
Don't look back
At this crumbling fool
Just take it all with my love
Take it all with my love...

"So, let me get this straight," Beca said, clearly trying to calm herself down. "You've been hiding this from me for three months? You've been lying to my face since I came back from DC?"

"Beca—"

"Just answer the question, Jesse."

"I… yes."

She shook her head, and an angry smile appeared on her face. She wasn't holding back her anger anymore.

"Just out of curiosity, for how long were you planning to keep this a secret?"

"I never meant to—"

"A few days?" she interrupted him. She clearly had no intention of letting him talk. "Months? Or was I supposed to wake up one day and find out you had moved to the other side of the country without telling me?"

"Beca, please let me explain—"

"I think it's a little late for that," she stood up from the sofa. "But on the other hand, I can't wait to hear what excuse you have prepared. Go on, I'm waiting," she said, and crossed her arms.

"Like I said before, I didn't tell you because I didn't want to worry you."

"And you thought hiding this from me was the best idea?"

"I never meant to do that, and you can't imagine how sorry I am, but you've been so busy with the Worlds and your job that—"

"Oh, so it's my fault? For the first time in my life I'm doing something I enjoy, something that doesn't involve freaking a cappella or ass-kissing teachers or pretending to be something I'm not!"

"I never said it was your fault," he said. The conversation had quickly heated up.

"Besides, you and I had plans, we were supposed to move to LA together. If you had told me before, I would have made arrangements to graduate early and go with you."

"That would've required you to leave the girls, and I'd never ask you to do that."

"The Bellas are a temporary thing! I'm not gonna be a Bella forever and I don't want to, alright? I'm not Chloe."

"But you love them, they are your girls. I couldn't make you choose, I couldn't ask you to leave them when they needed you the most. It would have been selfish of me. Selfish and unfair."

"We would've figured something out, because that's what couples do. They solve problems together."

Jesse looked down at the floor, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry! You are only making it worse," Beca snapped at him. Tears were beginning to blur her vision. "You don't hurt the people you love, you said it yourself. You promised you would never hurt me. I can't believe I was stupid enough to believe you. I mean, what did I do wrong? I gave you everything. I did things I never thought I would to make this relationship work. But you… you are giving up so easily, it's like you don't even care. Why? Did you get bored? Wasn't I good enough for you?"

"No, Beca. As a matter of fact, I still can't understand how a woman like you fell for a man like me," Jesse said, in a weak tone. "You are smart, and funny, and so amazingly talented. You take care of your friends, you worry about their problems and you always figure out a way to help them. You are the most amazing person I've ever met."

Beca wasn't willing to let Jesse's words get to her. Not now.

"I think it's too late for compliments, Jess, the damage's already done," her initial fury had given way to profound disappointment and hopelessness. "Look, I won't stop you from pursuing your dream. If you wanna leave, then do it. But it you do it, don't look back. Forget I ever existed, and don't try to pretend we are still a couple. Take everything with you; every memory, every word you ever said. Everything."

He didn't say anything. For a few seconds they just stayed still, staring at each other and trying to process every word that had been said.

Then, Jesse said something Beca never thought he would.

"I wish you hadn't kissed me that night at Lincoln Center."

Tears were in his eyes, but he was clearly trying to fight them back. She could feel them in hers, too, and her lower lip trembled as she spoke.

"Me too. It would have saved me lots of suffering."

After she said this, she walked to the door. She didn't want to talk to Jesse anymore. She feared she would burst into tears if she stayed any longer.

"This doesn't have to be the end, Beca," he told her, before she left the house. "We can find a way to fix this. We can save what we have here."

She stopped, and turned to face him.

"The thing is, I don't know if I wanna be with someone who lies to me."

And she closed the door behind her.