Beca smiled a very weak smile at her mother when she titled her head as the Uber drove away. It had been an interesting weekend. Her mother had met her 'mess' of a boyfriend, told her some things that she had since been replaying in her head. She sighed and walked back inside the building she lived at. She pulled her ringing phone from her back pocket.

"Yeah?" she said answering Jesse.

"Hey—What's wrong?" he asked, noting her tone.

She chuckled humorlessly at the fact that just from one word Jesse noticed her low mood.

"Nothing," she lied.

"Not true," he paused, hearing her sigh. "I'll get it out of you one way or another. Now, tell me, you mom leave yet?"

"Yeah, she just took off," she said pushing the button for her level.

"Okay. I kinda forgot to feed Bender. You think you can drop by my place and feed him? I won't be home until like 2:00 am."

"Yeah, sure," she leaned against the metallic wall of the elevator. "I guess I'll come to the bar to get the keys?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

Reaching her apartment, she picked her MetroCard, stuffing it in her pocket along with some cash in case she needed it.

Beca hadn't seen Jesse since he had met her mother. They texted throughout the weekend but she had strangely missed him more than she usually did. She figured it had something to do with how usually she'd spend the weekend working, too busy to think about him.

Walking inside the bar, she smiled watching Jesse work. He was very focused on the cocktail he was making that he didn't notice her. "A glass of tap water, please," she requested, placing her hand on the counter.

"A glass of a water. Got it," he nodded absentmindedly.

"Add a kiss to the order," she added then smiled when he looked up.

"I have a girlfriend, sorry," he grinned, not sounding sorry. He placed the cocktail in front of a customer, picked up a 20 dollars bill, and returned the change before shifting his attention to Beca.

"Girlfriend, huh?"

"Yep," he placed a pint of tap water in front of her. "And, I love every inch of her very much."

"I love you, too," she leaned up and kissed him.

"Hi," he smiled, pulling away, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop if they kissed for a longer period. He eyed her for a few seconds and saw how her mind was elsewhere. Knowing, she wouldn't tell him what was bothering her easily, he decided to leave for later. "Thanks for doing this. I got out in a hurry and forgot to even brush my teeth," he chuckled, watching her grimace as she sucked her teeth.

"Shut up. I was chewing a mint chewing gum before you got here."

"You start at 1 pm. Why were you in a hurry?"

"I was up until 4 am," he told her as he took an order. "I decided to work on the piece I'm working on and didn't realize how late it had gotten. I didn't hear my alarm clock when it went off," he informed her shifting his attention back to her then reached into his pocket and pulled his key chain, removing a key from it. "Here you go," he handed it to her.

"I'll drop by and give back later," she said.

"No, keep it."

"We're at that stage already?" She arched her eyebrows.

"Well, think of it this way: you're my best friend before you became my girlfriend and as a best friend you should totally have a key to my place," he shrugged.

"That's reasonable," she accepted the key and added to her key chain. She took the spare to her apartment between her fingers, thinking of giving it to him.

"Bec, don't feel obligated to do that. I want you to have the key to my apartment but it doesn't mean you have to give me yours," he leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips. "Now, go. You distracting me from my work."

Beca drank the water and placed a 5 dollar bill on the counter then looked up at Jesse.

"Tap water is for free," he pushed her bill back.

"I'm tipping for the satisfying service," she pushed it back his way."Wanna hang out later?" she asked watching him take it.

"I finish late, you know."

"I know," she nodded and leaned up. "I want you. I'm willing to wait up," she said into his ear and heard him sigh before nuzzled her cheek. "I'll come over," he said huskily into her ear then watched her pull away. "Or, you know what?" he scratched his stubble. "I have an idea."

Beca arched an eyebrow and eyed him, "okay, I'm listening."

"Wait," he told her then walked to the other bartender, Marcus, and tapped his shoulder. Beca watched Jesse as he told him something and saw Marcus nod and say something back.

Jesse grinned then walked around the counter, taking Beca's hand in his. "We've got half an hour," he said as they walked.

"Are you saying that we gonna—"

"Yes," he interrupted her, guiding her to a room in the back. "Marcus' shift over in 30 minutes, he's gonna cover for me until then," he said as he locked the door behind them.

"What are you looking for?" he asked, watching her look around the room.

"Surveillance cameras," she answered.

"There aren't any," he assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "This is what we call the napping zone. It's for when one of us needs a power nap."

"I figured," Beca nodded eyeing the couch that looked less than comfortable to nap on.

"Hey, Bec, you're on the pill, right?"

"Yeah," she frowned at his question because he knew she was.

"Sorry for asking, I'm just double checking. I literally cannot afford to get you pregnant, and I don't have a condom."

"I'm not planning on getting knocked up anytime soon. Don't worry. We're good," she stepped closer to him, cupping his face and pulling him down to her, kissing him hard and walking backwards.

"How many people have had sex on this couch?" Beca asked after climbing on Jesse's lap when he sat down on the couch.

"I'm guessing, a lot. I mean there's a lock on the door," he shrugged then wrapped his arms around her.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna lay on it," she shook her head.

"But, you don't like this position. It makes your knees hurt,"

"I'm not gonna lay down," she tightened her hold around his neck. "Now, stop talking. We don't have a lot of time," she pressed her lips against his.

He let her kiss him and grind against him for a while but knowing it will make her knees hurt was bugging him. He kissed her passionately then slipped his hand under her butt, bringing her closer before he got up.

"What are you doing?" Beca mumbled.

"You," he curtly answered, pinning her against a wall then burying his face in her neck and he slipped his hand under her tank.

"You're fine with this, right?" he asked, pulling away.

"If you don't touch me soon I won't be," she breathlessly said, slightly irritated by the fact he wasn't touching her.

"You're grumpy today," he reached for her shorts' fly and unzipped it. "We're talking about what's bothering you later, okay?"

She nodded just so that he'd stop talking and help her reduce some of the anxiety she had been bottling down.

And, he did.

Jesse placed a kiss on her nose then slowly put her down. Beca held on to him, realizing she still had jelly legs. Jesse quickly buckled his belt then took her hand, guiding her to the couch. "we still got, like, 5 minutes," he ran his fingers through his hair, sitting down.

"Thanks," she leaned up and kissed him. "I really needed this," she rested her forehead against his, feeling his breath. She smiled when he stroked her cheek then placed a kiss on her lips and pulled her into a hug. Any other day she would have told him to let her breath and made comments on how 'he's all sweaty' but she liked the comfort his hug had brought.

She rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes as she listened to his heart beating. She would have fallen asleep if his phone didn't chime with a text and killed any chance of that happening.

"I gotta get back," Jesse said, reading the text.

"Okay," she sat up and pulled her keys from her pockets. "Let yourself in in case I fell asleep," she gave him her spare. He frowned, eyeing her, as he held the key. "I'm not asking you to keep my key. I'm giving you the key to my place only 'cause I don't wanna wake up to get the door for you," she got on her feet.

"Give it back when you come over later," she said zipping her shorts and adjusting her bra then looked at him. He nodded, getting up.

After bidding farewell, Beca took the subway, heading to Jesse's apartment. On the way there, she found herself thinking, yet again, about what her mother had told her. Did she really have issues? She tried to think of how all her past relationships ended and it was always her who called quits without a good enough reason to wreck a relationship.

Before Jesse, she had two legitimate relationships: One with a guy named Nick, who she had dated throughout college but broke up with during his senior year and her junior year because he was graduating and she didn't want to tie him down to her. Nick was good to her. He loved her. She loved him. They had a very healthy relationship.

Her other relationship was with Crispin. He always talked about wanting a family someday. She always told him that starting a family wasn't in her near future plans. She'd be lying if she denied knowing he was going to pop the question because he kept dropping hints and she didn't react to them like she would usually do so he thought she was on board and she didn't correct him.

It was the mark her mother talked about. Crispin asking her to marry him was it.

She thought about Nick and the mark for their relationship: Him graduating.

Beca ran her fingers through her hair and blew a breath. She always ended relationships that could have survived if she didn't let go too soon.

On the walking distance from the subway station to Jesse's apartment, Beca thought about her and Jesse. She had a valid reason to call it quits. New York was temporary for her and permanent for him.

She kept telling herself that picking her life in L.A over staying in New York wasn't their mark. That it was a coincidence that she ended two relationships because they reached a certain point. That the heartache she brought to herself wasn't all her fault.

Lost in her thoughts, she almost walked past where Jesse lived. She shook her head and paced to the building, shaking off her current thoughts and replacing them with ones about poor hungry Bender: the dog that made her occasionally feel like a side chick.

She made her way to his apartment and felt a little weird, going in without Jesse being there there. Bender attacked her with his love, jumping her and barking, wanting to play with her when he recognized her.

"Good boy," she said patting him before she walked to the kitchenette and grabbed his food, placing some of it in his bowl.

Bender didn't waste a second after she placed his food for him. Beca stepped back and eyed him then looked up hearing someone knock on the front door.

"Hi," Beca forced a smile, seeing that it was Jesse's across the hall neighbor, Kate, when she unlocked the door. She opened the door widely when Kate looked behind her. "Jesse isn't here," she informed her.

"I heard Bender so I thought it was him."

"Well, it's not," Beca maintained the same fake smile. "I came over to feed Bender... What can I do for you, Kate?"

"Um, these are Jesse's. He left them over, like, a week ago."

Beca frowned taking the Starwars unaltered original trilogy Blu Ray cases from Kate.

"We only got to finish New Hope then his daughter fell asleep and he had to leave."

Beca nodded, rubbing her thumb on one of the cases. It was her gift to him for Christmas. It made her slightly annoyed that Jesse was still hanging out with his neighbor who clearly had a crush on him that she had acted on. It shouldn't have bothered her but it. And, him forgetting something she gave him at his neighbor's place annoyed her even more.

"I'll make sure I tell him you dropped these by," Beca said. "Anything else?"

"No, thanks. I'll text him if there's anything," she shrugged.

I'm not angry. I'm not angry. I'm not angry— Beca kept telling herself. Why would I be mad? They text. They're friends. Friends text and watch movies together. It's normal to forget something that was gifted to you at your friend's house— "Okay," Beca stepped back. "I'll see you around Kate."

"Oh, wait. I just remembered that he still has my brownie pan. We baked here and I forgot to take it. You think you can get it for me?"

"Sure," Beca nodded. "Um, c'mon in. I don't wanna leave the door open. Bender, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, thank you."

Beca let her in then closed the door behind them.

"Brownie pan," Beca murmured. Fine, I'm angry— she clenched her fist.

She wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even herself, but she was jealous of Kate because she got to hang out with Jesse, watch movies with him and bake with him. While she gets a quickie in 'the napping zone' and a quick lunch in front of a food truck because of their stupid work hours. Her excuses for getting mad were silly and she was aware of that but it didn't help make her less angry.

She looked around for a brownie pan and found it. "Is this it?" She asked, turning to look at Kate who was playing with Bender.

"Yeah, that's the one," she straightened up. "Thank you," she took it from her and started to make her way out of the apartment. Beca left shortly after she did.

Beca heard Jesse when he got in. She glanced at the time to find it 1:15 am. She pulled the covers and pretended she was asleep. She was still mad. Very mad.

Jesse carefully walked, making as little noise as he could, thinking she was asleep. He took off his t-shirt, walking into the en-suite bathroom.

He felt sticky from all the sweat. He needed a shower but it could wake Beca up so he settled for simply washing his face, neck, hands and brushing his teeth.

Walking out of the en-suite bathroom, Jesse took off his jeans, converse and socks before climbing next to Beca. He watched her for a few seconds then leaned in and placed a kiss on her shoulder. He didn't have the heart to wake her up even though she green lit it. She had work to wake up to the next day. He laid back eyed her as she gave him his back then reached for her hair and stroked it.

She texted him that she had fed Bender and that Kate over to give him back some DVDs and took her pan.

He found it weird that she didn't recognize the Blu Ray cases because she gave them to him. It was also weird that she referred to them as 'some DVDs'. Jesse figured it had something to do with whatever that was bothering her.

Jesse woke up on his own, by himself. He blinked then looked at the nightstand to check the time on the alarm clock. He almost jumped when he saw that it was 12:47 pm then realized that it was Monday and that he didn't work on Mondays.

Sam was her with mother, probably on a plane to L.A, as he laid in bed. He wouldn't see her until next Monday.

Jesse got out of Beca's bed and walked out of the room as he unlocked his phone, checking if he had received any e-mails or texts. He didn't find any. He walked to the kitchenette, hoping to find a note on the fridge. He frowned not finding anything.

'Hey, babe, I just woke up. Sorry for sleeping in.' he texted Beca.

It was weird for Beca not to leave him at least a note when she'd leave and he'd still be asleep.

He shrugged it off and stretched, taking a look around the kitchenette. There were a few plates and bowls in the sink waiting to get washed, coffee in the coffee machine, and Pop-Tarts on the counter.

Jesse had some Pop-Tarts and black coffee for breakfast. Feeling less than productive for the day, he decided to kill time until Beca came back from work. He washed the plates in her sink along with the mug he drank coffee in then showered and changed into a clean t-shirt and boxers, he had left over, and wore back his jeans.

He went to his apartment to feed Bender then went back to Beca's, making a quick stop at a grocery store to get the grocery he needed so that they'd make dinner together.

Jesse made it back to Beca's apartment before she did. He unpacked grocery then took a seat on the couch, watching whatever was on the TV. He checked his phone to see if Beca had texted him back and seeing that she didn't he figured she was busy.

As he tossed his phone on the coffee table, he heard her unlock the door.

"Hey, million dollar baby," he greeted, getting up. She tossed her bag on the couch and ran her fingers through her hair, "hi."

"Long day at work?" he asked, throwing an arm over her shoulder and pulling her to him.

"The usual," she replied.

"What's wrong?" he frowned.

"Nothing," she stepped away and walked to her bedroom.

"No. Something is up," he followed her.

"I'm just tired," she shrugged.

"Beca, you agreed to talk to me about whatever it is that has been bugging you," he reminded her as he watched her strip down to her underwear before making her way to her closet.

He sighed when she didn't reply and walked to her, placing his hands on her waist and leaning in.

"Jess, I'm not in the mood."

"I can get you in the mood," he said into her ear then placed a kiss on her cheek.

She grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and walked away from him.

"Why are you acting like this?" he asked, watching her get dressed.

"What, I can't say no to sex?" she asked as she slipped her sweatpants on.

"You know that's not what I mean. You're clearly mad at me for some reason. Tell me what it is so that I can fix it."

She wore her t-shirt then pulled her hair in a ponytail then walked into the en-suite bathroom.

"You can't just ignore me, Bec," he followed her and watched her remove her make up.

"Jesse, nothing is wrong."

"You were upset about something yesterday when you came to the bar to take the key. Now, you're upset with me. Why?"

"Don't you have better things to do?" she walked past him.

"Like what?" he followed her.

"I don't know," she shrugged grabbing her laptop and starting it. "A piece to compose? A movie to watch with your neighbor?" she took a seat on the couch.

"Wait, you're mad at me because I watched StarWars with Kate?" he asked in disbelief. He took her silence for a yes. "Beca, I told you, she's a friend. And, she'll always be a friend," he sighed. "Could you please talk back?" he requested, irritated by her silence.

"So, it's not just that!" he concluded, raising his voice a little. "Did your mom say something that changed your mind about me? About us?"

"You know I don't care about what mom thinks of you," she answered without looking up. She didn't know why she was so mad. But she was and him pushing for answers was pushing her buttons.

"Then what is it?" he asked raising his voice even more.

"Don't yell at me!" she snapped.

"You wouldn't talk to me and you expect me to just sit around and be cool about it? You're angry at me and I wanna know what did I do!"

"There's nothing to talk about. Please, leave me alone. I don't wanna fight."

"I'm not leaving. We're already arguing over something that pissed you off and I'm unaware of," he shrugged. "You're acting like a kid and luckily I know how to deal with kids," he said. He knew he was pushing her but at that point all he wanted was to get her to talk.

"Fuck you," she closed her laptop and held it close to her as she walked to her bedroom.

"Oh, you did plenty of that alright," he watched her lock the door behind her.

"Really, Beca?" he rubbed his forehead. "You're just proving my point, you know? You're acting like a freaking teenager!" he intentionally raised his voice higher than he intended. Jesse was getting frustrated and the way she was behaving was starting to get on his nerves. "Sorry for yelling," he apologized, clearing his throat.

"Beca, c'mon. Let's talk about whatever this is," he sighed, resting his hand on the wall, facing her bedroom. "Beca—" he looked up when she unlocked the door and frowned noting the tears that were building up in her eyes. A beat went by as they look at each other in silence. She was on the verge of tears. And, he was feeling guilty, thinking that the way he yelled was the reason.

"I wanna break up," she finally said.

"What?" he straightened up. "Why? What happened that is bad enough to be a reason we go our separate ways?" he asked, feeling a mixture of confusion, anger and fear. He was afraid of loosing her.

"Jesse, let's be reasonable. We hardly see each other— your fucking neighbor gets to hang out with you more than me," she wiped her cheek. "You're wasting your time with me since I'm leaving. So, we should just end things now," she shrugged.

"No," he shook his head. "We're not breaking up."

"Jesse, I'm breaking up with you. Take a fucking hint and leave," she looked away from him.

"Beca, you can't do this to us. I know you're planning on leaving. I don't care. We work together. I'm trying to spend more time with you—you've settled in in your job, you'll have more time now—Beca, please," he was trying not to break down in front of her but watching her trying and failing at it was making it hard for him to keep it together.

"Jesse, I'm done. We're over," she mumbled and stepped back inside her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

"No. We're not," he said loud enough for her to hear him. "You're not getting rid of me this easily, Beca."

He ran a hand over his face then felt like the walls were closing in on him and had to get out of the apartment to breath. He paced out of her place, making his way to the elevator. He ran out of the building when the elevator reached the ground floor. Sucking in a breath, he looked up at her apartment.

Jesse decided to give her some time before trying to talk to her and knock some sense into her.

AN: So, um, how can I put this? I found a way to do some plot development and also make 'em fight. Basically I was going to have them fight then make up but then I had a brilliant idea to sorta shoehorn the fight into Beca figuring out her shit without making it look like shoehorning. I hope this brief explanation made sense to you.

Thanks for reading. I hope this was a fine read. I'd like to hear thoughts.

Also, I'll try to get back to updating more frequently but no promises because strange enough I'm busy these days.