A/N: alright guys, so I've been wanting to write this for a while now. I've had writer's block for my other two stories, and I plan to keep this one pretty short, so here goes. It's a Donald/OC fic. Enjoy! :)

and btw, /word/ means it's been striked-through.

Chapter 1.

Introducing Me

"Good luck, hon! We'll see you come winter break!"

My mother proved to be the most embarrassing woman on earth as she blew kisses to me when she bade farewell. I waved back at both of them as my father drove away, trying to close the window my mother's head was sticking out of.

"And we'll send the rest of your stuff tomorrow," she added.

I sighed, and gathered all my stuff. Some dude from the welcoming committee had already given me directions to my dorm, as well as a rape whistle. I mean, seriously?

Hauling my suitcase and several other bags across the quad, I took a good look around.

This place seems really crazy.

I smiled to myself.

And I think I'm gonna like it here.

Finally reaching my room, I dumped all of my stuff on the floor. My parents paid extra so I could get a room to myself, so no roommate here. There was just one single bed, and one large desk both pushed to opposite sides of the room; on one wall hung a Barden University flag and poster. There was a built-in closet and small bathroom (kinda like the ones you'd see in a small motel) as well. It was a small space, but it would do.

I really valued my privacy.

Before heading to the activities fair the welcoming dude told me about, I noticed a small movement coming from my pile of bags. Suspicious, I unzipped my duffel at the top of the mound. Out popped the head of my Pomsky.

"Colby?!" I gasped, and removed him from my bag. I then proceeded to calling my mother.

"Did you see our surprise?" She asked after picking up on the fourth ring.

"It's a surprise, alright!" I groaned. "Mom, how could you just stuff Colby into my bag like that?! Didn't I say that I was gonna leave him with you?!"

"Well, yes, but he looked so sad when we were packing your things, sweetheart! Besides, pets are allowed there anyway!"

"That's not the point, mom! How do you expect me to take care of him while I'm studying?"

"You know he's no bother. We packed all of his things in some other bag that we unloaded earlier. Bye!" aaaaand she hung up.

I sighed, staring at Colby who was now sitting on my bed, wagging his tail with his tongue sticking out.

"What am I going to do with you?"

He barked in response.

Once I gave him some water, I leashed him and carried him outside. It was still packed in /the corridor/ everywhere.

"Caitlin!"

I turned at the sound of my name, searching for the voice.

"Over here!" Turning to my left, I spotted my good friend Jesse seated with a bunch of guys on the ledge.

"Jesse," I smiled, hugging him. "I didn't know you were in Barden!"

"Just following in their footsteps." He shrugged, referring to his parents. "This is my roommate Benji. Benji, this is Caitlin. We've been family friends since the sixth grade."

I smiled at his friend and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you. This is Colby." I introduced the little guy on my arms, who barked happily. I laughed, and Jess cooed him.

"Nice to meet both of you." He smiled crookedly, nodding.

"These are the rest of the guys: that's Steven, Greg, Hat, Donald, Kolio, and Michael." He pointed them out, and they greeted me in response.

I had to admit, they were all pretty damn gorgeous.

"Hi," I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "I'm terrible with names but nice to meet all of you."

They replied different responses.

"So, what is all this?" I veered my head to read their sign. "Treblemakers?" I enunciated slowly, trying to read it right.

"We're a competitive a capella group." Jess explained.

"Champions in the ICCA's six consecutive times until the Bellas beat us last year." The guy who I think was named Greg replied.

"Is this a competition? Pardon my cluelessness." I chuckled.

"Yeah, it is. The International Championship of Collegiate A Capella." The long-haired brunette dude - Donald? - replied.

"Impressive." I nodded. "Can I hear you guys sing?"

They all lightened up, except for the Indian guy glued to his phone.

"We were just about to, actually." Jesse smiled. "Come up here, Cate. Sit beside Donald."

So that's his name. I set Colby down and some of the guys started cooing him, and I perched myself up the ledge.

"Alright guys, like how we practiced." He rubbed his hands together.

"Get ready to have your mind blown, darlin'," Donald said from beside me, winking and smirking as he kicked himself off.

He started conducting the others and beat boxing to a very familiar tune - they were singing 'Thrift Shop' by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis.

They kept dancing around me as they sang, grabbing the attention of some passerby. Donald, especially, during his raps. I was just sitting there enjoying the experience, laughing at their boyish antics. Even Colby danced along with them, ending up being swooped up by the guy named Kolo...?

When their number ended, the audience was clapping and dispersed. I was whooping and Colby was happily barking and wagging his tail.

"We're good, right?" Hat said cockily.

"You guys were incredible! Those sounds... amazing. I am impressed." I smiled, setting Colby down on my lap.

"Why don't we hear you sing, sugar?" Donald asked, leaning against the space beside me.

"Ohhh no, thanks, I'd rather just be your cheerleader person." I denied, blushing.

"What are you talking about? Of course you can sing. Hey, c'mon." Jesse said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me along.

Colby jumped off my lap and landed into Donald.

"Jess, wait-"I said, reaching out for my dog.

"I've got him!" Donald called, nuzzling Colby.

"This'll only take a sec." Jesse pushed through the crowd, making his way to a table full of girls, again, with different physiques and personalities.

"Jesse," smiled a petite brunette with tons of eyeliner. They shared a quick kiss.

I didn't know he had a girlfriend... And she doesn't really seem his type...

"Becs, this is Caitlin, my friend. Take her for the Bellas?" He asked.

"She has to audition like everyone else, Jesse." She laughed. "I'm Beca, nice to meet you."

I smiled, "likewise. I don't really know why I'm here, though. Are you the other a capella group?" I asked.

"Hell yeah sugar tits, we're the tits." commented an overweight blonde. Sugar tits? "I'm Fat Amy."

I twitched my head, as if I misheard her. "I'm sorry, but fat? Why would you call yourself that?"

"I have my reasons, sugar tits." She sat back down, pulling a cookie from her cleavage. "Cookie?" She offered.

"Uh-no thanks." I politely declined.

She shrugged and popped it in her mouth.

The African-American rolled her eyes and stood, smiling. "I'm Cynthia Rose, this is Stacie, Jessica, and Denise."

"Hi." I smiled widely.

"So can you sing?" Beca asked me.

"Uh, a bit."

"Are you kidding me, Cate?" Jesse commented.

"It's not like I do it all the time." I muttered.

"She's amazing, Becs." Jesse said.

She smiled. "Here, take a flyer. That's when and where auditions will be held. Jessica, hand her the clipboard to sign," Beca instructed, and Jessica gave me the sheet and a pen. "Prepare 'Please Don't Leave Me' by Pink, along with instrumentals." She said, taking retrieving the list when I finished signing. "We'll see you at auditions."

I grinned. Jesse smiled, leaning over the table and whispering something to her ear before kissing her again. We walked back to where the 'Trebles' were (as they called themselves).

"She your girlfriend?" I asked him.

He blushed.

"Yeah. Since last year. Why?"

"At first she seemed a bit too punkish for you, but she seems nice."

"You have to know her to understand her." He chuckled.

We found all the guys cooing Colby and taking selfies with him. I laughed, they were adorable!

"Take him before they decide to kidnap him." The guy - Bryce? - handed Colby to me. "What kind of dog is he anyway?"

"Pomsky. A Pomeranian/Husky mix." I smiled, nuzzling my face into his furry neck.

They 'awww'ed in response. I laughed again. "It was great meeting you guys, but I think I'll take a look at the other stuff. See you all around." I said, greeting them goodbye and promising Jesse a movie marathon.

"I'll walk with you." Donald said, tucking his phone into his pocket and rolling up the sleeves of his cardigan. With his thick-rimmed glasses, he looked like a certified hipster. I blushed when he side-smiled, looking me in the eye.

This guy certainly piqued my interest.

"So, do anything other than singing?" I asked casually, trying to hide the bubbling nerves in the pit of my belly.

He tucked his hands into his pockets. "Well, I do enjoy breathing, and some other things here and there." He joked.

I laughed.

"But seriously, yeah I do some swimming on the side." He smiled.

"Oh so are you also part of that group?" I giggled, pointing at a table with a guy wearing a swimsuit.

"Oh, hell no, those guys are an embarrassment. They joined for one purpose only, and it wasn't to win."

I looked them over again, they seemed to be a little... Well, gay, checking each other out.

"I see what you mean." I chuckled.

"What about you?"

"I only really do schoolwork and go to the gym." I said, and caught myself. "Why am I telling you this." I muttered under my breath.

He chuckled. I looked around surveying the different booths. It was a somewhat comfortable conversation as he gave me pieces of advice if I were to join a certain club, and making jokes along the way.

"Well that was fun, Mister..." I fished.

"My last name's Walsh." He chuckled.

"Nice meeting ya, Walsh, but I better go unpack now." I smiled, shaking his hand.

"Before you go, maybe I could give you my number should you need any help? And maybe we could set up a date? Just throwing that out there." Donald smoothly pulled me closer.

I giggled. "I left my phone in my room."

His face fell a bit and he clutched his chest dramatically. "Like a dart to my heart. Well, I'm sure I'll be able to see you soon. Hard to miss such a pretty face." He smirked.

I cocked my eyebrow. "Alright then. Bye." I said.

A/N: Please let me know what you guys think in the reviews; it would mean a lot. I also have a lot more chapters done, so I'd be more than happy to post them if I get a good number of views/reviews/follows. Make sure to follow it to get updated when I do!