I Saw the Sign

-Chapter 3-

Breathe; calm down; relax; don't vomit; breathe.

Aubrey had been pacing her dorm room, stopping every once in a while to look at her reflection in the mirror off to her left on the wardrobe door. She ran her hand through her gently curled hair, ruffling it as her fingers reached the tips.

She glanced up at the clock above the dorm door. It was nearly seven. Beca had sent her a text earlier that week saying that she would be around to get her dot on seven. Aubrey had scoffed at the text initally, believing Beca to be someone who would run late intentionally, but as the time neared, Aubrey's nerves flared.

The last few days rehearsals had been full on. Training a whole team of new Bella's had really taken it out of her; and Chloe too. They were going through with last year's set which made it a little easier, but Aubrey found herself constantly butting heads with Beca about it.

As much as Beca made Aubrey nervous, she equally frustrated her and threatened her. Aubrey was definitely confused about her feelings for the younger girl.

She was attractive in the looks department and her personality, although as dominant as her own, was equally attractive.

Aubrey had told Chloe of the date and how it had come to be, and every rehearsals since that, Chloe had dropped playful eye wiggles at her friend. Of course, Chloe was sworn to secrecy and especially wasn't to let Beca knew that she knew.

Aubrey audibly sighed, pulling out her phone to check the time. She had five minutes to go. Pacing around her room again, she wanted to groan. She hated going on dates; not that she went on many. It was the same routine of being excited, getting ready super early and then waiting.

Before long, a knock sounded at the door and the butterflies in Aubrey's stomach and she felt like she was going to be sick. Chloe had helped her with some breathing techniques, so she tried those to calm herself from vomit to just shaking.

Opening the door, she saw Beca. She was dressed as usual, black jeans, combat boots, messy hair. Aubrey smiled slightly and Beca saw this.

"Don't get all mushy on me now," she teased, grabbing Aubrey's hand and leading her away from her dorm, down the hallway, and out onto the quad. "Still keen for the pool?"

Aubrey cocked her head and shrugged her shoulders. "You planned it, not me," she wanted to laugh at Beca, but her inner perfectionist was annoyed that the younger girl hadn't planned properly if she was asking to change the location.

Beca was teasing Aubrey and as she watched the older girl, she knew it had irritated her. Perfect, she thought to herself.

Approaching the pool, which was old and abandoned, Beca found a way through the broken window, Aubrey followed naturally. The place smelt musty, it was getting dark and it felt creepy. Aubrey was a little hesitant and Beca sensed this, rubbing her upper arm in a form of comfort.

Coming through the rest of the building, the pool came into view. While it was empty and had graffiti all over it, Aubrey couldn't help but notice a glow coming from the deep end.

Beca took Aubrey's hand, leading her up to the edge and watched the blonde girl's reaction.

Beca had set up a picnic blanket on the pool floor, candles surrounding the area and a basket with an obvious bottle of vodka sticking out of it. Next to that was a small sound system which Beca hooked her iPod up to.

Aubrey was stuck for words. She hadn't realised the small brunette would be capable of pulling off something...romantic. She smiled at Beca, the brunette smiling back. Their alpha status ceasing for the night. The girls could be just that; two girls on a date.

Beca lead the blonde down the side of the pool and gestured for her to take a seat on the blanket.

"So?" Chloe asked the next morning. "How did it go?" she wiggled her eyes playfully.

Aubrey crossed her arms, "Fine,"

"Annnd?"

:It was fine, we went down to the pool and had a few drinks,"

"Yeaaaah?"

"That's all," Aubrey said, cutting her friend off, not really wanting to go too far into her personal life. "We have to focus, we have regionals in a few weeks,"

"Yeah, yeah," Chloe brushed off.

"So I heard you went on a date the other night?" Luke questioned as Beca began her shift stacking CD's.

Her face stayed expressionless as she looked up at the British man who had poked his head out the door. "Yep,"

"Was it with Jesse?"

Beca frowned, "No,"

"I totally had you and him pegged together,"

"No, actually, it was one of the girls I sing with,"

Luke stepped out of the booth, approaching Beca, raising an eyebrow, "I definitely didn't see that coming," he told her. "Was it the cute ginger?"

Beca chuckled, shaking her head.

"Leggy brunette?"

"You can keep guessing, dude, you'll never guess," she teased.

Luke mulled it over for a bit, thinking of the least possible. "It's the blonde, the ones that threw up last year?" A flush graced Beca's cheeks before disappearing and this didn't go unnoticed by Luke. He smirked before looking over to the studio door as Jesse walked in. Luke turned his attention back to Beca, not caring much for the brunette man. "Soooo, what did you do?"

"Just a few drinks at the pool," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Any action?" Luke said, winking at his friend.

Beca shook her head, taking note of the look Jese was now shooting in her direction. "Hey, dude," she greeted in her usual moody tone.

"Hi," he returned, heading up the stairs to the second floor of the station. "Regionals soon," he told her.

"I know, you guys ready for it?"

"I think so,"

Beca sensed that Jesse was distant, but she figured she'd ask him about it later, and besides, her shift at the station was going to end as soon as Jesse came and took over her. She decided that she would sit out in the quad, that was something he'd do, right?

She waited on the quad, laptop out and headphones on, for Jesse to finish his shift. She figured if she was alone he was more likely to approach her and come and sit. She wondered if Jesse had over heard her and Luke talking about her date with Aubrey? She had realised Jesse had been flirting with her since day one, but she didn't realise that he'd sulk about it.

Minimising her music producing software, she checked the time in the upper right of her screen. It was nearly four, so she assumed that he would be finished shortly. She returned to her mixes for a short while longer.

"What's up, weirdo," came the sound of Jesse's voice over her mixes. He threw her a juice pouch, sitting with her and opening his bag to reveal a stash of DVD's.

"What's this?"
"As much as I love spending time with you stacking CD's, I figured we could do something that doesn't want to make us kill ourselves,"

She smirked at this. Any sign of sulking that he had showen earlier was now gone. "Yeah," she agreed a little sarcastically.

"So, brought some movies. Jaws, E.T., The Breakfast Club, Star Wars and Rocky. Best scored and soundtracked movies of all time. That's what I wanna do when I grow up. I wanna score movies. Bring people to tears, you know. Blow their minds. I feel like only music can do that,"

Beca wanted to roll her eyes, but then she figured she could ask if he had a girlfriend, because, lets be honest, he wasn't bad looking, she just wasn't particularly interested in his advances, and if he had a girlfriend...well. "You must really sweep your girlfriend off her feet,"

He almost smiled at this, "Oh, I don't have a girlfriend,"

She was a little disappointed at his response, taking a sip out of the juice pouch, "You don't?" she questioned. "But you have juice pouches and Rocky," she then teased.

He changed the subject quickly, "So are you guys going to the riff off tonight?"

"What the fuck is a riff off?"

Beca received her answer about the riff off earlier that week. It was amazing, the spontaneousness of the whole lot. She and Aubrey had managed to hide their newly formed relationship, they hid it especially well when the blonde had freaked out about them losing, but Beca didn't care, it was a part of Aubrey that she was getting used to.

The brunette smiled at the memory of the riff off as they waited to go on stage for their Regional performance. Beca stood by Aubrey, giving her a quick glance and hand squeeze before they went on stage.

The short brunette was a little embarrassed by the performance, as she heard a few mutters in the audience about the set being the same as last years.

Coming off stage, she noticed the Treble's had positioned themselves in the same spot the Bella's had been standing in only moments before. Jesse made some sort of hand gesture towards Beca as the group walked past, and mouthed something about doing a good job. This didn't go unnoticed by Aubrey who shot a glare towards the Treble boy as their group now ran to the stage.

Aubrey stood close to Beca whispering a few words, claiming her possession over the girl. Beca smirked at this, she was jealous that Jesse was hitting on her.

Giving her hand a reaffirming squeeze, she made it clear that Beca was in this for Aubrey. Aubrey returned this gesture with a smile.

The girls watched as the Trebles absolutely killed their set and naturally, claimed the regional title. Beca had noticed that Aubrey was rather upset by this, but she knew, as well as the rest of the Bella's, that they weren't going to win with a set as old as the one they were using.

Turning to leave the auditoriam after the Trebles, Bumper, the Treble lead, caught a glimpse of a group of older men performing acapella, and decided that it would be a good idea to get into a fight.

The girls glanced at each other, mixed emotions running between them. Some wanted to join the fight, well, more specifically, Fat Amy and Beca, while Aubrey and Chloe shot concerned looks between each other.

Of course, Beca and Fat Amy ran down to join the fight, Beca being the only one to land a punch on one of the older men. Jesse, who was involved, stopped to take care of Beca who was now clutching her hand in pain as Fat Amy had gotten a hold of the trophy, threatening to shove it up one of the older men's rear ends.

Beca lunged at Fat Amy, grabbing the trophy from her hands, watching as everything slowed. The trophy snapped, half of it flying into the glass panes, shattering.

Beca didn't know what had happened. Everything had slowed until reality caught up with her as handcuffs were being slapped on and she had been ushered from a police car and then into a holding cell.

Only an hour later had a police woman ome up to her and opened the cell.

"Someone posted bail," she had informed Beca and she walked out with the short brunette.

Leaving the station she saw Jesse. She sighed. Of course he was going to be the one to pay the bail.

"Hey Hilary Swank from Million Dollar Baby."
"Hey, you know you just have to say, "Hey, Million Dollard Baby." You don't have to reference the specific actress."
"Damn. Prison changed you,"
"Thanks for bailing me out,"
"Well I didn't,"
"You called my dad?"
"I know, I know, but they we putting you in handcuffs, Bec. It looked pretty serious,"
"That doesn't mean you call my dad,"
"Who else was I gonna call? Okay, why are you yelling at me? I'm the only one here,"
"I didn't ask you to be," she shot back, wishing that Aubrey had been the one to be here.
"I was just trying to help you,"
"I don't need your help, you're not my boyfriend,"
"Got it," he finalised, walking away, his sullen attitude back in full force.

Arriving back at her dorm, she opened the door to find Kimmy Jin leaving in a huff and the whole group of Bella's sitting on her bed. No doubt they were going to get a lecture from Aubrey in the middle of the night.

"Hey!" she greeted
"What up, Shawshank?" Fat Amy replied.
"Did you get yourself a bitch?" Cynthia Rose questioned.
"I did a turn at County." Lily quietly told them all as they shot her an odd look.
"You guys waited up for me?"
"Of course we waited up for you," Chloe reassured as Beca walked into her dorm fully.
"Beca, I'm glad you're here. I'm calling an emergency Bella meeting," as if on cue, Aubrey spoke.
"Noooo," Amy quietly protested.
"First up…Our score sheet revealed that the Sockappellas almost beat us. And Fat Amy, you need to do it exactly how we rehearsed it, okay? No surprises,"
"We should be taking risks. It's not enough to be good, we need to put ourselves out there, be different," Beca said, her tounge slipping. All she wanted was to spend a little time with Aubery, but she figured this small outburst would annoy the older woman.
"Beca's right," Cynthia Rose agreed. "The Trebles never sing the same song twice,"
"The audience love the Trebles, they tolerate us. We could change the face of a cappella if we…Oh my god, that sounded so queerballs. What's happening to me? Um..let me show you this arrangement I've been working on," Beca continued, completely losing a hold of her brain – mouth filter.
"Okay rehearsal tomorrow. 8:00am sharp," Aubrey said, quickly cutting them off.

She and Beca watched as their team mates departed Beca's dorm. Aubery moved closer to Beca, pulling her into an embrace, letting their dominant personalities dissapate again. Neither would admit that they enjoyed the feeling of being held by one another, but they could tell by the way their bodies reacted.

"How did you get out?" Aubrey asked. "I came by the station earlier and they said that someone had already bailed you out,"

Beca pressed her lips to Aubery's quickly. "Jesse told my dad and he came and bailed me out," she felt as the blonde tensed at the mention of Jesse. "He seemed disappointed when I yelled at him that he wasn't my boyfriend," Beca giggled.

Aubrey relaxed a little, bringing Beca in close to her, bringing their lips together again. "Don't do anything stupid like that again,"
The pair laughed.

AN: So I kinda got caught up with my other fics and realised the pace of this one was going too slowly. So I apologise for rushing through it the way I did. Reviews are appreciated (: Thanks for reading!