Didn't See You Coming

by Read-Monkey-Write

Takes place after PP1 but before PP2. Beca starts her Junior year at Barden still trying to get a handle on slowly becoming an adult and chasing her dreams. While at Residual Heat as an intern, Beca meets the new international group from Germany and its curious blonde leader. This is slightly AU but I want to be as close to the movies as possible. Slow burn I guess.

5. Beca's Halloween

I don't own Pitch Perfect, places, people, or songs mentioned. Mistakes are my own. Thanks for reading! Again, I'm still writing but it is on my phone between work and sleep (my lovely sleep) so please bare with me. Also, I am planning on a riff-off scene and would love songs and category suggestions for the Barden groups. I love to listen to all kinds of music, so, send it my way and I may write it in! Enjoy...

5
Beca's morning of Halloween felt almost like any other morning that year. It was the bodies that seemed to surround her and the cotton taste in her mouth that made this morning stand out though. Slowly the Bellas began to rise and manage their varied levels of hangover. Beca thankfully only had three drinks and only had to deal with a slight headache and sore limbs. She hated falling asleep on the couch in weird positions.

Beca lounged around, made herself a bowl of cereal, and headed to her room. In the excitement of the night she forgot to get started on her project. Not that the Bellas would of let her slip away. She downloaded song after song and set up her mixing program. Beca just finished downloading the last song and looking up its lyrics when her phone chimed with a text. She mindlessly checked and nearly choked on her fruit loops when she saw who it was from.

TG: Guten tag, little one.

Beca chewed her nail for a moment. She had not come to a decision about how to feel about Kommissar. The Bellas were animate about the context of their conversation last night but that was because they thought Beca was texting a guy. Right? It changed meaning when it was a woman. Beca shook her head, deciding to just go with that.

B: Hey what's up?

Good. Be casual

TG: I just talked with our manager about the medley project.

B: Oh what'd he say about it?

TG: He likes the idea and is excited to hear it. I wanted to ask if you started on it yet.

B: Yeah I just got all the songs in and now I'm looking up lyrics and matching beats.

TG: Very good. I am glad you are working on it but should you not be in class?

B: Maybe.

TG: I do not want your studies to be affected by this, little one. If you need time I will start the arrangements.

B: No I can do it. It's cool. Halloween is practically a holiday that schools don't acknowledge anyway.

TG: That is not the same thing. If you have a class you should attend.

B: I'd rather start the arrangement. It's just one day.

TG: It is your education, little one. I have known too many ignorant Americans.

Beca grumbled at her phone. Way to play the dumb Americans card here, lady Beca lifted her comfy sweats covered body out of bed. Before she rummaged in her closet for something decent to wear Beca sent a quick text.

B: Not cool dude.

By the time Beca was changed and gathered her things she had gotten another text.

TG: I simply am showing concern for your education. I mean no bad intention.

"Yeah, right." Beca mumbled as she pocketed her phone. Her next class was close by but she had been looking forward to ignoring it. Looking at the time she knew she could make it with a couple minutes to spare. She made her way to the front door when CR spotted her from the living room.

"Beca, where you going?"

"Class."

"Why?"

"I don't know!" She called out as she closed the door behind her. Barden's Fall weather was quite nice and Beca enjoyed the scenery as she begrudgingly went to the Lit building. Why do I even care what she thinks of Americans? I do know a lot of ignorant ones to know she isn't lying. I'm not though. Well…it's not like I'm… cultured exactly but I know things. Plenty of things. Beca pulled out her phone.

B: I may not world travel like you but I'm not stupid.

The response was almost immediate and Beca felt silly for texting in the first place. So much so her riled up attitude deflated greatly.

TG: I never said you were and I would never think it. How much one travels does not make them any better either, Maus.

Beca knew when people were saying things just to placate her but she did not get that feeling with Kommissar. There was a sort of honesty that the blonde always exhibited even when she did not speak. In a weird way it comforted Beca and she was not sure why. She sent one more text before she entered her writing class.

B: Thanks. How do you handle school? You are still in school right?

Beca looked around the room and felt stupid for coming after all. Besides the professor and herself there were only six other students. Ugh how fun

When the clock struck one the professor looked up from his laptop. "I won't let this bruise my ego but it does sting a little. For a class of almost twenty this is very sad." He tried to joke. "Thanks for coming in. We won't be able to do much with more than half the class gone but let's work on some assignments."

Beca pulled out her laptop deciding to work on an assignment she had been meaning to get to. She casually checked her phone.

TG: Technically I am still a student but I have special exemption to travel with DSM. It is rough sometimes. I miss being a student.

B: Seriously? Why?! I would love to travel or just make songs.

TG: Seriously. Being a student is easy. Being in DSM is enjoyable but sometimes I feel I am missing my college years.

B: My dad made me attend college. I just wanted to move to L.A. and get a job after high school.

Beca sat her phone next to her and resumed her work because her professor kept giving her a judgmental look. She wrote one sentence when she thought about her conversation with Kommissar. It was not awkward or weird. They were just talking. Beca had trouble talking with strangers which she usually handled by just remaining silent. Another thing was Beca never liked talking about herself. Jesse had to pry little things out of her but for some reason she had word vomit with Kommissar. It confused Beca. A couple minutes of actually doing school work and she returned to her phone.

TG: He sounds like a good father. What would you really be doing now if you went straight to L.A.?

B: It took me awhile to see he meant well so yeah. Idk what I'd be doing. Hopefully producing by now.

Beca thought about how her boss basically shut her down the first chance she got. She deflated slightly at the reminder. Given that that was only her first try in the business she tried not to let it burn her. But, yeah, it stung.

TG: And do you think you would be the same person you are now?

Beca thought on that a moment. She felt she was a different person fresh out of high school. A loner with a dream, dead set on achieving it, regardless of how it came about. Regardless if that meant hurting people. Now though, with the Bellas pushing her, she opened herself to people. Not totally but in her own way. She cared about others and that was huge for her. She was still surprised she was talking like this with Kommissar, a near stranger.

B: No I don't think so. I'm happy with the Bellas. I'm glad I was forced to hang out with them my freshman year.

Beca smiled slightly at the memories of her first year. They were not daffodils and ladybugs but they brought her to this point and she could not imagine being anywhere other than Barden right now.

TG: That sounds like an interesting story, Maus. I would love to hear it sometime, however, DSM has practice right now. I will speak to you later.

B: Ok. Ttyl.

Despite her text Beca was disapointed in the blonde's departure from the conversation. She actually liked talking with her. That's so weird Beca continued her work diligently until the last few minutes of class. Ten minutes before the end of class the professor got their attention.

"Ok, so it seems you guys worked all the way through the class so I think you can head out early. And as appreciation for coming in and not leaving me sitting here alone I'll give you five points extra credit."

A couple students became excited about that and Beca did appreciate it. They got dismissed and Beca proceeded to the library next door. Seems coming in wasn't a total waste. I won't tell the Tall German that though Beca smirked to herself. She found a quiet spot in the library to work on the project before her next and last class of the day. The Bellas had a quick rehearsal before they got ready to head over to the Frat house.

After a bit of time listening to German songs she did not understand without looking up lyrics, Beca found herself enjoying them quite a bit. Just on the music side they were catchy and seemed like fun to mix. Adding in the translated lyrics and Beca got enough of an understanding about the message in each song. Before she packed up to go Beca transferred some songs to her phone as well. 'It'll totally help with the project' She thought not just owning up to the fact that she liked them.

Hours later, after sitting through a more productive class, Beca returned to the Bella house feeling oddly energized. She greeted the girls, dropped off her stuff in her room, and joined the girls in the living room. Since the set was small they could easily practice there and give them plenty of time to get ready too.

Close to five that evening they felt extremely comfortable doing the whole thing so they separated to their rooms to get ready. Chloe had talked to Dylan, the head of the Fraternity, and decided that eight pm would be a good time to start the show. After that, when any parents or faculty departed, the real Halloween party would start. By seven most girls were dressed and only working on make up. They had decided dressing similarly as a group would make it appear a little more uniform. They decided vampires was fun to do and still had a variety of dressing styles.

Beca had donned whatever Chloe picked which kind of suited her. The redhead had explained that she would go easy on her this year and go for "modern vampire". She was dressed in all black, slim tank top and skinny jeans, with a deep maroon jacket that could pull off as a blazer. Chloe and a few girls had gone the same route but still a little traditional with a classic witch hat. Stacie had gone with a vampire that seemed more like a dominatrix than living dead. All in all they looked different but still a horde of female vampires.

Beca was trying to perfect her eyeliner for several minutes when Stacie plopped a pair of maroon pumps on the counter next to her. "You'll thank me later, shorty." She said with a wink and strode out of the bathroom. Beca looked at the shoes confused and with dread. She did not want to have to worry about walking in those ankle breakers with a buzz. As she finished her make up though she glanced at them again. The sacrifices women make. Or maybe it's mostly short ones.

When all the girls were ready and primped they left the house to walk down the street to the Fraternity. Another good thing about the Bella house; it was within walking distance to a lot of the party houses. They made it there with a few minutes to spare and they were directed to the house's backyard. The house and outside were half full of Frat guys in matching polos and dressed up people.

Beca will admit they did the decorations and atmosphere right. The night Fall air still felt warm with the string of lights lining up the house and the backyard. A medium sized bar was off to the side decorated in Halloween paraphernalia. The music was a good level to still hear people but be able to dance with, which a few people had already started doing. Chloe dragged Beca to a muscled blonde guy talking to a big group.

As Dylan and Chloe talked about where they should perform Beca scanned the place. She usually did not bother unless she lost a Bella but she was looking for someone. Before she found them Chloe dragged her away again saying it was show time. The Bellas gathered directly across from the house's back porch under a decorated archway. Beca waited for them to get into position and Dylan to get the crowd's attention and introduce them.

There was a moment of silence then Beca counted them into the set. It started smoothly and everyone was hitting their marks. They had been doing it over and over so they probably could do it eyes closed. All thanks to Beca's obsessive need to perfect this particular set. The crowd seemed to love the mix of Thriller and Beca felt relieved but it was not what she was waiting for.

After Beca's choreographed head move she looked up to the back porch and was caught by a sight that made her halt her movements a split second. Thankfully all that repetition meant she automatically went into the next song CR and her sang. She spouted Eminem's verse and rolled into the chorus while letting her eyes roam over the tall people currently standing at the stairs of the porch. If Beca could spare thoughts on something other than performing she would think; Can they stand out any more?

Kommissar stood to the forefront of the small group of Germans. Her blonde hair was down and wavy and her black shirt had long mesh sleeves. Pieter stood to her right, the short haired blonde on the other and what looked like three others behind them. They dressed in their signature black but without the DSM logo. Even among a crowd of costumed people their casual wear stood out prominently. Beca kept watch of Kommissar's face as best she could as the Bellas continued to sing. There was a hint of a smile on the blonde's face and Beca felt completely confident in her arrangement.

Despite the choreography Beca found herself staring straight ahead as she sang I Put A Spell On You with Chloe. CR added a few lines from Monsters as they began to wind down. She felt Chloe softly nudge her elbow but she kept looking straight ahead.

"I put a spell on you." Beca sang softly as the rest of the Bellas cut out. A beat passed, a smile grew, and Beca felt like she truly accomplished a big feat. Applause rang from the crowd, the Bellas cheered along, happy with the reaction, and Beca did not pay it any attention. She simply watched a certain blonde smirk and slowly clap her approval.

Pieter looked a little grumpy with following suite but he did as well as the others. Chloe grabbed her arm then and Beca came out of her sudden trance. "Told you, Becs, that was awesome!" She said in Beca's ear before the applause died down. "Now let's get to the celebrating!"

The Bellas cheered loudly as they were excused. A few people came up to them to congratulate or talk which gave Beca and Chloe a clear shot to the outdoor bar setup. Chloe ordered them both a mixed drink. Beca could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand but she ignored it. Drinks in hand they joined a few Bellas that had found a drink too. They chatted and danced for a while. Soon Chloe and a few others were getting quite buzzed. Beca kept her eyes roaming the party every now and then but she could not find the tall blonde.

Did she just come to watch? Why? She didn't even say hi or tell me what she thought. She did like it right? Beca was above pouting but she had a strong urge to do just that now.

The evening air became too chilly for some of the girls, especially the ones in revealing clothes, so they moved inside. The house was bigger than their own and had an open floor plan which was great for parties. The living room had furniture pushed aside and a dj table set up by a fireplace. Chloe, Stacie, Jessica, Ashley, and Beca claimed a spot near the edge of the make shift dance floor in a corner.

Beca, mid second drink, wondered if she should text Kommissar to find out what the deal was. Before she could debate with herself about it an accented voice spoke behind her. "Nice performance, little troll."

Beca turned instantly to see Pieter's tall figure hovering over her in a sleeveless shirt. Kommissar was right next to him, with a disaproving look, and one other DSM member behind them. Beca had enough liquid courage to be sassy. "Thanks, you giant. Did you see it okay from way up there?"

Pieter's lip turned up slightly and Kommissar displayed her own smirk. "Ja, we did. No need to strain our eyes to see a group so small." He shot back but it was clear they meant it in jest.

"Sure." Beca rolled her eyes at him and then turned to the object of her thoughts for most of the night. "Hi." Beca mentally thanked Stacie for the heels. She was still shorter, somehow, than Kommissar but only by a couple inches.

"Hallo, little one." She smiled. With her hair down Beca thought she looked almost like another person. "Your performance was really-"

"Beca!" Stacie shouted near her ear as she grabbed her shoulder from behind. "Don't be rude, introduce us to your tall friends." The way she said it Beca knew the tall girl was smiling mischievously.

She rolled her eyes internally at that. "You don't be rude dude. I'd like to hear out of that ear later."

Chloe and Stacie barely heard Beca as they smiled widely and held their hands out to the Germans. "Hi! I'm Stacie!" She shook Pieter's hand as Chloe did the same with Kommissar. The third DSM member simply nodded in greeting and sipped from her cup.

"Hallo I am Pieter." He said looking only slightly uncomfortable.

"Oh my gosh, you're German" Stacie exclaimed. Beca saw Kommissar smirk from the corner of her eye. "And you're tall." The blonde held a small laugh in from behind her hand. Beca almost missed not hearing it.

Pieter looked confused. "Ja, ich bin."

Stacie sent Beca a goofy smile like she knew all her dirty laundry. "I see. And you have a phone number and everything?" She directed back to Pieter. Beca could understand the lost look he passed towards Kommissar. His leader just stood looking amused but silently watching the exchange.

"Ja. Are you flirting on me because I have no time for it." Pieter said bluntly. Kommissar and Beca had to hold back their laughter then but they only half succeeded.

"No."

"Dude. It's hitting on me, not flirting on me." Beca clarified.

"But that would hurt and not show affections."

"It's not literal."

Kommissar cut in before they could continue the back and forth. "Pieter, lass jetzt los. Wo ist Fitz?"

"Er ist nah." Pieter only put his head on a swivel and caught sight of the blonde German easily. "Dort."

"Vielleicht Du sollen holen ihm." Kommissar tilted her head away and Pieter seemed to get it.

"I will get more to drink." He announced and Stacie stated she was empty too and would follow. Kommissar seemed to take delight in his pained expression.

Beca stood as a statue suddenly unsure about how to bring up the performance again. Chloe began to lean on her side, a clear indication she was close to tipsy. Kommissar cleared her throat and even in the loud room Beca heard it.

"I must say after hearing your arrangement, I think our song will be very good." She smiled. "With my help of course."

Beca groaned. "You can't just say something nice can you?"

"Did I not just do that?" She smirked.

God this woman. During their banter Chloe stared at Kommissar with squinted eyes as if trying to piece something together. Beca took notice of her friend's unusual quietness. Oh no did she figure out I've been texting Kommissar? There's no way. They thought it was Pieter, judging by Stacie's attitude, not her. Maybe Chloe figured it out. How do I explain this?

Beca watched on as Chloe continued to size the blonde up. "You're a tall German lady and you know Becs already." An unnecessary amount of nerves bundled in Beca's gut. Chloe's eyes lit up. "Hey! This is my song!" She exclaimed when a dance version of I Love It came over the speakers.

Beca relaxed for a moment until Chloe grabbed for her to dance with. She suddenly felt extremely embarrassed to be groped by the redhead in front of Kommissar. Luckily for her Stacie returned and Beca seamlessly transferred her tipsy friend to the sturdier one. Chloe did not seem to notice or mind if she did. Beca let out a sigh of relief when a voice spoke directly behind her.

"May I get you a drink, Maus?" Beca turned right into Kommissar's front and was hit by the smell of cinnamon and something almost floral. It took her by surprise but she could not deny she loved the scent. Her eyes locked on electric blue encased in dark eyeliner and the effect was almost hypnotizing. Beca could only manage to nod. "Come."

Kommissar quickly grabbed Beca's hand and led her to the kitchen where a self serve drinks area had been set. Bottles of different alcohols, liquors, and sodas lined the counters. On the way Beca's mind could only register the soft hand in hers and the comforting feeling that came with it. When did we get to holding hands like this? Are we really friends now? Why is this ok? Only Chloe touches me like this. They came to a stop by the counter and Kommissar released her hand to fix a drink. Beca actually missed the contact but decided to ignore that for something that suddenly crossed her mind.

"How do you know where the kitchen is?"

"After the Bellas performed some people came to us and offered us drinks. As guests of the house we accepted and they led us here."

"You shouldn't accept drinks from strangers."

Kommissar smirked at that and halted her movements to look at Beca. "You think something would happen to me?"

"I don't know, maybe, it could. I know you guys dress intimidating and give off this sexy foreign vibe or whatever but you shouldn't trust people." Beca stammered.

Kommissar continued to hold Beca's gaze and the shorter woman was close to cracking under its weight. "What kind of vibe?" The blonde smiled seductively.

Oh god what did I say? Did I call her sexy? No, I meant in general. But Jesus, she'll find a way to tease me about this. She resorted to looking away. "Uh nothing. So, what are you making?"

The blonde chuckled lightly and shook her head. "Something that is not so strong. Should be good if you cannot hold your liquor." She smirked and gave Beca a teasing look from the corner of her eye.

Beca was tempted to accept that challenge instead of submit to its insult but she did not feel like getting sloppy drunk. Who knows what I'd do in front of her. "Yeah, whatever."

"Ouch." The blonde sarcastically replied. "Here, Maus." Beca was about to grab the offered drink but Kommissar pulled it away at the last second. "Oh, I thought you were not to accept drinks from strangers?"

Beca rolled her eyes. "I saw you make it."

"Then what did I put in it?" Kommissar challenged.

Beca did not know. She was being distracted by the blonde's looks, the hint of skin behind those mesh sleeves, and her smell to notice. "That one." She pointed randomly to a bottle.

Kommissar chuckled. "Nice try, Maus, but no."

Beca stared her down as best she could with a height disadvantage, even with the heels. "You are not a stranger, you tall German. I just…don't know your name." Beca stammered. "But that's your fault."

Kommissar smiled playfully. "Maybe if you deal the cards right I will tell you tonight." Beca stared into deep blue eyes as she tried to process the words. It was a simple sentence but the way the blonde spoke invited complex emotions to flash through the brunette.

Beca tried to cure her suddenly dry mouth and her saving grace was being held hostage. Beca focused enough to correct the blonde instead. "Play the cards." She spoke barely above a whisper.

"Was?" Kommissar asked in German.

"The saying is 'play your cards right'." Beca attempted to speak a littler louder.

The blonde shrugged and offered Beca the drink again. "Then I will deal the cards." She locked eyes with Beca as the brunette got the drink. "And I hope you will play the cards right."

Beca needed that drink. Instead of responding in the suddenly heavy moment she took a long drink from her cup. Her dry tongue was cured but it did nothing for the rise in her body temperature. What are we talking about exactly? How did this start? Her name, yeah, that's it. Her eyes roamed over the tall woman from her loose golden hair to the black mesh, tight jeans, and heels. I need to know her name. This is getting ridiculous. "When will you tell me your name?"

Kommissar seemed to freeze a moment and when she finally spoke her voice seemed deeper than before. "Soon. I have a feeling you will pull it from me tonight." She finally took a drink from her own cup and Beca had to force herself to look away. What the hell?

The crowd around them remained loud with talk and laughter. The beat of music throbbed in the room surrounding both women. After a beat Kommissar spoke again. "How have you fared with the song list so far?"

Without looking at the blonde Beca bobbed her head dramatically while answering. "Pretty good actually. I'm still hesitant about going off the translations online. I guess that's where you come in though. I want to get the words right so nothing stands out too much and it just all flows together."

Kommissar agreed while taking another drink. "Of course. I listened to them as well and I get a sense of the order you are referring to. They are good songs. DSM have chosen well."

Beca finally eyed her. "But no hip hop?"

Kommissar met her eye before responding. "No, Maus."

"Why though? There are a lot of classics in hip hop. Catchy songs too." Beca tried to reason without sounding like she was pleading.

"I know there are. I listen to all genres of music in my spare time. DSM is a different situation, little one. We have an image and a manager…" Kommissar trailed off lost in thought or probably not knowing how to say something. Beca watched her closely. Her blue eyes stared off to something unseen.

Beca thought maybe she should not press into the Kommissar's business. DSM was her thing. Beca would hate it if someone came in and told her how to run the Bellas or even what music she could not use. "You know, the Bellas had an image too. It was generations of prim and proper, cookie cutter routines, and super model standards. It was stifling and offered no room for creativity or spontaneity."

"What changed that?" Kommissar asked curiously.

Beca chuckled and took a sip of her drink quickly. "Me, actually." Kommissar simply raised her eyebrows at her. "There were other factors but, I guess, I lit the fuse on that powder keg. My freshman year with the Bellas was Hell thanks to the leader then. My dad made me join a club and Chloe basically forced me to audition. After that it was me butting heads with the leader and trying to make the music better." She chuckled again. "I was kind of an ass about it though."

Kommissar smiled softly as Beca spoke of her freshman year. She tried to sum it up quickly and just give the highlights but Kommissar would ask questions about almost every part. Especially when it came to how Beca handled an acapella situation or dealing with her problems. Beca tried to gloss over Jesse's part in it but he popped up a lot in her retelling.

"Who is this Jesse?"

Beca was not sure how to explain Jesse at the moment. "He-uhh- he was- is kind of- uhh dammit. I guess he's my friend thats an ex." She finally let out.

"You guess?"

"Well, yeah, I mean no. I know he is. It's just a little complicated. Or not, I don't know. We're on a break right now and I haven't talked to him in months. I've seen him around but that's about it." Beca hated to ramble.

"I see. I assume he is the reason you look crazy when thinking to yourself?" There was a small smirk on her lips and Beca smiled lightly at the memory of their first meeting.

"I guess it's because of him sometimes. It's mostly about work, the Bellas, or you though." Beca's eyes widened at her admittance. Shit. Can I not just shut my mouth? Beca did not even want to glance in the blonde's direction. She kept her focus on the ground before them and fiddled with her cup. She tried to focus on the party raging on around them. Was this always here?

Kommissar said nothing for a long moment as if she was surprised by Beca's words as well. After she took a drink from her own cup her voice floated to Beca's ears like a long forgotten favorite song. "Beca."

Hearing her name almost made the brunette look up but her embarrassment kept her eyes focused downward. She shouldn't be able to say my name like that.

"Beca, look at me." Kommissar requested with more assertiveness. Beca was helpless that time and her eyes slowly raked upward to the blonde's blue ones. She tried to pull a mask of indifference but she feared it did not hit the mark. "Do you feel like dancing?"

"I'm not drunk enough for that yet. I usually just dance with the Bellas." Without conscious thought, Beca's cheeks grew hot. "Not that I have two left feet or anything I just don't like to, you know, on my own or whatever." Beca stared off into the large house trying not to feel embarrassed about rambling so much.

"I see." Kommissar murmured at her side. Beca caught sight of Pieter and the short haired blonde man following suite. They approached the women when they caught sight of them.

"Kommissar, wie geht's? You will not guess what Fitz and I endured." He paused for effect and Kommissar simply gave the man her attention. "They challenged Fitz. Another beatboxer. I really had to join in too and we showed those Americans. They did not see it coming." The man spoke with animated eyes and hands. Fitz simply agreed looking equally pleased.

"Very good, Pieter. I hope you did not take advantage of a drunk though. It is hardly a challenge."

Pieter scoffed. "Of course not. I do not even speak with the slurry ones." Pieter turned to Beca then. "They say they are in an acapella group as well. Perhaps you know them, little mouse?" How'd another acapella group get into a Frat party? At least the Bellas had a reason. "They are in The Tone Takers? The Mono Makers?"

"The Treblemakers?"

"Ja, das ist! The Treblemakers. Their skills are the same as a high school choir team." He shared a laugh with the beatboxer.

Beca could feel a small kind of panic clawing in the back of her head. She really hoped not all of the Treblemakers were here. Beca had to find Chloe, she was her safety blanket in these awkward situations. Beca's eyes darted around the kitchen and into the dining room. "Yeah, cool, I gotta go. Catch you later."

Beca made her way around people, heading for the living room just off the kitchen, and ignoring whoever was calling her name. She strode quickly with her head on a swivel and practically on her toes to see over people. Thankfully she caught sight of Stacie and a flash of red curly hair near the spot they were before. She made her way over quickly.

"Chlo!"

"Becs! Hey get in here!" Chloe pulled Beca into the small Bellas dancing circle. Beca turned round awkwardly to see each person before landing back to facing Cloe.

"Chloe, I think Jesse's here."

The redhead slowed her movements and regarded Beca seriously. "You sure?"

"Well I heard there's some Trebles here so, maybe, yes." Beca took a quick look around. "I don't know. Maybe I should go home?"

That made Chloe stop all together. Even Stacie, who could hear easily being so close, stopped dancing. "Becs, you can't run away just cause he might be here."

"Yeah, there's no reason you should avoid him, anyway, really." Chloe shrugged. "I mean, you're kinda still friends right?"

"I don't know. Yeah, I think so. I just- I wouldn't- I don't know what to say."

Stacie placed her hands on the shorter woman's shoulders. "Beca, don't over think it. Just be you. That should be enough."

In her moment of calming herself, Beca did not really take what Stacie said seriously. It sounded so generic and placating she basically shrugged it off. She mindlessly nodded as she scanned the room again. She did catch sight of three tall Germans moving to the side of the dance floor area. Pieter bobbed his head to the beat of the song along with Fitz. Kommissar's eyes roamed the room slowly as if to take in the scene and commit it to memory.

"Come on, Becs, let's have fun. He's probably not even here." Chloe said, handing her a new drink. Beca silently agreed and momentarily swayed along with the music. She was almost in her element with her friends when a familiar voice sounded behind her.

"Hey Beca."

"Whoops." Chloe muttered loudly as she caught sight of the person behind Beca. She knew exactly who it was then. Beca turned around to face Jesse.

He looked the same since the last time Beca saw him. Short brown hair, soft eyes, and an easy smile. He still looked happy and familiar. "Hi." Beca somewhat shouted over the music.

"It's really good to see you. How you been?" He asked lightly.

"Uh- good. You too. I mean, it's good to see you too." Beca rolled her eyes and Jesse smiled.

"Classes going well? I know the Bellas are gonna crush the ICCA soon." He chuckled.

"Yeah its all good." Beca said awkwardly. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to avoid facing the situation she found herself in. Jesse knew her enough to see she was not feeling the conversation and decided to cut it short.

"Well, I'm going to go find my guys. See you around, Becs." He slowly moved in for a hug and Beca slowly and extremely awkwardly allowed it. She smelled his familiar cologne and it soothed her for a moment in a nostalgic kind of way.

"See you." Beca shuffled away as he flashed a tight lipped smile and retreated. She closed her eyes and groaned low in her throat. Only Stacie and Chloe could hear it though as they had remained close by to eavesdrop. Beca took a big gulp of her drink. That sucked.

"That wasn't so bad!" Chloe yelled and Beca could tell that she was getting back into the party. Beca envied Chloe's ability to roll with the punches and keep going. Her easy going attitude was noticeable when a new song played and the redhead bounced up and down. "This is my song!"

"Every song is your song." Beca teased and rolled her eyes. She still smiled warmly at Chloe and could not help but get infected with her happy mood. The song proved to be good and when the dj threw in some old school Biz Markie the crowd even sang out.

The Bellas had moved quite a bit in their gyrations and found themselves in the middle of the dance floor. When the chorus of the song blared through the beat the living room resounded with dozens of voices in unison.

"You…you got what I need!
But you say he's just a
But you say he's just a friend!"

The Bellas were among the group who sang loudly to the song. Beca jumped lightly to the beat and let the music and the surrounding energy engulf her. For a moment her eyes looked around the crowd and, somehow, instantly found Kommissar's. The blonde seemed to be enjoying herself as well but she kept her gaze on Beca. They were not so far apart at this point and it seemed the distance grew shorter.

Beca noticed Kommissar's hair was in a little more disarray than the last time she had seen her. The effect was enchanting overall and Beca wondered how it could make her look better. By some kind of silent invitation the blonde closed the distance and was a person away from Beca. The chorus came back then and this time it was Kommissar that sang along.

"You…you got what I need
But you say he's just a
But you say he's just a friend."

She did not shout. She did not need to. Even when she could only go off her lip movements, Beca felt the words run through her. Her close proximity at that point, the look in her eyes, her messed hair, and that cinnamon smell all came crashing over Beca's senses. It was all too much and somehow she could not turn away. She still wanted more. Kommissar stood in front of her with a small smile on her lips and she began to move to the music.

Beca realized she had been still for quite some time so she began to move as well. No words were said as their bodies slowly began to close the distance between them. Beca held her cup tightly in her hand like a lifeline. She was feeling light headed and her mouth was dry. Beca quickly finished off the last of her drink and figured it did not help with the light headed feeling. Beca was torn between not looking at Kommissar's face and being trapped in those blue eyes.

All bets were off when Beca felt fingers hesitantly touch at her hips. The light contact sent electric goosebumps to shoot through the rest of her body. I must be more drunk than I thought. I am dancing with…her. Geez this feels good. Beca's blurry mind recycled those same thoughts as Kommissar's fingers became more bold when no objections were heard.

The party's noises seemed to filter through Beca's little bubble muted and loud at the same time. She was at the point that she just wanted to have a good time. Beca looked around the floor to spot any Bellas and she found her whole body turning. It was when she danced back into Kommissar's front that coherent thought left her brain. The warm body that moved along with hers felt so good at that moment Beca shut her eyes to the feeling. It was comfortable and she felt oddly safe.

She let that warm feeling engulf her body and it made her feel light as a feather. Her arms snaked upward to the beat as hands firmly held her hips. In her haze, Beca dropped her empty plastic cup and found purchase in soft long hair. There was a deep rumble in her ear and that is when Beca noticed Kommissar's face so close to hers. Beca could feel the hot breath on her neck, arms snaked around her middle, and it made her shut her eyes tighter. One hand covered the one around her waist and she swayed with the body formed to hers. Beca was so far gone in the feeling that she did not even register surprise that she liked it. She had only danced with the Bellas and Jesse so far in her life.

The pair of women were lost to the rest of the room they did not hear a commotion rising over the music. A couple of Frat guys seemed to have had a disagreement with some guests. This was neither of their businesses but those guests were DSM members. It took someone to push passed Kommissar, knocking her shoulder, for her to look around the room. Her deathly glare quickly found the growing tension surrounding her group. She groaned low in her throat at needing to leave her spot. She desperately did not want to but there would be more trouble if DSM got in a fight on another school's campus.

"I'm sorry, Maus, I have to go." She said in Beca's ear. Beca snapped out of her haze then and turned to look at Kommissar. Her eyes appeared glossy and her expression was still soft. Beca did not want the good feeling to stop but she could not say that out loud. "DSM needs me. I will be a moment." Kommissar said quickly. With great effort Kommissar tore herself away from Beca and towards the commotion.

Pushes were being thrown by the time she got there. She immediately placed herself in the middle and held up her hands to separate the two groups. Beca cleared her vision enough to see from where she was but her curiosity made her get closer. She could hear Kommissar shout, asking what the problem was and the Frat boys yelling back. Beca got the impression that someone bumped into the other and words were exchanged and it was not an apology. Kommissar turned to the three members Beca did not meet tonight and talk with them in German. Beca pushed to the front of the crowd watching what was going on.

"-diese Dummkopfs!" The tall, dark haired German man yelled pointing past Kommissar. The blonde simply stood like a statue with a serious look on her face. Pieter sidled up to his group.

"Das ist mir gleich! Du entschuldige und ihm in Ruhe verlassen." The man simply clenched his jaw and looked away from Kommissar. The leader sighed. "Hans. Erst denken, dann handeln."

That seemed to get his attention and he nodded resigning to something. Among the Frat guys there was pushing and egging on of each other. "Come on, Jack, finish that Fin." The one that had lost patience stepped forward to move Kommissar out of the way. She did not like that.

"Move bitch I'm gonna kick your mate right in his Netherlands! This is what you get for the disrespect." The guy got in his fighting stance but before he could even lift a finger Kommissar laid him out with a right hook.

There was a loud "Damn!" from the crowd and space had been made so the guy could fall to the floor. The other Frat guys stood with eyes wide and mouths open. The shock of the moment kept everyone rooted to the spot and waiting for the fallen guy to retaliate.

Beca's wide eyes watched Kommissar shake her hand as if she could shake off the pain she no doubt was in. "We are from Germany, you fool." Beca could not even begin to think why Kommissar said that after punching the guy. She was focused on the douche getting back up cursing the person that hit him. "Gehst! Jetzt!" Kommissar pushed the DSM members away. She shared a serious look with Pieter and nodded to him. He immediately turned and ushered his group to the front door quickly.

Kommissar's back was turned in that moment when the Frat guy got to his feet. Beca saw he had grabbed a beer bottle from somewhere on the floor as well. Without thinking Beca surged toward the guy as he raised his arm. She might of yelled something, she was not sure. Kommissar turned in time to see Beca push the guy enough to become unbalanced. The beer bottle left his hand mid rise and sailed in the air across heads towards the front window. The crashing sound of glass resounded in Beca's ears and began to panic. Shit. Not again. I swear this isn't my fault either.

The crowd that watched fell silent again. "Party foul." Someone said loudly. "What the hell, Jack?!" A man yelled among the crowd. Before anyone could point the finger at her, Beca grabbed Kommissar's arm and bolted for the exit. When the blonde began to protest Beca spun around to face her.

"I can't get arrested again!" Kommissar looked at her confused and was about to say something but Beca continued to pull her. "I'll tell you later. Come on!" There was no protesting as Kommissar let Beca take her out of the house and towards the middle of campus. This woman is nothing but trouble.