So, this needed like an official ending and here it is.

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Epilogue

During the dinner the two women shared, Beca wondered why she hadn't gone out with a woman sooner. It wasn't a necessarily a date, but, in a way, it was. Or at least that's sort of how Beca felt about it.

She had been on quite a few dates in her life time and they were always awkward. With men, it seems like there's an expectation of sort: from both parties. When she and Jesse first went out, they both knew sort of what it meant.

They went to some typical place and got a typical meal. She sat there and listened to him drone on about movie soundtracks, all while trying to look somewhat attractive while eating her overcooked french-fries. It's not that it wasn't a good first date but, it seemed like, when you finally say yes to someone (or make out with them at a national competition) they then wanna know like everything about you. Like woah man, this is the first date, you don't need to know my childhood story or even my middle name.

But this was just, comfortable. Like Luisa didn't even ask her anything. Most of the important things just kind of came up. And Beca thoroughly enjoyed scarfing down the pasta she had ordered. She even managed to spill some sauce on her but she didn't really care. They both just laughed. And then Luisa basically missed her mouth and spilled water on herself. Another good laugh.

It was all so easy. But that's probably because they weren't thinking of the bigger picture. Beca was still with Jesse, which was one thing she just didn't wanna deal with, especially since she couldn't do it in person. On top of that mess, she was starting tomorrow as an assistant music producer, which is probably just an actual music producer's lil bitch.

Luisa noticed that, toward the end of the dinner, Beca seemed a little different. She was staring at her empty plate more and was just kind of giggling at whatever she was saying.

"What's wrong?" Beca's head raised at the question.

"Nothing." Beca tried but noticed the 'yeah right' look on Luisa's face.

"Thinking about Jesse again?"

"Yeah, it's not like this is a date or anything but, at the same time, we're making a connection like we would on a date and I'm learning all these little things about you and thinking how cute you are and… I don't even feel bad about it."

"Well, I just think that means that you would rather be with me. Which you've already basically said." Luisa smiled and Beca couldn't help but return it.

"You're right." Beca giggled.

"Beca, I'm not going to rush you, okay? You take the time to figure out what you need to do and focus on your work and such. It's not like I'm going back to Germany this time. I'll still be here when you figure it all out." Her voice was soft but sincere which made Beca's heart swell a bit.

"Well damn. You're attractive as fuck and you also sweet as shit... Do you have any flaws like at all?" Beca tried a bit to lighten the mood.

"Correct me if I am wrong, but I do not believe shit smells very sweet." Luisa looked puzzled and Beca laughed at her.

"It's just a think we American's say." Beca was still laughing. When she stopped, she continued. "Thank you though, seriously."

Kommissar smiled, "Beca, you are very special to me. I will wait for that."

Beca blushed a little. She was still wondering how she got so lucky.

The two women stood and walked out the door. Once outside, it got a little awkward because neither of them necessarily knew what to do with the other. They both wanted to kiss. They both wanted to touch each other.

Kommissar took the lead. She held her arms out for a hug. Beca didn't hesitate before she stepped in to the woman's embrace.

It didn't last long, the hug. It would have been too hard to leave it had it lasted any longer. So, they split. But before they did, Luisa kissed Beca on the cheek and whisper, "I'll wait for you." In her ear before they parted.

The whisper sent shivers down the shorter woman's spine and she instantly thought of the blonde whispering in her ear whilst naked and in her bed. 'Not a good thought.' Beca's train of thoughts continued as she felt some butterflies in her stomach… and lower.

With that, the two women went their separate ways. Beca didn't know when she would see Luisa again but she was hoping it would be somewhat soon. But first, she's got some things to take care of.

~~/\/\~~

She went the next few days without much contact with her barely there boyfriend. He had said that he would be in Atlanta this weekend so that would be nice. Beca was frustrated, however, with Jesse so she knew this wasn't going to go well. She had a job and was working outside of work but she still managed to have time to contact him, would have even had time to talk on the phone or Skype. He couldn't be that busy.

She held her anger in for the remainder of the week, like any woman. She was on edge right now, and anything, namely anything Jesse could say would probably set her off.

She paced around her room. He was late. Naturally, he was fucking late. She was getting more and more angry. That's when he knocked. She attempted a smile.

She opened the door to find him mostly hidden behind a huge thing of flowers. Typical man. He emerged from behind the flowers with a giddy smile.

"Hey baby." He sounded excited but there was something missing. It was a certain level of comfort they had always had. He was nervous.

"Hey." She couldn't hide her lack of excitement.

"You aren't happy to see me?" He held out his arms as if for an embrace as his face fell to an openly nervous smile.

"I am, I just." She accepted the embrace. "I just feel like I haven't talked to you in forever really."

"Yeah, Becs. Oh my god this place is so awesome and I'm getting so much experience and the people I work with are awesome and they have the nicest things and…"

She had already tuned him out. "And you work twenty four, seven?" There it was. She was mad and she wasn't into hiding it anymore.

"Beca, you were the one that didn't wanna be attached at the phone."

"That doesn't mean a lousy text MAYBE once a day, Jesse. I think I'm worth a little more than that!"

"I'm sorry baby. Well do better this next time, I probably won't be back until…"

"I can't do this anymore. Firstly, you said that you would 'do better' three times already via text. You haven't called me in two weeks. I can't do it. I thought I could but I can't. I won't."

"Beca, you're blowing this out of proportion. It hasn't…"

"It has!" She can't take it. She was already convinced and there was no swaying her mind now.

He stepped away from her, hands on his head and beginning a pace pattern around her couch. He was getting frustrated now and this was his way of trying to let it go before they both ended screaming at each other.

"I love you." He said, stopping his walk and looking at her.

"But is that enough, Jesse? Don't tell me you think this is going well and you want to keep doing it?"

He looked away from her, down to the ground. She didn't know what this meant. They sat in silence for a bit.

"Can you say something, please." She was sick of the silence. It was gonna make her go crazy, more so than she already was.

He looked at her and away again. There was something he wasn't saying.

"Beca, you're right. This isn't how I thought this would all go. Everything there is so much more than I anticipated. They have even talked about promoting me and sending me to California to meet up with some of their executives."

"Jesse, I'm proud of you. So proud. But when were you thinking of telling me that? That is a huge change, not to mention the fact it's on the other side of the country." He voice was much more mellow now.

"I didn't want to be the one to end this." He still wasn't looking her in the eye. "I worked so hard to get you and now… I didn't feel I had the right."

She didn't know how to take this, at first. After a few seconds of thought, she said.

"So you wanted me to be the bad guy?"

"No. This doesn't make you the bad guy. It makes you the practical one. You knew that was always your role." He walked towards her.

"That may be the stupidest thing I have ever heard, Jesse. I told you when we started this relationship that, if you ever had a problem, don't hesitate to confront it."

"Isn't that what you did though? You didn't want this from the beginning." He was standing in front of her now, arms loosely crossed.

"Yeah, but I thought it would be different." She was getting to the point where she was just tired of it all and that made her sad. She loved this man, but she couldn't be in love with this man when he was 6 time zones away. She couldn't even do one.

He opened his arms once again. This was going to be it, the final hug. She didn't know if she wanted to accept. She did.

It lasted longer this time.

He smelled different. Like he had changed one of the main products he used. It was different. It wasn't him… or at least it wasn't the him she knew.

She stepped back but didn't drop her arms, neither did he.

They looked at each other for a minute.

He spoke first, "I'm sorry it happened this way."

"Me too." She had already braced herself for this, there were no tears involved as there probably would have been.

The embraced once again and pulled back. "I should probably get going." He said, dropping his arms and turning to see where he had placed his things.

…

…

That's when she saw it. It was faint, but it was there, hidden well under his polo collar, far enough back that could only have been seen during on over exertion of the neck.

"Jesse." He looked back at her sullenly. She didn't feel the need to acknowledge it but she felt the anger in her swell. "I've been seeing someone. A woman." She wasn't ashamed nor sorry about it.

He didn't look shocked but he looked hurt. And then he looked mad.

"So what, this has to do with that? You're gay now?"

"Not at all."

"Then why, do tell?"

"Because I think you would like to know from me… rather than finding an almost well-hidden hickey under my collar." Her hands were on her hips now.

His hand flew up to the guilty site.

"And you almost got away with it." She gave a half-hearted laugh that was meant to be very sarcastic but sounded more upset than she wanted.

"Beca, I…" He stopped when she raised her hand.

"Jesse. We're both guilty. It's fine." She paused, unsure of what to say. "I think it would be best if you left now."

"Yeah, you're right." He grabbed his things and started toward the door. "I wish you all the best Beca. And I hope she is everything you want. Truly." The air was tense. This was probably the best way this could have all happened.

"You, too." She replied right as he left the room. The door shut and she felt nothing except numb.

It was an odd feeling, numbness. Its always weird when you know you should be feeling something but yet there is nothing.

She sat staring at the wall for a decent amount of time until she began to wonder how long was acceptable until she could contact Luisa. It had been a few days since she spoke to her and she already missed her. Yup, she was in pretty deep.

She couldn't help herself. She grabbed her phone and her fingers took over. Soon her phone was ringing and a faint 'hello?' could be heard repeatedly.

It took a second to realize she was calling; she brought it to her face.

"Hi." She said with a smile.

"Hey Beca, I thought you hadn't meant to call me." Luisa gave a little laugh.

"No, I did. I guess I just didn't realize I did… that doesn't make sense." Her voice was soft and quiet.

"Beca, what's wrong?"

"I broke up with Jesse. Turns out he was cheating on me too." She couldn't hide the falter in her voice.

"Too?"

"Yeah. I mean, like I was cheating on him so he was cheating on me too."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"No, no!" She did not want her to feel bad about this at all. This was all her doing. "Luisa, I have no regrets about how this has happened. Especially knowing what I do now. I want this… I want you."

The German woman was quiet for a few seconds. "Thank goodness." She breathed out and you could hear the smile on her lips through the phone. "For some awful reason, my brain decided it wanted to think you would change your mind or something." She gave a small giggle.

"Nope, you're stuck with me now." Beca gave a full laugh. "Wanna hang out? I can show you some hidden gems around the city. I need to get out right now anyway."

"Yes, that sounds great!" The excitement was very evident. "I can meet you at your place in like fifteen minutes?"

"Sounds good, I'll text you the address." Beca smiled as they said their, 'see you soons' and hung up the phone.

~~/\/\~~

Luisa arrived about five minutes before she had estimated, which was fine. She admitted to having a bit of a heavy foot when she gets excited.

The two women stared at each other for a few awkward seconds before Beca took the lead. She practically jumped Kommissar with her kisses. They were hard and desperate before softening and slowing down.

"God, I missed you." Luisa said breathily. Her mouth returned to the shorter woman's and continued its movements.

"Yes." Was all Beca could say in the time she could bear to pry herself away from Luisa's mouth. The whole thing was that much sweeter now that she didn't have that inner guilt of being with Jesse. She could tell Luisa was more relaxed into the kiss as well and that made her very happy.

They kissed for some time and in that duration, Beca compared this to Jesse. It didn't take her long to come to agree with herself that this was much better than with Jesse.

She thought of how soft, how precise Luisa's movements were: how her hands seemed to move in some sort of rhythmic pattern that was driving Beca insane.

Beca soon noticed that Luisa made her almost forget all about Jesse. She knew it probably wouldn't be long before she loved or even fell in love with this woman.

She was going to be the death of her.

And almost as if she was reading her mind, Luisa broke the kiss and looked Beca in the eye and said, "When it's right, there's no need for confusion, no need for heartache. Just you and me seeing where this all takes us. And I don't know about you, but I think this might end well."

All Beca could do to reply was smile at the blonde.

There's a happy ending out there for everyone.