1# No sexual favors.

2# Respect each other's personal space.

3# We don't go to each other's rooms without the other's knowledge

4# Clothes aren't optional.

5# When screwing someone LOCK THE DOOR.

6# If you smoke, please don't do it in the apartment.

7#After messing the kitchen, you clean it. I'm not your mother, I'm not gonna clean after you.

8# We share chores equally because, again, I'm not your mother.

9# When I have my headphones on, don't talk to me.

10# When having a friend over we let the other know.

11# No fucking guns are allowed in the apartment.

12# You can use anything in the place that is mine but please leave me a note so that I won't lose my mind looking for whatever you took.

13# I sometimes work really late and get home exhausted, I'd appreciate if you don't make much noise.

"So?" Beca said when Jesse kept eyeing the list she wrote for him. She would have just texted it but he asked her out for lunch and told her to bring the list with her. He assured her that it's just lunch and not a date and that he was bringing Sam.

"I don't smoke," he looked up. "And your rules are very reasonable."

Beca nodded at his words then glanced at Sam who was sitting on Jesse's lap, his phone was in her hands and she was looking at it like it were alien.

"One thing though," Jesse put the list down,

"Yeah?" she looked up.

"About the noise, I don't know if you're aware but babies are known for their casual and frequent bursts into sobs," He wrapped his arm around his daughter, "and mine is pretty vocal," he cupped her face and gently squeezed her cheeks.

"Why is she drooling so much?" Beca asked eyeing the baby.

"She's teething," he looked down at his daughter then reached for a napkin and cleaned her mouth. Sam kept eyeing Beca then put her father's phone in her mouth.

"No," Jesse said slowly, removing the phone from her mouth and made her pout in the process.

"I don't mind," Beca chuckled at the look on the baby's face. "She's a baby," she shrugged. "And, I meant noises you can control like watching movies super loud in the middle of the night, or deciding to use the microwave really late. That shit drives me crazy."

"What kind of asshole watches movies loud in the middle of the night?"

"Crispin did," She picked up a glass of water and sipped from it while looking around for the waiter, she was starving.

"And you rolled with it although you hated it."

"Yep," she nodded putting the glass down.

"The shit we roll with for the people we love/ loved," he sighed "God knows how much I've comprised to please Sandra," he chuckled humorlessly. "I got rid of my movie collection for her,"

"Movie collection? Like, Blu rays and DVDs?" Beca frowned.

"Exactly like that,"

"Dude, why would you keep those when there's Netflix?"

"That is exactly what she said!" he glanced down at Sam feeling her play with his sweatshirt then stuffed it into her mouth.

"Sam's gum really hurts, huh?" Beca eyed the baby who was furiously chewing on her father's sweatshirt.

"Yeah," he grinned adoringly gazing at his baby,

"Bottom teeth?" she asked and he nodded. "You have a really cute kid,"

"Thanks, I've been told she gets it from me,"

"Don't flatter yourself." She rolled her eyes.

"You know it's true, I mean look at this face," he gestured to himself.

"I am looking," She said stoically then cracked a smile when grinned cheekily at her.

Jesse looked down at the list and placed a finger on the 11th rule: 'No fucking guns.'

"Do I look like the type of guy to carry a gun around?" he asked

She shrugged, "I don't really know you,"

"Let's get to know each other then."

"Okay, I'm Beca Mitchell. I'm 27. I make music for a living." She stated in a bored tone.

"Not like that," he shook his head, "Tell me what you like. What are your favorite things. What do you hate in people. What you appreciate in people."

"This is turning to a date,"

"I'm just trying to get to know better, what's wrong with that?"

"Okay fine... Um, I like Mexican food," she shrugged, "And Falafel, like, when I go to New York I have to stop by a food truck and have some Falafel,"

"Okay," he nodded, "Well, I'd eat anything, but I'd kill for Pizza. Pepperoni Pizza specifically. Are you a dog person or cat person?"

"Oh definitely a dog person,"

"Me too. I've always wanted a dog," he sighed.

"Why didn't you adopt one?"

"Sandra is allergic to dogs,"

"Well, my apartment complex doesn't allow pets," she said apologetically.

"It's okay," he picked up his phone with two fingers. "So much drool," he grimaced.

"Lemme help you out with that," Beca grabbed a napkin then leaned over the table and took his phone from him.

"Thanks." Jesse thanked her.

Beca tried to clean the phone without getting any drool on her hands. "I have a soft spot for people with dimples. I appreciate people with a sense of humor. My favorite color is green. I hate cheaters and pretentious people... Your turn." She looked up after cleaning his phone.

"I have dimples,"

"And, I have eyes," she rested her arms on the table.

"So, you have a soft spot for me?" he arched an eyebrow.

She kept looking at him and didn't answer. "Okay," he said slowly.

"I like a lot of stuff." He said thoughtfully, "I love movies, and I can't pick a favorite. Same for music. Favorite color is blue—the shade of your eyes actually." He nodded at Beca. "Like you, I like people who have a sense of humor and can take a joke. I enjoy cooking and singing. I hate liars and war. I'm pretty passive." He watched her place his phone near him. "Thanks." He thanked her.

"You welcome, roomie," she smiled at him.

"When I can move in?" he asked.

"Whenever you want," she shrugged. "We should discus bills and rent," she added when the waiter placed their orders.

"Yeah, sure," he nodded.

"Are you gonna eat with Sam on your lap?" Beca asked.

"Yep," Jesse reached for bread and handed a piece to Sam that she put in her mouth the moment he gave it to her.

"Your kid is cute and all, but man are babies gross." She reached for the steak she ordered.

"You have no idea," he sighed. "But I guess the cuteness overshadows the grossness" he shrugged.

"Um, since there's plenty of room Sam should have a room too." Beca said as she cut the meat.

"It's okay, I'll put a crib in the room I'm taking,"

"Dude, I don't mind," she shrugged. "And I'm sure you're gonna have girls over… It will be weird if your kid was in the room," She looked up.

"Thank you," he thanked her. "I owe you one."

"We're sharing the apartment, and you don't owe me anything." She pointed at him with the knife. "So got any rules yourself you'd like to add?" she asked.

"Not really, your list overs it pretty well." He shrugged. "I look forward to living with you," he gave her his hand to seal the deal with a formal hand shake.

"A hand shake, okay," she took his hand.

"I'm gonna hug you later, don't worry," he let go of her hand.

3 weeks later.

"Morning Becs,"

Beca nodded in acknowledgement while she rubbed her eye. She walked past Jesse and opened the fridge.

"You shopped?" Beca said grabbing the milk container.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"When?"

She got home late the night before there wasn't any grocery in the fridge, she found a plate full of meatloaf that she ate half of. It was starting to become a habit of Jesse to leave her dinner.

"This morning," he answered. "Beca, its almost noon," he added noting the look on her face.

"Don't judge me it's the weekend," she said defensively as she grabbed the cereal box.

"I'm not judging you," he shrugged taking a bite from the carrot he was cutting and watched her take a seat on stool at the other end of the counter.

"Thanks for dinner, by the way," she filled a bowl with cereal.

"I didn't think you'd eat it," he continued to cut carrot as Beca added milk to the cereal.

"Why?" she asked bringing the spoon to her mouth.

"Well, it was Friday, I figured you'd be out having fun and would come home to sleep,"

"I had fun, I just didn't get shitfaced," she mumbled through a mouthful of cereal, "My friends are trying to set me up with a guy. They invited him to come with us. And when I'm drunk I tend to think with my vagina which usually results in me waking up in someone else's bed. I don't want to wake up in his bed."

"I see. Also, please don't say vagina in front of my daughter she's picking up words." He whispered the word vagina,

"Noted," Beca nodded.

"What's so bad about this guy that you don't wanna hook up with?" Jesse asked.

"It's just that I don't wanna date at the moment," she shrugged. "And I can't risk sleeping with him," she paused to swallow, "he's the clingy type." She grimaced then looked up at Jesse who had one eyebrow arched.

"What?"

"You don't know the guy, right?"

"I don't,"

"Then how do you know he's clingy?" he rested his hands on the counter.

"I have a sixth sense when it comes to men,"

"Oh really?" he chuckled when she nodded. "What kind of a man do you think I am?"

"Well, I can't do you." She shook her head.

"Why?"

"Because you're not a stranger anymore, we live together. It only works with strangers."

"What did you think of me when we first met?"

Beca blew a breath. "I guess, I thought you were a good guy and huge weirdo," she brought the spoon full of cereal to her mouth, "I still do,"

"I can roll with that," he shrugged. "What was that?" he turned to Sam who was mumbling. He gave her a piece of carrot.

"She's really into it," Beca said in awe watching the baby furiously bite the carrot.

"Dada!" Sam reached for Jesse.

"Dada is right here," he put down the knife and picked Sam up, showering her with kisses.

"So last night I came across a music sheet," Beca started to say as she placed the spoon in the bowl. "I didn't play the notes because it was like 1 am when I got here but it sounded nice when I hummed it," she looked up, "What's the piece for?"

"Eh, nothing," he shrugged putting Sam back in her chair.

"What do you mean nothing?" she asked.

"I mean that I made it for me." He picked up a carrot and took a bite, "Composing is just hobby now," Jesse said uneasily.

"I know it's none of my business, but you should totally compose for a living."

"No, I tried it, it's not a steady career and I have a kid to look after,"

"I know. But do you really wanna spend the rest of your life teaching music at a high school? You went to film school for heaven's sake."

"Not everyone gets to shine Beca," he said and sounded harsher than he intended, "I'm sorry," he apologized realizing it.

"Don't be, it's none of my business, I shouldn't have said anything," she said giving the bowl of cereal her full attention.

"After graduation, I knew it was gonna be a bumpy ride but thought that it would eventually work out and that I'll get my big break." He grabbed a tomato and started to cut it, "and as time passed by, I found myself getting coffee and toilet paper instead of actually doing my job, and it wasn't paying that well either." He grabbed another tomato, "There was a point in my life where I couldn't even pay the rent," he blew a breath, "A friend of my mine, Benji, you know him, he told me that there was a position as a music teacher at the high school he taught at, and that by my degree I'd get the job so I apply and now I have a source of income." He put down the knife, "And I can afford for my girl," he turned and smiled at his baby.

"So what, you didn't get your break as soon as you thought, you just gave up your dream?"

"Beca, you got a hit song months after graduating from college and you weren't even majoring in music production!"

"I had bad days too, no actually bad months. Your parents live in L.A and you can crash at their place when you can't pay the rent. My parents live in a different states and they're both hours away from L.A. Dad helped me out when I first moved here, but that was it." She got on her feet. "I had one hit song when I was 23 then it took me like two years until I got a record deal. For two fucking years I lived my life thinking I wasn't good enough and that it was a one hit wonder because I fucked up every job interview I had. I worked different jobs that I hated guts to keep a roof on my head but didn't give up my dream." She glared at him before turning on her heels.

Jesse walked around the counter and made his way to Beca and stopped her. "But it worked out eventually, didn't it?" he reached for her shoulders, "It didn't for me. I'm not good enough, and I've come to terms with it," Jesse sighed. "I'm not cut out to make scores," he squeezed her shoulders.

Jesse kept eyeing Beca as she looked everywhere butat him. For the few weeks that he lived with her, they weren't that involved in each other's' lives', they were roommates not friends. But they've started to develop a friendship, a friendship that Jesse had a good feeling about, because despite how much of a snarky sarcastic bitch Beca can be, she was a good person and a loyal friend. He's seen how she was with her friends. Her friends were family which explained why she didn't have that many friends.

They barely knew each other and she was mad at him for giving up his dream. That warmed his heart.

"Don't," she glared at him catching the adoring look he had on his face.

"I'm going for it, don't make it awkward and hug me back," he said as he enveloped her in his arms.

"Jesus," Beca murmured hugging him back.

"I'm taking Sam out to the park around the block, wanna tag along?" he said as he hugged her tightly

"I haven't showered yet," she mumbled against his chest.

Jesse pulled away just enough he could see her face.

"Take your time, roomie," he grinned at her. "I have to finish cutting salad anyway," he shrugged unwrapping his arms from around her and walked back to the counter.

"Dada." Sam mumbled.

"Yep," he picked up the knife, "Dada," he nodded leaning in and kissed her neck making her laugh.

"So what are we doing here exactly?" Beca asked as they sat on a bench in a park.

"Nothing," he shrugged.

"Okay," Beca nodded.

"We're appreciating nature," he threw his arm over the bench.

"I'm pretty sure sand boxes and swings aren't nature elements," Beca pushed up her sunglasses up.

"I just want Sam to see different faces," he tilted his head to look at Beca, "And get some vitamin D in her,"

"Oh she'll get the D at some point her life," Beca joked then shook her head, "that was an awful joke, and I'm terribly sorry for making it," she groaned, "What's wrong with me?" she ran her fingers through her hair, "I made a dirty joke that involved a baby," she thought out loud.

"Apology accepted" Jesse cringed.

"Hey, so the other day in class, I was thinking about your orgasmic situation," he said after a few minutes of silence.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "You're not gonna let it go, are you?,"

"I can't. I consider us friends, and future best friends, and I can't just not think of how to fix my friend's problem... Just hear me out okay?"

"Fine," she shrugged,

"I think your masturbation game is weak," he started to say,

"I changed my mind, I don't wanna hear this," she shook her head.

"C'mon Beca, we've been together, and I'm pretty sure I know what sets you off," he said confidently.

"It was like a month ago and one time. You want me to believe that just from a hook up you figured how my body works?" she turned to face him.

"How many times did I make you come?" he asked knowingly.

Beca blew a breath, she pretended to think, "like a couple of times?" she shrugged.

"3 times, once by simulation and twice by penetration," he said fast. "If you didn't fall asleep I could have gone a couple more rounds,"

"Okay, three times," she rolled her eyes but he couldn't see it because she was wearing sunglasses.

"I know how your body works, and if you let me, I can teach you how to do it right,"

"No." she shook her head. "Rule number one: NO SEXUAL FAVORS."

"I didn't say I wanted to have sex with you,"

He hoped his tone was convincing, because he wouldn't mind at all.

"I'm just offering to teach you how to get yourself to climax on your own," he said casually. "Think of it as a sex aid class, only not about stds,"

Beca thought about accepting what he was offering for half a second then shook it off.

"NO." she shook her head,

"Okay," he shrugged, "I'm just trying to help, and my offer still stands if you change your mind."

"I won't,"

"For what's worth, next time you're hooking up with a guy take it slow. You want to rush with it but the longer you crave it the better it gets. Although, you did dig your nails real deep in my back when I teased you, so I'd recommend you clench the sheets instead of ruinning the man's back," he shrugged.

"Could you please stop talking about this?" she requested,

"Fine," he threw his hands up.

"Sam is picking up words, right?" Beca asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yep," he nodded

"We've been talking about inappropriate stuff," she stated.

"I know,"

"Do you think she picked up any word?"

"I hope not,"

"Dada!" Sam looked up.

"That's right baby, stick with dada." He nodded then leaned in a placed a kiss on her head.

AN:

.792aka annak47fans: That's what I'm trying to achive.

cruisingturtle: Thank you for the mile long PM, I appriciate everything you suggested and I'm gonna take most of what you mentioned and try and make something out of them that will still surprise you, hopefully.

I hope this chapter was alright, I'd love to read what you thought about it, so leave it in a review if you want because I don't read minds and even if I did, I don't think it would work over the internet, that'd be dumb.

Also, do you think Beca will let Jesse teach her?