A/N: Thank you so much to TheAnnest who pointed out that law school in the US takes a long time to get into (unlike Aus, where I'm from – you basically jump from high school straight into a law degree), so hopefully I've cleared that up in this chapter that Beca's mum Vicki wants to get Beca on the trail to Harvard by keeping Beca in Boston.

I know I said I wouldn't update for a week, but I was just so excited that I got the reviews and follows that I did. So from now on it's going to be a week. I'll update at least every Thursday. Also, a big thank you to those who have reviewed and followed this fic. It's awesome!

Rating: T

Characters: Beca/Jesse, the rest of the Pitch Perfect cast (eventually), plus some other characters.

Warnings: Mature situations referenced.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or the songs used in this fic in any way. I'm just playing with them.


Hurricanes – Chapter 2 – Telling Dad


Dr. Mitchell sighed and passed his daughter's cell phone back to her. "I didn't expect this."

Beca, sitting opposite him, replied, "Neither did I. I mean, I thought she'd be happy by the fact that I've decided to stay in college."

"A decision I'm grateful for, by the way," he said warmly. It was rare Beca felt like he was proud of her so she gave him a smile. She looked down to her hands, clenched tightly in her lap. "I don't want to leave," she admitted. "I don't want to go back to Boston and study for, like, forever in the University and work my ass off for grades I won't get just so mum can have me happily in her alma mater. I don't want to waste more than four years studying for something I don't want."

"You shouldn't have to. You're an adult now. The agreement that your mom had control over what you did is over. Legally, she's got nothing, Beca," Dr. Mitchell pointed out. "Why don't you move out of Boston?"

Beca would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it before. But then, she didn't have any means to move out unless she was going to go to LA and push herself to the limit. The LA plans were on the back burner until she finished college. "Move out where?" she asked. "What do I do?"

"You could move in here," Dr. Mitchell offered tentatively. "We've got the two spare rooms. The only time you'd really have to spend with us is during the summer. You can be on campus all the time otherwise."

It was so simple, of course it didn't occur to Beca. Then again, her and her dad had only recently repaired their fractured relationship – especially since her dad finally revealed the truth about the divorce and why he had to leave Beca behind. Now, she had a chance. A chance to live with the father she never had, a chance to be free of her overly controlling mother. Ever so slightly hopeful, Beca murmured, "Just as long as Sheila doesn't cook while I'm around."

Dr. Mitchell laughed. "Is that your only condition?"

"So far…that is, if I decide. I'm just really considering it right now," Beca cautioned. She didn't want her dad to get his hopes up just in case.

Her father closed his eyes and nodded. He then stood, checking his watch. "I hate to cut this short, but-"

"Duty calls?" Beca guessed.

"Yeah. But call me when you want to sort things out. It's all up to you."

Beca felt an unexpected wash of love for her dad. He was finally letting her take the reins a bit. She reached forward and – hating how much of a little kid she felt – hugged him briefly. "Thanks for trying to be more understanding dad."

"You made me see how hard you're trying. I can respect that, and you," he replied softly, returning her embrace before leading her out of the house, where they parted ways. Dr. Mitchell headed off towards campus while Beca headed for the Barden Diner.

The little bell tinkled overhead when she slipped through the door. She smiled at the owners behind the counter before heading for the back booth. A familiar head of dark hair was already there, waiting patiently. Beca smirked as Jesse bobbed his head to whatever tune he was listening to on his phone, creeping forward quietly until she was right behind him. She then poked him hard in the shoulder.

"Ah!" Jesse yelped, whirling around in his seat, earbuds flying out of his ears. "Jeez Beca!"

"You keep falling for that," Beca observed wryly.

"You're mean for continuing to torture me."

"You could always leave."

"If only I could. I think you've cast a spell over me, Miss Mitchell," Jesse said, waggling his eyebrows.

Chuckling, Beca lightly shoved him and murmured, "Dork," affectionately. As she sat down, the waitress came over and placed their usual orders in front of them. Jesse's chocolate milkshake and Beca's mocha one. She latched onto it greedily, relishing in the cool, sugary sweetness. Her enthusiasm made Jesse grin. "Someone's thirsty."

"I didn't eat breakfast," she retorted.

"Ah, just like all rebels, sustained on the energy of those who oppose them," the movie nerd winked.

"Why are you always so cheery before noon?"

"Vitamins."

"And here I was thinking it was because of me," Beca teased.

"Well, that too," Jesse concurred, looking more boyish than ever with total adoration in his eyes.

"Easy lover boy, you're making the floor wet with your drool."

"That's the look, that's the look, the look of love," he sung, getting poked for his efforts. "Just call it the sea of love, baby," Jesse shot back, attempting to sound like Elvis. The accent was so bad it sent Beca off into laughter, dragging Jesse into her mirth.

Leaning back, Beca said, "That felt good."

Jesse loved seeing her laugh. It was the reason he was ridiculous most of the time, just to pull an amused look from Beca. "So, how'd it go?" There was no need to expand what he was asking, they both knew.

"Really good, actually. There's a few things I need to think about, but apart from that, it's great to know my dad's definitely in my corner," Beca replied, taking another huge sip from her milkshake.

"Not to mention me, the Bella's, and the Trebles too," added Jesse.

She rolled her eyes. "Of course."

They finished their drinks in comfortable silence before paying and leaving for the dorms. They chatted about the inconsequential things, like who had already left Barden early in the interim before the University 'officially' completed all courses before the summer, remembering everyone's drunken antics at the a capella seniors goodbyes, and just trading snark back and forth as they usually did. When they reached Jesse's room, Beca asked, "Okay, what movie am I falling asleep to today?"

Jesse huffed, "I promise you that you won't be sleeping with this one."

He went to his desk, grabbing the DVD and laptop, eagerly jumping on the bed and patting the space beside him.

Beca sighed, "I am going out with a man-child."

"You know it. I am the yin to your yang, the Clyde to your Bonnie, the Ben to your Jerry, and the cheese to your pizza. Now get over here," Jesse smirked.

Beca settled in next to him and muttered, "Okay weirdo, surprise me."

"It's called Die Hard. And I bet you that you're going to love it."


To Beca's surprise, she liked Die Hard. Not only was it action packed from the beginning, without a boring lead up, it kept her guessing until the end. She totally didn't expect that Karl guy to show up at the end. She thought he was dead.

"You didn't fall asleep," Jesse said smugly.

Beca shrugged, "It was good. That can go on the replay list."

The replay list was something that came up in the third week of movication. The replay list was made up of movies that Beca not only liked but lasted without being annoyed at Jesse's never-ending trivia.

Beca leaved back, noticing Jesse staring at her contemplatively. "What?"

He shifted, sliding an arm around her shoulders and murmuring, "I'm going to miss this."

Beca was touched, a little frisson of joy going through her at the admission from him. She was going to miss him too, but she wasn't going to confess it. She rolled her eyes and bumped against him amiably. "It's just the summer. There's things called 'technology' that we can use to communicate. It's not like this is forever," she said.

They both sobered, remembering what Vicki was trying to do. If she had her way, it would be forever.

Jesse carefully asked, "Can we talk about the huge Boston shaped elephant in the room?"

"Ask away. I'll answer what I like," Beca replied vaguely. She didn't like having to talk about these issues – opening up was hard.

Jesse took what he was given. "So what's her plan for you? Isn't getting into Harvard Law really hard?"

"It is," conceded Beca. "You have to get into the uni before the law. My mother is on the board at the university and would probably do what my dad did for me to get me in. But it takes years of study and really crazy high grades that I don't understand why she even wants me to attempt it. It's stupid."

"Beyond stupid. It's insane."

"She just wants to keep me under her thumb. She thinks producing music is lame," scowled Beca.

"Hey," Jesse said firmly, "She just can't see how talented you are. When you get to LA, you're going to rock the world."

The vote of confidence in her caused Beca to smile. "Yeah, I am," she said softly.

"There's my ear spike girl," he said, switching topics to lighten the mood they had dipped into. "Now, let's see if you like the next Die Hard just as much as this one."

"There's more?"

"Yep, another four."

Beca smirked. "Sweet."


She was playing her mixes for the drunken, excited crowd, lost in the sensation of the bass thudding through her body, the high of relief that the year of university was over. It was one last party for people all over campus before everyone moved out to their respective states and homes. Men and women looking to make one last drunken mistake were making out all over the frat house, beer flowed, and bodies danced, swaying from side to side.

Beca was above the general hubbub but surged with it, willing it to take all thoughts away from the uncertainty of tomorrow and the impending summer.

"Dingoes, wombats, eucalyptus stoners, oi!"

Beca chuckled as she heard Fat Amy's voice above the crowd, and looked over the left where the Australian was trying to crump, her curves jiggling everywhere. She waved when Amy spotted her.

The blonde giggled and waved back, drunkenly shouting, "Shawshank! Give me a Fat Amy beat so I can take these lucky fellas home!"

"Sure thing!" she called back.

Expertly, Beca mashed up Usher's 'Yeah' and Skrillex's 'Bangarang,' getting approving cries from the crowd. She searched for the few remaining Bella's, spotting Stacie immediately, practically sucking the lips off of Donald's head. Amy was still jiggling all over, thrusting her chest and butt out and waving her arms everywhere. Lily was sitting on a stool in front of the DJ station, and Beca could hear her beat boxing faintly. Cynthia Rose and Denise had disappeared up into the rooms of the house half an hour ago, so Beca didn't worry about them.

But where was…

Warmth enveloped her back as a warm voice whispered in her ear, "You look so sexy up here, you know that?"

Beca leaned back into her boyfriend's body, hot from the exertion of dancing. She took the cup of juice from him and chugged it. "No, I don't, but it's always nice to be told."

Jesse's hands settled on her hips, making them sway to the beat. He began to press kisses to the side of Beca's neck, causing her to squirm and protest, "Jesse! That tickles. Are you drunk?"

"Nope. Not at all. Not drunk. Nopeity, no. Well…maybe. A little," he slurred, nuzzling her skin and making her giggle. "But beer goggles or not, you're gorgeous. Wanna make out?"

Beca shook her head amusedly. "Sorry weirdo, I still have another half and hour to do before we can get out of here. And even then, I think you should be going straight to bed. Don't want your parents to pick you up hung-over, right?"

Jesse groaned and whined, "Why do you have to remind me?"

"Because I'm trying not to corrupt you," she replied with her trademark roll of her eyes. "I want to make a good impression when I meet them, and that includes you not having a hell of a hangover."

"Aw, Becs, who cares? They're gonna love you!" Jesse insisted with a silly drunk smile.

Beca just raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You owe me a mocha milkshake if they say something about your state in the morning."

"Deal. Now, kiss me."

"So demanding," Beca chided teasingly, before pressing her lips to his, savouring every second. She had to, because these were the memories she was going to take with her to Boston.


A/N: I hope that cleared things up for everyone as to the Harvard thing. Reviews are always wonderful and appreciated.