"Looking up porn?" Jesse asked as he walked into the living area, fresh out of the shower, to find Beca using his laptop as she sat Indian style on his couch.

"Looking up jobs," she answered. "I figured I can drop out now and get a job waiting tables or something. Save some money before I move to L.A." Beca paused to chug what was left in the red wine bottle she was holding. "Then I thought why drop out when I can just skip classes and get a job. This way I can save even more money instead of putting some of it into rent because I'd be staying in my dorm room."

Jesse sighed and picked Thororea from the floor before he sat down next to Beca who was getting drunker by the minute.

He didn't ask questions when she asked if he could get her a beer pack. She didn't sound like her usual apathetic self and that was worrisome so he told her to meet him at his place because he was still at work when she called.

She didn't start talking about what's pissing her off until the alcohol buzz kicked in and from all the rambling he understood that she got in a fight with the Bellas because she improvised during their set which according to her wasn't why they were disqualified but the captain blamed her which led to a fight that resulted in Beca quitting which meant that her father would no longer help move to L.A. which also meant the end of the world to her, apparently.

"This is interesting." He heard her say as he rubbed Thororeo's belly and grabbed the remote control.

"What's that?" Jesse asked.

"Says here that camgirls can make up to like a thousand bucks a week," she told him and brought the beer can she had popped open to her mouth. "I guess I can give a show for a thousand dollars." She shrugged.

"Okay, I think you've had enough to drink for the night," he decided and reached over and took the car from her hand then put it away before he took the laptop from her. "I mean no disrespect to people who do that sort of thing but you're not that desperate."

"I actually am," she disagreed and tried to take the laptop from him.

He laughed. "Oh, Becs," he sighed, pulling her into a hug. He felt her relax as he rubbed her back. "You could always finish school. Get a degree that could come in handy." He shrugged.

"No." She pulled away and leaned against the couch when Thororeo hopped on her lap. "I don't want a backup career." She shook her head. "I don't wanna end up like you, miserable as fuck."

"Well, that's a little harsh but you're drunk so I won't hold it against you."

"Sorry," she apologized while running a hand through her hair.

"You should probably talk to your father about quitting the Bellas and why you quit. I'm sure he'll understand," he advised.

She snorted in response. "Dad will most likely lecture me about how I never take anything seriously." She rubbed her face before she held the kitten up.

"No, he wouldn't. You're overacting. There's an emotional excess up here." He poked her head. "That you're having trouble managing."

"Are you really therapizing me right now?" she questioned in disbelief.

"I've been hanging out at my therapist's office a lot." He scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Yeah, well that doesn't make you eligible for therapizing me so don't."

"I'm just trying to be a good friend here." He held his hands up. "I mean he didn't even call in the RA the other day," he said, refereeing the day Dr. Mitchell came to Beca's room and she didn't try to hide the fact that Jesse spent the night in her dorm room.

She chuckled a little to herself, thinking back at how frightened Jesse was that day, as she reached and grabbed another beer can, popping it open and bringing it to her mouth.

He took a sip from the beer he took from her minutes ago, arching an eyebrow, watching the way she chugged down the beer.

"You really need to slow down," he advised.

"I'm nineteen, I can go drinking all night and wake up the next day ready to go for a run," she told him, pausing to burp. "Not that I would willingly go for a run after a night of drinking… or ever." She placed the now empty can on the coffee table.

"Thororeo, buddy, you need to go now." She placed a peck on the kitten's head. "Daddy and Mommy are gonna do stuff your cute young ass shouldn't see." She put the kitten on the floor and Jesse had to fight off the grin from forming on his face because of the childish voice she used while talking to Thororeo and the fact that she referred to him as Daddy and to herself as Mommy—she wouldn't do it sober in a million years.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked once she looked at him and found him staring adoring at her.

He shrugged in response and watched her climb on his lap. She kissed him forcefully, cupping his face.

"Hey, Bec," Jesse breathlessly said when she pulled away and helped him take off his t-shirt.

She hummed in response, pressing her lips against his pulling him yet again in a deep passionate kiss.

He held her waist, afraid she'd slip given the fact that she was pretty drunk, and matched her kisses with equally lustful ones, groaning when she dug her nails into his scalp.

"What did you tell your dad?" he mumbled, tilting his head to give her better access to his neck once she broke the kiss.

"Does it matter?" she mumbled back.

"Yeah, 'cause I ran into him and he was pretty stoic. Did you tell him we're dating?" He found it hard to believe that Dr. Mitchell would be cool with his nineteen-year-old daughter's beneficial relationship with a soon-to-be thirty-year-old former student of his.

"Why would I do that?" she scoffed, pulling away from his neck and meeting his gaze.

"So your father is okay with you being in friends with benefits relationship?" he said in disbelief, assuming she told her father the truth. "With someone who's a decade older than you?" He tucked the hair that fell on her face behind her ear.

"Dad can't exactly say shit to me for being involved with you."

"Why?" he questioned.

She blew a breath and looked away from him for a second. "I was the result of a summer fling between a thirty-four-year old and a twenty-year-old, that's why. Dad just told me to be careful and not repeat his and mom's mistake."

Jesse hoped she was paraphrasing and that her father didn't actually call her a mistake because that was just fucked up.

"Can we get going or do you have other questions?" she asked.

He eyed her for a few seconds then leaned up and pressed his mouth against hers, grinning when she giggled the moment he very abruptly wrapped her in his arms and laid her on the couch.

"Jesse, did you forget to feed him?" she asked, tilting her head to look at the kitten hearing it meow.

"No, he just wants your attention, Becs," Jesse answered with a shrug and hopped on the couch after he got rid of the condom they used. "He loves you."

"You don't give him enough attention so he comes to me 'cause I'm the only other option he has." She picked the kitten up and put him against her chest as she leaned against the couch. "Shame on you for not giving your pet his much deserved attention," she mumbled, nuzzling the kitten, then scratched Thororeo's chin while resting her feet on the coffee table.

"You haven't put your clothes back on which means you don't plan to leave yet but you're wearing your underwear which means you're up for another round just not now," he noted as he eyed her.

"I thought we'd grab a bite, Sherlock," she told him.

"I'll make us something," he offered then pushed himself up getting ready to stand up.

"Already ordered pizza," she informed. "Should get here in thirty minutes tops." She stifled a yawn then took a lock of her hair between her fingers twirling it.

"Oh, okay." He got up anyway.

"Dude, you have a really nice ass," she complimented, watching him collect the empty beer cans.

"Really?" he said in surprise. "No one ever complimented me on my ass before. Thanks," he thanked her over his shoulder as he made his way to the kitchen.

"What even makes a man's ass nice?" he wondered, walking back with a bottle of water and a glass.

"It's there. And, like tight. I don't know." She shrugged. "Feels great when I grab it."

"Feels greater to be grabbed by you." He winked to which she rolled her eyes. "You had a lot to drink, you need to hydrate." He filled a glass of water and held her towards her. She sighed and took it from him.

"Hey, why don't you ask your mom to help you move to L.A?" Jesse wondered as he sat down.

She shook her head, still drinking the water.

"Mind if I ask why?" he wondered.

"Mom is more of an acquaintance." She held Thororeo with one hand and placed it on her lap and placed the empty glass on the coffee table. "You don't go to acquaintances for money."

"Wanna talk about her?" he offered to listen. "Promise I won't therapize you."

"There isn't much to talk about." She shrugged, scratching the kitten's chin before she let it get off the couch. "She's a good person, just not that good at being a parent."

He could hear the sadness in her voice despite the very convincing deadpan tone she was faking. "C'mere." He reached out and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm fine," she mumbled into his chest and he had a feeling she was saying it to herself but he replied anyway, "I know you are." He tightened his hug, enjoying the feel of her warm body against his chest.

"How about a movie?" he wondered, loosening his hold.

"No," she groaned and pulled away.

"They added really cool movies on Netflix this month, Bec." He already going through the Netflix library thoughtfully. "Oh, Carrie is on here. Have you seen it?"

"Nope," she sighed. "I don't watch movies that came out before I was born," she added after glancing at the TV screen and seeing that the movie came out in 1976. "I wouldn't watch any movies if I had a say in the matter," she continued

"If you're gonna complain the whole time then fine no movie." He turned the TV off.

"I won't complain the whole time." She reached for the remote and turned the TV back on. "I'll fall asleep before it's over," she mumbled, starting the movie.

"Why are you intensely looking at your phone?" Beca asked both curious and slightly worried when Jesse grabbed his phone after it chimed with a text and stared at it for like five minutes.

"Chloe set me up on a blind date," he informed.

"That's your sister in law, right?" Beca checked.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Well, it could be fun." She shrugged. "Wanna stalk her online?" she suggested.

He gave her his phone, paused the movie, and got up hearing the doorbell. "That's probably our dinner. Scroll up my conversation with Chlo for details on my blind date."

He quickly wore his sweatpants and t-shirt then grabbed his wallet.

When he came back, holding a couple of pizza boxes, Beca was still on his cellphone.

"Her Facebook feed isn't obnoxious," she informed. "And she's pretty cute."

"I have nothing to talk to her about."

"She's a vet, you can talk about your cat. Her last name is Fleischmann, Jewish. You're Jewish, you could talk about Hebrew school… or summer camp, I'm sure you both went to summer camp, it's like a Jewish tradition."

"I have been to summer camp," he confirmed. "You really think I should do this, huh?" he noted, taking a seat on the couch.

She shrugged. "No one is asking you to get into a relationship. Just, like, have some human interaction with someone that isn't me, your fuckbuddy, or Dr. Hatfield, your therapist."

He inhaled deeply then nodded. "Okay, I'll do it. And, please, stop calling yourself that."

"Why shouldn't I? I am your fuckbuddy, you're my fuckbuddy, and we're fuckbuddies." She stuffed her mouth with pizza.

"I don't like it. We're friends who have sex without any commitment."

"Fuckbuddies." She shrugged.

"But it's vulgar. Friends with benefits sounds better." She rolled her eyes at his words as he reached for the remote control and resumed playing the movie.

They got into a comfortable as they dined and watched Carrie until Jesse broke it. "Hey, do you have anything next weekend?" he wondered, finishing up his last slice.

"No," she answered. "Why?"

"Would you like to come to my birthday party?" he wondered.

She stopped chewing and looked at him. "Well, mine and Adam's. Chloe planned it so it's gonna be good. And, being away from Barden might help you decide what you wanna do since you quit the Bellas." He reached and took a slice from the pizza box on her lap.

"Would it be cool, though, with your friends and family if you brought me?"

He shrugged. "Why wouldn't it?"

"Because of our thing?"

"Oh, I haven't told anyone about our thing."

"You haven't bragged about banging a nineteen-year to your brother?" she questioned in mock-shock.

"Haven't been talking to him that much. Can't speak to him for a minute without getting asked if 'I'm okay'."

"At least you have siblings you could talk to… Isn't weird that my parents never had kids?"

He frowned at her phrasing. "They have you."

"I meant kids they planned on having," she explained.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "A lot of people choose not to have kids."

"I won't," she told him. "As soon as I can afford it I'm gonna get my tubes tied."

"That's drastic."

"Yeah, not gonna risk bringing a human into the world only to be around for a few years before I send 'em to live with their dad who would also get rid of them and ship them to live with his mom," she deadpanned before busing herself with the slice she had in her hand.

"Is that what happened to you?" he carefully asked.

There was a minute of silence before she spoke.

"Mom had plans that didn't involve a kid so she sent me to Dad. Lived with him for like a year before he talked me into moving with my grandma 'cause grandpa had just passed away and she wouldn't feel lonely if I moved in with her. I'm pretty sure he just wanted to get rid of me because he had just started seeing the step-monster and she wasn't very fond of me."

"How old were when you moved in with your grandmother?" he wondered.

"Six," she answered.

"That's not right," he mumbled. "You're not a freaking football, it's not right to toss you around."

Jesse pretty much lost all respect he had for his former professor for the way he treated his daughter.

"It's fine."

"Why? Because you weren't planned? That's not an excuse to treat you like a burden."

"No, 'cause, unlike my neglectful parents, grandma wanted me. I'm glad Dad sent me to live with her."

Despite the shit they put through, that clearly affected her, Beca recognized the positive and held on to it, and Jesse admired her for it.

"Where are you throwing the birthday party, Atlanta?" she asked changing the subject.

He shook his head. "Jacksonville."

"Thought your brother lives here in Georgia," Beca shared, frowning a little because she was quite sure Adam lived in Atlanta.

"Yes, Adam lives in Atlanta. Our parents own a farm in Jacksonville, near the beach. They moved there once they retired to get away from the city and like spend their days planting veggies and fruits. But they're away on a year-long cruise ship so the place is empty."

"Damn." She paused to swallow the pizza she was chewing. "Your parents are really enjoying their retirement."

"The cruise was Sarah's idea. We liked it and decided together to send them on it. It's pretty expensive but they deserve it."

"I'm sure they do."

He devoured a slice in one breath then washed it down with water. "Bring a bathing suit, might go in for a swim while we're there," he suggested then realized she hadn't accepted his invitation yet. "If the weather allows and you decide to come, of course."

"Good thinking," she mumbled, biting into the slice she was holding. "I ordered two large pizzas for a reason, you know," she told him when he reached and grabbed another slice.

She ordered two because sharing a pizza wasn't an option since: he had a really bad habit of forgetting to eat properly during the day and lived off energy bars which made dinner the only time he'd actually eat something.

"Yeah, I know." He nodded. "But you eat like a bird and wouldn't finish it anyway."

"Well, this bird hates sharing so fuck off, pizza thief!" She scooted away from him to keep the box on her lap away from his reach.

He audibly laughed then leaned against the couch, shifting his attention to the TV to watch the movie that was playing.

A few days later.

"Sorry, I kept you waiting," Beca apologized as she slipped into the booth facing Benji.

"It's okay. Besides, I could be spending the evening in my dorm room." He shrugged, smiling at her while she shrugged off her back bag. "Not that I mind but with everyone away for break it's spooky." He grimaced.

"I actually like it better when it's empty. At least, I can sleep in peace." She placed her back bag aside then tucked her hair behind her ear.

The walls were seriously too thin at their dorm because it wasn't just thumping she could hear.

"Ordered yet?" she wondered, grabbing the menu.

He shook his head and grabbed the other menu on the table.

They called the waitress once they decided on their order and let her know.

The waitress was walking away when Benji spoke, "So, I lost my plane ticket and am stuck here until I get on a bus home tomorrow, but why are you spending spring break in Barden?"

"I decided to save up the money I was going to purchase a plane ticket with," she sighed. "And I get carsick, so no way I can withstand a bus ride." Beca rested her arms on the table and crossed them.

She drummed her finger on the wooden table and was about to ask Benji if he learned any new magic tricks to keep the conversation going when he received a facetime call.

He looked at Beca and mumbled, "Mom," before he picked up.

"Hi, mom," he greeted after tapping on the answer button.

"Benny," his mother's voice came in mere seconds later. "Where are you, at a diner?"

"Yeah," he shyly nodded. "I'm with a friend actually," he told her then tilted his phone towards Beca so his mother could see her.

"Hey, Mrs. Applebaum," Beca said to the older woman.

"This is Beca, mom, we have some courses together and live in the same building," he introduced.

"Nice to meet you, Beca," Mrs. Applebaum spoke.

"You, too," Beca smiled back then watched Benji tilted his phone back to his face.

"What are you doing for your birthday, Benny?" At that question, Beca arched an eyebrow at Benji. She didn't know it was his birthday. She ran into him when she was getting out baker hall and heading to the radio station and he was dragging a suitcase into the building.

They spoke for about five minutes: He told her about losing his plane ticket then awkwardly asked her if she wanted to meet up for dinner later to which she agreed while suppressing a laugh at the shade of red he turned into once he began rambling about dinner being platonic that he thought of her a sister.

She didn't mind getting friendzoned by Benji.

"Um, dinner." He shrugged.

"Aren't there fun places to go visit in Barden?" she wondered and Beca could tell from the mother's tone that she worried about her kid who lacked social skills.

"There's a bowling alley close to campus," Beca chimed in. She knew Benji. He didn't go outside of campus very often and didn't know the town. "You bowl, Benji?" she added when Benji looked at her.

He nodded.

"Bowling sounds like fun," Mrs. Applebaum beamed. "Don't forget to take pictures," she told her son. "Beca, sweetie," she then called.

"Yeah?" Beca answered then smiled when Benji turned the phone so the two could see each other.

"Please, take candids of Benny having fun."

"Sure," Beca nodded at the woman on the screen of the phone.

"How long have you known each other?" she curiously asked. "Benny didn't tell me he had a friend who is also a girl."

Beca glanced at Benji and she could tell he was embarrassed. She hoped the look she gave him assured him that she didn't mind his mom. She actually liked his mother… the woman was invested in her kid's life, what's not to like about her?

"We met early September."

They met at Acappella auditions. She didn't want to mention it because Benji didn't make it into the group. She actually awkwardly attempted to comfort him when ran into him the day after hood night.

"Okay, mom, food is here, see you soon, bye," Benji rambled then hung up. "Sorry," he apologized.

Beca shrugged. "So, I'm thinking we hit a night club after we're done bowling," she told him.

"Night club? I've never been to a night club." He placed his cell phone on the table. "Besides we're both under twenty-one, we can't get in."

"We actually can." While she was at the radio station Luke texted her to tell her how sick the mashup on the air was then told her if she'd like to join him at The Garage because his friends wanted to meet the person behind the mash-up. She declined given the fact that she had made plans with Benji.

"It's fine if you don't want to," she told him noting the anxious look on his face. "We can do something else." She shrugged. "It is your birthday, you make the calls."

On their way to the bowling place, Beca got an idea once they walked past a Best Buy store: document the night with a Polaroid camera.

She actually owned a Polaroid camera, the Best Buy store reminded her of it. They weren't too far from campus so they made a detour and got the camera then headed to the bowling alley.

Reaching the facility, Beca took a candid of Benji as he passionately talked about Starwars. He froze when she did. "So, Darth Vader's redemption is summed in the title," she said while she shook the Polaroid picture.

"Yeah," he nodded slowly and pushed the door open. "Return of the Jedi, it's such a perfect title," he sighed, stepping back to let her in first.

"Totally." She stepped inside and looked at the picture in her hand while they walked towards the desk attendant.

Beca put the picture in her pocket and was about to address the desk attendant and let them know she and Benji wanted to reserve an alley as well as a couple of pairs of shoes when she recognized the ass she had complimented very recently that looked great in the washed out jeans he wore as he bent to tie the laces of his bowling shoes.

It was none other than Jesse Swanson and he wasn't alone. Beca recognized the woman by his side as well. She was looking at her Facebook profile not too long ago.

'Blind date at a bowling alley. His sister-in-law is weird.' Beca thought to herself, knowing who was behind this blind date. She figured they'd go have dinner or grab a coffee.

She smiled when Jesse straightened up and he looked pretty surprised to see her after doing a double take.

"Becs? Hey!" He walked towards her and Benji.

"Hey." She waved with her camera free hand.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, glancing at Benji. It was kind of hard to miss the boy with the sideburns right by her side.

"Same as you." She shrugged. "We're here to strike some pins."

"Rae, this Beca, a really good friend of mine. Bec, this is Rae," he gestured to the woman who flashed Beca a friendly smile.

"Pleasure meeting you, Rae," Beca smiled back curtly. "Well, this is Benji," she introduced Benji.

"Benjamin Applebaum, but you can call me Benji." Benji extended a hand to shake Jesse's.

"Cool T-shirt," Jesse complimented as he shook Benji's hand, spotting the Star Wars themed t-shirt.

"Thank you," Benji let go of his hand and proceeded to wave a hand at Rae who hadn't moved from her spot.

"Well, it was nice running into you," Beca said.

"You, too," Jesse replied, warmly smiling at her as he gave her the once-over. He thought she looked great, he always did. He recognized the t-shirt she was wearing underneath her denim jacket: it was the t-shirt she wore the day they met.

Beca looked down at her t-shirt when he kept eyeing it, thinking that she must've had something on it.

"Nice t-shirt," he smirked to which she rolled her eyes despite the warmth she could feel on her cheeks that the thought of what they did that very day vividly came to her.

"Thanks." Beca soon began walking towards the desk to make a reservation.

"How do you know her?" Jesse heard Rae ask and he feared he had been staring long at Beca.

"Who, Becs?" he checked. She nodded. "I helped her with her car once and we stayed in touch afterward," he answered and walked over to grab a bowling ball realizing it was his turn.

Beca was enjoying herself. And, he was glad she was. But, deep down he was a little jealous of the amount of fun she was having. She wouldn't agree to a picture with him easily if at all. And, there she was, taking plenty of Polaroid photos with Benji.

She made it clear to him a bunch of times that she didn't want to date for reasons she didn't tell him but he could guess: It was weird to see her on a date.

He shook his head after only striking four pins and knew the reason he was off his game was thinking too much about Beca and her date. He told himself to let it go and focus on his actual date and the game they were playing.

Jesse was going to murder Chloe for setting them up to go bowling.

Exactly a minute after he told himself he was no longer going to think about Beca, he tilted his head to look towards the alley she and Benji reserved hearing her sing the Happy Birthday Song.

A grin made its way to his face because his ears didn't deceive him, Beca was holding a plate that had a slice of cheesecake on it and was actually singing, a little awkwardly, to Benji who had a hat saying Birthday Boy that Jesse assumed they got from the attendant desk and that was clearly meant to be worn by a child.

Jesse itched to go to them yet didn't. He should really get to know the woman he's with better.

He did, however, wish Benji a happy birthday when it was Rae's turn to play.

"Thanks," Benji grinned back then looked in the direction of the camera when Beca held up, going for a selfie.

A couple of hours later.

Benji didn't need alcohol or drugs to have a good time, he just needed to be comfortable. But it was still surprising to see him cut loose and show off his awkward dance moves. Beca let the weirdo flag fly and allowed herself to join in with the birthday boy.

She didn't believe her ears when he told her he'd like to visit a night club. She texted Luke, he told her to meet her at The Garage. She and Benji went there and found the English blond man waiting for them near the bouncer who looked the other way and let them through.

They went to the bar to get some drinks and were waiting for the bartender to acknowledge them when Beca received a text.

Jesse [10:14 pm]: 'Are you still with birthday boy?'

Beca [10:15 pm]: 'Yep. We're at The Garage.'

Beca [10:15 pm]: 'Come. There's an out of order stall we could use.'

Jesse [10:16 pm]: 'No, we won't USE a stall while you're on a date.'

Beca [10:16 pm]: 'Date?'

Jesse [10:16 pm]: 'You're not on a date with Benji?'

Beca [10:17 pm]: 'Nope, dummy. We're out celebrating his birthday.'

Beca [10:17 pm]: 'You coming?'

She might have checked him out every over time he bent while bowling and it might have slightly given her an itch that he could help her with.

Jesse [10:18]: 'Be there in 10 minutes.'

Beca left Benji with one of Luke's friends, who was into the oblivious nerd, after telling him she needed to use the restroom once Jesse texted her that he just got there.

She washed up, feeling gross and sweaty after owning the dance floor with Benji, and did some damage control to her smudged heavy makeup.

Beca was getting rid of the paper towel she used when the door opened and Jesse peeked his head.

He greeted her with a forceful kiss that although surprised her, because it wasn't his 'style', she welcomed and matched before she pulled away, laughing.

He frowned, tucking her hair behind her ear. "What?"

"I just looked at the mirror and we totally look hornier than a long distance couple who haven't seen each other in months." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

He let out a small chuckle when he saw her point then took her hand and let her lead him to the out of order stall in the restroom.

They made it work. He knew how her body worked and what to do to get her off fast. It went as good as a quickie in a small stall would go.

"How did you date go?" Beca asked as she ran a hand over her mess of her hair while standing in front of the mirror, trying to look presentable.

"I didn't kiss her after dropping her off to her place, is that bad?" He grimaced, smoothing down his shirt after tucking it into his jeans.

"Asking the wrong person, dude." She got closer to the mirror, yet again, fixing her smudged makeup.

He snorted, remembering that he was talking to a 19-year-old with no actual experience in the dating scene.

"It went well, though, right?" she asked.

"Yeah." He shrugged. "She's cool."

They exited the restroom separately because they didn't want to get kicked out of the night club for boning in the restroom. Jesse left first and went straight to the bar. Beca got out a few minutes later, heading to where Benji was hanging.

"There you are," Benji sighed, spotting Beca and rushing to meet her halfway, looking a little anxious.

"What's up, Benji?" she asked, arching an eyebrow when the very same girl that she left him chatting with walked past them and basically gave Benji 'fuck me eyes' before she headed to the restroom.

Benji was a rambling mess and Beca had to interrupt him. "Okay, calm down." She held his shoulders. "What did she say she wants?" she asked him when he did shut up.

"She said some explicit things I'm not comfortable repeating to you," he replied. "You're like my little sister."

"Okay, first off, you're like six months older than me—"

"What's going on here, guys?" Jesse cautiously asked, reaching the two.

"Would you be comfortable repeating them to, Jesse? He's old and is a dude, he's more of a help than me."

"Comfortable repeating what?" Jesse frowned before taking a sip from his gin and tonic.

Beca rolled her eyes when Benji looked at her. "Fine." She walked away leaving Benji and Jesse alone.

She watched them speak for a while then got into a conversation herself with a guy named Greg while they danced to the track the DJ was playing. He was a little handsy and she had to keep pulling away from his reach until Jesse joined her holding her back bag that had her wallet, keys, denim jacket, and camera, as well as Benji's stuff and that she left with Benji.

She took it from him and wore it.

"Where is he?" she asked. Given the fact that music was too loud, Jesse leaned in to speak to her ear. "The out of order."

"Is he…" she trailed off when he shook his head.

"I talked to him, he's nervous because he doesn't want his first time to be meaningless. Told him that there is other fun stuff they could do without losing his virginity just yet."

"You think she'd agree?"

Jesse nodded. "She actually told him she wants to give him head... among other things."

Beca figured they were the explicit things that Benji didn't want to recount in front of her.

"I'm gonna request a song, I can't dance to this electronic stuff. I'm too old," he said to her ear.

"Okay," she replied.

The handsy dude from minutes ago was behind her, trying to grind against her this time. She considered the whole grinding thing pretty sexual and weird to be done in public so she tried to put some distance, not wanting to make a scene, and he didn't seem to get that she wasn't into it.

She turned around to face him. "Please, don't do that," she shouted over the music. She wasn't pissed enough to completely lash out at him over it so politely asking him to stop seemed like the right thing to do.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she tilted her head. Jesse was standing beside her and had a hard look on his face. She felt his hand move and stop at her waist.

"Sorry, man," Greg shouted over the music, assuming from the way Jesse pulled Beca to his side that she was with him.

Watching him turn around and leave, Beca felt Jesse loosen his hold and also began to feel angry. "What the hell was that?" she asked.

He frowned, confused by her reaction. "I had it under control, you didn't have to jump in and save the day." She removed herself from his hold and began to walk away from the dance floor altogether.

"Beca, c'mon, I was just trying to help," Jesse said after following her outside of the night club. "I saw how he wouldn't quit. You can't expect me to let you get manhandled like that."

"Manhandled is a little strong for what happened. And I was handling things just fine! Just back off, you're not my boyfriend."

"Okay, next time, I'll wait until you're in real danger before stepping in because I'm just a guy you fuck every other day and not your boyfriend."

He was mad at her for getting mad at him over being a decent human being.

"Because apparently, I'm just that. And, I'm not allowed to feel protective of my friend." He shook his head and started walking towards the parking lot, deciding it was best if he just left before they had a legit fight, and left her standing on the sidewalk.