"And that's basically it…." Jesse clapped his hands "Beca are you still with me?" he asked,

Beca nodded with her head buried in the pillow.

"Good talk," he rubbed his hands together,

"I'm gonna go get Sam, do you want anything?" he asked getting off the bed, "Okay," he said slowly when she shook her head.

He walked out of her room and closed the door behind him. As he made his way to his room he heard his cell phone ring. He paced to his room and picked it up.

"Hey man," He said first,

"Dude, did you have a threesome?" Donald asked,

"What?"

"Did you or did you not have a threesome? And don't fucking lie to me,"

"No, I didn't have a threesome," Jesse grabbed a pair of sneakers and sat on the bed and placed his phone in the crook of his neck to bend down and tie his shoe laces.

"Explain this then," Donald said and a few seconds later Jesse's phone buzzed. Jesse held his phone and checked the texted he got from Donald which was a photo of him and Beca kissing,

"I don't see how this is an indication I had a threesome," Jesse shrugged placing the phone on his ear.

"You're clearly making out with your roommate in that picture, your roommate who disappeared from the party right after you left with that chick dressed as a sexy nurse."

"Becs left with some guy…. the one dressed as a firefighter," Jesse rubbed his forehead,

"Ugh,"

"What's with the ugh, do you know him?" placed his phone on the crook of his neck again and finished tying his shoelaces before getting on his feet.

"Yeah I know him, his name is Kurt."

"And," Jesse encouraged him to keep talking as made his way out of the room.

"He's actually a firefighter,"

"He's a firefighter who came dressed up as a firefighter to a Halloween party?" Jesse asked rhetorically.

"Yep,"

"Ugh,"

"So, you didn't have a threesome?"

"Yes, I did not—where did get that picture? Were you creeping on me?" Jesse picked up his car keys.

"No, I actually screencap'd and zoomed in then cropped. it's from a video."

"That sounds like a lot of work... How did you get your hands on the video?"

"Benji's Instagram. I'm sending you the link,"

In a few seconds, Jesse's phone buzzed. He checked the short video of Benji performing a magic trick and saw how he and Beca were kissing in the back.

Jesse sighed running a hand through his hair.

"This is bad," he murmured then pressed the phone to his ear,

"What you got someone that you don't want to see it?" Donald asked,

"Not really." He wore a cap on his head then made his way to the front door. "It's just that if mom sees it she's gonna get pissed at me,"

"Wait, your mom is on Instagram and follows Benji?"

"Yes," Jesse locked the door behind him and made his way to the elevator.

"Why would she get pissed?"

"She already thinks I'm dating Beca and that I'm hiding it from her," he explained as he walked into the elevator and pressed the ground floor's button then leaned against the wall. "If she sees this she'll think I lied to her face,"

"What were you doing kissing your roommate?"

"She was teaching me this tongue thing," Jesse answered and at that moment, he realized how weird it was.

"Damn," Donald laughed,

"What?"

"Nothing," Donald continued to laugh, "Hey, I gotta go."

"Okay, bye."

Hanging up, Jesse went and re-watched the video. They were making out, and quite passionately. He played it a couple of times before stuffing his phone in his pocket.

Later that day.

"Sammy look who is it," Jesse gestured to the screen. "It's mommy," he said as enthusiastically as he could.

"Hi, baby," Sandra waved, "I miss you,"

Sam eyed her mother for a few seconds before looking up at Jesse, "Dada?"

"Sam, mommy wants to talk to you," he nodded at the screen. When she didn't tilt her head towards the screen he snapped his fingers so she'd follow the sound, she did for a few seconds then got distracted by Jesse's hand.

"She's a baby, Sandra," Jesse shrugged noting the look on Sandra's face,

"No, this is my fault," she nodded, "I'm not around and I haven't been talking to her, makes sense that she didn't recognize me," she blew a breath.

"C'mon, don't say that it's probably because the lightening. The room is quite dim."

"You're being nice, and thank you but we both know that what you just said is bullshit,"

Jesse looked behind him when Sandra looked up, Beca was making her way to the kitchen and had her headphones on. She looked like she had just woken up. He nodded hi when their gaze met and she smiled at him before looking away.

He looked back at his computer screen to find Sandra eyeing their daughter.

"She's gonna turn one soon, and I might still be on a different continent,"

"It's in three months and if you're still away by then we'll Facetime," he held Sam's hand in his,

"With the time gap, I'll probably be working when you throw her a party," she sighed,

"Then I'll make sure we document it well for you,"

"Thanks, Jess,"

"What time is there?" Jesse asked,

"6:38 am," She answered. He glanced at the time and saw that she was 12 hours ahead,

"Where are you, again?"

"Izhevsk, Russia," She answered,

"Nice," he nodded,

"Yeah. Hey, I got gotta be on set in less than hour, let's try and get Sam to notice me before I go to work,"

"Sure," he sat up.

They tried to get her attention. After 30 minutes, Sam acknowledged her mother and looked at her directly as she talked to her. Sandra was more than happy with what they accomplished but had to leave earlier than she said she would.

Jesse tried to look at the kitchen as he closed the laptop but couldn't get a good look. Beca was humming to herself. He presumed she was cooking, it smelled like it and she has been in the kitchen for a while.

He picked Sam up and sat her down on the floor then surrounded her with her toys before he made his way to the kitchen, he was going to prepare her something to eat for dinner.

Jesse couldn't help but smile when he figured the song Beca was humming and nodded along as he opened the fridge.

She had her back to him and didn't see him nor hear him as she had her headphones on. And, it was one of her ground rules to not to talk to her when she has her headphones on, so he didn't.

Turning around, she gasped and removed the headphones, "You scared me," she placed a hand on her chest.

"I'm sorry," he apologized pulling a plate full of mac and cheese. "Nice song by the way," he made his way to the microwave and placed the plate inside it.

"You know Sunday Candy?" she asked in surprise.

"Yeah," he shrugged, "The hook is quite catchy," he

"It is," she agreed

He hummed it for a few seconds then couldn't resist not singing,

"You gotta move it slowly

Take and eat my body like it's holy

I've been waiting for you for the whole week

I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy" Jesse leaned against the counter.

"How does the bridge start?" he turned to Beca who had an eyebrow arched, "Becs?"

She blinked and cleared her throat.

"Come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain" she sang. Jesse nodded recalling the rest and joined her.

"Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain

You better come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain

Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain"

Jesse had a goofy grin when they finished the bridge, and Beca was trying to hold a smile back, she was in a way better mood than the one he left her in earlier that day and he had a good guess as to why her mood improved.

"Cool song," he said then looked down, "Look who crawled her way here," he bent down to look at his daughter.

"You wanna sing with us too?" he asked her.

"I think she's just hungry," Beca eyed Sam.

"I think you're right," he picked Sam up and sat her on her chair. He then pulled the plate from the microwave and placed the mac and cheese in front of her and handed her a spoon after placing a bib around her neck.

"What?" Jesse asked when he found Beca eyeing him,

"You know she's gonna throw most of the food around, right?"

"I'll clean it up," he shrugged, "What are you making?" he made his way to Beca and stood next to her near the stove,

"Beer-Braised Chicken Thighs," she answered, "It's almost ready… I made enough for two. If you want,"

"Yeah, of course, thank you. It smells great, by the way,"

"Let's aim low, shall we?" she looked up,

"I call it like I smell it," he tapped her nose then looked around when he heard Sam babble words as she ditched the spoon and grabbed a handful of mac and cheese with her hand before stuffing it into her mouth.

"Gross," Beca muttered.

"At least she's not throwing it around," he shrugged.

"Jesse, dinner is ready," Beca called from the kitchen.

"Coming," Jesse answered from the living area. He was on the floor playing with his daughter.

"The takeout menus are to your right, don't shy out if it's awful." Beca gestured at the menus when he joined her in the kitchen.

"Okay," he chuckled and grabbed a plate to serve himself.

"So, there's something you should know about," Jesse said as he placed the plate next to Beca's and sat down.

"What's up?" she asked, pulling a couple of beers from the fridge.

Jesse handed her his phone to watch the video. She took it and sat down on a stool. Beca watched the video a couple of times before looking up. Jesse was looking at her and watched her place the phone on the counter. Her expression was close to his when he saw it.

"The thing is, that if mom sees it she'll go bananas on me," he reached for a beer.

"Because she thinks we're dating and this will make you look like a liar," she finished for him.

"Yeah," he nodded,

"Well, did she see it?" Beca asked,

"Not yet… I can handle mom, I just wanted to let you know that we were filmed," He took a spoonful from his plate, "Now tell me what the hell did you put in this, it is so good!" he exclaimed,

"I just followed a recipe, dude," she shrugged,

"I had Beer-Braised Chicken Thighs before but this amazing,"

"Okay you can stop," she rolled her eyes,

"It's like I'm eating something heavenly," he brought another spoon to his mouth, "I think I'm having a foodgasm," he closed his eyes

"Shut up," she chuckled,

"Seriously, though, this is really good," he nodded at the plate.

"Thanks," she mumbled before swallowing.

They got into a comfortable silence as they dined.

"I saw you talking to Sandra earlier, how is she doing?" Beca asked breaking the silence when she finished her plate.

"Sam didn't recognize her. You guess how she's doing,"

"That's shitty,"

"Yeah," he agreed, "Sucky part is that they're gonna be doing some re-shooting, which means she won't be home anytime soon,"

"I can't imagine how she must be feeling,"

"I've been wanting to take Sam see her, but I can't take a leave from work," he shrugged,

"When will she be back in L.A?"

"I don't know, with the re-shooting it could take like two more months," he sighed, "She was supposed to be back in a month,"

"Sam will come around when she sees her in the flesh,"

"That's not what's bothering me. Sandra wasn't here when Sammy said her first words, she's gonna take her first step any day now, and Sandra isn't around to see it." He tilted his head feeling Beca's gaze, "She hasn't called her mama yet,"

"Well, I'm gonna sound insensitive but it's her fault," Beca shrugged, "I'm sure she could have found a minute to see her kid daily. Don't beat yourself about it, it's not your fault," she gave him a small smile.

Jesse took a deep breath then nodded, "I'm gonna bake us dessert," he said out of the blue,

"Bake?"

"Yes, I'm gonna make us cake," he informed her,

"Okay," she said in puzzlement,

"Baking helps me wrap my mind around things,"

"I think I understand," she nodded jumping off the stool. "I'll clean up," she gestured around at the mess she made, "then I'll keep an eye on Sam, I guess," she shrugged,

"And risk her tearing our ears off with her crying?" he asked jokingly, "I got Sam, her bed time is soon," he glanced at his watch, "I should get her ready for bed,"

"I've just put Sammy to bed," Jesse announced as he made his way to living area, where Beca was laying on the couch with her laptop on her lap,

"Cool," she looked up. "Kitchen is waiting for you to shine Martha Stewart," She added wearing her headphones.

He shook his head in amusement as he walked to the kitchen.

Beca hung her headphones around her neck when Jesse started to make his way to where she was laying. She sat up, making room for him to sit.

"Cake will be ready in 45 minutes," Jesse said as he reached for the remote control.

"Cool," she nodded.

"Whatcha got there?" he nodded at her laptop.

"Just mixing stuff," she shrugged,

"Mixing, like working?" he asked,

"No, I like to do mashups," she lowered the screen so that she could look at Jesse, "Wanna hear a sample?"

"Yes, I'd love to,"

Jesse watched her as she crawled from where she was lying and sat next to him, "Well,what I've been working on isn't finished yet, I'm gonna play you something I did the other day," she said as she went through her laptop, "Here," she handed him her headphones, and when he wore them she played the mix.

"Wow, this is really good," he exclaimed removing the headphone when the track came to an end. "How do you do it?" he asked as hung the headphones around her neck.

"Um, I just find songs that have the same chord progressions and create a track that blends them together." She explained then tilted her head to look at the computer screen, "So, like, this is the new bass line," she pointed at the screen, "and this is matching up downbeats."

"That is amazing, Beca."

"Thanks," she tilted her head to face him, he was leaning in to get a good look at the screen.

She thanked her stars he was looking straight ahead and not her way because if he were the chances of her kissing him were pretty high. She looked back at the screen and played it cool.

He leaned against the couch and ran his fingers through his hair then watched her put some distance between them before blowing a breath.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she shrugged and closed her laptop then grabbed her cellphone.

"Why did you stop working on your mashup then?"

"I'm not in the mood to get creative anymore," she shrugged.

Jesse started to look through different channels. "We should come up with a safe word," he said after a while of silence.

"What?" she looked up.

"I said that we should come up with a safe word,"

"A safe word?"

"Yep," he looked away from the TV. "A safe word for when one of us really wants the other, so that other does something about it,"

She arched an eyebrow then looked back at her phone.

"Beca I don't need psychic powers to know that you want me right now," he sighed, "How much do you wanna bet that if I held your hand your heart will start racing?" he asked when she didn't acknowledge him. He felt her breathing get hitched when she was showing him how she makes her mashups.

"You're very confident about yourself," she glanced at him.

"Yeah, and I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me," he placed the remote aside, "I sometimes want you too," he shared with her hesitantly, "And it might screw our friendship. Pun intended,"

"And you think a safe word will solve it?" she tilted her head to look at him.

"Totally," he nodded, "So, got any suggestions?" he watched her rest her legs on the coffee table.

"I don't know," she shrugged.

"C'mon, think of the least sexy thing you can imagine,"

"A kitten,"

"What? No," he scoffed,

"Kittens are way too sexual for you?" she asked in amusement.

"Kittens grow up to become cats, and pussycats, my friend, purr," he purred the last word,

"You are a certified weirdo," she chuckled.

"Got any other suggestion?" he asked,

"Water," she said,

"No can do," he shook his head, "Water can be spread by a hose."

"Shut up," she let out a small laugh,

"Or, here's a better way to sexualize it, water makes you wet, as simple as that,"

"Valid point," she nodded, "I can't think of anything, you pick something,"

"Corn," he suggested and she busted into laughter,

"Oh, c'mon," she said noting the puzzlement on his face, "You found a way to sexualize kittens and you can't see why corn is sexual," she mimicked a thrust.

"Oh," he exclaimed, "I totally zoned out for a second… I'll never see corn the same again,"

"How about politics," she sat up, "You can't sexualize politics," she shrugged watching him turn thoughtful.

"Politics it is," he nodded. "So, whenever you get the urge to blur the lines of friendship say politics, and I'll do the same,"

"Cool," she shrugged then looked at her phone when it buzzed with a text. She checked it then chuckled tossing her phone on the coffee table. When it buzzed again she ignored it.

"Aren't you gonna check that?" he nodded at her phone.

"It's the guy from last night," she informed him,

"You gave him your number? Isn't it one of the one-night stand rules to not give your cell number?"

"I was gonna give a fake one but then he said he'd ring me when I give it to him so that I'd get his cell number," she explained,

"I can deal with Kurt for you if you want," he offered,

"No, I got this," she glanced at him briefly, "I just don't want to see what he sent. I'm like 80% sure he sent me a picture of his dick,"

"I'm curious to know why anyone would send a picture of their genitalia without the receiver's permission."

"Beats me," she shrugged, "But in Kurt's case, he's in for a booty call, and I don't do those, they're a recipe for disaster. And, it wasn't that good the first time around anyway… I'm sorry, I'm oversharing. Forget what I just told you,"

"Why do you think booty calls are a recipe for disaster?"

"Because I don't trust myself to not develop feelings for a douchebag like Kurt… Okay, you seriously didn't need to know that," she chuckled, "It's weird how I can just talk to you," she turned to look at him.

"That's because we're best friends now, Becs, and you can tell me anything you want," he smiled at her. "Politics or can I hug you?" he asked, he got his answer when she groaned. "You love my hugs," he scooted over and pulled her into his embrace.

"You should go check on your cake," she rested her chin on his shoulder, not hugging him back. He pulled away at her words and made his way to the kitchen.

Jesse pulled the cake from the oven and cut himself and Beca two pieces then made his way back to the living area.

"Here you go," he handed her a plate.

She placed her phone near her and took the plate from him, "Thank you," she thanked him

"Was a dick pic?" he asked as he took a seat.

"Yep," she nodded, she placed the plate on her lap and held her phone in her hand. "With the caption, I miss having—"

"Ahhh, stop," he cringed, "I have no interest in knowing what he told you,"

"What's the matter, you can't handle a sext, bestie?" she asked in amusement as she brought a forkful of cake to her mouth,

"Not when I'm not a part of the conversation,"

"Fair enough," she mumbled. She turned thoughtful as she swallowed, "How do you know Kurt's name?" she asked realizing Jesse called him by his name before she said it. "Do you know him?"

"I know of him," he answered, "Donald filled me in on him,"

"Wow," her tone was sarcastic.

"Well, I just know his name and his day job." He shrugged,

"When he told me that he's a firefighter I laughed to his face," she chuckled,

"It's like a whole new level of douchebaggery," Jesse said as he brought the fork to his mouth.

"I know right. And you'd think a douche like Kurt would leave me alone after getting in my pants," she looked at her phone when it buzzed.

"You're good in the sack, of course, he wouldn't wanna leave you alone. I mean the way you kiss alone is captivating," he stopped chewing as he turned thoughtful.

"Politics?" she arched an eyebrow. He nodded embarrassed.

"Try thinking of being surrounded by a dozen of cute little bunnies and puppies," she suggested.

He closed his eyes and tried to get the mental picture and it worked. "It worked," he opened his eyes and found her eyeing him. She nodded then looked at her phone and snorted. "What a dickwad," she shook her head in amusement before replying fast. She then tossed her phone on the coffee table and leaned against the couch.

"Your cake is awesome, by the way,"

"Thanks."

AN: I wanna thank you all for your kind words, they're really motivating. And for all of you that are wondering when will Jeca happen it'll happen. Patience people.

Song mentioned is Sunday Candy by The Social Experiment & Donnie Trumpet ft Jamila Woods.