Hi everyone! So, I had totally intended on writing a few outtakes for this story. This is how Jesse and Beca met. Hopefully you all enjoy :)

Outtake I

Beca was late for work, and exhausted, and had little to no patience for anyone's bullshit. She needed coffee, fast. She walked over to the coffee shop across the street from her apartment and her patience dropped below zero when she saw the line.

"For fuck's sake," she muttered as she got on line behind some guy who was humming way too happily for her in the morning.

It took about fifteen minutes to get to the register to give her order, and another five minutes of waiting before the order was ready. When the barista called out her coffee, she went to grab it just as somebody else did.

"This is mine," Beca said bluntly as she went to grab the coffee, but the guy wouldn't let her.

"I believe your wrong," he said with a smirk. "I was in front of you on line and this is mine."

"No way, I need this coffee, buddy," she said, glaring at him. She grabbed it away from him and sneered.

"Maybe you were in front of me and I didn't realize since you're so short," he said with a laugh.

"Seriously? Is this how you talk to strangers?"

"I'm Jesse," he said, sticking out his hand for her to shake. "Now if you tell me your name, we won't be strangers."

"I'm leaving," she said as she walked past him and prayed she never saw him again, otherwise she'd have to find a new coffee shop.

"Mitchell! My office," her boss, Drew, said through the intercom. She grabbed her coffee and headed into his office, trying to figure out if she had done anything wrong lately – besides being late constantly, of course. He's given up on trying to reprimand her for that.

"Yes, Drew?" she said as she sat down. "How can I help you this fine morning?"

"Well isn't someone happy to be here," he said, sensing the sarcasm in her voice. "Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

"Some idiot tried to take my coffee from me," she said and he laughed. "Wasn't funny, Drew. Without this coffee, I wouldn't be the charming producer I am right now."

"Right, you're a real charmer, kid," he said. "I know you're not going to be thrilled over this, but there's a new project that I want you to handle because you're our best."

"Why wouldn't I be thrilled?"

"You'd be working with a composer to score a movie," he said and cringed when he saw Beca's expression change. "The guy is really great though."

"I hate movies, Drew."

"I know, but we need you on this one. This guy is that good and you're the only one who will understand, everyone else here will just butcher it," he said and picked up the flashdrive off his desk. "Listen to the track first, and then watch the movie scene. I'm telling you, Mitchell, you won't be disappointed."

"Fine," she huffed, snatching the flashdrive from him. "The things I do for this company."

"Way to be a team player," he said, rolling his eyes. "Come back here when you're done, the composer is on his way. I want you two to meet."

"Fantastic," she muttered as she headed back to her office.

She plugged the flashdrive into her computer and placed her headphones over her ears before pressing play. She didn't really expect much from this guy. She's seen hundreds of composers come in here with the same, generic score for movies and that just made her dislike for movies slowly turn into hate. This was different, though. The music started out slow and timid, but quickly picked up pace. She could actually feel the emotions through the music and was surprisingly excited to watch the clip it went with.

Apparently the movie was about two thieves from rival families who ended up falling for each other, and this scene was the part when they finally kiss in the middle of a heist. She watched the short clip and felt herself starting to get emotional. Who the hell was this guy? She pulled out the flashdrive when it was done and took off her headphones. She wiped at her eyes to make sure there were no signs whatsoever that she teared up after watching the clip because Drew would rip her a new asshole.

"Alright, I'll do it," she sighed dramatically. "Any way I can get extra money out of this since I dislike movies?"

"We'll see," he smirked. "Beca, I'd like you to meet Jesse Swanson, the composer."

"Looks like I know your name now," Jesse smirked at a stunned Beca.

"You two know each other?" Drew asked in confusion.

"This is the asshole who went to steal my coffee!" Beca said.

"Ah, you committed a terrible crime, Mr. Swanson," Drew said with a laugh. "I'm sure you two will get along fantastically. Beca, why don't you show him around?"

"I want double my usual commission for this, Drew," Beca said with a glare as Drew just laughed at her.

"Whatever you say, Mitchell."

"Just give me whatever you have done and I'll take care of the editing and then you can do the rest. We barely have to speak to each other," Beca said as she sat behind her desk.

"Maybe I want to speak to you," he said with a smirk. "I'm sorry about the coffee incident this morning."

"Sure," she said as she opened her computer in an attempt to ignore him. "We're done here, you know."

"What about my tour?"

"The elevators are down the hall and to the right," she said without looking up at him.

"Large cappuccino, double shot of espresso, skim milk," Jesse said the next day as he placed the coffee in front of Beca. "Peace offering?"

"You're persistent, nerd," she said as she raised the coffee to her lips and paused. "Did you put anything in this?"

"Some drugs just so you're super compliant during this whole project so it goes my way," he deadpanned and did a little victory dance when he saw Beca quickly smile in amusement at him.

"I worked on some of the stuff you sent me," she said, getting back to business. "I don't do movies, so you'll be the one making sure the editing matches with the scene."

"You don't do movies? What does that mean?"

"Means I don't like movies," she said simply. "I get bored and never make it to the end."

"You don't like movies? How don't you like movies?"

"I just told you," she huffed. "Can we get back to work please?"

"No, you need a movie education, a movication if you will," he said. "And I'm going to give it to you."

"Not happening," she shook her head.

"It's so happening. Don't deny it, you want me to give you a movication."

"Nope," she said. "Now that that's over with, the quicker we get this done with, the quicker we can go our separate ways."

"That's even more of a reason for me to stall," he said with a wink, which made Beca just slam her head down on her desk. "Oh come on, don't deny how much you love my company."

"I love your company as much as I love movies."

"Harsh," he said, dramatically holding his hand to his chest. "I'll wear you down, Becs. You'll see."

"I might kill you before that ever happens," she muttered. "Don't call me that."

"Becky?" he said and she gave him the dirtiest look she could muster, and he looked a little scared. "No Becky. Got it."

"Get to work, weirdo," she said, pushing him out of her office and into the studio. "Don't come back out until you're done."

The record label's annual company party was in full force. Beca was standing by the bar, watching everyone she worked with mingle with each other. She wasn't particularly close with any of her co-workers, she chose to work alone and she never needed help since, as Drew reminds her constantly, she's the best producer he has.

"Hey Becky," a voice she didn't want to hear again said from behind her.

"Luke," she said curtly as she turned around. "Can I help you?"

"You looked lonely, thought I should keep you company."

"Nope, thanks. I'd rather be alone than spend any time with you," she said, turning away from him.

"Come on, Becky. Don't be like that."

"My name is Beca, Luke. Not Becky."

"You always let me call you Becky."

"Those days are over after I found you sleeping with my roommate," she said. "You can leave now."

"I miss you."

"I don't miss you," she said and looked out in the crowd, catching Jesse's eye. Suddenly she saw him heading her way.

"There you are," Jesse said as he wrapped his arm around Beca's waist and pulled her close. "I was looking everywhere for you."

"Who are you?" Luke said as he eyed Jesse.

"Jesse Swanson," he said. "Beca's boyfriend."

"Oh really?" Luke said and looked at Beca, who nodded with wide-eyes.

"Drew wanted to talk to us. We should probably go over there," Jesse said as he led Beca away from Luke. Once they were a good distance away, Jesse let go of his grip on Beca and felt a little empty. "Sorry, you just looked really uncomfortable."

"No, it's okay," she said. "That was my ex-boyfriend."

"I take it wasn't a good break-up?"

"He slept with my roommate," she said and he made a face. "Yeah, needless to say I live alone now."

"Anyone who would cheat on you is a douche," he said. "Clearly they're not smart enough to realize the great girl they have."

"Uh, thanks," she said awkwardly. "Wanna get drunk?"

"Thought you'd never ask," he said with a smirk as they linked arms.

They ended up picking up two six-packs and heading over to Beca's apartment since it was the closest. The two of them sat on her couch with the beer between them, sharing stories and laughs as they got to know each other better.

"I guess you're not so bad, nerd," she said as she picked up the empty bottles to bring into the kitchen so she could recycle them in the morning.

"I wore you down," he said triumphantly. "Knew I could do it."

"Yeah well, you're one of the few, Swanson," she said.

"I feel pretty darn special then," he said with a smirk as he stepped behind her as she stood at the counter.

"You should," she said, turning around and gasping at how close they were. "It's getting pretty late."

"Yeah, it is. Maybe I should go home," he said, but made no moves to leave. He only leaned down closer.

"Yeah, you should," she said softly as she stared at his lips.

He leaned down all the way and pressed his lips against hers. Beca would blame the alcohol, but she knew deep down inside she wanted to kiss him. He grabbed her by the waist and picked her up to put her on the counter so he didn't have to bend down. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Should I still leave?" he whispered as he pulled away and trailed kisses down her neck. She shook her head 'no' and pulled him closer, making him laugh.

"Beca, where are you?" Drew called out as he walked past her empty office. "Has anyone seen Mitchell?"

"She's in the bathroom," Barb said, rolling her eyes. "Went in there half an hour ago and hasn't come out. She barely does anything around here, you know."

"Alright," Drew said, rolling his eyes at her. "Thanks."

Beca was sitting on the closed toilet seat with her head in her hands, trying to figure out her next move. She glanced over at the sink where the pregnancy test she just took laid and cringed when she saw the double lines that told her she tested positive.

"Beca," she heard Drew say on the other side of the door. "If you wanted to hide from me, I'm sure you could have picked a better place than the bathroom."

"I'm not hiding," she said quickly as she threw the box and pregnancy test in her bag to hide all the evidence. Beca opened the door and saw her boss leaning against the wall.

"Barb said you've been in there for an hour."

"Barb is a dramatic bitch who's mad that I have an office and she has a cubicle," Beca snapped. "I'm really not feeling well, I'm sorry."

"Do you want to take the day off?" he asked and she nodded. "Is anything else bothering you?"

"No," she said quickly, a little too quickly since Drew eyed her carefully. "I just don't feel like throwing up all over my nice office, that's all."

"Okay, go home. Let me know how you feel later," he said and she nodded. She got in the elevator and pulled out her phone to text Jesse. 'We need to talk.'

"Hey Beca," he said as he opened the door to his apartment. She had texted him earlier and he told her to come by since he was working from home.

"Oh God, your movie addiction is in full force here," she said in disgust as she looked around at the movie posters that hung on the wall and the giant flat screen TV that was surrounded by shelves and shelves of DVDs.

"Nothing wrong with that," he said as he shut the door. "Everything okay? Usually a 'we need to talk' text is usually bad."

"I, uh," she said and let out a frustrated laugh. "Depends on what you consider bad."

"What is it, Beca?"

"I'm pregnant," she said and sat down on his coffee table, waiting for his response.

"Oh," he said and she nodded. He stared pacing in front of her. "Well, are you sure you took the test right?"

"You pee on a stick, it's idiot-proof."

"Right," he nodded and continued pacing. "It was just one time."

"That's all it takes. You miss a couple sex-ed classes in high school?" she said, trying to keep her cool as she freaked out on the inside.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know. What do you wanna do?"

"I don't know. I just found out," he said as he sat down next to her. "You're the girl, don't you get to decide?"

"Great, great. It's all on me," she said and sighed. "That's great."

"No, I didn't mean," he said and let out his own sigh of frustration as he ran his hand through his hair. "Shit. Should we get married?"

"Shit, should we get married," she repeated with a nod, her voice filled with sarcasm. "Yeah. No, just when you put it like that."

"I'm just trying to do the right thing here, Beca."

"Then don't ask the wrong questions," she said as she stood up. "Just, um. Forget that I said anything. Whatever it is, I'll figure it out. It's not your problem."

"Beca," Jesse said, standing up to stop her from leaving. "Come on."

"No, don't worry about it. Seriously."

"It is my problem, Beca," he said, grabbing her arms to stop her from leaving. "Takes two to make a baby."

"I can't do this, Jesse," she said, feeling tears sting her eyes. "I can't be pregnant."

"We can do this together," he said as he led her over to the couch. "I was going to watch the greatest movie of all time, but I know you don't like movies and after your news, I don't want to make you any more miserable."

"You can watch your movie, I'll leave," she said, going to get up but he wouldn't let her. "Or not."

"You're staying then to watch The Breakfast Club. John Hughes, 1985. Greatest scored and soundtracked movie."

"Do I have to?" she whined but made no intention to move once he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Consider this day one of your movication," he said with a smirk as he pressed play on the remote.

Hopefully you all liked this. I was going to write more and include the miscarriage, but I figured the epilogue was kind of sad so I didn't want to make this chapter sad too.

Let me know what you thought :) I appreciate all the reviews, I'm sorry if I haven't been able to respond like I usually do. Things for me have been really crazy lately and I read all the reviews on my phone, but I forget to respond. I'm going to try to respond to everyone who reviews though. Thanks :)