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Beca rolled on her bed and was startled awake by a quiet snore. She shot up and observed her surroundings, she was still in her clothes from the night before, but somehow bundled in bed? She shucked her covers off and softly padded over to the living area, she covered her mouth to stop a yelp. Pieter was passed out on her couch, he was squeezing her spare head pillow and soundly snoring.
I guess he tucked me in last night, did I pass out?
Pieter tossed and groaned, he wiped his face and looked around. His eyes settled on Beca and he blinked blearily. He slowly sat up and stretched, Beca pulled her hair up into a loose bun, and snorted at him, "I take it you are not a morning person?"
He nodded, his voice was much more throaty, "The more you know. Scheiße. What time is it, little maus?"
Beca turned to the wall clock, "Um, almost twelve."
Pieter shot up like a bullet train, "Scheiße, scheiße, scheiße!" He reached for his keys and wallet, quickly shoving them in his pockets. Beca watched as he grabbed all the trash and tossed them into the waste basket.
"Dude, slow down. What are you late for?"
He stooped down to tie his shoes and he looked up at her, "I am supposed to meet someone in the square. I promised I would spend the day with her today. She is going to be pissed!"
Beca made a face, "Um, 'she'? Who?"
Pieter gave her a quick peck on the forehead and squeezed her tight, "My oma. Not a date, she just wanted to spend the day with her grandson." He ran out the door, and Beca stood there.
"His grandma? …he's a dork." she smiled and got prepped for the day.
Beca sprawled out on the plush carpet in Kommissar and Stacie's apartment. After she told them about her second date, the couple continued to harass her about last night, and she kept laughing at their exaggerations. Kommissar tried to pull embarrassing stories from Pieter's past.
"Would you like him with shoulder length hair?"
Beca scrunched her nose, "Not really, I guess if it was tidy."
"How about like Fabio?" the German laughed hysterically, "What an awful time, Salvador told him sometimes people grow out of things but in his case he needed to cut it out."
Stacie whispered in Kommissar's ear, and they looked at Beca, "Well, little maus. I never pegged you for the criminal type."
Beca propped herself up on her elbows, "Oh my God, did you just bring up that trophy thing?"
Stacie laughed at her, "Oh come on that was hilarious. Your roommate was vicious." Beca glared at her, and mimicked her former roommate, "Oh, they've been here for hours Beca, it's a real inconvenience."
Suddenly there was a loud vibration followed by My Songs Know What You Did, Kommissar snatched her phone and answered, "Pieter? Oh, of course. Ja. Stop worrying, you're being silly. The stupid American will not be there. Shush, go see Salvador later. Uh huh, buh bye."
The two Americans stared at her, "Who are you calling stupid?"
"The announcers." she stood and gestured to the door, "Come now, little maus. He called to say you need to practice working in the studio."
Beca settled into the large swivel chair, and adjusted the height to her preference. Kommissar sat beside her and scoffed, "Oh boy, Pieter will be angry."
"What?" Beca looked over concerned, "Why?"
The German nodded to the chair, "That's his seat, he is very finicky about it. He has even picked me up and dropped me on the floor for it."
"Heh, good one…" she awkwardly nodded and pulled out her equipment. "Is there anything you'd like me to sample?"
Kommissar leaned back, "Hmm, how about some party mixes? Just club music, so I can observe."
Beca pulled on her headphones and got to work. Within the hour she had a long combination of Tonight I'm loving you and Shake it with Sugar. Kommissar listened to it and scrunched her nose, "No. How about some eighties?" Beca released her breath and returned to her computer. Kommissar listened to the new track and thoroughly enjoyed it. "So you really like the eighties?"
"No, but Pieter loves it. He used to sing Never Gonna Give You Up all the time in the shower."
The American covered her face with her hands, "Are you guys like hell-bent on us hooking up?"
"Hooking up?" she cocked her head, "No. You see, Pieter is the bestest friend I have ever had. He has put up with me more than anyone should have to. He is very attracted to you," she jabbed Beca's side, and she yelped, "even if you try to deny it, you are attracted to him as well."
Beca packed her things up, "So…the moral of this story is?"
"I want to see him happy, he has been a grumpy Bärchen since I've been with Stacie and I think he's been feeling pretty lonely." she had a sad look in her eye, "You know, he thought you were very beautiful when we first met. He said you looked sophisticated, like not slutty but also mature."
"Well," Beca chuckled, "I'm glad he didn't think I was slutty." she was quickly pulled by the shoulders, Kommissar stared intensely at her.
"He's really just a big Kuschelbär, I want you to seriously give him a chance."
Beca freed her shoulders, "That's what I've been doing, we um, last night we hung out…and he ended up passed out on my couch."
The blonde squinted at her, "Don't tell me you are using Pieter for sex, little maus."
"I don't…no. I'm not." Beca was flustered and frustrated, "I really like him, but I'm super awkward when it comes to expressing emotion with people. It took me forever and a day for me to warm up to Jesse, and and and…" she let out a breath, "I just, I've been in Germany less than a week, and I feel like I actually click with Pieter. I'm used to his presence and I enjoy his company, I'm I'm I'm willing to try new things for him. I…I want to impress him, I don't want to screw this one up, and so I said 'no sex' on the first date. I guess last night was our second date, and we almost did it. Man, like a few more minutes and…anyway, he stopped before anything really escalated and he's really nice, and I think he's a closeted dork, but he's super awesome and I'm rambling!"
Kommissar blinked at Beca and beamed at her, "I think everything is going to be just fine. Come on, we have to get ready for the show."
Pieter walked out of his steamy bathroom toweling his body, he walked to his bureau and stared at his container of putty. He hesitated and picked up his phone to text Kommissar.
Psst. Are you still with Beca?
He waited for what felt like an eternity before she answered: Ja. We are getting ready, you should just meet us there if you're done.
He scrunched his brows, Oh. I was going to ask if- He started to delete his text and restarted, Oh. Okay I guess. Pieter huffed and began getting dressed. He had his black slacks and shoes on by the time she answered.
What's wrong? He was about to answer but she added to it: We aren't wearing eye liner.
He let out a chuckle, I kind of was wondering if she wanted to do my hair… As soon as his text was sent he regretted it, that was super embarrassing, and she would probably tease him about it for the next month.
Oh Pieter, things must be getting real serious. ;)
He blushed and typed furiously, Nevermind. Forget it. He pulled on his black shirt, and grabbed his belt.
I already told her, she is coming up after she is done.
He ignored her text and fumbled with his buttons in embarrassment, suddenly there was a quiet "Hello?" His eyes widened and he hurried to his living room, he finally got to lay his eyes on her. Beca had her hair pulled back into a neat updo, and her dress…he loved it. It was just above the knees, and not tight enough to immobilize dancing. Her sleeves were slightly baggy, but secured halfway down her forearm, he approved of the diamond cut look along the upper arm. His eyes trailed down to her creamy looking legs and to her black, strappy heels.
"Hello?" she called out and turned towards him. She let out an awkward laugh, "Oh, hi. You wanted to see me?"
Pieter blinked at her, before rushing to pull her close to him. "Du siehst absolut spektakulär. Ich will dich, kleine maus. Wir werden später ficken, okay?" Beca placed her hands on his bare chest and looked up at him, she felt so giddy. He was acting exactly how she hoped he would. She started buttoning the rest of his shirt, and he frowned.
"Why do you always do that?"
She made a face, "Do what?"
"You avoid my muscles." he stared at her, and she felt bad with the way he was frowning at her.
"I…I don't know. Does that offend you?"
He stepped back, "A little, ja. It's like you want nothing to do with them, like they are forbidden and must be locked away."
She laughed, "I want everything to do with them, trust me." she pulled him back by the belt, "I'm just a little intimidated, you're super hot and I'm sucking in my gut right now." He squeezed her against him, "You don't feel fat."
"You got me, I'm not," she gave him a mock smile, "I just didn't want you to know my secret."
"What?"
"I turn into the Hulk if I feel possessive. So…you get your muscles locked up and I don't end up in jail with regrets." she laughed at his serious expression, "I'm kidding. Come on, what did you really need?"
He walked her into his bedroom and pointed to the bureau. She grabbed the putty container and read the instructions. Pieter grabbed his white vest and matching tie, he deftly buttoned it and wrapped the tie around his neck, letting it hang loosely. Beca gestured him to sit and opened the container, scooping a decent amount out on her fingers. He sat stiff on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping his knees and his back straight. She stood between his legs and smeared the putty into his slightly damp hair.
He let out a sigh, "You know, this feels a little different than when you usually 'play' with my hair."
She rolled her eyes, and started to tug his hair up, "Do you wake up in the morning just thinking of sex?"
Pieter looked at her, and gave her a wink, "Only with you."
Beca laughed, "I guess that makes it okay? I think I'm done." he pulled her against him and she gave him a peck on the forehead, "Have I earned my freedom?"
He let her go, and stood, "Danke." before he could work on his tie, she grabbed both ends and pulled him into a kiss. He smiled at her as she started to wrap the tie into a knot. He held her hips, "I hope you like our surprise."
"Uh, what?" she quirked a brow, and he kissed her again. He snatched his black over coat and shrugged it on. "Come on, before we are late." He started to run out the door, and she threw her hands in exasperation, "I can't run in these heels! Pieter!"
The German hurried back and picked her up vertically, holding her legs and lower back. "Sorry. Sorry." Kommissar stood impatiently by her door. She wore a knee length, black gown with a sequined collar. Her heels remained thick and she looked ready to salsa and win in a bar fight. Pieter let her down when they reached the elevator, they boarded with Kommissar who handed Beca her purse with a smirk.
"Why isn't Stacie coming?"
"She is not a member of DSM. This is an exclusive acapella event, members only."
Pieter leaned against the railing, "Consider this a VIP guest pass."
They filed into their waiting limousine, and Kommissar turned to the pair. "Okay Pieter, I hate to break this to you but…"
Pieter groaned, "Oh come on! Really?"
Beca looked at both of them, "Uh, what's going on?"
"He's upset that his not-so-secret admirer managed to weasel her way into this event." The blonde pouted, "Isn't that right Pieter?"
"Who's this admirer?" Beca looked at the obviously disappointed Pieter.
Kommissar cleared her throat, "Well, she used to just stick with American collegiate acapella competitions. She has an exceptionally sexist partner, and they present the Americans as laughing stocks."
"Oh my God, you mean Gail?" Beca laughed, "Why?"
The blonde woman, sat on the edge of her seat, "Oh it's hilarious."
Pieter rolled his head to look at her with a squint, "Do we have to talk about it? It was super uncomfortable."
Beca leaned in, "Tell me."
"So, this was a long time ago. We had only been in DSM for two years and it was our first time at World's. Back then, the Treblemakers were a big hit. Even though they didn't qualify to participate in World's, they were allowed the privilege of performing the opening act."
"That's pretty cool."
Kommissar smiled, "Ja. So, because an American team was invited to perform, of course the American announcers had to come. DSM won, obviously, and so everyone went to celebrate."
"Do you mean like, all the teams?"
She nodded, "Ja. I told Pieter to get me a beer, and being the nice man he is, he did. He waited at the bar for his drinks and-" Kommissar started to laugh, and Pieter scowled. "Laugh it up, sexual harassment is hilarious."
"What happened?!"
"That Gail woman came up and squeezed Pieter's bottom, as he was reaching for his drinks. He turned around wide eyed and what did she say?"
He sighed, "'Mmm. Could I get a tall drink of you?' I cussed her out in German and walked away. Now she tries to corner me every time she comes to a DSM performance. Like, ew. Go away, I'm not about that cougar life."
Beca patted his arm, "There. There. The scary American lady will leave you alone, I promise."
Kommissar handed Beca a small remote, "Just in case they harass you and don't leave, press the button and security will take them back to their seats."
A/N: And they're off! I promise to have sex in the next chapter. I also feel kind of bad, since the majority of this fandom wants girl/girl. This is a hetero story, Kommissar isn't going to snatch Beca away, sorry. I am sorry if I disappoint anyone expecting a girl/girl smutty scene, I kept Stacie a super minor character and Kommissar is like the super hilarious best friend/comic relief. Anyway, next chapter should have a decent amount of smut and hopefully more to come..heh..in the future. Thanks for reading this far!
Oh yeah, translations! "You look absolutely spectacular. I want you little mouse. We'll fuck later, okay?"
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