So, in the last chapter I completely forgot to mention that I was not meaning to offend a cappella fans. Like Jesse says, there are weirder (e.g. me, bronies, etc). Also, special thanks to the passerby reviewer- What I meant by "Barden University auditiorium", I actually meant "Schnee Performing Arts Center". Thanks!

Shorter than usual chapter, but nevertheless I hope you all enjoy it! Read and review :D

Disclaimer: I do not own any familiar songs, characters, movies, etc. that I mention below.

On the eighth day of Christmas my weirdo gave to me...

Eight Grumpy Senior Citizens

"You girls are too revealing! We're not watching until you get some more clothes on." An old woman complains, along with seven other old people at the nursing home they were in.

The Bellas look helplessly at their leader, who looks to Aubrey for guidance. The former leader of the group scratches her head, unsure of what to do. Jesse lets out an exasperated sigh, unexpecting such a predicament.

Eight hours earlier...

This time, it's Jesse who wakes up first. It's around four o'clock in the morning, and he's been disturbed out of a glorious dream involving Beca and dinosaurs. It wasn't really who woke him up, rather, it was what. He lifts his head and sees Beca's petite body curled up into a ball snuggled into his body. He shakes his head, wondering if he was just dreaming, when that noise erupts into his ear again. He rubs his eyes and looks around his room, wondering if something were in his room or something. The sound comes again, this time he realizes it's closer than he thought it was, and so he keeps his eyes peeled. He looks at Beca's sleeping form and wraps his arms around her, and that's when he not only hears it, but feels it. The body up against him exhales, and suddenly he knows what the sound was. Beca was snoring.

He bursts out laughing at the sudden realization, unable to stop. She rouses from her sleep, irritated and confused. She slaps a hand over his mouth, but he continues laughing, which brings her to her boiling point. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Will you shut up?"

He shakes his head repeatedly as the tears start to roll down his cheeks. She groans and moves to the other side of the bed, folding the pillow over her ears in an attempt to drown out all the noise in the world. He grabs her waist and pulls her back to his body. He brushes the hair blocking her ear away and leans in, smirking. "You were snoring."

She flips over and looks him dead in the eye. "And?"

He gulps. "It was funny?"

"You're an idiot. I'm leaving." She rolls her eyes and tries to get up, only to be stopped by Jesse's grabby hands. He climbs on top of her so that he was straddling her hips, frustrating her. "Can you get off? I just want some damn sleep."

"Sorry! I've never heard you snore before. It was funny!" He chuckles lightly, not receiving a very amused response from the grumpy brunette.

Beca takes a pillow and hits him with it, knocking him back to her side. "Me snoring is not funny. I never snore."

"That's why it's funny!" He repeats, this time throwing his arms into the air wildly. She looks up, blinks sleepily, then gives up trying to talk to him and buries herself into his body again. His chuckles die out, and finally it's peaceful and quiet.

Hiccup.

Jesse covers his mouth, trying not to make another sound. Beca stiffens beside him, just waiting for another one to come out of that loud mouth of his.

Hiccup.

This time, it was her turn trying to hold in her laughter. That's what he gets for waking her up.

Hiccup.

She turns to him, smirking. "Do you need water or something?"

He bites his lip and shakes his head stubbornly, attempting to show her that he was perfectly fine. She waits for another spasm to hit his chest.

Hiccup.

She gives him a wry smile as he begins nodding his head animatedly. She sighs and they get off the bed. She drags him out into the kitchen and pours him a glass of water from which he drinks in one big gulp. She allows herself to lean onto the counter, waiting and crossing her fingers.

Hiccup.

"You're kidding me."

He shakes his head, his cheeks round as he inhaled air into them. She pours him another couple of glasses and he gulps them all down, all the while she waited impatiently.

Hiccup.

"Do you guys have peanut butter?"

His shoulders go up and droop down, making her frown. She digs into the messy cupboards and pantry and finally finds a jar. She takes out two spoons and they each have a spoonful of the smooth peanut butter. They wait.

Silence.

Jesse jumps in victory and high-fives Beca. The celebration is short-lived, however, because Beca drags him back to the room so they could get some sleep. Once they get comfortable once again, he strokes the skin on her back, lulling her to sleep.

Almost.

He checks to see if she was asleep by waving a hand in front of her face. She opens an eye, annoyed.

"I really need to pee."

She groans. "Then pee?"

He excuses himself off the bed and she rolls her eyes. Why was it so hard to get some sleep around here?

He gets back and continues stroking her back, hoping she falls back asleep. It doesn't work.

"Jess?"

"Yeah?"

She turns to face him. "I can't sleep."

"I wonder whose fault that is."

Her jaw clenches. "I don't laugh when you snore."

"I snore?!"

She scoffs and digs her face into his chest to prevent herself from giving herself away. "What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Today," He corrects, "we're going to have a test performance at the nursing home my grandma lives in. She asked me what a cappella was and I wanna show her firsthand."

She takes her face out of his chest and scooches over so that she was face-to-face with him. "That's nice of you."

"Us. We're doing nice things for nice old people. It'll be fun."

Eight hours later...

"This is most definitely not fun." Beca mumbles as she takes a seat in the atrium, where the girls all slumped in their Christmas outfits. Their clothes weren't that short and they didn't think it would offend anyone, but they were most certainly wrong. The eight elderly folks refused to watch, and while they could still perform without fixing their clothing choices, Beca saw that it was bothering Jesse. She knew how important it was to him and she'd feel awful if something stupid were to ruin it. So, she had to come up with a fast decision.

"Stacie, what did you do when you violated the dress code when you were in high school?"

The busty brunette looks up from filing her nails. "Oh, that's easy. I was forced to put on a long coats. It always happened on Halloween."

"Does everyone have long coats?" She looks at the nods around the room and sighs in relief. It was a simple solution to an odd problem.

She runs to tell Jesse and they begin their performance, starting with the BU Harmonics' "All I Want for Christmas", then the Trebles' version of "Jingle Bell Rock", and then the Bellas go with "Silent Night". They end the afternoon with all the groups with "Santa Claus is Coming to Town", where a guy dressed as St. Nicholas himself appears and gives each old person a present. It was a sweet sight, in Beca's opinion, and although exhausted, she did have a little fun. The old people sang along and danced cutely to their music. The eight previously angry old people come up and give them praise, almost as if they forgot about the outfit dilemma. She observes how the groups were all mingling with the senior citizens, smiling at how smoothly it was going. Suddenly, Jesse comes up to her and pulls her arms around his waist. She looks up, confused. His eyes wander to an isolated old woman in the corner with frilly white hair and brown eyes that resembled so much like Jesse's. She could only assume it was his grandmother.

He leans his forehead onto hers and brushes away a couple stray hairs before speaking lowly into her ear. "Would you like to meet my Nan, Becs? I understand if—"

She chews her bottom lip nervously and exhales deeply, nodding. He gives her a light kiss before leading her to his grandmother.

"Nan, this is Beca," he says with a smile, "we've been together for a couple of months now". Beca shakes the old lady's hand, noticing the trembling that came with it. No movement flickered on her face, instead she wore an emotionless mask. But somehow, Beca could tell she was trying so hard to give her something, anything— a smile, a squeeze.

Like her hands, her voice trembles as she speaks softly to the young brunette. "Hello, Beca. I'm Alice. You were all wonderful. Thank you."

Beca gives her a warm smile and bites the inside of her cheek, unsure of what to say. Something about the way her eyes glistened made Beca feel it— She wasn't sure of what, but she felt it.

"I'm sorry about Gertrude, her and her gang are all old prudes."

Surprised, Beca finds herself laughing softly at her comment, realizing all the life behind those dull brown eyes. Her face remains expressionless, however, as she leans in to touch Beca's cheek. Taken aback from the sudden invasion of privacy, she jumps a little.

"I apologize, you just... You're very beautiful, you know. My grandson chose well."

"Aw, Nan..."

She begins to rock back and forth as her tremors start to increase. Beca leans into Jesse's chest as she takes one of his hands and squeezes it. He looks at her and nods, noticing her discomfort.

"We have to head out now, sorry Nan. I'll see you next week, okay? I'll go get Karen for you," He leaves her alone with Alice for a bit, trying to be as quick as possible to find her caretaker. The old woman takes Beca's hand again and holds it to her cheek.

"That Jesse is a good boy. I hope he's just as good to you as he is to me, my dear." She says softly.

She nods. "He is, he really is."

"Good, very, very good." Alice mumbles quietly as she let's go of her hand slowly. Karen comes and to take Alice back to her room, where Jesse accompanies her for a bit. Beca returns to the girls, who were busy laughing with an old man who looked a lot like Hugh Heffner.

"Oh my God, Beca! Doesn't this guy look a lot like Hugh Heffner?" Chloe whispers excitedly in her ear. Beca, whose mind was off somewhere else, nods distractedly. Chloe dismisses her friend's distracted state and continues chatting with the old man. Jesse comes back and takes her away from all the noise in the atrium and into the main entryway. They take a seat next to one of the property's many cats, who pads over next to Beca's side as she strokes its soft fur. Beca wasn't sure of how to act in situations like these, but she genuinely tried to be as supportive as possible, even if it weren't in her comfort zone.

"She's nice, and she's funny. You're lucky."

"Yeah, she is." His smile's missing a certain quality, but he remains a calm demeanor. "I haven't seen her smile in years." He sighs, his eyes dulling by the second.

"I'm sorry, Jess." She gives him a weak smile and reaches up to kiss his face, hoping that it'd somehow comfort him, even though she knew it wouldn't. His lips move passionately against hers, but they're forced to pull away at the reality of the situation in which they were at an elderly home and that it probably wasn't appropriate for them to be doing that. "We can ditch this place, maybe go watch a couple of movies or get some sleep. I can tell Aubrey to handle it."

After a flicker of hesitation, he nods and she pulls him away from the building, wanting to relieve all the stresses that were held inside of it.