Beca slid the key into the front door, pushing it open quietly. The house was dark apart from the living room, where the soft light of the lamp shone. Slipping off her shoes and closing the front door, Beca advanced through the room to find Finding Nemo (Chloe's favourite movie) still playing on the television, all four girls passed out asleep.

"Typical", Beca said, shaking her head in amusement.

"I'm not asleep", Chloe mumbled, as Courtney snored softly on her chest. "I just don't want to move in case I wake them up".

"Please, they're like their mother, they can sleep through anything". Beca moved towards Chloe, lifting the sleeping three year old off her chest. "Thanks so much for tonight, Chloe. How were they?"

"Really good- we had a great time". Chloe grinned at her, pointing to the almost empty bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. "They had a snack and fell asleep watching Nemo with me".

(She didn't find it necessary to mention the ice cream they had had before the popcorn- Chloe had washed their bowls and destroyed all evidence.)

Beca cradled Courtney against her chest, as she carried her towards her bedroom, Chloe following cheerfully.

"How was your night?"

"I swear to God, you're worse than Fat Amy. How did she find out, anyway?"

"Stacie told her". Chloe shrugged, and Beca rolled her eyes.

"Don't you people have anything better to do than discuss my lack of a social life?"

"Not really, no". Chloe shrugged, as she tugged back Courtney's blankets for the tiny brunette. "Bec, what's with that smile? I haven't seen that since we were at college".

"Nothing".

"Beca?"

"What?" she lay Courtney down in her bed, pulling up her blankets and kissing her forehead gently.

"You met someone!" Chloe's eyes were bright, as she looked at her friend in excitement. "Aw, Bec! What's his name?"

"Chloe!" Beca hissed, as she hauled the redhead into the hallway. "That squeal will wake her up, so shut the hell up"

"You aren't even denying it!" Chloe squealed again. "Aw, Beca! See, I told you a night out would be good for you!"

"I didn't meet anyone", Beca protested, denying Chloe the knowledge of Jesse's number saved in her phone. "Will you just chill?"

"Just tell me his name, Bec".

"He bought me a drink, we sang-"

"You sang? I had to physically drag you onto the stage! And some guy comes along and talks you into singing? Must be something special", she teased, and Beca's face turned the same colour as Chloe's hair. Ignoring her friend, she moved back into the living room to pick up Natalie.

"I blame the alcohol".

"Please, you don't sing even when you're drunk". Chloe rolled her eyes. "I should know, I've hauled your drunken ass up the stairs-"

"God, you make me sound like an alcoholic or something". Beca shook her head, as Natalie draped her arms around her mother in her sleep. "Don't wake her up; if she's up she'll never go back down".

Chloe picked up Rosie, the seven year old siting limply in her godmother's arms. "I'll take Rosie to bed and then I want to hear everything".

"Chlo, it's late", Beca protested.

"I don't care".

Once both girls were tucked into their bed, still asleep, Chloe marched Beca onto the lounge, turning to her and crossing her legs in anticipation. "I just want to know his name, Beca Mitchell; you aren't going to bed without telling me".

Beca rolled her eyes at her persistence. "Jesse".

"Jesse what?"

"No, I'm not telling you". She frowned (because Beca knew that if Chloe knew his last name, she would do everything she could to stalk him to the death. Beca knew Chloe well, and she was not going to let that happen to the first guy she had liked since she was in college).

"But Bec-ca!"

Beca just grinned, reaching for the almost empty bowl of popcorn. "How was the movie, Chloe?"

Chloe didn't push it (because Beca's walls could go up like a roller door at any moment and even she knew when to stop). "It was good. Courtney loves it"

"Of course she does, its Aunt Chloe's favourite". Beca smiled. "I'm glad my girls have you, Chlo. They love you".

"So do you".

"Yeah, I do to". Beca grinned and Chloe rested her head on the tiny brunette's shoulder.

"You're not going to tell me anymore?"

"Nope".

"Worth a try".

Beca chuckled, but she couldn't help the worry that niggled at the back of her mind. She and Jesse had talked for a while after their duet, but she hadn't mentioned her three girls. Because she knew she'd have absolutely no chance.

Jesse shoved the front door open, and Benji stood up to greet him, moving away from the three sleeping boys that had never made it to their beds.

"Hey man, how was your night?" Benji greeted.

Jesse grinned. "Really good- thanks for looking after them, man. I owe you". Stepping into the living room, he sighed. "They fell asleep out here?"

Benji shrugged. "They fell asleep before I realised, we were watching a movie and eating popcorn".

(he chose to leave the mention of ice cream out, because he knew that Jesse would frown disapprovingly at him.)

"Ooh, which one?"

"Monsters Inc. again".

"Dean's favourite". Jesse grinned, as he lifted little Brody into his arms. Brody wrapped his arms around his neck and Jesse cradled the little boy gently, humming. "Shhh, don't wake up. Daddy's just going to tuck you into bed".

"What's that grin for?" Benji wanted to know. "Did you meet someone?"

"What?"

"Yeah, you haven't looked that happy since Katherine was around!" Benji grinned, as he hoisted Dean into his arms. "You met someone!"

"Benji-"

"What's her name?"

"Benji-"

"See, Donald and I were right", he said, as he followed Jesse down the hallway into the room that Dean and Brody shared. "You needed a night out, see? You had a night out and now you've met someone, and life is just amazing".

Jesse grinned, tucking Brody into bed and kissing his forehead. "Sleep tight buddy", he whispered, brushing his soft hair off his forehead. Straightening up, he grinned at Benji. "I bought her a drink and we sang- we went to the karaoke bar".

"You sang? It must be serious!" Benji's eyes twinkled and Jesse chuckled, heading back into the lounge room to grab Ben. "What did you sing?"

"'Summer Nights' from Grease". Jesse grinned, picking up Brody, as his eldest draped himself over him.

"Good Lord. Please tell me you have a date", Benji almost pleaded.

"I do not have a date, but we exchanged numbers". Jesse placed Ben in his bed, pulling up the covers and kissing his forehead. "Good night Ben. And I'm going to text her during the week".

"You like her". Benji grinned, and Jesse shrugged.

"She seems like a pretty cool girl. I didn't tell her about the boys, though".

Benji frowned slightly. "But Jesse-"

"I want to get to know her before I dump three boys on her", Jesse cut him off. "Thanks for looking after them tonight, Benji, I owe you one man".

"No worries- the boys were great and I am the coolest uncle ever".

"Don't let Donald hear you say that".

"Man, Donald knows it". Benji grinned, plucking up his backpack and heading towards the front door. "Let me know when you want to take her out on a date I'll look after them for you".

"Thanks, man". Jesse clapped Benji on the shoulder, grinning. "You're a good friend".

Farewelling his best friend, he locked the front door before sitting down on the lounge, flicking the television onto a movie channel. Grinning when he saw the Adam Sandler's classic The Wedding Singer, he settled back into the lounge.

He liked Beca, he really did. But he didn't know how much she would like the fact that he had three boys, no matter how cool she was.