A night at the student bar, Sophomore year

"Hey man, how's it going? I'm Jesse."

Jesse came over, smiling widely and offered his hand to the blonde boy at the bar. He then turned to Beca standing next to blondie, murmuring "Hey babe" and planting a quick kiss. Beca's eyes widened and then narrowed suspiciously as she looked at her boyfriend who had now turned back and chatted easily to the other guy. A few guys had came up chatting to her before Jesse's slick manoeuvre but this one (Mike was it?) had been the most persistent one.

He was in deep conversation with Mike now, talking about movies (what else?). His hand was on her back and it casually made its way up her spine before his whole arm lodged itself round her shoulders and pulled her close to him. Beca could see slight look of panic rising up Mike's eyes.

She untangled herself from Jesse's arm and cleared her throat "Um..I'm just going to get a drink" before walking towards the bar. Both men looked at her retreating back. After a moment or two, Mike turned to Jesse "Hey man, sorry about that. You're one lucky dude." Jesse just smiled "Nah, no worries" although what he really wanted to do is pump his fist and do a victory showboat right there.

He went after Beca, smile still intact but that smile slid off quite quickly when he saw her rather thunderous expression.

"Are you done?" she muttered darkly. "What else? Do you want me to tattoo your name on my forehead? Wear a chastity belt? Mark a no fly zone?"

Jesse chuckled and pulled her into a dark corner. "You are cute when you are angry. And that no fly zone sounds like a good idea."

He captured her petulant mouth for a searing kiss. She was still stony but by the time he started nibbling on her bottom lip gently, Beca just rolled her eyes and gave in. She could feel him smiling against her lips and gently ran the tip of his tongue across to part her lips. Damn Treble with his damn talented mouth! He was pulling her harder against him now and she just melted.

She was not sure how long were they entwined like this, making out in the near darkness but it was getting more than a little heated. When Beca found herself unconsciously grinding into him and Jesse lowly moaning and pulling her hips closer, she pulled out from their kiss and whispered, "Behave!"

Jesse looked a little crestfallen but he looked up and grinned at her.

"I'd better go or the Bellas might send a search party."

He nodded, took off his Treble hoodie and put it round her. "Wear that, ok?"

"What? It's boiling in here. What are you doing?"

"Just wear it, OK ? " he said softly.

"I swear to God, Jesse. I think you were just marking your territory."

"Oh no. Just concern my girlfriend don't catch a cold. You were shivering in my arms just now."

Beca mumbled angrily under her breath. She didn't want to tell Jesse her shivers was not due to the cold but because of the rather distracting manner he ran his hands down her back and the way he nipped at her neck; but by the way Jesse was smiling smugly, she didn't really have to tell him that. Idiot.

~ A little later ~

Beca's scowl deepened. Stupid hoody with its stupid long sleeves and stupid guy repellent magic. It was working too well already with guys giving her a wide berth. Either the hoody was giving out Stay away vibes like Jesse wanted or it could be because the Bellas, seeing what happened were waving away guys within a mile radius by wafting their hands and saying "Back off! She's off limits". "Do you want to mess with her boyfriend?" while randomly pointing out scary looking steroid pumped jocks on the other side of the bar. Fat Amy was doing klaxon calls and "Warning! Warning! No fly zone! No fly zone! " She must have ears like a bat , that one. Beca might as well sit there with huge neon signs "Property of Jesse Swanson. Fuck Off!". She swore she could just hit someone.

It didn't help that Jesse kept getting called away every so often to take his turn with the Trebles at karaoke. The bar had been filling up fast, the groupies were out in full force and Jesse kept getting waylaid by giggling girls. Jesse was being polite and tried to keep a respectful distance but his easy smile seemed to encourage them.

The Bellas' banter was in full flow but Beca did not hear any of it. She was unconsciously stabbing her straw hard into her drink as she stared at a brazen blonde girl running her hand up and down Jesse's arm. Another was pressed against him as she tiptoed to whisper something in Jesse's ear. That whore!

Beca didn't realised the Bellas' conversation was in lull as they looked at her for a response. They immediately saw what was bothering her. "Go get him!" urged Chloe. "Piss all over him and mark him!" hissed Amy.

She did not know what to do. She did not do possessive yet oh my god, she could scratch those bitches' eyes out. Badass as she was, she does not do swagger. It never crossed her mind to go out there and staked her claim and all she could do was sit there, eyes huge with worry and hands twisting her straw to bits. Stacie immediately get up "Don't worry, Beca. I'll save him! You owe me though."

Stacie strutted over to Jesse with her sexy half smile and walked straight through the bevy surrounding him, "Move bitches!" she yelled, shovelling a few out of the way, hard and stepping on the toes of the more persistent ones with her stilettos. "Go and play with your dolls! This man candy needs a real woman." She drew herself close to Jesse, put her arms around him and because she is a little taller than him in her 4 inch heels, whispered quietly into his ear "Dude, you may want to head off that storm" before jerking her head towards Beca.

Jesse's expression changed from confusion to pure terror when he saw Beca heading toward the exit and with a sheepish "Thanks" to Stacie, followed Beca. He caught and lost sight of Beca. When he finally made his way out, he could not find her at first. Sudden panic swelled in his chest before he finally found her in the half darkness by the side of the club, agitatedly twisting the sleeves of his hoody.

"Beca?" he called out softly.

"Why are you here? Go away!" It came out like a painful hiss.

Oh no… this is bad. This is very bad.

"Okay".

Silence.

"Becs, I really want to hug you and make it better. But umm… I am not 100% sure whether my limbs will be intact if I tried that."

Silence. More agitated twisting.

"Just go away"

"Mmm.. no, can't do that"

"Go away, Swanson. Go back to your groupies!"

"I think I rather stay here with you"

Beca made a frustrated noise like she can't believe how stupid he was. Which he was, really. Just when Jesse thought they were going to stay there like that for a long time, Beca suddenly turned around and glared at him.

"I don't know how to do this, OK?"

OK. That is quite cryptic, thought Jesse

"Becs, if you don't want to wear that hoody, it's fine, babe. You know I won't force you to do something you don't want. You are your own woman etc. etc."

Beca threw her hands up in frustration.

"Right, you just need to stamp your feet now and you look like a 5 year old. About the same size too." Jesse said, his smile lighting up the space between them.

"Shut up! Oh my God!" howled Beca in frustration. He's not playing fair. She can't stay mad with him with his smile and his soft eyes.

"It's not the hoodie, OK? I quite like it" she admitted. True, it was swamping her but it smelled of Jesse and it was warm and reminded her of being cocooned in his arms.

"OK, now we establish that…" said Jesse, moving closer and before she could protest, put his arms around her and pulled her in. She was still stiff and angry. "You are angry because…."

"Those girls!" she spat out. "Just running their hands all over you. I could scratch their eyes out." Jesse tried to look suitably serious although he felt like his heart was singing. He kept still and quiet, just waiting for Beca to vent it out. She quietened down and melted a little into his arms, her face in his chest. She can feel him chuckling.

"Did my ears deceive me? Is Beca Mitchell actually jealous?"

The chuckle continued.

"You can hit a middle age man but can't take a couple of girls?"

"Shuddup" came the muffled reply from his chest. "I can still take you, Swanson! They were shameless! I don't know how to tell them to back off. It's not like I can make you wear my Bella tshirt or my flight attendant uniform."

They stood like that for a few minutes and when Jesse finally spoke, his voice was thick. "I am sorry, Beca. It's just I've been wanting you and chasing you so long. I thought it was obvious to everyone that I am all yours. You know that right?"

Beca sniffed, her heart swelling with love for this wonderful guy. This guy who knew how to hold her and let her be angry, this guy who apologise for something which is not his fault yet wanted to make her feel better. This guy who was good and kind and patient enough to work out the Beca puzzle.

"OK, I think I might be able to squeeze myself into a Bella tshirt but that flight stewardess outfit, umm.. I think I don't have the legs for it?"

Beca smiled "Dude, you are so whipped."

"Yeah. Thanks." smiled Jesse before swooping down for a kiss.

A/N Was tidying up my hard drive and found this. First ever bit I wrote before starting on my epic monster so now releasing this to the world. Hope you like it.