He glanced up at her, he sees her furiously rubbing her eyes. He sees her long sleeves, pulled up all the way. He sees how she just stares at the floor brokenly. It breaks his heart to see a woman so strong, falling apart in front of has her head in her hands and he can see how her body is racking with sobs. He edges closer, unsure of what to say.

"Beca?" he places his hand gently on her shoulder, feeling her body tense up,"are you alright?"

She looks up at him, her face trying to mask so much pent up pain. But even though she's emotionally dying inside, she smiles. It's not of those sincere smiles where you can see in her eyes that she is REALLY smiling. It's a forced smile. Her lips are tight and her eyes are glazed over with tears, those eyes that captivate Jesse Swanson are no longer a soft shade of blue. They're a dark, broken blue with hints of insecurity. She bites her lip unable to control her tears.

He's an idiot. Why didn't he see that she was crying from down there? Maybe because it was dark and she's so tiny. Enough Swanson, you have to see what's going on.

"Beca, are you sure you're okay? You don't seem like it. And what's with those...?" He gestures to her nightstand with the razors with fresh blood on them.

Her eyes widen like saucers.

SHIT MITCHELL. HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID? NOW THIS NERD IS GOING TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU!

She rushes forward quickly and quickly stretches forward to grab the items and put them in her drawer. As she does, her sleeve rolls up revealing her recent, deep, red cuts she made on her arm. She tried to ignore Jesse's gasp but her body froze. He could see her body convulsing, so he took matters into his own hands.

He hugged her. He hugged Beca Effing Mitchell. Of all the cold, moody and distant people, he decided to hug her. He felt her body tense up at first as his body first made contact with hers. Then he felt her arms moving. Maybe to slap him or push him. But no. They incircled Jesses chest and gripped tight to his t-shirt. He held her tight, never wanted to let go of her. He felt her body shaking in his arms. He heard her silent, yet heartbreaking whimpers she made into his chest. He felt the tears soak into his shirt. But he didn't care, his best friend was breaking; he really couldn't care about anything else.

Her legs grew weak, so her knees buckled inwards and she couldn't feel enough strength to hold onto him anymore. So she fell to the floor on her knees. She didn't care if her sleeves have suddenly ridden up, exposing her fresh cuts. She wasn't capable of caring anymore. She wanted to give up. Give up on everything.

He slumped down to her level, holding her shoulders as she racked her body.

"Jess.." she tried to speak through her emotions.

"I-*sob*-can't do-*sob*- this..." she couldn't do it anymore. She felt like shit. She couldn't speak. She began to cry uncontrollably, not bothering to hide the noises.

He shoved her head into his chest as she broke down. What she couldn't figure out was why she was trusting this nerd so much. Why was she not afraid to let out her emotions in front of him.

After about an hour, they sat in silence as Beca had her head in Jesse's chest, him stroking her hair as she played with his jacket.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" he said gently stroking his hand across her scarred wrist.

She hesitated as he waited patiently. She could see the love in his eyes. She could trust him, couldn't she?

A/N MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I LOOVE LEAVING YOU IN THESE CLIFFHANGERS X'DD Anyway, please don't kill me. This chapter was a short chapter promoting their eventual intimacy level grow. The next chapter will be HEAVY AS FUCK

-Jeca1347