A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't finish more before I left! Here's an extra long one for your trouble . Per FiveFootTwo's request, this chapter is a continuation of Chapter 3. Still just fluff.

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Paulo Coehlo

"One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving." ― Paulo Coelho

The elevator dinged and Jesse stepped out into the silent hotel hallway. As he passed each room, he could hear guys yelling, girls giggling, and glasses clinking, but room 516 was silent. Jesse knocked quietly, hoping Beca was still awake. He heard no movement behind the door. He knocked a little louder. Still nothing. Jesse turned, disappointed, to head back to the elevator when the door opened and Beca peeked her head out. "Jesse?"

"Hey," Jesse turned to face her, "sorry, did I wake you up?"

"Oh, no," Beca replied, looking quickly back over her shoulder, "I just had my headphones on so I didn't hear you knock."

"Couldn't sleep?" Beca shook her head. "Yeah, me either."

After an awkward pause, Beca said, "Do you want to come in?"

"Yeah…sure."

Jesse followed Beca into her room, "Wait a second," Jesse stopped in the doorway. "Are you sure? This is opening the door for a whole lot of shit from Fat Amy."

Beca smirked. "Nah, it's cool. I saw her leaving the party with one of those weird guys with the Hawaiian shirts or whatever, so if she's not back by now, she probably won't be. Besides, it's not like they don't all know already."

"True," Jesse shrugged and followed Beca inside. He flopped down on one of the beds while Beca went back to sit at the desk, laughing. "What's so funny?" he asked.

"You," Beca replied, turning around in her chair, "making yourself at home again."

"I'm very comfortable around you." Jesse said with a smug smile, to which Beca muttered, "such a dork," and turned to face her computer. Before she could put her headphones back on, Jesse called her name. She turned back to see him patting the mattress next to him. "Come here." At her slight hesitation Jesse said, "C'mon, Beca. I'm not going to try anything weird, I promise. Just come here." Beca slowly crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed, clearly still hesitant about being in bed with him. Jesse sat up and touched a gentle kiss to her temple. As he guided her down next to him, he wondered to himself what kind of guys Beca had dated in the past who pushed to sleep with her on the first date. Beca was not one for emotions, so Jesse knew that singing her feelings to him in front of everyone had been quite enough for one day and he didn't want to push her further.

Jesse gently lifted Beca's head from where it had landed on the pillow and placed it on his own shoulder, then brought her right hand to rest on his chest. "Is this okay?" he asked, forever patient.

"Yeah, I'm good," Beca replied, placing her right leg over Jesse's.

The next twenty minutes consisted of silence, with Beca occasionally fisting Jesse's velvet jacket in her hand and Jesse progressing from rubbing her arm to running his fingers through her hair before finally working up the nerve to kiss her forehead. Suddently, Beca said, "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Why me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You could've had your pick of anyone at school, so why did you pick me?" Beca propped herself up on her elbow to look Jesse in the eye.

Jesse laughed in disbelief. She really doesn't know how perfect she is. He reached up and put her hair behind her ear, ever careful of the ear spike. "I guess…I guess it was, like, everything and nothing at the same time, y'know?"

"Not really."

"Like, there wasn't anything specific that you did. It was a million little things."

"Like what?"

Jesse smiled as he reminisced on all the things about Beca that made him fall so hard for her. "Like your voice. Or your passion for making music. Like how you can hand whatever shit I give you right back to me. How you're totally not afraid of going Million Dollar Baby on a Tonehanger. And how you totally don't know how beautiful and talented you are." Jesse shifted his gaze back to Beca. "Because you're you."

"But I was such a dick to you," Beca replied, avoiding eye contact. "You were, like, the perfect guy, and I shut you out."

"Do you want to know why I like movie endings so much?" Jesse said suddenly.

"I get the feeling you're going to tell me anyway."

"Because no matter what happened during the film, the ending makes it all worth it. Somehow, everybody moves on. Beca, it doesn't matter what you and I went through to get here. What matters is that we're here now. And if I could have tonight to live over, I would gladly go through all of that again." Jesse gently lifted Beca's chin with his fingers and repeated what he had said to Benji just a few hours ago. "You're worth it, Beca."

His kiss was firm but gentle on Beca's lips. It had the quiet strength that was so Jesse, and Beca could practically feel the walls around her heart cracking and falling down.

After a few minutes, Jesse pulled away (he still wasn't going to try anything tonight). "Thank you."

"For what?"

"A happy ending, and a new beginning."

"Oh my God, you are such a dork!"

"Yes, but I'm your dork." Both smiled and leaned in for another kiss, but before their lips could touch, Beca suddenly shouted, "Holy shit!"

"What?"

"It's really late," Beca said, pointing to the clock which read nearly 5:00 a.m.

"We have to be up in, like, three hours," Jesse groaned, "Guess I better go."

Before she could stop herself, Beca grabbed Jesse's arm. "Wait," she said, "you don't have to go."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Like I said, Amy probably won't be back tonight."

"Okay," Jesse said hesitantly, laying back down.

Beca couldn't believe she had just asked him to stay. Yet as she laid her head back on his shoulder, she had a feeling of confidence deep in her stomach that she had never felt before.

That feeling was still there in the morning, when Fat Amy walked in and said, "Wow, I'm surprised you two didn't rip your clothes off and get it on like a couple of dingoes after that performance last night." Beca and Jesse took her ridicule in stride, both somehow sensing that there would be time for all of that. For now, they were (finally) together, and that's all they wanted.