A/N: Hi guys! This is my first PP fanfic, it features mostly Beca, Jesse, Aubrey and Chloe. There are also other characters like Emily, Benji, Bumper, Stacie and Fat Amy. It takes place a few months after PP2. I'd like to thank you in advance for reading it and for leaving your reviews. If there's something special you'd like to see let me know, okay? Depending on the success I will post chapter two in a couple of days.

Thank you :)

It was like any other Sunday morning at Jesse Swanson and Beca Mitchell's home in Atlanta. It was 11:30 a.m., but Beca was still sleeping at the bed she had shared with her boyfriend for seven months. The two had decided to move in together after the Worlds, in which Beca had last performed with the Bellas. A long time had gone by, and it seemed as if their years as a Capella singers had happened decades ago. Beca, who worked at the Residual Heat Record Label, still dreamed of becoming a Music Producer. She knew she had a long way ahead, but thanks to her talent she was no longer an intern. Days before, she had been promoted to Producer Assistant, which made her very proud of herself.

Jesse, her boyfriend for almost 4 years, dreamed of becoming a film score composer. He had taken part in a few low budget projects in LA at the same time Beca and the Bellas were getting ready for the Worlds. This had forced them to have a long distance relationship for a while. They found an apartment a few days after he returned, and they had just spent their first Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's Eve at their new home.

That morning was cold, like most of January's mornings. Jesse had woken up early and was making breakfast at the kitchen, but he was having a difficult time with the stove as the gas was starting to run off. His struggle was real as he tried to finish cooking some pancakes on the cheap stove. He served them in two plates, poured some coffee in a couple of cups and sat at the table with everything ready to eat at the moment Beca decided to get up. It wasn't a restaurant-quality breakfast, but they were already used to each other's poor cooking skills.

Their home was a small, one room apartment, which walls and doors were all painted in white and had a wooden floor. The living room had two blue sofas and an armchair the same color, and an impeccable glass table was at the center. The dining room consisted of four chairs around a small table in which Jesse was already sitting. There was a fridge, a stove, an oven and a microwave at the kitchen, besides a couple of worktops and cupboards. The apartment also had a bathroom with a toilet, a shower and a sink. The only bedroom in the place had a King-sized bed with lots of pillows and warm blankets, which were well used during movie nights and winter. A middle size closet and a TV completed the scenario.

Jesse was still waiting for Beca when his phone started ringing over the table.

That's odd. He said to himself as he picked it up. Who could it be on a Sunday?

He didn't recognize the number but decided to answer anyway.

"Hello?"

"Good morning." A female voice answered back from the other side of the line. "Could I speak with Mr. Jesse Swanson, please?"

There was something familiar about the woman's voice, but Jesse couldn't link it to someone in particular.

"That would be me. Who is this?"

"Gail Abernathy-McKadden from the ICCA."

In that moment, it got clear.

"Right! You are the commentator, aren't you?"

"Yes. How are you doing, Mr. Swanson?"

"Oh please, call me Jesse. What can I do for you, Mrs. Abernathy?"

"I'm speaking on behalf of the ICCA to invite you to take part in a special event we are planning for later in the spring. Are you interested?"

In that moment, Beca appeared in the dining room. She was still sleepy but with her face all washed up and her hair tighten up in a ponytail. She was wearing a grey sweatshirt and pants of the same color, and was barefoot. Her dark blue eyes, although tired, were already sparkling with cunning and ingenuity. She was yawning when she kissed Jesse in the forehead. She sat in the chair in front of him and started drinking her coffee.

"A special event? Of what type?"

"I would prefer to discuss the details in person, if you don't mind. To clear out any doubts that might surface, you see."

"Okay then, as you wish."

"Now, I understand you are in a relationship with Ms. Beca Mitchell?"

"I am. Why do you ask?" Jesse was starting to feel curious about the whole thing.

"She is also invited to take part in the project. Are you two available for dinner today? Say, 6:30 p.m?"

Jesse looked at his watch, which read 12:05 p.m.

"Yeah, sure! Where do we see you?"

"Excellent! What about 'The Optimist' at Downtown Atlanta?"

"Well…" Jesse didn't know what to say, as it was a fancy restaurant and he and Beca were on a tight budget. "You'll see Mrs. Abernathy, the thing is at this moment we aren't exactly loaded with money."

"Oh, don't worry about that my child! I'm really interested in getting you two on this project, so tell you what? It's on me."

"That's really not necessary-"

"Nonsense! I'll see you both at 6:30 at 'The Optimist', okay?"

Jesse couldn't help but smile at the woman's insistence. Instead of annoying him, her mysterious enthusiasm was proving to be very funny.

"Okay, we'll see you then."

"Don't be late." Immediately after saying that she hanged off the phone, at the same time Beca put down her empty cup.

"Hey weirdo. Sorry about that." Jesse said, as he threw his phone to the sofa and leaned forward to give her a kiss on the lips.

"Who was it?" she asked him.

"Gail Abernathy-McKadden, from the ICCA."

Beca looked at him, curious."The commentator? What did she want?"

"To invite us to take part in a special event later in the spring."

"An a Capella event?"

"I don't know, she wouldn't say. Although I guess it has something to do with it, otherwise why would she be the one calling? She said she preferred to discuss it in person, so we are meeting her for dinner at 6:30 at 'The Optimist'."

"That's fancy."

"She insisted. I'm really curious about what this might all be about."

"Maybe they want us to be judges at this year's Nationals." She joked.

"Maybe."

Beca looked at their breakfast and couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"I thought we had decided not to try cooking ever again."

"I know, I know! It's just I couldn't help it. Just try it and tell me what you think; a hundred percent honest."

She took her knife and fork and cut a small piece of the pancake. She ate it and her face remained neutral. After passing it out, she stared at him.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Do you want me to lie because I'm your girlfriend?"

"Absolutely not."

Beca smiled and leaned forward to give him a kiss.

"You are such a weirdo."