Hey everyone! Thank you for being so patient with me these past couple of weeks. I promise I'll try and get these last couple of chapters up as quickly as I can!

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Pitch Perfect or any of it's characters. I only own Grace and any other OCs.

Please enjoy!

The flight to Copenhagen was the first step in the plan. I was supposed to claim that CR was gonna tell some super huge story about her ex girlfriend and her gambling problem so that I could switch seats with Chloe and she would have to sit next to Beca.

We still aren't sure why 'Jeca' as Fat Amy had dubbed them, had broken up, but it's probably the fact that Beca is obliviously in love with her ginger co-captain, and vice versa.

Everyone else had been strategically placed around them to ensure the first step went smoothly. It was a long flight, so a lot could happen.

It didn't

The only thing remotely interesting was when Chloe fell asleep on Beca's shoulder. I don't see the big deal, but the others seemed to be freaking out about it in the group chat.

Blonde Bombshell: Step 1 has been a success the Ginger and the Big BM are sleeping together.

The Hunter: Jesus Amy, you make it sound like they're joining the mile high club.

Blonde Bombshell: I will only answer to Blonde Bombshell, or BB for short.

Hunter: Fine, Blonde Bombshell what is the second part of the plan?

BB: Them rooming together

Aca-Child 2: But I was supposed to room with Beca!

Dark Chocolate: Suck it up, kid.

Hunter: That leaves me and BB, Jessica and Ashley, Flo, CR, and Lilly, and Legacy and Grace.

I gulp, looking across the isle to see the leggy freshman throwing me a thumbs up. She still hasn't said anything about the kiss, and neither have I, because I'm scared she remembers and doesn't like me that way.

Asian Jesus: i can fit three dead bodies inside my suitcase

Oh god, here we go.

Look out Copenhagen, the Bellas are coming and you'll never be the same after.

After the plane landed and we all got our luggage, the group of us got settled in at the hotel and got the go-ahead from the captains, we each split up to explore. Beca and Chloe had decided to go to the local museum, so Emily and I volunteered to take the first 'Bloe' shift, as Amy had gracefully dubbed it.

"I can't believe I'm actually at the Worlds right now!" Emily bounces next to me as we casually trail the two older girls.

"I can," I walk faster to keep up with her. "You guys have been practicing your asses off. If you don't beat those Germaturds, I'll demand a recount!"

The tall soon-to-be sophomore laughs and all of a sudden her arm juts out, stopping me in my tracks. Her eyes are wide as she watches something ahead of us.

"OH EM-ACA-GEE!" she squeals, jumping up and down, almost dislocating my shoulder with the force.

"What?" I look around quickly. "Is the Pope here?"

Holy shit, I'll get to meet the Pope!

"No!" she physically turns my head a little to the left, exclaiming, "Look!"

Slightly disappointed, my eyes fall on a familiar brunette and an equally familiar redhead.

"Are they?"

"THEY"RE HOLDING HANDS!" I'm pretty sure that my eardrums are busted. "Oh god, oh god," she continues to talk, about to start hyperventilating. "What do we do?"

"First of all, take a breath," I nudge her with my shoulder and pull out my phone, taking a quick picture to share with the group.

Ace-Child 2: Not only are they holding hands, it's not the Ginger dragging around DJ B, it's DJ B dragging around the Ginger!

-photo

Wonder Twins 1+2: Ahhhhhhh! We'll be there in fifteen to switch with you guys!

Blonde Bombshell: All in a days work thanks to the Blonde Bombshell.

The Hunter: Amy you're seriously sitting next to me doing absolutely nothing.

BB: I don't know who this Amy is, but she sounds drop dead gorgeous.

Hunter: Ugh

"So," I look up from my phone to give Em my full attention. "What do you want to do now that we're off-duty?"

"Not sure," shrugging, I hold the door open for her as we make our getaway. "I thought we were gonna be here all day so I didn't plan anything."

"Well," she looks a little nervous, "I found this place that doesn't serve only fish after about three hours of searching online. I was thinking that we could go there for dinner, just you and me."

What?

All of the sudden, my mouth feels as dry as the Sahara Desert dipped into the fiery pits of hell.

It takes what seems like forever for my lips to form a proper reply.

"O-Ok."

"Awesome! It's a date!" clapping her hands together, she takes off in front of me into a skip.

A date.

I have to be dreaming, or maybe I heard her wrong.

Nope, I definitely felt that. By now, the older girl is almost a block ahead of me, so I break into a sprint to catch up with her.

"Stacie! Amy! I need your help!"

The sounds of my rapid knocks echo around the empty hotel hallway while I stand impatiently outside of the two girls' room.

Shifting quickly, I knock the louder and more erratically, my nerves increasing with every second.

"Seriously, guys! This is a 9-1-1 situation!" I lean forward, and instead of resting my forehead against the grey door, I face plant on the carpet just inside the room.

Looking up, I'm met with the devilish smirk of Stacie, and Fat Amy, who is doubled over clutching her stomach in hysterics. I groan and turn so that I'm resting in a more comfortable position on my back.

"What's the emergency, kid?" Stacie shuts the door and crosses her arms, asking, "Did someone get hit by a car or something?"

"Worse," I sigh. "Emily asked me out to dinner tonight and I'm freaking out!"

"Okay," she drawls, looking confused. "So what's the issue? It's just dinner."

"She said, and I quote 'it's a date'! As in, two people who like each other going out on a romantic excursion!" I wave my hands in the air spastically.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Amy raises her hands in a 'hold on' gesture. "You have a thing for the Legacy?"

"Amy," Stacie shoots the blonde an incredulous look. "Cynthia Rose has a running bet on when and who would ask the other out! You have fifty dollars on Grace."

"So you're saying that I'm out fifty bucks?"

"Oh my god!" I drag my hands down my face with a groan.

"All bets aside," Stacie interrupts, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "What's the big deal? Obviously, she likes you if she asked you out."

"What if she didn't mean a date, date, but she just meant hanging out? Like, two friends would do?" I roll over onto my knees to look up at the brunette.

"Squirt, calm down. Legacy almost has a larger toner for you, than Beca has for Chloe. It's so cute I could throw up," the blonde Australian sticks her finger in her mouth and mimes gagging.

"Not that this isn't a thrilling conversation, but I came here for your help, not a running dialogue on toners."

That seemed to peak Stacie's interest. "You want us to get you ready?"

"Well, I was gonna ask Beca," I admit, and Amy chokes back laughter. "But, besides the fact that I didn't want to interrupt her and Chloe, she would've probably would've tried to third-wheel like the overprotective dad she is. Not to mention, she would most likely dress me in all black and chalk on the eyeliner."

"Wow," Amy sighs. "If I wasn't so impressed with your spot on impression of Beca, I would be teasing you for your use of the word dad."

"Anyway, let's hurry up and get you all hot for the Legacy," Stacie grins, shooting me a wink. "I'm thinking something that can easily be ripped off."

"Stacie!"

And there's chapter 16! Only a few left in this story before we come to the end. I'll probably post a couple bonus chapters and try to take any prompt you guys come up with. I've been recently re-watching Teen Wolf, so I'm probably going to make my own OC to insert into that show. Let me know what you think!