They were on their third hand of the night, when CR took the deck from Beca's hand and placed it back on the duvet. She looked Beca square in the face, giving Beca full view of the query that was sitting on the tip of her tongue. "Are we gonna pretend that you came in here to play Poker? Or are you gonna tell me why you're currently doing a fantastic impression of Lilly?"

They weren't hiding their relationship. Not really, anyway. Chloe and Beca think they're being sneaky...

CCC: So how's coffee shop girl? Beca chuckled, she glanced towards the table where mysterious art-girl was once again scratching away at the tablet. BM: Well, I'm still perpetually single and awkward as. Why?

The Supernatural crossover that NO ONE asked for...

Winter was always her favourite time of the year. The cold breeze, the smell of cinnamon and coffee as she walked to the office every morning; there was nothing better. Today was bittersweet. Snow was falling gently outside the large bay window she sat by, sipping the hot coffee in her hand. It was the first snowfall of the season and she was alone.

I figured I'd start throwing all my one-shots into a pile and posting them all here.

Beca hated Tuesday afternoons. Scratch that. Beca hated the time slot between three thirty and four fifteen on Tuesday afternoons. You'd think she'd love Tuesdays. They were the one day a week she finished work early. But Tuesdays were shaping up to be a special kind of hell.

Beca discovered the pattern during her freshman year at Barden. The first time, she'd had no idea where to look or how to respond to the naked woman standing in front of her, so she did what any sexually confused college student would do. Nod, agree and get the heck out.

It had been going on for far too long, Stacie had decided. She'd had enough of watching her two obviously perfect for each other captains dancing around each other.

Who the hell wears compression tights to a Bella's practice? Chloe Beale, that's who.

Beca twitches when she's stressed...