Beca was in her office going through a couple of contracts before she printed them. Hitting print, she got up and got out of her office and made her her way to the break room to fill herself a cup of coffee.

Sipping her black coffee, she started to make her way back to her office. She glanced at the elevator when she heard it open. Seeing that it was Jesse, she acknowledged him with a smile then got inside her office. She looked at her watch and was surprised when she saw that it was already 3pm.

"You're on time," she said over her shoulders when Jesse walked in. She placed her coffee on the desk then turned on her heels.

"You have a tight schedule, the least I could do is show up on time," he said, watching Beca draw the curtains and close the door to give them some privacy.

"How was your appointment?" she asked, turning to face him.

"It was interesting," he answered. She nodded, deciding to leave the conversation about his doctor's appointment for later.

Jesse reached over and hugged her before he pecked her lips.

"So, I was talking with mom for legal advice," she started to say as she made her way to her office and took a seat.

"Yeah?" he sat down on one of the seat facing her desk.

"The contract you sign wouldn't benefit you on the long run," she grabbed it and tore it in front of him.

"This one though," she grabbed the sheets from the printer. "It limits the label's say in your work. You would still have all the rights to your work and it's only for this album," she told him. "I also did some digging and got you a fair price per piece."

Beca placed the contract in front of him then pushed his paycheck near it.

"3 thousand dollars," Jesse exclaimed.

"From all the work you gave me I'm buying 8 on the label's behalf," she grabbed her checkbook and a pen. "I'm buying the rest. I don't want to put them under the label's name in case I get fired or quit," she shrugged and tore the check from the checkbook and put it in front of him.

"Beca this is a lot," he took one look at the second check she placed in front of him.

"This contract over here would basically give me the legal rights to use your work but you'll always have composer credit when I use any of them."

"Beca, you are overpaying me," he pushed back the checks.

"Nope," she shook her head. "I did my homework. This is what you deserve—I should have done it earlier but I didn't," she shrugged and put a pen in front of him. "We're running on a tight budget, you think I'd be giving money away?"

"I wasn't talking about the 3 thousand dollars. I can't take the money for the pieces you're buying under your own name," he told her. "Pay me whenever you're going to use any of them," he added, grabbing the check and tearing it.

"I'll twerk the contract then and get back to you on it," she grabbed the contract and put it in front of herself then made some notes on it with the pen and tossed it aside.

"This is your contract for the directing gig," she put another sheet in front of him. "50 bucks an hour," she said, watching Jesse sign the contracts without reading them. "We gonna be shooting over the weekend." She placed his second paycheck in front of him.

"Thank you," Beca grabbed both contracts and put them in a folder.

"No, thank you," he watched her grab her cup of coffee. "You got more meetings to come?" he asked.

"This is my last meeting for the day," she told him. "I'm going to go check on the producers working in the studio right now and act like I know what I'm doing."

"You do know what you're doing."

"Please, I messed up your contract," she scoffed.

"You're learning how to do this part of the job," he gestured at the paperwork. "But you know your music. These producers are lucky to have you around."

Jesse got on his feet.

"You're headed to the bar?" Beca asked.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Jesse you sure working at a bar is the right thing to be doing?" she walked around her desk.

"They pay well, Bec," he told her. "We'll talk later, okay?"

She nodded and hugged him then glanced at the time and saw that they were done really fast.

"Hey, Jesse, there's something I've been thinking about," she stepped back.

"What's up?"

"I think we should keep this," she gesture between the both of them, "a secret," she told him.

"This?" he frowned.

"Yeah, this," she paused, "whatever it is we're doing."

"I think the word you're looking for is relationship."

"We're involved romantically. And I'm your employer: it's unethical for me to be hooking up with you."

He nodded, resting his hand on her waist.

"It would hurt my reputation—a reputation that I'm starting to build— if a word got out that I hired my on and off boyfriend," she blew a breath. "When I came up to you with the job proposal I didn't think we'd be back together anytime soon," she shrugged. "People don't care about details: they just wanna talk shit and I don't want anyone to talk about us in any way."

"I understand," he nodded again. "We can keep it under wraps for as long as you want," he pulled her to him. "It should be fun to act all secretive," he shrugged then smiled when she leaned up and kissed him.

A quick knock on the door made Beca pull away from him and take a few steps back while running her fingers through her hair.

Matt peeped his head through the doorway after unlocking it.

"Beca," he paused. "Jason," he said, eyeing Jesse.

"Jesse," Jesse corrected him.

"Sorry, yeah, Jesse," he nodded.

"What's up Matt?" Beca asked, watching the way Jesse tensed up.

"I was wondering if you had a minute to go over a marketing idea I had."

"You're head of marketing why would you want to hear my say?"

"Because it's related to your a cappella project."

"Well," she glanced at Jesse.

"You're busy," Matt nodded, "I'll get back to your later," he drummed his fingers on the door.

"No, I was just leaving," Jesse said then tilted his head to look at Beca. "E-mail me when you make that change in the contract," he extended his hand. "Pleasure doing business with you," he winked.

"You too," Beca took his hand and shook it. "I'll get right on it," she assured him.

Matt opened the door wide-open and let Jesse through then looked back at Beca expectantly until she nodded and grabbed her coffee.

"Walk with me, Woodward," she told him as she walked out of her office. "I have to go to the studio," she added.

"Yeah. So, I was thinking you guys go to some a cappella competition and kick ass," he started to say.

Beca glanced at Jesse as he walked and she checked him out. He felt her faze and glanced back at her, smirking as he shook his head and pushed the button for the elevator.

"Beca?" Matt called, feeling her zone out.

"Sorry, you were saying?" she sipped from her coffee and shifted her attention to Matt.

"Does he have to be here?" Jesse asked, once he and Beca were alone on the porch.

"It's his house," she glanced behind her. "He's been generous enough to rent it for nothing," she looked back at Jesse. "Look, I know that you don't like him but he's my friend and he's trying to help," she sighed. "I won't kick him out."

"I'm not asking you to do that," he scratched his beard.

"Good," she looked behind her again. Tilting her head back to look at Jesse, she was surprised when Jesse leaned in and stole a kiss from her.

"Dude," she looked around them.

"They're all inside," he assured her.

"There are windows," she gestured at them.

"What did you want to talk about?" he shrugged.

"Right," she paused, "I wanted to know if you got a sponsor yet," she said.

"Nope," he shook his head. "The doctor said that alcohol levels aren't high enough for me to relapse when I'm medicated. No need for a sponsor to keep me sober. Plus I got you," he smiled at her. "C'mon," he flipped his baseball cap backwards. "Let's do some directing," he smacked her butt and walked past her.

Beca smiled to herself and followed him into Matt's beach house.

It was the first day of shooting. Everything was going as planned and Jesse was handling things very well for a newly sober drunk.

Jesse went to see a doctor like he promised he would. The doctor prescribed him a drug to help with the craving and vitamins to strengthen him. Rehab was an option but Jesse didn't want to go mainly because he couldn't afford it and didn't want Beca to pay for it.

"Why haven't you changed yet?" Chloe asked, spotting Beca.

"I'm not going to," Beca shrugged.

"Beca—"

"—Chlo, I won't wear them."

"Image sells," Stacie shoved the clothes into her arms. "Go change, you're wasting time," she added.

"Who bought the wardrobe for this music video?" Beca asked.

"I did," Stacie told her. "He helped," he nodded at Matt. "He actually insisted we get these pajamas for you."

Matt was drinking coffee in the back pretending like he wasn't eavesdropping on their conversation. Beca glanced at him then at Jesse who wasn't far enough to not hear them and he looked pissed at what he heard Stacie say.

"Beca, just wear them and let's start shooting," Jesse said in a very indifferent voice that she knew was fake.

Beca took a look at the clothes in her hands then huffed and started walking to the closest bathroom to change into them.

"Who is it?" Beca asked hearing a knock.

"It's Chloe. Open up," she answered.

"Just a second, red."

Beca reached for the door and unlocked it after she finished changing.

"I don't know what Stacie was thinking when she bought these," Beca looked down at herself.

"You heard her, it was your puppy's idea," Chloe chuckled, putting a makeup bag on the sink.

"Don't call him that," Beca grimaced.

"Sorry, Jesse is your puppy," Chloe chuckled.

"Neither one of them is my puppy," Beca sat down on the toilet seat and let Chloe do her make up.

"Actually, they're both your puppies." Chloe paused. "Jesse is like a lost puppy you found then gave away after he's grown attached to you and Matt is like a puppy dying for its owner's attention."

"Could you stop with the puppy analogy already?" Beca asked in annoyance.

"I saw you with Jesse on the porch," Chloe said after a beat.

Beca froze for a second, she hadn't told Chloe about getting back with Jesse. True, her career was the main reason they didn't go public but she kept it from her closest friends as well because she wanted him to get better first and see if they'd last longer than a month before letting anyone know about them.

"What did he want?" she asked.

"He's just running work stuff with me," Beca lied, closing her eyes when Chloe grabbed the eyeliner.

"Still guilt tripping?"

"Yep," Beca sighed.

"Have you tried talking him into seeing a therapist?"

"He can't afford it and won't let me pay for it," Beca told her.

"Well, he can't keep on living in guilt. He needs help."

"Chloe, I'm trying. I really am. It's not easy."

Chloe held her gaze for a few second then nodded.

"You're all done," she stepped back.

"Thanks," Beca thanked her and got up. She eyed herself in the mirror.

"Cat eyes, really?" she tilted her head to look at Chloe.

"Kittens drive puppies insane. You're doing that to your puppies," Chloe shrugged then made her way out of the bathroom. Beca shook her head and followed her.

Walking out of the bathroom in pajamas shorts and a v neck tank top, Beca felt beyond self-cautious. She looked for Jesse and found him looking to his right so she followed his gaze to find Matt eyeing her. Matt looked away when she met his gaze.

"If everyone is ready let's start, shall we?" Jesse said in annoyance.

Beca nodded and headed to the stairs, making her way to room they were going to start the shooting at.

"Hey, Beca," Jesse called after her. She stopped walking and turned around to look at him.

"Want to wear my sweatshirt?" he asked. He saw how uncomfortable she was and wanted to help. "It would pass for pajamas," he added.

"I'd like that," she nodded.

He removed his cap and handed it to her before he took off his sweatshirt and stayed in a t-shirt.

"Here," Jesse handed it to her.

"Thanks," she took it from him.

"Nice t-shirt," she added when her eyes fell on Kermit the frog's face printed on his white t-shirt.

"Wanna wear it instead?" he asked, looking down at his t-shirt.

"Um, yeah," she shrugged.

Jesse tugged up his t-shit and took it off. Beca handed him his sweatshirt and took the t-shirt from him and wore it while he wore back his sweatshirt.

Beca realized that they were on the staircase and that everyone was watching them when she put his baseball cap on his head then cupped his face.

She dropped her hands and turned around and skipped the cases as she climbed up the stairs.

"Amy and Bumper, you guys ready?" Jesse asked, scratching his beard.

"I was born ready," Bumper told him. "Cameos rule," he hollered as he started walking up the stairs.

Jesse nodded and continued climbing up the stairs as well.

"All right," Jesse stood by the door of the bedroom they were going to use. "Beca, you and Amy used to be roommates in the bellas house," he said.

Beca nodded at what she had already told him.

"Okay, so you caught her and Bump going at it before?"

"I have," she cringed.

"Great," he clapped his hands together. "Think of that when you reach for the knob," he told her. "That's like source material if you were making a song," he tried to speak to her in a language she'd understand.

"Okay," she nodded.

"Bumper," he stepped into the room, "Amy," he looked at them. "You guys just hump then look up when Beca unlocks the door and display surprise," he pointed at the door. "I wanna feel the awkwardness, people," he told them then walked to where he set the camera in the corner and pulled the iPod Beca gave him and looked up the song. He played the part where the scene is then said, "action," loud enough for Beca to hear him.

They filmed multiple takes then moved on to the next scene.

The concept for the music video was going through their life as Barden Bellas through Beca's perspective because she was the leader of the group.

The next scene was the Bellas making breakfast and doing a cappella because that's what they did back in college when they wake up: they sang a cappella.

It was a stretch from reality because what actually went down when they'd start their morning musically Beca would the one complaining and asking them to shut up and let her have her coffee in peace.

Jesse's direction was clear and professional. He understood the general idea for the music video and was following the storyboard Beca provided him with.

"Ladies," Jesse called. "We still got one more scene for the day," he looked out of the window. "You got a 30 minute break while I go set the camera outside," he told them.

"I'll help you out with that," Matt told him.

"Nah, it's cool. I got this," Jesse told him.

"We'll get the lights outside working," Bumper told Matt. "C'mon, kid," he nodded for him to follow him.

They had technicians prepare everything for the night shoot but left the plugging for them to do.

Jesse's hands were shaking as he unplugged the wires.

"I got it," Beca bent down and unplugged them for him.

"Thanks," he told her.

"Forgot to take your meds?" she asked.

"I have to eat and haven't yet," he told her.

"Where were you when everyone got pizza earlier?" she asked.

"I was setting up the next shot," he busied himself with collecting the wires.

"You could have said something," she grabbed his arm. "I would have made sure they left you pizza to eat."

"It's fine," he smiled at her. "We're almost done: I'll go grab a bite later."

"No," she shook her head. "Hold on a second," she told him and walked away.

"Does anyone of you have a mars bar or any other energy bar?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think I have a couple of sneakers bars," Amy was the one to speak.

"Can I have them?" she asked. "Jesse hasn't eaten anything the whole day."

"Sure," Amy nodded. "Check in my bag," she told her.

"Thanks Amy," Beca turned on her heels.

"Here," she said once she reached Jesse. "Eat up," she shook them when he looked up.

"Thanks," he took one of the bars from her. Beca looked behind him and saw how her friends were watching them and stuffed the second bar in his sweatshirt's pocket.

"Don't let yourself get like this, Jesse," she looked back at him. He nodded and reached inside his jeans' pocket and pulled his medicine bottle then popped a pile from it.

"You're good at this," she told him.

"Your music video isn't complicated," he shrugged.

"Even the camera work," she nodded at the camera. "You're quite the cinematographer."

"I was married to one," he paused to swallow, "I picked a few things," he added and tilted his head to look out of the window.

"I regret agreeing to this part," Beca sighed. It was cold. Very cold.

"You'll be fine," he assured her. "You'll be fully clothed," he added, making her chuckle at his pretty annoyed tone.

"Someone is jealous," she teasingly said.

"Yeah, I don't like how he looks at you," he shrugged watching Matt and Bumper start the fire for the bon fire scene. "I should get out there," he told her and reached for the tripod stand.

"Wait. Let the shakiness stop first," she stopped him from picking it up by placing her hand on his arm.

"Okay," he gave in and pulled his arm away.

"Come sit with us," she nodded at where her friends were sitting.

He nodded and followed her.

"Hey, Beca, you think Matt would mind if we each had a few shots of vodka?" Cynthia Rose asked nodding at the vodka bottle placed on a shelf near them.

"It's too cold to be shooting outside," Emily said when she met Beca's gaze.

"Near the beach," Amy chimed in.

"In December," Stacie added.

"I'll ask him," Beca said then picked her phone and texted him.

"Go ahead," she told them as she read his reply.

"Awes," Chloe beamed and got up.

Beca looked up at Jesse. She knew how much of a bad idea it was to drink in front of him when he's craving alcohol.

Even though he still worked at the bar, he would be fully medicated whenever he was working. Beca didn't like that he was still working there and having direct contact with alcohol yet she didn't want to push it because it was his job and it payed the bills.

Beca reached for his hand and briefly squeezed it when everyone was busy taking shots of vodka.

"Beca?" Stacie extended a cup her way.

"No," Beca declined.

"Jesse?" she held it his way.

He shook his head and smiled weakly at her.

"I'm gonna go set the camera," Jesse said after watching them drink for a while.

"Okay," Beca watched him stuff his shaking his hands in his pockets then turn on his heels.

"Why is Jesse acting like Edward scissor hands?" Fat Amy asked.

"He has a headache," Beca lied as she watched him walk out of the door after gathering the filming equipment.

"That's not how headaches work," Amy rested her elbow on Beca's shoulder.

"What do you think is going on with him then?" Beca tilted her head to look at her friend.

"He trying to conceal his boner for you," Fat Amy told her in a serious tone.

"Oh yeah?" Beca smiled.

"Yeah, women got it easy. For men, though, it's hard," she paused. "Pun intended."

"What's hard?" Emily asked as she walked their way while checking her phone then picking up.

"Hiding boners," Amy answered her.

"Hi mom," Emily said to the phone.

AN: I'd like to hear thoughts. Where do you guys think I'm going with this? *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*

Also, do you think the whole being secretive thing would work?