A/N: Alright for the sake of this story, let's just pretended The Last Five Years isn't a thing and the songs never existed and Jesse, being a writer & producer himself (it comes with the music territory) that he wrote most of the songs. So, for future reference, if Beca or Jesse is singing something from TL5Y, it's really them singing because it's really them who wrote it because TL5Y doesn't exist... in this story. Does that make sense or is my lack of sleep finally getting to me? By the way, I'm in New York so really, TL5Y feels have been heightened. I decided I needed this fic to be updated just as much as I need all my favorite authors to update their fics because when I'm alone at night, there's nothing that I want more than to read and absorb everything Jeca and ffnet is seriously lacking in that department. Like always, I hope you like it- it's a pretty short chapter but I thought it was the perfect filler for what's coming up. Read and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect, or the characters, or the songs from L5Y. God, I wish I did though.. but then again, I don't want to be responsible for the heartache caused by The Last Five Years.. that's all you, Mr. Brown.

"I don't know what the hell to do," Beca sighed as she reached for the bottle of wine to pour herself yet another glass. After calling up her best friend, Beca drove straight to Amy's apartment and the two settled for a bottle of wine after talking about Beca's hard day.

"I do," Amy extended her arm to have Beca fill up her glass, as well, "You're gonna go home, print out copies of your resume and hand them out to every recording studio in L.A. That's the best thing you could do for now." After almost downing her glass, Beca reached for her phone to check of any missed calls or texts,

"Jesse doesn't even know yet.."

"Seriously, flatbutt? You guys tell each other everything!" Beca rolled her eyes at her longtime friend.

"I tried to call him earlier but it went straight to voicemail. He's probably busy with meetings about this new movie they're doing." Beca set her phone and glass down, then curled up on the couch.

"Oh yeah," Amy remembered vaguely about the conversation she and Beca had a couple days ago. The blonde noticed how proud Beca was of her boyfriend, but at the same time, she could see the hooded expression on her friend's face when she talked of her significant other's success. "How's that going?"

"Well, he's busier. He got a promotion just days after the movie premiere. It's been great, financially."

"But?" Amy felt that there was a but in there somewhere and by the way Beca wasn't looking at her, she knew it, too.

"I don't know, Ames. He's doing really well. And I'm nothing but proud of him, but I feel like I've become static- I have not done anything productive. The last project I did was for an artist that ended up being a 15-minutes-of-fame type of artist. My last paycheck was lower than the rest and I honestly don't know how to feel about it."

Amy sensed that her friend just about had enough to drink and had enough talking about losing her job. She grabbed a throw blanket and laid it on Beca as she took a nap on her couch.

An hour and a half later, Beca felt somebody waking her. God, she was having a really good nap, for the first time in a long time. Thanks to that red wine, of course.

"Becs?" He shook her thigh a little more and leaned in to kiss her forehead, "wake up, baby." Beca groaned a little bit before she opened her eyes. "Hey," he greeted her, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Amy called me, she had somewhere to be."

Beca sat up and started to fold the blanket. Jesse sat next to her and watched his girlfriend.

"Why didn't you tell me, Becs?"

"I tried," She told him, not looking at him. She went to pack her stuff in her bag and started to tidy up Amy's apartment before she left.

"I know, I'm sorry I missed your call. I was in a meeting. I called you back," Jesse stood up and grabbed a hold of her waist. "I'm sorry, baby. We'll figure out what to do next but let's go home, alright?" She nodded and laid her head on his chest- the only place she seemed to feel safe.

Two months have gone by and Beca had sent out dozens of copies of her resume to the best recording studios in L.A. Unfortunately, none had called her back. In order to be able to pay for some bills and not have Jesse carry all the load, Beca managed to find a job bartending at a bar down the street from their apartment. It was a few days till Christmas and Beca's walk back home was colder than usual. She'd just worked a twelve hour shift and didn't get enough tips for the day. To top it all off, customers were just plain rude. Clearly, Beca didn't belong in that environment, even her boss said so. She's "too pretty" to be behind a bar but at the same time, her tattoos and dark clothing helped her play the part that even the toughest of customers thought she could handle whatever remark they threw her way. She'd been working at the bar for three weeks now and no one has ever harassed her but Jesse did feel uncomfortable with his Beca working from sun up to sun down, tending to people that could possibly have bad intentions. Walking up the steps to their apartment, Beca just wanted to lie down and sleep her frustrations away. She had never felt more defeated in her life and getting that job at the bar solidified her giving up the dream of becoming a music producer. It was too good to be true, she got a taste of the life and then it was taken from her. She'd given up, and though she never said it out loud, Jesse knew. As she unlocked their front door, she started to unravel herself from her winter clothing, yanking away her scarf and annoyingly pushed off her boots. Jesse was a bit occupied with whatever he was doing in the living room to notice her actions but he did hear her coming home.

"Hey! How're you doing, babe?" He walked across the hall to see the frustrated expression on her face. Jesse's smile faltered while Beca tore her coat off from her body and dropped it on her way to their bedroom. "Not a very good day at the bar, huh?" Jesse was still a bit busy setting up a few things while he constantly glanced at his girlfriend, "I'm sorry. Did you uh, did you at least get some good tips?" Jesse started to make his way to their bedroom when he heard Beca's loud "shit!" as she dropped something. "Well, you look really nice?" Jesse tried to lift her spirits as she changed into a more comfortable lounge outfit. Beca glared at him and his comment. Jesse walked back to their living room to grab a few things, "are you working on anything tonight?" he asked.

"Like what?" Beca walked out of their bedroom in an oversized sweater and yoga pants.

"I don't know, mixing? Looking for a studio? Don't you have that meeting with your old boss next week?"

"I'm not going," She murmured as she passed him to lay on the couch.

"What? Why not?"

"Because all he's going to talk about is the downfall of the studio and how annoyed he is and how much money we lost." She turned to face the couch and tried to nap.

"Oh come on," Jesse moved to sit on the couch, picking up her legs to lay them across his lap. He started to massage her feet, "Well, if you're not doing anything else tonight, I have something for you to listen to," Beca looked up at him, pleading with her eyes,

"No, baby, please. I had the shittiest day, can it wait?"

"What?! No! I've been working on this all day and I need your opinion," He picked up her legs once again and sat them down, while he got up to stand in front of her.

"I recorded most of the instruments this morning and so, some parts may be rocky but…" He licked his lips in preparation to sing. Beca sighed and tried to give her boyfriend as much attention as she could. As he danced and pranced his way around their apartment, singing the song he wrote for her, Beca couldn't help but roll her eyes or giggle at him. As the music started to slow down, Beca was now sitting at their dining table, facing her nerdy boyfriend who's still singing to her. His excited and boyish grin expression had now turned into an affectionate expression. The look of love in his eyes was so obvious and Beca had to stare back at him, in complete awe of how he adores her.

"Maybe your heart's completely swayed, but your head can't follow through… but shouldn't I want the world to see the brilliant girl who inspires me? Don't you think that now's a good time to be the ambitious freak you are?" As he sang, Jesse made his way to kneel in front of Beca and cupped her face with both his hands, "say goodbye to wiping ashtrays at the bar,"

Beca rolled her eyes as he just grinned, and picked her up and swirled her around,

"cause I say: na na na na na na na na, oh Beca, you get to be happy! Na na na na na na na, I give you unlimited time! Na na na na na na na stop temping and go and be happy!" Jesse set her back down on the couch and reached for a piece of paper from his back pocket,

"Here's a new studio in Seattle, who'd love to have you as their new lead producer," He handed her the paper and Beca's mouth hung open. How on earth did he do that?

"Take a breath, Becs, take a step, take a chance.." before the music faded, Jesse reached for a package that sat under their coffee table and presented it onto her lap, "take your time." As Beca started to unwrap the present, Jesse stood up to stand by a switch, waiting for her to lay eyes on his gift. Unwrapping the paper, Beca found a gorgeous silver watch. It was breathtaking and also, a surprise. She looked up to find Jesse standing in the middle of their living room with all the lights shut off. Their apartment was illuminated by the dangling fairy lights that he hung up around the room which gave their home a magical vibe. The music had already ended but Jesse continued to sing as Beca stood to wrap her arms around his waist,

"Have I mentioned today.. how lucky I am.. to be in love with you?" To Beca, everything Jesse did was a reminder of how much he loved her but this was exactly what she needed at the moment. He was her rock, her solid ground and he never failed to make her feel like the most special person in the world. As they stood in their living room, trapped in each other's arms, they shared a loving kiss and swayed to the music that played in their heads.

A/N: Yeah, I hate this musical. And any grammar mistakes I possibly made.