Halloween wasn't something that Beca Mitchell looked forward to. She thought it was fun when she was a kid, like every other kid, she enjoyed trick or treating, but that was it. In her teen years, she came to realize that it was stupid and stopped celebrating it, except for when she was forced to dress up for a Halloween party.

Beca had just gotten home after a long day at work, filled with stupid horror jokes and puns that she didn't get, she figured they were film related.

"Wow," she chuckled when she saw Jesse in the living room, on his phone dressed in a pair of boxing shorts, wearing a robe but had no shirt on, and had an eye patch.

"Lemme guess, you're a boxer pirate?" she placed her bag on the couch.

"Nope," he looked up from his phone. "I'm just a boxer who lost an eye," he shrugged,

"Okay. Where are your gloves?" she asked,

"I'm settling for these bad boys only," he held his free hand up, he was wearing inner boxing gloves on his hands.

"Sam looks cute," she said glancing at Sam who was playing with a stuffed toy, dressed in a parrot costume.

"It's a perfect costume," Jesse picked his daughter up,

"Oh, put her on your shoulder, Jesse," Beca said as she pulled her phone from her pocket.

Jesse put his daughter on his right shoulder and made sure she wouldn't fall. "Ay, ay, captain," Jesse grinned for the camera.

Beca pulled her keys and shook them to make Sam look her way and when she got her to look at her she took the picture. She then handed Jesse her phone to see the photo she snapped after he held his daughter his arm.

"Totally framing this," he said looking at the picture. "Thanks," he turned to Beca.

"You welcome," she took her phone from him. "You're hitting a party?" she asked as she made her way to the kitchen,

"We're hitting a party," he corrected following her to the kitchen as he rocked his baby in his arms.

She grabbed a beer from the fridge and turned with a frown on her face.

"I can't believe you forgot," he sighed, "Benji's party. He invited you himself like a month ago," he tried to freshen up her memory.

"Oh," Beca said in realization as she brought the beer to her mouth.

"Beca, you promised you'd go," he reminded her,

"Well, I don't have a costume," she shrugged.

"I got that covered," he made his way to his room and came back with a red devil horns headband, "Because you're evil, I got you this," he shook the headband her way, "When I saw it at the store, I thought of you," he threw it for her to catch,

She eyed it for a few seconds then wore it.

"There, we got the costume checked. I'm gonna drop parrot over here at my parents' then we're off to Benji's," he patted his daughter's back.

"I can drive you there," she offered, "But I'm staying in the car," she added fast,

"Okay, thanks," he nodded, "Lemme just go get Sammy's bag," he pointed behind him.

"This is great," Jesse said when they walked into the house, "I'm gonna get us drinks,"

"No alcohol for me," Beca stopped him by putting her hand on his arm, "I'm driving,"

"Okay," he said then made his way to the refreshments table, there weren't any non-alcoholic drinks on it. He decided to check in the kitchen where he found soda cans.

"Here you go," he handed Beca a can when he found her leaning against a wall.

"Thanks," she popped the can opened and brought it to her mouth.

"Made any acquaintances?" Jesse asked

"We just got here," she said after swallowing,

He shrugged and looked around, "Not a good enough excuse,"

"It is good enough for me,"

An hour later,

"Becaw," Jesse called as he jumped on the couch. Beca was on her phone. "What are you doing?" he asked peeping in to see the screen.

"I'm playing angry birds," she answered without looking up.

"You're at a party, Beca,"

"I just came because I promised I would," she shrugged, "Hey!" she exclaimed when he took her phone away from her, "Give me my phone back," she gave him her hand,

"Nope," he shook his head,

"Whatever, I'm not gonna beg for it," she leaned against the couch.

"Did you talk to anyone in here?" Jesse asked,

"Not really," she answered, "I don't know anyone,"

"News flash: talking equals getting to know people,"

"Who said I wanna get to know anyone?" she tilted her head to look at him,

"Hey Jesse," a girl greeted seductively as she walked by them.

"Hi," he answered her curtly then turned to Beca who was following the girl with her eyes,

"Jesse, that girl wants you in her pants," Beca nodded at the girl.

"I'm fully aware of that," he leaned against the couch,

"Then what the hell are you doing here, go get in her pants,"

"Maybe I'm not interested in her," he shrugged,

"Hold on," she sat up and turned to him, "You're passing out on that," she gestured at the girl, "That chick is hot…" She kept eyeing her before looking back at Jesse "How long has it been since you've broken up with Sandra?"

"Like a year and a half now," he answered,

"And you didn't have sex with anyone until I threw myself at you?"

"Stop saying you threw yourself at me because it was mutual,"

"Answer me, Jesse, I'm starting to worry about you,"

"Yeah, you're the first woman I've been with after Sandra,"

"Did you ever hook up with anyone but her?" she asked remembering that Sandra was his high school sweetheart.

"I lost my virginity to her," he shrugged, "What do you think?"

"Okay, I'm worried about you," she nodded, "You've been in a monogamist relationship for over a decade,"

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing,"

"You need to have more casual sex, dude, for your own well-being. You're single and fairly good looking. And most importantly, you're good in bed,"

"Thank you, you're good in the sack too, and you're a pretty great kisser,"

"Okay, are we gonna exchange notes now?"

"Actually yes!" he nodded then sat up, "There this thing you do with your tongue that I can't stop thinking about," he paused turning thoughtful, "Can you teach me how to do it?" he asked,

"Dude," she snorted,

"Please?" he gave her puppy dog eyes,

"Hypothetically speaking, If I teach you how to do it would you get off my back and leave me alone for the night?" she asked after a beat.

"Only, if you promise to find some guy to have a one night stand with,"

"Nope,"

"I just want you to have a good time."

"I don't need a guy to have a good time,"

"You can't get yourself to orgasm on your own, you need a guy," he watched her run her fingers through her hair, "Or a girl, whichever you want," he shrugged, "Or you could just let me show you how—"

"NO!"

"Okay, we'll get back to my offer later. Now, tell me, why don't you want to have a one night stand?"

"I'm not drunk for starters,"

"Not an excuse," he looked around, "How about that guy?" he nodded at a blond guy,

"He looks like a douchebag,"

"Okay, then that guy over there," he nodded at a different guy,

"Being a douchebag isn't a bad thing," she shrugged,

"You're into douchebags, okay,"

"No, it means that he's not the relationship type, and will be more than happy to never see my face again,"

"Oh," Jesse exclaimed in realization, "Fair point… wait, does this mean you're thinking about having a one night stand?"

"If you do it, then I'll do it," she shrugged,

She thought about it, she has been wanting to get laid for a while and the fact that she was attracted to Jesse was bad news. She figured if she would hook up with someone else, she'll stop wanting to bone him.

"Okay, I'm game," he nodded, "now, teach me how to kiss the way you do," he sat up and watched her get on her feet. "No," she said then turned on her heels and started to walk away.

"Why not?" he followed her,

"It's just weird," she shrugged,

"Isn't everything weird with us?" he fell into step with her then jumped in front of her,

"Dude, I'm not gonna make out with you, back off,"

"You said you would if I promised I'd get off your back," he said hopeful, "Plus, what's so bad about kissing me?" he asked,

"Are you seriously asking me that?" she arched an eyebrow,

"Wait," he lifted the eye patch, "Yes, I'm very serious Beca," he hardened his expression but the small twitch in his lips blew his 'seriousness'. She held back a smile and looked away for a second to maintain the scowl on her face.

"It's nothing, you just tease with your tongue," she walked past him, "practice on your hand," she advised,

"Okay, forget about it," he followed her, "I didn't mean to piss you off," he jumped in front of her again,

"I'm not mad," she shrugged, "It's just that you don't seem to realize how inappropriate it is,"

"That's because I don't think it is," he smiled watching her roll her eyes, "I really don't. But since you think it is then I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. Here," he held her phone with both hands.

Beca eyed him for a few seconds as she stuffed her phone in her back pocket then ran her fingers through her hair, "Fuck it," she cupped his face and kissed him and he opened his mouth for her instantly. She shook her head and pulled away, "You gotta ease into it,"

He nodded and dug his fingers in her waist when she brushed her lips against his before kissing him. Her hands went for his shoulders where she rested them as she slowly deepened the kiss and melted into it. She did the thing with her tongue he asked about, which was nothing special, it was basically touching his tongue with hers gently, then nodded for him to try and he got it right on the first try. And, as she was about to break the kiss he pulled her closer to him and ran his fingers through her hair.

When they broke apart, Beca's hands were on his chest feeling him, and his hands were still in her locks.

"I'm gonna go find that douchebag," Beca managed to say after getting some oxygen in her lungs. Realizing she had her hands on his chest, she awkwardly removed them and stepped back. "This was a bad idea," she muttered as she walked away.

Jesse watched her walk away then ran a hand on his face as he blew a breath. He placed the eye patch back on his eye and leaned against the wall. He looked around for Beca and chuckled when he saw her checking how she looked using her front camera then unbuttoned a few buttons of her shirt. He looked for the girl who has been flirting with before making his way to her.

The morning after,

"I'll come by around noon," Jesse stretched as he spoke on the phone with his mother, "Or maybe sooner, I don't know," he brought a mug of coffee to his mouth then hung up the phone and placed it on the counter and threw his head back when he heard the front door,

"Morning roomie," he grinned at Beca when she closed the door behind her,

Beca nodded in acknowledgment as she made her way to the kitchen. She took his mug from him and sat on a stool,

"You don't look like you had fun," he said noting her grumpiness,

"No shit," she said giving his mug back.

She sighed then rested her head on the counter and looked up when she heard a door get unlocked, she recognized the girl that came to the kitchen,

"Good morning," the girl yawned and sat next to Beca,

"Becs, Lily. Lily, Beca my roommate/ best friend," Jesse gestured between them.

"Nice to meet you," Beca smiled at the girl then rested her head on the counter,

"Becs, what's up?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," she said before getting on her feet. She dragged herself to her room and closed the door behind her.

"Do you need a ride?" Jesse asked looking back at Lily.

"I drove us here," she reminded him, "Um, I stole one of your boxers, I hope you don't mind." She grimaced,

"I'm sorry about your underwear," he apologized and watched her lean over the counter,

"Thanks for last night," she whispered then pecked his lips.

"Wanna have some breakfast?" Jesse asked her when she pulled away. She shook her head.

"I need to get going, but thanks for offering," she started to make her way to the front door,

"Bye," he waved his hand when she glanced at him before closing door behind her.

Jesse sipped his mug as he started walking to Beca's room. "Becs," he called while he knocked on the door. "I'm coming in," he said loud enough for her to hear then unlocked the door and placed a hand over his eyes. "Beca?" when he heard shifting sound, he removed his hand. Beca was still in her clothes from the night before, laying on her stomach.

"You okay?" he made his way to the bed,

"Do I look okay to you?" she asked,

"Nope," he placed the mug on the nightstand then sat on the bed, "Did that asshole do something to you?" he asked, "Becs?" he gently shook her when she didn't reply.

"He didn't do shit," she mumbled. Jesse got on the bed and leaned against the headboard. She looked up when she felt his hand rub her back.

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked,

"No," she buried her face in the pillow.

"C'mon Beca, you know you can tell me,"

She looked up again and eyed him, "Why are you half naked?" she asked, noting his lack clothing. "Wait, don't tell me," she rested her head on the pillow.

Jesse got off the bed and ran out of her room and came back dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, "I'm sorry for breaking the dress code," he laid back on the bed and rubbed her back, "I know how you must be feeling,"

"No you don't," she shook her head,

"Okay, maybe you're right. I don't remember ever being sexually frustrated," he shrugged, "but you feel like shit and I wanna help and I can help but you don't want my help so all I can do is try to get you to talk which I think is a dead end." He sat up, "I'm gonna tell you what to do to get yourself off and you can use my advice or keep on hooking up with people and hope someone does it for you,"

Hearing her sigh he smiled

"Okay," she muttered caving in after a few seconds of silence.

AN: Thank you for reading, and leaving your thoughts.