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Donuts
Upon meeting that aca-nerd known as Jesse Swanson, Beca was told that she hated movies and sugary goodness. But Jesse didn't know anything.
Because donuts were her weakness.
The round, sugary pastries were possibly her favourite food in the world (aside from Taco Bell). Every birthday as a child, she would ask for donuts sprinkled in icing sugar, rather than a cake. Granted, they were harder to stick candles into (her fifth birthday, she remembered very vividly, her father growling in exasperation as he tried to shoved the candles into the powdery white pastries, Beca hovering over him and telling him not to smear the sugar Daddy), but there was something about them that she loved.
Jesse noticed a lot about Beca. He noticed her makeup and her changes in attitude and her amazingly scary earspike (which scared the hell out of him, if he was honest). He was very observant when it came to the tiny brunette, and she was well aware of it.
(Borderline creepy, she thought. But that was okay. He seemed harmless enough.)
And he hadn't not noticed her love of the sugary pastries. Because when they left the station (Jesse lingering behind to walk with her), she often pulled one out of her backpack.
"What's with the donuts?" Jesse said, as he pulled out a juice pouch for himself.
"What's with the juice pouches?" she retorted.
"Touché".
"Hey weirdo", Jesse said cheerfully, tossing a juice pouch to her.
"Thank you".
Fumbling a little, she caught it, before unzipping her own backpack. Pulling out two donuts, she offered him a pastry. Jesse took it with an ear to ear grin, beaming at her.
"We're best friends, aren't we?"
She didn't answer, piercing the straw through her juice pouch.
"I called it. Best friends and or lovers", he said, hoping to get a rise out of her (because nothing wound her up more than telling her that one day they'd be lovers).
"Don't say lovers". She bit into the donut and he just grinned at her. She rolled her eyes, chewing slowly.
He left her juice pouches.
She left him donuts.
Was it their thing?
Perhaps.
(Under no means was Aubrey Posen to find out.)
On the night that the Bellas creamed the Trebles (Beca's words, and Jesse retorted with a grin and 'you wouldn't have gotten anywhere without our song'- prompting screeches 'YOU HAVE A SONG?' from Chloe, Aubrey, Fat Amy, Cynthia Rose and Stacie, to which Beca hastened to tell them otherwise), they ordered celebratory pizza and donuts.
"So how long has this been going on?" Aubrey pointed suspiciously to Beca, who was perched in Jesse's lap. The boy's arms were wrapped around his waist, as if afraid to let her go. Beca smiled sheepishly, and Aubrey's eyes widened.
(How had it been going on under her nose without her knowing?)
"Aubrey, let it go", Chloe told her, and Aubrey sighed.
Beca reached for a donut and took a bite, leaning back against Jesse's chest (because she was small enough to fit comfortably in his arms). Jesse leaned over her shoulder to take a bite and Fat Amy gasped audibly.
"That's love", Benji confirmed, nodding. "As if she'd let anyone else do that!"
Stacie cooed (because Fat Amy owed her twenty bucks and there was no way she'd let the Australian forget), making Beca blush.
"Happy birthday Beca!"
It was a minute past midnight on the eighth of August, and Jesse was obnoxiously warbling down the phone.
(He knew he was risking death calling her in the middle of the night and interrupting her sleep, but it was her birthday and there was no chance he was going to miss the occasion.)
"Douche", she croaked, her voice thick with sleep. "What's your problem?"
"It's your birthday!" he said, sounding genuinely surprised that she needed to ask. "And I wanted to hear your voice".
"We talked yesterday", she grumbled, rubbing her eyes and trying to heave herself off the mountain of pillows she buried herself in. "What's wrong?"
"I'm just calling to say happy birthday", he said brightly. "And let you know that your present should be arriving later".
(Beca didn't class it as the next day until it was daylight. It was two minutes past midnight and Jesse was a douchebag- a sweet douche, but a douchebag nonetheless.)
"Thanks weirdo", she yawned.
"Anyway, I'll let you get some sleep. Talk to you later, alright? Happy birthday Becs, love you".
"Love you", she mumbled, sounding like she was already asleep. Jesse just grinned, knowing exactly what would be arriving at her house later that day.
"Beca, there's something here for you!" her father called, and Beca came down the stairs.
"What?"
He held out two boxes and a bunch of flowers. She rolled her eyes. "Jesse".
"Thought so". Her father grinned, and Beca took the boxes and flowers from his arms. Setting them on the dining room table, she slit open the bigger of the two boxes. Inside was a stack of DVDs (because he was determined she was to continue her movication during the summer), a box of microwave popcorn (because what was a movie without popcorn?), a small bundle of new USB drives (because she had been sending him songs all summer and was running low) and a card that was almost bigger than the box.
"Weirdo", she chuckled.
The smaller box was one she recognised- it was one from the bakery near her father's house. Frowning slightly, she opened it and found seventeen round, glazed donuts, 'happy birthday Beca' in black piping.
"He's one of a kind", her father said with a small smile, and Beca nodded, a smile creeping onto her face.
"He's a weirdo", she agreed. Taking the donut with the letter H iced on it, she bit into it and pulled her phone out of her pocket.
When Jesse's phone hummed with a text message, he broke into a grin.
Thanks weirdo, love you