Christmas day,

Beca was sipping from a glass of wine and staring at the fireplace. She was at the Allen residence. Whenever she couldn't fly to either of her parents for Christmas, which was frequent, she'd spend it with Amy and Bumper and occasionally Emily.

They had dinner, cleaned up the table, exchanged gifts. Luke was by her side on the couch, resting while his eyes were opened. It was a weird habit he had, but it didn't bother her at all. Amy and Bumper were in the kitchen along with Amy's parents who flew from Australia to spend Christmas with their daughter and their son in law.

They were gone for quite a while and despite feeling like she should join them to see what was keeping them there she didn't. She was staring at the fireplace and thinking about the recent developments in her life when Luke exhaled loudly and asked, "Where did everyone go?"

His voice cut her thoughts, "Um, they're in the kitchen." She informed him, her eyes still fixated on the fireplace.

He stifled a yawn as he nodded then noticed how she was intensely looking at the fireplace and leaned forward, tilting his head to look at her, "You look like you're plotting a revenge," he joked.

"That's because I am," she tilted her head to look at him, "For getting me this as Christmas present," she gestured at the ugly Christmas sweater she was wearing over her t-shirt.

"You got me these so I think we're even," he pulled his jeans up, revealing the socks he was wearing.

"I had these shipped from Seattle. You should be thanking me for going the extra mile,"

Her words made him chuckle. "Thank you," he thanked her.

"You're welcome," she said, bringing the glass to her mouth. In a matter of seconds, she was lost in her thoughts, yet again.

"Love?" Luke called.

"Mhmm?"

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just thinking," she shrugged.

"About what?" he asked and watched her take a deep breath. She thought for a moment before choosing what to share with him from what was going on in her mind.

"About whether or not I did the right thing when I called Jesse's ex-wife on her crap," Beca shook the glass in her hand. She had told him about the whole thing the same day it happened. She wanted to talk about it with anyone because she started to feel guilty and needed to hear from someone that she wasn't wrong. Luke was there to listen.

"Beca, she insulted you wrongfully in your apartment," he reminded her.

"Yeah but, like, I get why she did that. I'd lose my shit too if I were in her shoes."

"Hey, listen," he held her chin and tilted her head to face him, "She had no right to take her anger on you," he held her gaze then leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Let's go check on the others," Beca said placing the glass on the coffee table. "It's too quiet," she stood up.

Luke waited for her to get going before he followed her. Reaching the kitchen, they didn't find anyone.

"Where are they?" Luke wondered in puzzlement. Beca made her way to the door that led to the back yard and unlocked it, "Over here," she informed him, watching Amy and her family play beer pong over a ping pong table.

"You started a game without me?" she asked as she stepped in the backyard.

"I was planning on ambushing you in a minute," Bumper told her as he grabbed a ball. "Right after I win this game." He added confidently.

"Luke, how's your hand-eye coordination?" Beca asked.

"Alright," he rolled up his sleeves.

"I'm playing with the winners," Beca made her way to Amy's parents' side. Luke walked to Bumper and Amy's side.

"Prepare to lose," she nodded at Bumper before meeting Luke's gaze when she felt him watching her.

The game ended with Beca and Amy's parents' winning.

She and Luke left shortly after it.

"Thank you for inviting me to go with you," Luke said when they reached her apartment complex.

"Thank you for going with me," she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"I had fun," he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Me too," she looked up. He was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to invite him up. "Night," she leaned over and pressed her lips against his in a soft kiss then opened the door.

"Good night," he watched her step out of the car. Luke eyed her until she was out of sight before he drove away.

Beca wasn't surprised when she didn't find Jesse at the apartment. He told her his plans for Christmas. He was spending it at his parents. She figured he'd be spending the night there.

She tossed her bag on the kitchen counter and made her way to the fridge, pulling a diet coke from it then walked to the living area and turned the TV on, deciding to watch something on Netflix to distract herself from the thoughts in her head.

Placing the coke on the coffee table, she took off the sweater that Luke gave and kicked off her boots before reaching for the remote. Glancing up at the screen, she saw the recently watched movie: The Breakfast Club.

She chuckled humorlessly at the memory that movie brought her, deciding that she needed alcohol instead of coke. After getting a bottle of wine, she jumped on the couch and played The Breakfast Club.

The movie didn't distract her as she hoped it would. She hated the fact that she couldn't stop thinking about how she thought about Jesse while she was having sex with Luke. It was the reason she didn't ask Luke up. She didn't want to risk thinking about Jesse again. She couldn't accept the fact she was basically fantasizing about a man while being with another man. And not any men, her friend and roommate who she happened to find insanely attractive and already been with and the hot English doctor. She spent the entire night thinking about it the night it happened, and whenever she wasn't actively doing something she'd end up thinking about it.

Shaking the empty bottle, she grinned at the buzz she was feeling. After getting herself another bottle and drinking half of it, she laughed, feeling funny and light headed and no longer consumed by her thoughts.

Beca reached for the remote and randomly picked a movie which happened to be Die Hard once The Breakfast Club was over.

About 25 minutes in, the front door got unlocked. Beca looked up, knowing that it could only be Jesse.

"Hey, you." she greeted slowly, taking her eyes off the movie for a brief moment. "How are you?"

Jesse smiled at her tone, her speech was a slur. He hadn't seen her drunk in a while.

"I'm good. You?" He asked as he made his way to his daughter's room to put her in bed.

"I'm awesome!" she replied.

She looked up when he sat next to her. "I thought you'd spend the night at your parents'," she said.

"I was gonna," he leaned against the couch, "then Sandra started to get on my nerves so I decided to call it a night to avoid fighting with her."

"How?"

"She was so passive aggressive," he watched her get up.

"Why was she even there?" Beca asked as she made her way to her room.

"I invited her. It's Christmas," he shrugged, "I've always spent Christmas with her,"

"That's nice," she hiccupped making her way back.

"What's that?" he pointed at the shopping bag she had in her hand.

"A bag," she answered.

"What's in it?" he rolled his eyes.

"Your Christmas gift," she jumped on the couch. "I didn't get the time to wrap it up," she handed him the bag.

"Star Wars original trilogy unaltered Blu-Ray!" he exclaimed.

"Don't pee yourself, they're everywhere on the internet," she deadpanned. "You mentioned that you were planning on buying them," She watched Jesse placed her gift on the coffee table and pulled her into a hug.

"Thanks, Becs," he placed a kiss on her temple. "I got you something, too," he informed her pulling away.

"What is it?" she watched him pace to his room.

"Here you go," he handed her her present, which was neatly wrapped.

She hummed unwrapping it.

"I made it for you," he said hesitantly watching her flip the cd case in her hand. "It's basically a friendship playlist,"

"Loving the artsy drawing," she said sarcastically.

"Don't make fun of my drawing," he nudged her.

"Thanks," she smiled at him then looked down at the cd case, reading the tracks on it. She had to blink a couple of times before she could read. "Sweet," she placed the cd on the coffee table then turned to him.

He couldn't move when she placed her hand on his cheek, gently stroking it and couldn't breathe when she leaned in and kissed him.

"Beca, we shouldn't," he mumbled against her lips, kissing her back. He was the sober one, he knew he had to pull away but he didn't want her to stop kissing him. She pushed him against the couch, never breaking their kiss not until she needed to breathe.

Panting, Jesse brushed a stray lock of her hair behind her ear then sat up. "You're with Luke," he removed her hands from around his neck.

"I'm not his," she watched him as he shifted his attention to the long forgotten movie. "You know I would never cheat, he's just a guy that I hang out with," she shrugged.

"Does he know that?" he asked her.

"Jesse," she hiccupped.

He ignored her and focused on the movie.

"Are you serious?" she asked in disbelief.

"Unfortunately, yes," he sighed.

"Fine," she shrugged, leaning against the couch. "Can I know why? And, don't say Luke because you don't even like him, and we're not exclusive I can screw whoever I want." She slurred, eyeing him.

"And you want me?"

"Duh," she rolled her eyes.

"Why?"

"Hey, I asked that first," she hiccupped.

"To answer your question: I don't want to use you because you're not thinking right. Your turn."

"Because I want to have sex with you," she replied.

Jesse chuckled humorlessly, running a hand over his face, "I don't want that," he shrugged.

"What, now you suddenly don't find me attractive anymore?"

"No, I want you." He turned to look at her, "I just don't want to just have sex with you,"

"You lost me there," she said in puzzlement.

He sighed getting on his feet.

"You going to bed?" she asked.

"No, I'm gonna find you something to eat and make you coffee. If you still want to have sex when you're sober then I'm all yours," he said, knowing that she'll change her mind once she was sober.

"Fine," she extended her hand for him to help her up.

After making her eat and drink enough coffee and water, Jesse convinced her to go have a cold shower. He stayed in the living area and continued to watch Die Hard in the meantime.

Hearing her footsteps, he tilted his head and saw her make her way to him, dressed in the clothes he placed for her. "How are you feeling?" he asked her.

"I feel weird," she answered, her speech no longer a slur. She sat next to him. The alcohol buzz was there but she was conscious of what was happening.

"Thanks," she eyed him. He nodded and didn't look her way. She didn't need to elaborate for what she was thanking him, he knew it was for rejecting her and helping her sober up.

As they watched what was left of the movie in silence, Jesse wasn't surprised when she fell asleep. She was leaning against his arm so he threw an arm over her shoulder, placing a small kiss on her forehead when she snuggled up to him.

He finished the movie and felt a little selfish when he put on the sequel because he didn't want to take her to bed yet, he liked having her in his arms. He played Die Hard 2 and when it was over he took her to her bed, feeling his heart swell when she called his name in her sleep and reached for him. He placed a kiss on her cheek then made his way out of her room.

The next morning they acted like nothing had happened.

5 days later,

Chloe accepted the job offer to teach kids how to sing in a program for underprivileged kids and was moving to L.A. And according to the last text she sent to Beca she was a couple of hours away.

Beca was at work when she got the text from her best friend. Chloe was headed for her new apartment and Beca going to join her after hours and help them unpack. Amy and Bumper were going to be there as well.

Beca arrived at Chloe's apartment in a record time after getting Pizza for them to eat.

"Beca," Chloe said when she opened the door for her.

"Chloe," Beca grinned at her best friend. "I got these on my way here," she said handing her the boxes. "Thanks," she took them from her, "Hey Amy, good seeing you too," Beca waved at her when she snatched the boxes from Chloe's hands and walked away without acknowledging Beca.

"Tom just got out to get us tacos from the taco bell a couple blocks away," she informed her friend.

"I know, he let me in," Beca stuffed her hands in her back pockets.

"I missed you," Chloe said pulling Beca in a hug. "You too," Beca hugged her back.

"So, Amy filled me in on your hot boyfriend," Chloe said pulling away. "According to her, he's hotter than what you led me to believe,"

"He's not my boyfriend," Beca corrected, walking inside the apartment. She pulled her hair in a ponytail and started to help them unpack.

"What is he then?" Chloe asked.

"Do I need to label my relationship with Luke?" she said defensively as she looked Chloe's way.

"Why so defensive?" Chloe asked in amusement. "Oh, you're bringing him to our housewarming party, right?"

"If he's not working, I'll ask him if he wants to come."

"Ask your roommate too," Chloe said casually. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked in puzzlement at the weird look Beca gave her.

"Nothing," Beca looked away.

"I don't know a lot of people in LA, I'd like to make new acquaintances," Chloe shrugged.

"You wouldn't mind if I brought some of my friends?" Bumper asked through a mouth full of pizza.

"No," Chloe shrugged.

"When are you throwing your housewarming party, again?" Fat Amy asked.

"New year eve," Chloe reminded her.

"Better not be boring, red," Bumper said after swallowing.

"It won't," Chloe smiled confidently then frowned glancing at Beca who was working in silence. "Hey, Bec wanna help me unpack clothes?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure," Beca shrugged. She followed Chloe to her bedroom then started to unpack, in silence.

"Are you okay?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah," Beca nodded, "Never been better,"

"You don't think I've noticed how you're here but not actually here?" Chloe questioned and watched Beca blow a breath then rest her hands on a moving box.

"Like, a week ago I slept with Luke," she uneasily started to say.

"Is he bad at it? Oh, I know them guys that are too pretty, they are usually bad at it,"

"No. He's alright. He's not the problem," she rubbed the back of her neck and looked away from Chloe's gaze, "I kind of thought about Jesse when I was having sex with Luke," she said as fast as she could.

"You what?" Chloe said in puzzlement.

"I thought about Jesse when I was with Luke," She scratched her temple, still avoiding eye contact.

"Oh," was all that came out of Chloe's mouth.

"There's more," Beca looked at Chloe, "I got drunk and threw myself at Jesse on Christmas," she forced her eyes shut.

"Whoa," Bumper exclaimed overhearing Beca as he stepped into the room. Beca looked over her shoulder to see him at the door holding a box. He chuckled placing the box down. "You got issues," he pointed at Beca before moonwalking his way out.

"Bumper's right you know," Chloe agree with him meeting Beca's gaze when she looked back at her. "Did you and Jesse…?"

"No. He rejected me and help me sober up," Beca went back to unpacking.

"That's good,"

"He'd never take advantage of me," she assured Chloe. "He's a good guy," she sighed.

"Did you guys talk about it?"

"We didn't." Beca shook her head.

"You should really talk about it,"

"Chloe, there's nothing to talk about. I can't help it, and neither can he for that matter. It's purely physical," she shrugged.

"You think it's also physical that you were fantasizing about him?" Chloe asked knowingly. Beca didn't reply.

"You should clear things up with him, Bec," Chloe gave her best friend a sympathetic smile.

AN: I'm sorry I couldn't update sooner. I'm kinda busy these days. You guys weren't that far with your guesses.

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