A/N: Okay, so everything is absolutely perfect in my version of this world and so what if I 'Mary Sue' the girls here :P (not like I haven't already been doing it). And although I've tied the four girls into a potential business team here, I will not be joining the four romantically other than the two pairs that already exist (just get that out of your head, particularly if you've caught up on Living in a Daydream).

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Pitch Perfect Universe and gain nothing but self-satisfaction by writing this.

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Emily and Beca sat curled up on the couch looking at wedding magazines. Well, let's be honest, Emily was looking at wedding magazines and showing Beca things while Beca grumped about it. Beca groused as Emily picked up the fifth different magazine, "You couldn't wait to buy these could you? Did you even buy the ring before you bought them?"

Emily playfully smacked Beca's arm, "Oh hush, I got them after the ring."

Beca pulled the taller girl to her, "How long after?"

Emily blushed as she kissed her fiancé before pulling back, "I plead the fifth."

Beca gave Emily's side a little squeeze causing the younger girl to yelp and then glare at Beca. Beca smirked, "Chloe will tell me."

Emily dropped her back against Beca, holding up a wedding magazine open to bridesmaid dresses, "Fine, less than half an hour." Beca raised her eyebrow at Emily. Emily huffed, "Ok, so I walked directly to the store and got them."

Beca just shook her head at the younger girl. Beca alternated between giving an honest opinion when she liked (or really didn't like) something and being her normal difficult self. Emily eventually pointed at a pink bridesmaid dress to which Beca sat up, dislodging Emily from her side, "No, no way, there will not be pink at my wedding."

Emily pouted, "What if I want pink for my bridesmaids?"

Beca scowled and pointed at the picture, "No, absolutely not, because then my…my…my?" Emily looked at the confused look on Beca's face with one of her own before Beca huffed, "Alright, so a 'traditional' wedding has bridesmaids and groomsmen, what do they have when there are two brides?"

Emily wrapped her arms around the smaller brunette, burying her face into Beca's shoulder and laughed. When she finished laughing, she looked back up at Beca, "Well they would both be bridesmaids?"

Beca looked at her like she was missing something, "Well duh, if they were all girls. But I figured you would want your brother standing up with us and I don't think he'd appreciate being called a bridesmaid."

That made Emily snort, thinking of her brother as a bridesmaid, wearing a pink dress. Beca gave her one of her patented looks, "You just pictured him in a dress didn't you?" Emily shook her head dramatically while trying (unsuccessfully) to keep the smile from her face. Beca pulled her fiancé down to nestle into her side again, giving her a light kiss on the cheek, "I am so proud of you, you're becoming just like me."

Emily pulled a magazine back to her, "Poor Aubrey then. So, back to the problem at hand; we'll call them attendants so you don't get all confused on me." This earned her another squeeze to the side which earned Beca another glare.

Beca shrugged, "I can live with attendants. Still, no pink for our attendants."

Emily whined, "But I love this color?"

Beca huffed, "Compromise? Put a tab there and if we can't find another color we both like, we can come back and discuss it again." Beca realized she really didn't have to worry as she watched her fiancé page through the book, finding no fewer than six colors she 'loved' and had to have for her attendants before she was even finished with the first book. She sighed to herself, thinking how lucky she was to have this adorable woman in her life.

Emily heard the sigh, thinking it meant that Beca was getting tired of looking at wedding pictures so she went to close the magazine she was currently looking at. Beca stopped her by placing her hand on Emily's, holding the magazine open on its current page. Emily turned slightly to look at her, which Beca took as an opportunity to lean down and place a slow, deep kiss on Emily's lips. When the girls finally broke for air, Beca reached out and pushed Emily's hair back behind her ear, "What did I do to get so lucky?"

This made Emily's lips draw back into a huge smile, because every time she was reminded how much Beca loved her it made her heart soar. She pulled Beca back into a smiling kiss, the magazines forgotten for the moment.

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Beca was sitting at her desk at 8:38 a. morning, hitting the refresh button every 15 seconds, refusing to go out and watch the 8:30 announcement of the big four. She was at work at this ungodly hour because she didn't know if she could handle her girlfriend's nervous energy as they 'patiently' waited for the Grammy nominations announcement. While she was realistic, this was their first album after all, she was also hopeful as the album looked like it would end up reaching multi-platinum status.

An intern ran to her door and actually bounced off of the doorframe when she didn't stop fast enough. She opened her mouth to say something but was stopped by Beca's glare and a single finger being held up (the index finger, geesh). The intern just looked at Beca with big eyes, bouncing up and down, barely holding her excitement in. Beca rolled her eyes at the intern and then sighed, "Fine, hold up how many fingers but don't tell me which ones."

The intern got this little smirk on her face as she shrugged and held up four fingers. Beca sat there stunned, mouth hanging open. Sure, she kind of hoped/expected that Emily would be nominated for Best New Artist, but never in her wildest dreams expected this. She looked up at the intern, "You're not messing with me, are you?"

The intern shook their head, "Nope, all four."

Beca shut her laptop quickly, shoving it into her bag. She rushed passed the intern, calling back a quick, "Thanks Jodi." Jodi just laughed and threw a quick wave at the quickly disappearing woman. Beca stopped long enough to stick her head in Michael's door, "I'm taking the day. I have to go celebrate with my fiancé." Michael just laughed at her, waving her off as she started running for the front door again.

Beca burst through the apartment door and was immediately surrounded by a gangly brunette. She couldn't get a word in edgewise as Emily alternated between kissing her and talking about the nominations. Beca finally calmed her down enough to take her cheeks in her hands and giving her a soft, slow kiss, "Emily, I am so proud of you. My little Grammy artist, getting all four big ones on her first album."

Emily looked at her confused, "Beca, sweetie, did you look at the full nomination list?"

Beca tipped her head to the side, now confused herself, "No, why."

Emily led her to the couch and had her sit before she slipped down into Beca's lap. Beca just looked at her in frustration, "What aren't you telling me? Spill."

Emily smirked, "Between the two of us, we were nominated for eight Grammy's."

Beca held up her fingers as she counted, "Record of the Year, Song of the Year, Album of the Year, Best New Artist, and I figured those nominations meant Best Pop Solo Performance and Best Pop Vocal Album, so that would be six."

Emily smiled and nodded, "But you got two more."

Beca's forehead furrowed, "Did they classify your album into a second category? It won't pass for dance or country."

Emily tapped her forehead, "No silly, YOU got nominated for two more. Producer of the Year and for your A Cappella version of 'Flashlight'."

Beca looked at her, stunned. She finally sputtered, "What?"

Emily looked at her proudly, "I told you I wouldn't be where I am without you. You, Beca Mitchell, make my music so much better by being a part of it. It seems the Recording Academy agrees with me."

Beca's mind still couldn't wrap itself around what Emily was saying, "But it's your album Ems?"

Emily wrapped her arms tighter around her fiancé, kissing her cheek softly, "Remember when we showed our demo to Michael?" Beca nodded, her cheek brushing against Emily's lips. Emily continued, "I remember I was so nervous, especially when he told us he didn't like it. Do you remember why he didn't like it?" Beca nodded, not saying anything, the sound of Emily's voice calming the inner doubt within her. Emily kissed her cheek softly again, "He said he didn't like when someone could do what he did, it was threatening. YOU did that, on your first demo, ever. Think of how much you've grown, learned, since then. Face it Becs, you're a Grammy nominated producer."

Beca turned towards Emily until their lips were a fraction of an inch apart. Beca looked into Emily's eyes as a huge smile took over her face, "Ems, I was nominated for Producer of the Year."

Emily smiled back, "I know baby, I knew you would be."

At that Beca smirked, "You have to say that, you're my fiancé." Beca didn't give her a chance to respond as she moved forward that fraction of an inch, capturing Emily's lips in a deep kiss.

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Beca growled as she threw open the door, "What the hell do you want blondie?"

Aubrey smirked, "What if I had been a rapist hobbit? I mean, answering the door half dressed like that, maybe I wouldn't be able to stop myself."

Beca glared at the woman, "Your text 'I'm going to keep knocking until you get your lady bits under control and answer the door' pretty much convinced me you weren't a rapist."

Chloe laughed, "You didn't actually text her that, did you?" Aubrey shrugged.

Beca huffed, "Apparently you aren't going to tell me what you want without coming in." She moved to the side to let the two women in. As she followed the two of them into the living room, she yelled back, "Ems, they aren't going away. I tried."

Emily came out of the bedroom after a minute in just a long t-shirt, her hair having a very particular messiness to it. She plopped into Beca's lap, glaring at Aubrey, "You suck."

Aubrey shrugged indifferently, then smiled at the two, "First, congratulations to both of you!"

Chloe bounced up and down, clapping, "Yay, we are so proud of you guys."

Beca huffed, "Thanks, but you didn't need to come all the way over here to tell us that."

Aubrey nodded, "You're right, I didn't. I did need to get away from my phone, however. You need a publicist, I can't handle all of these phone calls anymore. They were starting to get bad before, but my phone has been ringing off the hook all day."

Beca exchanged a look with Emily, "A publicist?"

Aubrey nodded, "I thought we might have a little more time to talk about it, but you need to have someone to handle your public image now Ems," then she threw a disdainful look up and down Beca which was betrayed by her not-so-well-hidden smile, "and probably you too Mitchell, and I barely have enough time for the manager/lawyer side of things. I'm probably going to have to make a choice soon, do it full time or have you look for another manager."

Emily nodded her understanding, "I hope you'll stay my manager, but I understand if you have to step down. I know you were kind of thrown into it."

Aubrey leaned forward and rested her hand on the younger brunette's, "Surprisingly, it's going to be a really hard decision, I kind of actually like doing it."

Beca interrupted the moment, "So, what will this publicist be responsible for?"

Aubrey shrugged, "Media announcements, handling your appearances.."

Beca interrupted, "Isn't that the manager's job, to get appearances?"

Aubrey gave her a 'don't interrupt me look', "The publicist handles everything on site, making sure that everything goes smoothly there. They will also handle the official on-line presence, like an official Twitter, Instagram, etc."

Beca leaned up and whispered in Emily's ear. Emily turned to look at her and nodded. Beca then looked at the other two women, "Red, want a job?"

Aubrey glared at the smaller brunette as she covered her ears, the squealing redhead becoming a little too much for her. When the noise had died down, Aubrey huffed, "Well that made my choice even more difficult."