"TRAITOR!" Fat Amy shrieked as Beca wandered into the rehearsal space, wearing Jesse's Treblemaker hoodie. "TRAITOR! YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY!"

(She didn't even know half of it.)

"Amy it's just us", she reminded her.

"Yeah, and you're sleeping with the enemy. Where's your Bellas hoodie, huh?"

"We don't have Bellas hoodies".

"We need Bellas hoodies. You've got the pitch pipe, get onto that". Stacie frowned at her, crossing her long legs in the chair. "What are we doing today? Where the hell is everyone else?"

Beca sat down gingerly on the floor, crossing her legs and refusing to meet their eyes (she needed to get onto ordering some Bellas hoodies, then she could stop taking Jesse's. Although it probably wouldn't stop her all together). "I have to tell you something".

"That sounds serious", Fat Amy said with a frown. "You're handing over the pitch pipe? Because I'll totally get it".

"No". She shook her head.

"You're not dying are you?" Stacie said in concern. "Oh God you're dying. She's dying".

"If you die I get the pitch pipe".

"No I'm not dying- and thank you for your concern Amy".

"I've got your back Shawshank".

"So if you're not dying why are you so serious?" Stacie wanted to know.

She decided to bite the bullet. "I'm pregnant".

And they reacted exactly as she thought they would.

Fat Amy flung her chair across the room shrieking "I'M GONNA KILL A BITCH"

And before Beca could register what was happening, Fat Amy took off.

"Vertically running!" she screeched. "Vertically running! I'm gonna kill a bitch!"

The crazy bitch was going to get her arrested again, Beca could see it happening.

"Amy stop!" she bellowed, taking off after her.

"Well I'm not going to wait here!" Stacie said in disgust as Beca chased Fat Amy out the door. She broke into a jog, following the two of them across campus towards the Treblehouse.

"I'm gonna kill a bitch!" Fat Amy wheezed, doubling over and gripping the doorframe like her life depended on it.

"What the fuck's going on?" Donald wanted to know, marching into the room wearing his bathrobe, a shower cap perched on his head. "I was trying to take a bath!"

"Is there ever a time where you aren't trying to take a bath?" Beca wanted to know.

"Hello", Benji said in confusion, setting down his sandwich. "Hey Beca".

"Hi Benj".

"Swanson!" Fat Amy wheezed, as loud as she possibly could.

Stacie, who had jogged over with ease, took it upon herself to summon the enemy come baby daddy. "Swanson!" she bellowed. "Get your ass down here".

"What the hell is going on?" Jesse complained, coming downstairs, grinning when he saw Beca. "Hey Bec".

"Don't you hey Bec her, you knocked her up!"

"The fuck?" Donald's mouth dropped open and Benji's eyes widened (apparently they were telling people now).

"You got knocked up by the enemy!" Stacie said again, and Beca rolled her eyes heavenwards.

"Yes, I'm pregnant", she muttered. "Are we all caught up now?"

"What the fuck?" Donald repeated. "You're having a baby? How are you having a baby?"

"I thought that was simple biology-"

"We are not discussing how I'm having a baby!"

Donald took a seat at the kitchen table, pulling his bathrobe tighter around him. "I think we need to talk, everybody".

"Oh, fuck", Beca groaned. "Do we have to do this?"

"Someone offer the pregnant lady a chair!" Fat Amy said suddenly and Benji leapt up. "And also me I vertical ran across campus!"

"Do you want a glass of water, Amy?"

"Do we have to do this?" Beca repeated, as Benji shoved her into a chair.

"Yes, we need to do this!" Stacie said indignantly. "What do you think; you can just go around growing a baby without telling anyone?"

"Well, right now it's really just a ball of cells-"

"It's a fucking aca-baby, that's what it is", Stacie cut him off. "Future lady doctor knows what's she's talking about! How many weeks are you?"

"I think five or six", Beca said quietly. "Not very far. You can't tell. Like, you can't see anything".

"Who else knows?" Stacie said, as she shook a bag of Doritos into a bowl. "Like I know we do, but have you told anyone else? Have you even seen a doctor?"

"We haven't told anyone", Jesse confessed. "And- when is your doctor's appointment, Beca?"

"Next Thursday". Beca broke a corn chip in half, staring down at the chipped polish on her fingers. "Next Thursday and then I think the doctor will give me a due date or something like that".

"Oh I hope it's a girl and I hope you call her Bella", Stacie said, her eyes glazing over for a moment before she snapped back to reality. "I can't believe you're having a baby!"

"You and me both", Beca mumbled, picking at her chipped nails.

"When did it happen?" Stacie wanted to know.

"Where did it happen?" Fat Amy asked.

"We aren't talking about that". Beca's face turned redder than they'd ever seen, and Fat Amy chuckled, reaching for the chips.

"Do you think we planned this?" Beca shot her a look. "Because I can guarantee my friend we did not".

"You're excited though, right?"

Jesse looked anxiously at Beca, and the brunette gave a tiny nod, so small that he almost missed it. And he grinned, squeezing Beca's hand.

"We're gonna be parents, Beca".