Pitch Perfect

This Fanfiction is based on one of my all-time favorite movies: Pitch Perfect starring Anna Kendrick and Brittany Snow. While I do not own Pitch Perfect or its characters, settings or events, I do claim ownership for any new OCs, ideas and events that I introduce in this story. Also, if anyone has a better idea for a title for this story, PM me, or tell me in the reviews.

By the way, I have decided (partially because I figured the Criminal Minds aspect of this story was a bad idea, partially because I received a PM disagreeing with it) to retract the previous Chapter 6 for this story. For those of you who are just now starting to read this Fanfiction, or have not read it within the past week or so, I had the bad idea of making this a crossover fic between Pitch Perfect and Criminal Minds, but have recently decided against it, as I stated above. Anyways, I'll do my best to gear this story more towards music than it has been. (Sorry about that, I've been kind of opposed to music lately.)

Chapter 6-

It was time for Chloe to go home. Aubrey and Beca had packed their bags as well, and were ready to go. They were merely waiting on Chloe.

"Hey, Aubrey."

"Yeah, Beca?"

"Um, do you think it's a bad idea for me to be staying with Chloe, after... you know?"

"Honestly, I do. But it's not up to me, it's up to you and Chloe. What you have to ask yourself is whether or not staying with the girl who kissed you in front of your boyfriend is worse than going home to stay with your parents."

"You're right. Chloe's it is."

Aubrey smiled at that, and the two looked at the door when Chloe walked in. Things had settled down tremendously since Chloe kissed Beca. Everyone was almost back to the way things were before the party. Chloe hated seeing Beca with Jesse, and Aubrey hated seeing Chloe pining over Beca, but no one made any moves. Beca had said goodbye to Jesse that morning as he left for home for the remainder of Winter Break.

"Well, looks like we're all ready. Just waiting on our ride." Chloe said.

"Is that it?" Beca asked incredulously as a stretch limo pulled up in front of them.

"Yeah, I asked him to bring the Ferrari, but apparently it's out of gas, so we'll have to settle for this instead."

"Wait, you've got a limo and a Ferrari?!"

"Apparently, you need to get to know Chloe a bit better, Beca." Aubrey chuckled.

"Apparently. Why didn't you tell me you were a millionaire?"

"First of all, millionaire? Please. You think any old millionaire can afford a Ferrari, a limo, a Lamborghini, and a Mustang? My dad is a multi-billionaire. He made this super-computer thing, and Microsoft bought the patent from him for three billion dollars."

"Holy shit!"

"Yeah. Second of all, you never asked if I was rich. And third, I'm not rich, my dad is."

"Damn. You've been holding out on me! I could kiss you right now!"

They all went silent at that.

"Okay, figuratively speaking, that is."

They all chuckled half-heartedly.

"Well, how about we talk about something different?" Aubrey suggested as they got into the car.

"Sounds good to me." Beca mumbled.

"Oh! How did things go at the Riff-off this year?" Chloe asked enthusiastically.

"They didn't Jesse and half the Treblemakers got sick, and it didn't feel right to do it with out the only other decent A Cappella group, so the Bellas and I decided not to participate. Apparently, no one was willing to show up for only two groups, so it was rescheduled. We're doing it just after Break." Beca explained. "Although, I'm actually looking forward to it. Aside from Bella rehearsals, we haven't gotten into much music this year. No one wanted us to perform at any parties."

"Oh, that sucks."

"I would've said to hell with it and did the Riff-off anyway." Aubrey said casually.

"Yeah, but in order to be the best, you have to compete with the best." Beca retorted.

"I suppose you're right."

They three women talked almost nonstop from Barden University to Chloe's parents' mansion in Texas.

"Hey, where are we?" Beca asked Chloe as they drove down a winding road in the middle of nowhere.

"My parents live on the outskirts of a small town in northern Texas. We're almost there." Chloe explained. Aubrey had been asleep for hours, and the two other women were getting close to falling asleep themselves.

"What's this town even called?" Beca asked as they drove through a small one-stoplight town.

"It's called Pottsboro. It's a pretty friendly place. Although the nerd population is scarce. Most people are either popular, jerks, bitches, or people who don't really stick out. Hardly any of them are nerds. We need more nerds, they make life so delightful." Chloe said with a smile as she looked around at her hometown.

"I've got to admit, I didn't expect you to be the small-town gal type of person."

"I'm not. I'd much rather live in a big city like LA, but there was more room for my dad to build a mansion out here. And I've got to say, I really enjoy it out here. My bedroom balcony has an aca-mazing view of the lake."

"Cool."

"Oh look! We're here!" Chloe said as the driver pulled up to a large gate. He reached out, swiped some kind of identity card in a machine, ressed a couple buttons, and the gate opened. Beca had never really cared enough to understand those things.

From the gate, their vision of the house had been obscured by trees, but once they got past the trees, Beca's mouth hit the floor. She'd been in some big houses, and some nice houses. Heck, she lived in a nice house. But this, this house was humongous. Beca had only seen the White House in pictures, but as far as Beca could tell, this house dwarfed the White House.

"Whoa." was all Beca could manage.

"I know, right?" Aubrey, who had just woken up, said before stretching and yawning.

"We are here, Miss Beale." The driver said in an unmistakable Mexican accent, looking back at Chloe.

Once the driver had pulled up and stopped the car, Aubrey and Chloe got out quickly and ran up the steps to hug Chloe's mom, who had met them at the front doorway.

Beca got out of the car and walked around to the trunk, where the driver was grabbing their things. He looked up at Beca in surprise when she grabbed her own bags as well as one of Chloe's.

"What are you doing?" He asked, confused.

"Well, I thought I was getting my bags." Beca looked at him, and he looked to be about the same age as she was, and not unattractive. In fact, he was very good-looking. If she wasn't with Jesse, she might have even accepted a date with him if he'd asked.

"You don't need to do that. That's part of Serge's job. The Beale's pay Serge well for doing it."

"Yeah, but they're my bags. I can handle my bags. You don't have to wait on me." Beca smirked.

"Are you certain? Because Serge does not mind."

"Please. You don't mind unloading three college girls' stuff when two of them have an entire suitcase dedicated entirely to shoes?"

"Two? Serge thought there were three of you."

"I don't do shoes. Not like that."

"Then what is in that heavy bag?"

"My equipment."

The driver looked startled, then he smirked a bit.

"Oh Serge understands. Your "equipment"." He winked at her, doing the whole sarcastic "two fingers" thing people do when they say one thing, but it's really just a euphemism for another thing.

"What was that all about?" Beca asked, very confused, and a bit scared.

"You are not one of Miss Beale's "lady friends"?" The driver asked, just as confused.

"Well, I'm a female, and I'm her friend, so..."

"So you are, then?"

"Um, yeah? But what was the sarcasm about?"

"Does Serge really have to use those words?" he asked, his ears turning red.

"Yes, please."

"Is the bag not full of your... "toys"?"

"What? No! Why would you even think that?"

"Because you said you were Miss Beale's "lady friend"."

"Not that kind of lady friend! That's just... messed up!"

"Serge apologises. He merely assumed..."

"Why would you think I was some kind of hooker?" Beca asked, offended.

"Not hooker, "lady friend"!"

"Fine! Why would you think I was Chloe's "lady friend"?"

"Well, you are a girl Paulo has not seen before, You cary very few bags for normal college girl, and one bag is very heavy. You say it is full of your "equipment", which usually when girls say that to Serge, they mean toys. And on top of all of that, you are very beautiful, so naturally, Serge assumed..."

Beca calmed down. "Well, I'm sorry for yelling like that. Would you mind explaining to me about these so-called "lady friends"?"

"Serge doesn't want to get Miss Beale in trouble."

"Come on. I'm just asking."

"Well, every time Miss Beale comes home after being away for a while, she brings home another girl. Mr. and Mrs. Beale think they are just Miss Beale's friends, but Serge knows better. One time, a stray dog accidentally got on the property, and he tackled Serge while he was holding one of Miss Beale's friend's bags, and Serge dropped it. It popped open and he saw the friend's toys. Miss Beale explained it all to Serge and asked him to keep it a secret. Since Miss Posen is always one of Miss Beale's friends she brings over, Serge knew she is not the "lady friend" so he thought you were."

"No, Chloe and I are just friends. So wait, she always brings home one of these "lady friends"?"

"Yes, always. This is the first time she has not since Serge found out about it about six year ago."

"Huh. Never thought of Chloe as a player." Beca said to herself and she turned to look at Chloe, who was still talking to her mother beside Aubrey.

Chloe seemed to suddenly notice Beca wasn't stadning beside her, so she looked bak to the carr and waved at Beca, signaling her to come up.

Beca bent down to pick up her bags.

"No. Serge will get the bags. You go up."

"No thanks. I really don't like other people handling my equipment."

"Do you mind if Serge asks what kind of equipment?"

"Sure. I like to mix music. That's what my equipment does. I use it to do mash-ups."

"Oh! So you are another of Miss Beale's music friends! Serge understand now!"

"Yeah. Chloe, Aubrey and I were in the Bellas last year. Now I run the Bellas beacue they graduated."

"Oh, Serge congradulates you!"

"Thanks. Well, I really shouldn't keep them waiting. Besides, it's freezing out here! I thought Texas was supposed to be warm year round?"

"Oh, Southern Tejas is warm. Same as Mexico. But here, it is very cold for Serge's taste. Serge thinks the Beale's should get a different winter home."

"Wait, this is only their winter home?"

"Yes. They have four homes across America. They have a summer home in California, where they lived before they built this home. They have a beach home in Florida, and a Mardi Gras home in New Orleans. Mr. and Mrs. Beale like Mardi Gras. Miss Beale does too, but only if she has a "lady friend" or a "man friend" to take."

"That's nice. Well, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later, Serge."

"Serge talk to you later, Miss...?"

"Beca. Just call me Beca." She smiled to Serge, grabbed her bags, and walked away.

"Hey Beca. What was that about?" Chloe asked.

"Oh nothing. Just talking to Serge. You know, he's pretty cool."

"Yeah, I know. He went to high school with me, and I had this major crush on him, so I asked mom and dad if we could hire him on so I could spend more time with him. But then I went to college, and I actually kind of forgot about him. But now we're pretty good friends again."

"Is that why he kept calling you "Miss Beale"?"

"Actually, yes. It's kind of a joke between us. When I frist met him, I was so totally in love with him that I kind of stumbled over my words when I tried to talk to him, and it came out as "Sir" instead of "Serge"."

"Oh. Well, it's cold out here, can we go inside?"

"Yes, please!" Chloe said as she pushed Aubrey and her mother inside. Beca followed closely. They left the door open for Serge.

"Chloe, where can I set my stuff?"

"You can put it all up in one of the guest rooms. Here, I'll show you." Chloe grabbed one of Beca's bags, avoiding the one with her mixing equipment, and made as though to run up stairs, but her mom cleared her throat. "Oh right! Sorry. Beca, this is my mom. Mom, this is Beca. She's the one that won us Nationals last year."

"Oh! You're that Beca Mitchell! The one who does all of the musical mash-ups or whatever they're called? The one who originally thought A Cappella was lame? The one who ended up making Aubrey ditch the "no dating Treblemakers" rule?" Chloe's mom laughed out loud. "Chloe hasn't shut up about you since she met you. She said you have an amazing voice."

"Well, I can't exactly say the same about you., honestly. Most of the time, when we talk, it's about music. Either that or about the drama we've both experienced in our lives."

"I'm not surprised. Chloe's always been like that."

"Well, come on, Beca. Let's get your stuff up to your room." Chloe urged.

"Duty calls." Beca said with a smirk. She smiled at Chloe's mom, then grabbed her mixing equpiment and followed Chloe upstairs.

The guest room she would be staying in was huge. And white. Beca wasn't a major fan of white."

"Sorry about the color. I know it kind of hurts the eyes, but the only room in this house that doesn't have a really light color to it is my mom's dark room."

"Your mom is a photographer?"

"Oh yeah. And a good one, too. Once we've got you all set up in here, I'll take you down to the living room."

"Okay." The girls went to work setting everything up. Beca put her equipment in a corner. "Think we could get a table in here?"

"Sure. I'll bring one up in just a few minutes."

Chloe unpacked Beca's clothes and laid them out on her bed, letting Beca decide where to put them.

"Well, I'll get you that table, and then I've got to show you my mom's photography. It's aca-awesome."

Chloe and Beca started to head downstairs to get the table, and Aubrey walke dup to them.

"Hey Chloe, could you show me where I'll be staying."

"Yeah. It's the last room on the left down that hall. It's two doors down from mine." Chloe said, then turned her attention back to looking for a table.

"Huh, can't belive she just blew you off." Beca said to Aubrey.

Aubrey sighed. "I can. She's been doing it a lot lately, ever since she met you."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Not your fault you're hot."

"Wait, you think I'm hot?"

"Yeah. It's because you are. Doesn't mean I, like, like you like that or anything. I just think you look good. I can't blame Chloe for being into you, that's all I'm saying."

"Okay. Well, I better catch up to Chloe. Unless you want me to help you with your unpacking."

"No, don't worry about it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Just be careful. You know that Chloe's in love with you."

"Yeah, well, I don't think she'll try anything again without my permission."

"You don't know Chloe as well as I do. Trust me, if she really wants something the way she wants you, she's going to go for it at some point. That little peck on the lips a few weeks ago was nothing."

"She used her tongue."

"Like I said, that was nothing. Freshman year, she saw this one girl in front of her in the lunch line take the last taco, and she wanted it, so she actually snatched it out of the girl's hands when it was only an inch away from being ingested."

"What did that girl do to her?"

"She became her best friend, and her inspiration behind joining the Bellas."

"Wait, you?"

"Yeah. That was my taco. Of course, we became friends because I had to go thank her for taking that taco from me. If I had eaten that, I would've broken my diet. I had to settle for a salad, and when I thanked her, she told me she'd make sure I stayed on track from then on. I actually have Chloe to thank for this body."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. No wonder you're in love with her."

"Aca-scuse me?"

"Oh, Aubrey, I know you're in love with Chloe."

"What? How?"

"Well, there was that game of Drink-or-Dare that Amy made us play a few weeks ago. You got dared to kiss Chloe, and I saw your eyes light up as it happened, but when you were dared to kiss me, the light wasn't there. I took that tomean that either you hated me, but were really getting into the game, or you were in love with Chloe. I decided door number two was more likely."

"Oh, god. Is it that obvious?"

"I don't know. I don't know if anyone else has figured it out or not, but I know."

Aubrey sighed as she sat down on the stairs, burying her face in her hands.

Beca sat down next to her, putting her arm around her friend.

"Beca. I don't know what to do. I love Chloe, but Chloe's in love with you."

"And I'm in love with Jesse." Aubrey sat up and looked at Beca.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Thought that was obvious."

"There's a difference between being with someone and being in love with them. Have you and he actually said the words yet?"

"As a matter of fact, we have. He let it slip during that game of Drink-or-Darea few weeks ago, while we were in the hall. He said it, and I said it back."

"I thought something big had happened. I guess I was right. So, you are actually in love with Jesse?"

"Yes."

"Have you told Chloe?"

"No."

"Then stop stringing her along and tell her."

"Stringing her along?"

"Yeah. You know that nothing short of you and Jesse standing at an altar is going to make her realize that you're not the one for her, yet you haven't even told her you're in love with Jesse."

"So?"

"So? So, you're stringing her along, knowing that unless you really turn her down, she's going to keep hoping you'll end up together."

Beca thought about that.

"Well, I haven't meant to..."

"I know, but you are, and I wish you'd stop."

"You're saying this so she'll end up with you, aren't you?"

"I admit, I am holding out hope, but I have less hope for Chloe and I than Chloe does for you and her, because I know she's in love with you. All she knows is you're dating Jesse, and are sleeping with him, she doesn't know that you're actually in love with him."

"Well, don't worry. Once I get a chance to just talk to her, without anything else going on, I'll tell her."

"Good. I'm going to hold you to that. Now, go on, she's probably waiting for you."

Beca nodded solemly as she got back up and headed in the general direction Chloe had gone as Aubrey went up to her room to unpack.

Later that evening, after the girls had all gotten unpacked, they all sat around a fire outside, each of them dessed warmly.

"So, either of you want to play Truth-or-Dare?" Chloe asked when she returned from the kitchen with hot coco. Aubrey and Beca's eyes went wide. "Oh, don't worry, we'll keep the dares tame. Nothing stronger than kissing." Chloe joked, earning even wider eyes from the two of them. "Kidding!"

"Well, as long as the dares are tame..." Beca agreed, and Aubrey agreed as well.

"Okay, since I suggested it, how about I go first? Beca, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Okay, besides Jesse, name everyone you've ever had sex with, and how good they were in bed."

Beca gasped and glared at Chloe.

"What? I said we'd keep the dares tame. Truth is fair game."

"She has a point, Beca, besides, I think I'm kind of curious about this as well." Aubrey smiled.

Beca groaned as she went through the list in her head. Luckily, it wasn't a very long one.

"Okay. First there was Mark Harmon."

"Very funny, Beca." Aubrey said with a sarcastic smirk.

"No, seriously. Not the guy from NCIS, there was a guy I knew when we were Sophomores in High School named Mark Seamus Harmon. Anyway, we were both virgins before that, so it wasn't the best, but I've had worse. On a scale of 1-10, I'd give him a 5.

"So, mediocre?" Chloe asked

"Yeah. He didn't even really give me a chance to adjust after he... you know, but he was at least gentle the whole time."

"Okay, next?"

"Umm, near the end of Sophomore year, Mark and I had broken up, there was a guy named Antón something, I never could pronounce his last name, but he was hot. Plus, he was a senior, and had had some experience with sex. He knew how to treat a girl in bed. He was gentle, but not too gentle. That was only my second time, but I still have only ever had better sex with one other guy. I'd give Antón an easy eight."

"Only eight?"

"Yeah. Now, shut up so I can get your question answered."

"Fine, excuse me."

"Anyway, over the summer vacation, I slept with Antón a few times, a few times I'd give him a nine, because he started showing me more skill as I gained a bit of experience, and started growing used to it. So, Antón was both an 8 and a 9. Then, no more sex until the end of Junior year, when there was this foreign exchange student from England. He was into music,so I had him over at my house listening to some of my mash-ups. He said he really liked him, then he played me some things he'd done with his band back home on his iPod. His skill with music alone earned him a 10, he was a rock god. It actually made me give it up, he was so good. But, I regret it to this day, because as skilled as he was with a guitar, he had no skill in bed, whatsoever.

"The best thing he did to me was use his fingers, but that only lasted about as long as it took him to realise he was getting his hands dirty. He was extremely OCD, so he had to leave me hanging there, almost to my climax, just so he could go wash his hands. Then he used a condom that was way to big for him, and it slipped off of him easily into me. He took it out and threw it away, but kept going with me. He shot off inside me and told me I was the best he'd ever had. I was cleaning myself out for hours, and I had to take birth control afterwards. He was barely even a 1. I think his name was James or something."

"Wow, that's kind of depressing."

"Well, wait until you hear what happened next. Halfway through my Senior year... no wait, that was after..." Beca's face went dark, and she closed herself off.

"Beca?" Chloe asked. "After what?"

"Never mind." Beca said, her voice containing a dark anger, but underneath the anger was something else... fear.

"Beca? After what?"

"Nevermind. Screw this question, Aubrey, Truth or Dare?"

"Beca, what happened?" Tears started running down Beca's face as the memories began to stir in her mind. But she couldn't bring herself to voice them.

"Please, don't make me continue." She choked out.

Chloe and Aubrey looked at each other, their guesses about what happened flying back and forth between their minds.

So, what do you think happened to Beca?