Pitch Perfect

Chapter 10-

"I... uh... what? Did you just propose?"

"Yes, I did. If you can't answer right now, that's okay. I understand. You're probably still angry and grieving over Chloe. I understand. I probably shouldn't have proposed yet. That was stupid of me. I'm sorry. It's just, I was planning on doing it after you got back from Christmas Break, but then you were all comatose, and Chloe died, then there was the funeral, and I just-" Jesse's eyes were glistening, it was obvious he was berating himself for being stupid. "I'm sorry, I just got caught up in the moment, I wasn't thinking." He started to put the ring away, but Beca stopped him.

"Wait." She said, and he looked at her hopefully. "Don't beat yourself up. I'm sorry, I can't answer you right away. I need to think. But before... Before I say anything else, I didn't just sleep with Chloe. I was... am... in love with her." Jesse felt like he'd been punched in the gut, but he let her finish. "I mean, I'm in love with you too, have been for a while, and I knew that, but I was confused. I was drunk, we were all talking about some stuff, and it left me vulnerable, and it just kind of happened. The sleeping together too, but Chloe just listened to me, and it was like she actually understood, like she didn't just sympathize with me, she empathized. I just kind of fell in love with her."

"So it was a classic movie scene? You know, "I'm so sorry. I was drunk and vulnerable, and she just took advantage of me, I promise it'll never happen again"? Sure, I know that you'll never cheat on me with Chloe again, but that's because she's dead! Unless you're a necrophiliac, it'll be kind of hard to sleep with her again!"

"Jesse, I'm sorry." Beca whispered.

"Damn it Beca! Sorry just doesn't cut it!" He yelled, and regretted it. "I'm sorry. I'm not meaning to yell. I guess I've still just got some residual anger over the whole situation. It's going to take time for me to work it out. Forgive me?"

"Yes. We're both really emotional lately, and that's why I don't think it's a good idea for you to propose right now."

"I disagree. I think now is the perfect time. I'm not asking for an answer right away, that would be stupid of me. Take as much time as you need to think, and just let me know. I want to marry you, Beca, but I don't want to pressure you into it." Jesse kissed her and started to walk away.

"Jesse!" She called. He turned back around.

"Yeah?"

"We just made up, didn't we?"

"Yes?"

Beca grabbed his hand and lead him up the steps to her door, opened it, and dragged him inside. She lead him up the stairs to the room she shared with Fat Amy. Amy had told her earlier in the day that she wouldn't be home that evening, she'd be at her mysterious boyfriend's apartment. She wouldn't tell anyone who the boyfriend was, but Beca had her suspicions. Anyway, Amy wasn't home, so Beca and Jesse had the place to themselves.

Beca lead Jesse over to the bed and laid down, pulling him down on top of her. She pulled him in for a deep kiss.

Her hands trailed down to the bottom of his shirt and started tugging on it, but his hands held hers still.

"Beca." He warned.

"What?"

"Now isn't the time, and you know it. I'm all for kissing you right now, but we shouldn't do this. Not right now."

Beca was silent.

"You're probably right." She sighed, and let Jesse roll off of her, paying at her side. He leaned in and kissed her softly as he sat up to leave. "No. Don't go." She said pleadingly.

He smiled at her and promised he wouldn't leave as he lay back down and kissed her again.

"Hold me." She said, and placed her head against his chest as his arms wrapped around her. Tears fell from her eyes in streams, her only comfort being Jesse's presence, his heartbeat, his breathing, his arms around her. She thought about Chloe clear up until she let exhaustion overtake her and she fell asleep.

She dreamt she was in Chloe's arms, kissing her, loving her. They wore no clothes, no barriers between their flesh as they contoured into each other seamlessly. Suddenly, Jesse was there with them, and Beca turned away from Chloe to kiss him. Chloe's hands were all over her, trying unsuccessfully to pry her away from Jesse and back to her.

Chloe pleaded with her, but nothing got through to her as she let Jesse slip inside her, his entire length filling her completely. His member slipped in and out of her, and she moaned with each thrust. Chloe's hand was on her breasts, the other rubbing her clit just above Jesse's erection. The redhead kissed Beca's neck, but Beca just ignored her.

Beca dreamt this as if she were not participating, but merely watching from above, and she couldn't understand why she kept pushing Chloe away. She loved both Chloe and Jesse, a threesome between the three of them should have been her greatest fantasy, yet she was only interested in Jesse. Finally, Chloe gave up and got up. She sat down in a chair across the room and started rubbing herself at the sight of Beca being pounded by Jesse.

Chloe disappeared as fast as the dream had started, only to reappear beside aerial Beca. She looked over at Beca and started speaking.

"Let me go, Beca. Don't grieve over me anymore. It's sweet that you miss me like this, but it's hurting your relationship with Jesse. I'm not there to love you anymore. Don't just settle for Jesse, because while you're grieving over me, that's all you'll be doing, settling for Jesse. Don't just settle for Jesse, love him. Love him like you did before you fell in love with me. He deserves it, and more iportantly, you deserve it. I love you, Beca, but you've got to get over me, or you'll never be happy again." Chloe kissed Beca, then disappeared again, along with the dream.

When Beca woke up, she was still in Jesse's arms. She listened to the sound of his snoring for almost thirty minutes before he woke up and smiled.

"Hey you."

"Hey there, sleeping beauty."

"Sleeping beauty? What am I, a princess?" He joked.

"Oh, absolutely. Well, I can't say that. You're not royalty."

"Oh, yes, that's what's wrong with that joke."

Beca chuckled. "You know, my first class is starting in an hour."

"It's the last day before summer break. Blow it off."

"No, I really need to go."

"What? You? Refusing to blow off a class? Who are you and what have you done with my Beca?"

"I like how you said "my Beca", like I actually kind of belong to you."

"Well, we kind of belong to each other. I know that I'm not going to share. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let another kid break my Beca. Call me selfish, but I'm a bit over-protective of my Beca. I love my Beca. I'm not going to lose my Beca." He kissed her on the forehead.

"You know, despite the sexist implications that I'm your property, that was actually kind of sweet."

"Oh. I better take it back then. I don't want my Beca to go evil on me because I was sweet."

"No. I actually kind of liked it."

"You seem to be in a "kind of" mood today. What's up?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said "kind of" three times in less than a minute. You only ever do that if you're confused, or if you're just nt sure of something. What's up?"

"One, how the hell do you know that kind of stuff about me?"

"I pay attention."

"Okay, two, I'm just a bit... I don't know, I can't describe it. I just feel... different. Like this burden's been lifted, if only partially."

"Any idea why?"

"No. I don't know. Maybe I dreamt something last night that helped."

"Any idea what burden's been lifted?"

"It may be Chloe. It's like I finally accepted she's gone. I mean, I still miss her, but I feel like I can actually move on."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

"Yes to what?"

"Yes, I will marry you."

Well? Oh! By the way, the next chapter will be a shout-out chapter, basically a big Author's Note. If you've reviewed, check it out, you might be featured in it!