Open Doors, Open Hearts and Osmosis
Once the Oath ("that is literally the dumbest thing that Aubrey Posen has ever done. In her entire life", Beca had voiced emphatically, waving her arms around) had been abandoned and Beca had essentially serenaded the boy who had broken down her walls, Jesse Swanson and Beca Mitchell became A Couple.
That was the way they were addressed. Beca and Jesse, a Bella and a Treble. The couple that had broken all the rules (because clearly Stacie sleeping with the rest of the Treblemakers didn't count). They were That Couple.
Despite everything, they rarely found themselves apart. They spent their breaks together- Jesse watching a movie on his laptop or studying while Beca worked on her music- and spent the weekends with a bowl of popcorn between them, Jesse trying to educate Beca with classic films (more often than not, she would nod off on his shoulder and he'd sigh heavily, vowing to show her the rest another time). When Benji's magic tricks got a little too weird and wonderful, Jesse would leave the Treblehouse and head towards the dorm she shared with Fat Amy. And when there was a sock on the doorknob (very likely), she would cross the campus to the Treblehouse.
"There's a sock on the doorknob".
"This is the third time this week", Benji reminded her, as he let Beca in (he didn't even know why. She wandered in regardless).
"I know. Imagine how I feel, Benj! Is Jesse around?"
"No, he's got class".
"That's cool, that's cool". And she opened her backpack, sitting down on the couch.
It had become the norm, for Jesse and the Trebles to come home and find Beca already there. Just like Beca was never surprised when the smell of microwave popcorn was wafting out of her dorm.
He'd weaselled his way into her heart, and there was no going back. Beca Mitchell was head over heels.
"Hello", Beca said in confusion, as she opened the door of the dorm. Jesse was lying on her bed, his laptop in front of him, and a bowl of popcorn to his left.
"Hey Becs, how was practice?" he questioned. "Come here, we're watching Sixteen Candles. It's another John Hughes classic; you're going to love it".
"Really?" she said unsurely.
"Promise, you'll love it".
After twenty minutes, she was leaning on her chin, trying not to squirm (she was a child).
"Beca, are you watching?" he questioned.
She nodded. "Yep".
(She totally wasn't. But he forgave her.)
"What's going on?" Jesse questioned, opening the door.
"Hat wants to know if Beca's moved in", Benji questioned.
"What?" Jesse looked at him, and Benji pointed into the living room. Sitting among the mess of the male household was Beca's textbooks, laptop, pens and papers, and in the middle of it, Beca Mitchell, fast asleep with her head on the coffee table.
"She's studying through the process of osmosis", he chuckled, moving closer towards her. He knelt down beside her, putting a hand gently on her shoulder. "Hey Becs", he said softly. "Trying to study through osmosis?"
She slowly opened one eye, giving him a soft smile. "I think it's working", she murmured, sitting up properly and stretching her arms out in front of her. "How was class?" she yawned, shutting her book. "There is nothing good I can get out of that".
He offered her his hand, pulling her up onto the couch. Still yawning, she curled up beside him, putting her head on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around her. She was a part of the Treblehouse by that point in the year, and he loved it.
(He hoped that one day he'd be able to come home to her curled up on their couch, her music equipment surrounding her.)
"How was class?" he wanted to know.
"Boring", he admitted. "Who thought that it would be a good idea?"
"That would be you".
He frowned at her. "Thanks, Mitchell".
She almost chuckled, her eyes sparkling in the way that he loved. The sparkle that she'd hidden from him for the entirety of their freshman year. But now she had nothing to hide.
She'd opened her heart, and he'd opened his door. They were Beca and Jesse and they could get through anything.