A/N Hey dearies! So I really didn't want to write today because I'm sick, but I made a promise. Read and review! I love you all!

PS: I don't own any recognizable lines. Duh. If I did, I'd be filming the next movie already.

"Great job today, Beca. You've made a lot of progress." Jesse commented as he opened the door for her.

"Thanks. I'll see you next week." She said as she walked out to her car.

She dug around in her purse searching for her keys, her guitar resting on the side of the vehicle.

"No, no, no!" She muttered to herself. She pressed her face up to the glass and, lo and behold, her keys were resting on the seat. She groaned and trudged back inside. The woman at the front desk called someone to get the keys out while Beca took a seat in the lobby. A few minutes later, Jesse walked out with a backpack and his jacket swung around his shoulders.

He smirked. "Couldn't leave, huh?"

Beca rolled her eyes. "I locked my keys in my car, dork."

Jesse couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Wooow, Beca."

"Where are you going?" Beca asked, changing the subject.

"Home. You're my last lesson today." Jesse wiggled his eyebrows. "Why do you want to know?"

The woman interrupted. "Excuse me miss, but no one can come out until tomorrow." She said politely.

Beca groaned and reached for her phone, dialing a familiar number. "Amy, come pick me up."

"Sorry Shaw-Shank, I'm watching the college swim team." An Australian voice sounded from the other end. "It's hunting time." Amy purred and hung up, leaving Beca stranded. She buried her head in her hands in frustration.

"Do you need a ride?" Beca looked up to a sincere Jesse, outreached hand and all.

"Sure." She gathered up her stuff and let him lead her to his car. He piled her guitar into his trunk and opened the passenger side door for her.

"Where are we off too?" He asked.

Beca thought for a moment. She was not going to let him know where she lived. "We can go to Bella's."

Jesse nodded and headed off into the direction of the coffee shop. After a time of awkward silence, Jesse spoke up. "So what's you favorite movie?" He didn't get an answer. "What, you don't like movies or something?" Still no answer. "Like any movies? What the hell is wrong with you! How do you not like movies? Now liking movies is like not liking puppies!"

"They're fine," Beca said. "I just get bored and never make it to the end."

"The endings are the best part!" Jesse cried in disbelief.

"They're predictable." Beca countered. "Like that guy gets the girl, or the kid sees dead people, or Darth Vader is Luke's father."

"Oh, so you happened to guess the biggest cinematic reveal in history?"

"Vader in German means." She stated. "His name is literally Dark Father."

"Huh, so you know German? Now I know why you don't like fun things." He stopped for a second. "You need a movie education. You need a movication, and I'm going to give it to you!"

"Good luck, I can't even make it halfway before I fall asleep."

"Challenge accepted!" Jesse said excitedly.

A few minutes later, they pulled up to Bella's and ordered a couple coffees from the peppy redhead at the register before settling in at a table.

"Okay, so I've got Jaws, ET, Breakfast Club, Star Wars, and Rocky. Best scored and soundtracks movies of all time." He piled the boxes on the table. "That's what I want to do when I grow up; I want to score movies. Bring people to tears, you know, blow their minds. I feel like only music can do that."

Beca was surprised about how passionate he sounded. "Then what are you doing working at Treble Treble?"

"It's hard to get into that business. A guy has gotta eat, and Treble Treble is providing me with a way to do that." He directed the focus back to the stack of movies on the table. "Lucky for you, it ladies choice night. What movie do you want to watch?"

"Can we do something else, like relive my parents' divorce or visit a gynecologist?" Beca asked.

"Nope, no getting out of this."

"Fine." Beca chose a movie randomly from the pile and handed it to Jesse.

"The Breakfast Club, good choice." He said as he plopped the movie into his laptop.

97 minutes and two rude awakenings later, Jesse shut his laptop. "So?"

"It was okay." Beca rubbed her eyes. "But the coffee didn't even keep me awake."

Jesse laughed. "I will get you to love movies if it's the last thing I do!"

"Beca rolled her eyes. "Good luck with that."