Hola! Finally here with another update!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect or any of it's character, just my OC.
The next several days consisted of rehearsal for the looming World's competition, with everyone becoming more stressed out the closer it got. To be honest, I think the girls have never looked better, but Chloe is still going slightly insane with the pressure.
All the former Bellas were here, including Emily's mother, who after an awkward encounter, had warmed up to me.
"I can't believe you guys are finally together," CR states from across the table at breakfast. "We've been waiting for what feels like forever."
"I barely believe it either," Emily wraps her arms around my waist from where she's sat behind me.
"Yeah," my face flushes as the rest of the girls laugh at us.
"Plus now we can do this!" I'm turned around and she captures my lips in a chaste kiss.
"Hmm," a throat is cleared from behind us. "Now, I can see what my daughter's been doing, or more importantly, who she's been doing."
I can feel Emily freeze underneath me, her arms gripping my sides nervously. I knew she was going to be here, I just didn't think our first meeting in person would be like this, with her daughter's lips latched onto mine.
Kathrine Junk, in all her glory.
"Mrs. Junk! Hi!" I jump off her daughters lap and stumble, before turning to face her. I can hear Fat Amy's snickers behind me.
"Hello, Grace," the mother of my girlfriend—I can't believe I can say that—greets me."It's nice to finally meet you in person. I can see you and my daughter get along very well."
The younger Junk leaps up from her seat like she just got shocked and rushes up to save me from my awkwardness with her own equal amount of awkward. "Hey, Mom! How's it going! I'm so glad you're here!" she throws her arms around her in a tight hug.
"Oh, Emily," Mrs. Junk laughs, embracing her daughter. "Don't think we aren't going to talk about what I just saw," she shoots me a look over Emily's shoulder full of mirth. "How come you didn't tell me about this, Beca?"
The short brunette crossed her arms, childishly. "I didn't even know until two days ago. Apparently, everyone had a running bet and forgot to include me in it!"
"Aw, Becs, we knew you would overreact," Chloe threw her arm around the other girl. "So, we just kind of never mentioned it."
Beca harrumphs, while the rest of us laugh, some of the tension easing up.
After that incredibly embarrassing encounter, Emily's mother had taken me into a room and threatened me with unmentionable harm if I ever so much as harmed a hair on her daughter's head.
Let's just say, I'm going to be hiding from the woman for a while.
"Grace! Let's go, its time to leave!" Emily calls from outside the bathroom, her voice shaking with nerves.
Opening the door, I'm met with her equally nervous face. "Em, it's gonna be fine. You guys are going to kick ass, and I'm going to watch some Weiner Schnitzels cry," my joke causes her to crack a smile, my hand reaching forward to squeeze hers reassuringly,
"Now, let's hurry before Chloe bites our heads off!"
The World's arena is buzzing with activity when we arrive, people from all nationalities gathering in one place to compete. We sign ourselves in and enter the grassy area, where Flo decides to show us all how she could've been an Olympic gymnast.
"Be careful, Flo!" Chloe calls after the Guatemalan girl, who continues to flip her way towards the stage.
Emily grabs my hand nervously and I shoot her a smile to try and ease her nerves.
Beca comes up on my left and puts her hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently.
"Ready to watch the girls kick some ass?"
"Yes," my lips curl up into a smirk, one very similar to the one the brunette co-captain is currently wearing. "And if that ass happens to be german, then I'll take it as an added bonus."
"Language!" Chloe scolds, slapping Beca's—who's still laughing—shoulder and skipping forward after the rest of the girls. "Let's go! We have to get ready for war!"
The three of us left behind share exasperated looks before marching behind the eccentric redhead towards the backstage area. The girls go through some last minute prepping while I'm charged with making sure all the former Bellas are here.
Let me tell you, there are a lot of Bella Alumni.
After I confirm that everyone is here, some of the groups have already gone on and the girls' slot is getting very close. Speaking of, I can hear the announcers talking about DSM from here. Looks like the bane of my existence is waiting in the wings chanting their stupid name.
"Up next, Das Sound Machine!"
Like always, the group of extremely tall people come marching out onto the stage in soldier-like formation. Kommisar and Pieter are at the head of the group dressed in these ridiculous black fishnet outfits.
Gross.
Not going to lie, the performance is pretty good, but I have to get backstage, so I have no qualms leaving the audience. The only one I find when I get back there, is my girlfriend looking around frantically for something.
"What's wrong?" I wrap my arms around her waist as she continues to shuffle through some clothes.
"I can't find my bandana!" she doesn't even look back at me she's so frantic about a small piece of her costume.
"Um, Em,"
"Chloe's going to kill me!"
"Em!"
"What?"
"Are we talking about the bandana that's sticking out of your back pocket?" pointing at said bandana, I laugh when she grabs it out of her pocket and her eyes nearly pop out of her head.
She leans forward and catches my lips in a passionate but short kiss, thanking me.
"Grace," a voice calls from behind us, causing me to freeze, "Em."
Beca is standing at the steps to the stage with her hands on her hips. "We got to go Emily, we're about to go on," she turns to me and gives me a mischievous smile. "You can finish whatever that was later. You have to go get those out to the audience, Grace," she nods her head towards a large cardboard box.
"You got it, dude!" I throw her a thumbs up, picking up the heavy box. "Now, go out and crush it!"
"We should not let her hang out with Amy anymore," Beca says to Emily as I walk by them towards the front of the stage area.
Once I get out to the large audience, I start giving out the small handheld flashlights for the girls' performance. Some people give me weird looks but when I explain it to them they nod excitedly at being included in the action. I'm just about finished when they announce the girls.
"From the United States, please welcome the Barden Bellas!"
The stage is pitch black as the girls enter single file, stopping to stand in a horizontal line facing the crowd, who's deathly silent. Lights start flashing and the group begins the complicated clapping and snapping routine they've been rehearsing for months. Then, the beat drops and the girls start to dance and sing, owning the stage if I do say so myself.
Finally, the tempo slows down to the beginning of Emily's song Flashlight, which the girl literally flipped out about when Beca asked if she could add it to the performance setlist.
Gripping the flashlight in my hands tightly, I watch as Beca and Chloe literally and figuratively hand over the song and group to Emily, who really shines. The lights turn on, revealing the generations of Bella Alumni behind them. I lift my hand in the air, waving the light back a forth, the crowd following my lead, when her brown eyes meet mine.
If possible her smile gets even wider and she nods in my direction. Her and Beca get to share a moment while singing the last verse of the song and as Emily sings out the last words, my eyes start to tear up with pride.
The song ends and the girls throw themselves at each other, some crying and others laughing, the crowd erupting into crazy loud cheers as I push through it to get backstage once again.
Emily is walking down the steps just as I make it past the gate and we lock eyes before I run and jump into her open arms latching onto her lips in an enthusiastic kiss.
"That was amazing, Em!" I pull back to grin at her, which she returns.
"Uhhh," Amy appears behind Emily. "If I remember correctly, the Legacy wasn't the only one on that stage just now."
I stick my tongue out at the blonde girl, but unwrap my legs from around my girlfriends waist and throw my arms around Fat Amy. "You were all great!"
Someone latches onto me from behind as all the girls throw themselves into the group hug. The only one not participating is Beca, who isn't a fan of affection, standing off to the side with a smile on her face.
"C'mon cap!" Stacie reaches out and drags the shorter girl into the middle of the hug, Beca resisting half-heartedly the entire way.
Our embrace is broken up when the judges call everyone's attention to the stage, the last act having finished up moments ago, ready to announce the winner.
The moment of truth.
"…and the winners are…THE BARDEN BELLAS!"
Time just about stops as the group hug is initiated all over again before they start making their way to the stage, Emily tugging me along behind her. There's not a single Bella who isn't crying with joy.
They did it! They actually won the Worlds.
We pass DSM on the way to the stage and I have just enough time to yell out, "Suck it, you sauerkrauts!"
Bella and Chloe are handed a ginormous trophy that has to be as tall as me. I snap a picture of the girls surrounding it with my phone and then they pull me into the shot that some photographer is taking.
The next couple of minutes is filled with loud, excited chatter, when something in the corner of my eye catches my attention.
Beca and Chloe in a full out make out session.
"AMY!"
The Tasmanian meets my gaze and follows my shaking finger to the two girls. Her jaw literally drops and she quickly gets the rest of the girls' attention.
"BECHLOE IS REAL!"
Redhead and brunette break apart, faces tomato red, but then CR claps her hands and says, "It took you long enough."
They did it, the Bellas won the Worlds! This will probably be the second to last chapter, so I wanted to thank everyone for all the reviews and nice words about this fic.