Disclaimer: Me own anything? *scoffs*

Also I'm terrified that native German speakers will read this and judge me...I used Google Translate because my boyfriend is unavailable as my human dictionary! Also the translation for what Pieter says will be at the end.

Beca pulled out all of her clothes, tossing things aside in haste. She mostly had casual clothes, she didn't have to wear skirts often and didn't intend on changing that. She assumed she would buy what she needed as she went along here, now all that had changed in a matter of hours.

"Man, I think I packed too many jeans." she groaned, and pulled a simple dark purple dress out. "Actually, this one might work." she looked at it approvingly. It had a nice cinch at the waist, the upper half buttoned and the skirt flared into a loose ruffle. "It's not fancy, but it's more date casual, right? Why am I talking to myself.."

She shook her head and put the dress on a hanger, hooking it on her bathroom door. "Did I even bring like legitimate heels?" She tossed aside her combat boots, tennis shoes, and flats. She scoffed, "There's no way in hell I'm wearing flats around him." She finally found a pair of decently high ankle boots, "Well, well, well. I really do look after myself."

"Okay, big question…do I need to wear lace? No. No no. This is a first date, I'm not going to hook up on the first date. Especially if Stacie might hear about it. Nope nope! Good call, Beca! Thanks. You're welcome." She smacked herself in the forehead, obviously spending time with that intern Dax affected her brain.

Beca checked the clock, it was only 3:12. It was definitely enough time for her to shower and get ready. As she adjusted the temperature of her shower, she was startled by the room phone. She grabbed a bath robe and hurried to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Ah, gut. I had to pull some strings-"

"Pieter?!" Beca stared at the phone and put it back against her ear.

"JA. Anyway, I had to use up a favor, but I managed to get us reservations on such short notice. Do you have a preference of wine?" he sounded so nonchalant.

Obviously confused, she ignored his question, "Why did you call my hotel room?"

He audibly sighed on the other end, "Well I don't have your number, this is the next best thing."

"Dude I thought I was going to be murdered by that guy from Scream."

She heard him snort with laughter, "So do you have a preferred wine?"

"I don't know, um," she held her forehead, "Can we stick with white wine?"

"Of course."

"I don't remember the name. Riseling?"

"Riesling. Like the peanut butter cups, you know? Reeses. But it is more like Reez."

"That sounds kinda hot," she muttered.

He sounded amused, "What?"

"Yep, that's the wine. Okay gotta go now. Bye." She brusquely cut him off before hurrying back to her unattended shower. Barely within an hour, Beca was freshly showered, dressed and ready to go. After looking at the time, she figured she had time to do something with her hair. Plugging in her curling iron, she made loose curls on the ends of her hair.

She nearly burned herself when the phone rang again.

"Jesus!" she unplugged her iron and ran to the phone, breathless, "Hello?"

"Open the door, dammit."

"Huh?"

"I've been standing here like an idiot for ten minutes, the freaking maid has been giving me looks."

She rolled her eyes and hung up. Checking the little peephole, and saw Pieter's chest. Beca opened the door, and ushered him inside. She even spied on the maid who was still giving Pieter looks.

"You look very nice, little maus." he nodded approvingly, thankful his height made it okay for him to check her out without being obvious.

"Thanks," she looked him over. A navy blue button up shirt, she doubted her wore an undershirt. He wore dark jeans, and his shoes remained casual. "You look great."

"Ja?" he started to roll up his sleeves to elbow length, "Good to know."

"So where are we going?"

"Reinstoff."

"That sounds fancy," she grabbed her purse, "are you sure I'm not underdressed?"

He looked her over and scrunched his nose, "If anything, you are overdressed for my taste."

"Oh my god, well why don't you just unbutton all the buttons of your shirt? Since you enjoy that deep v so much." Beca placed her hands on her hips and stared at him sassily.

Pieter smirked and leaned in, "There's only one deep v I would like to enjoy."

She gaped at him, "Pieter!"

"Mmm," he laughed, "I love it when you say my name, little maus."

"Okay that's it, we are leaving now." she shook her head and pushed him out the door.

After their meal, they sat and sipped their wine. Beca had somehow suckered Pieter into talking German to her. She noted that he had a certain huskiness to his voice when he spoke German that wasn't totally there when he spoke English. She stared at him from behind her wine glass.

"Ich will dich so sehr im Augenblick," his eyes pierced hers, though less fierce without his guy liner.

Okay, yeah. I think I totally have the hots for him. I just have to play it cool.

His eyes followed someone behind her, "Dieser Kellner hält starrt dich an, er fängt an, mich verpissen."

She watched the movement of his lips as they rolled over R's and said vowels in a different tongue. Beca was entranced by how masculine he made what she assumed were common words.

He took a sip of his wine, and half smiled at his empty glass, "Dieser Wein schmekt viel süßer mit Ihnen hier."

Beca let out a nervous chuckle, "So what does all of that mean?"

Pieter shrugged, "I just mocked America, and talked about how the Bellas should have lost at World's."

She laughed, "Oh yeah? I think you're lying."

"Now, why would you think that?" he tilted his head and stared at her questioningly.

"Okay, just because you're speaking another language," she leaned in on her elbows, "doesn't exempt you from the use of body language."

He raised his brows and smiled, "And what do you think I said?"

"Um," she frowned, "I think some of it was supposed to be romantic? Yes or no?"

Pieter laughed and called the waiter for the check.

They walked back to the hotel, Beca held onto his right arm. He pointed out different shops, and tried to make everything sound super touristy. She laughed, "Do your best French impression."

He scrunched his nose, "Are you saying you would prefer a French man over a German one?"

"You sound biased," she smiled at him.

Rolling his eyes, "Eef anyone eez bi-assed eet eez you. Hon hon hon."

Beca stopped in her tracks, "Dude, that was terrible."

"Just like the French acapella group!" his eyes widened as if he were surprised.

She shook her head with a laugh as he held the door for her. She pressed the button for the elevator, and turned to him, "So let me in on some juicy acapella gossip,"

Pieter smirked, and they boarded the empty elevator, "Like what?"

Beca pressed the third button, and leaned against the wall, "Well, it sounds like you've had some experience with the French group. I haven't even heard of them,"

He scoffed, "Ja, because they aren't good enough to make it past preliminary rounds."

They walked down the hall to her room, "At least they don't use sock puppets."

She unlocked the door and turned to him, Do I kiss him? Uh, man I should have practiced this in my head. He continued to stare down at her and smiled, "What?"

Screw it. She stepped close to him and rubbed his chest with her hands, his eyes widened in surprise. Beca stood on the tips of her toes and grabbed his collar, pulling him down into a hot kiss. Pieter reflexively held her waist and pulled her closer. He pressed her against the wall and ravenously kissed her, he slowly worked down to her neck. Beca whimpered at his touch, but pulled away, holding his face.

She rested her forehead against his, "Tonight was fun, but uh, I'm going to go now," he smiled and nodded, "and this isn't about you, I just don't want you to think that I'm, I'm one of those girls," she started rambling, "I mean you already don't like Stacie."

He silenced her with a kiss, and gestured for her to go, "Guten nacht, little maus."

Beca smiled at him, "Good night, Pieter."

A/N: Phew! What you thought you were going to get the sexy sex already? *laughs evilly* Nope. You have to wait for more tension or something. Anyway I was super surprised with the amount of people flocking to this story. Since this is like one of the first Beca/Pieter stories can I have to honor of giving the couple name? Pieta or Beeter. You guys can pick which one.

Translations:
1) I want you so bad right now.
2) The waiter keeps staring at you, he is starting to piss me off.
3) The wine tastes much sweeter with you here.

Thank you all for the support.

OH MY GOSH GUYS! They made a character spot for Pieter on this site! Excuse my enthusiasm.