First off, here be a sequel. Go read Not Everything is Cinnamon and Sexual Confusion first or this makes no sense.

Secondly, holy shit, guys. I've literally never had a response like the one I had for the last fic and then this sequel. Like I don't think a day past without someone asking me on here or on tumblr when I'd release the sequel. Like I don't even know what to say. I'm so beyond happy that you guys liked the first story THAT much. So 3 I hope you guys like this just as much. And with that, enjoy.

Beca groaned as her phone went off. She was going to kill whoever was on the other end of the line. Didn't they realize it was before noon? What respectable person was up before noon?

She fumbled around on the nightstand for her phone and stabbed the answer button. "Hello?" she growled out.

"Ah, little mouse, glad to see the first phone call actually woke you up this time," Mina's phone came through the phone.

Beca groaned again. "It can't be nine."

"Well, for you, yes. For me, no, but I believe you already knew that."

"Yeah, yeah, you've been up for hours. Don't rub it in my face that it's morning here and evening there. I'll call you at like four a.m. or something to get you back."

"Mmm, I believe that would be a very bad idea, little mouse. You believe I am scary when I lead DSM, but me woken up in the middle of the night might be worse."

"I don't believe you." She stretched, letting out a vaguely sexual noise. Her mind flashed back to that glorious few days in Copenhagen where Mina had actually invoked real sexual noises. She shivered. Two months, one week, and two days until Mina was beside her once again.

She sat up and started to gather her stuff for today. Another Saturday wasted to real estate hunting. If she didn't actually love Mina she would have flown to Germany and shoved her off the nearest cliff for being so picky. She had found something she was happy with the first week she was there and had all the free time in the world to look before she started her job, but Mina had rejected every single thing she'd seen.

"I think that would be foolish, not to believe me."

Beca mumbled out a non-answer. She hit the speaker button and started to pull on her clothes. "Where am I looking today?" she asked, tugging her shirt into place.

"Key Lakes, Blue Marina, City Metroplex, and a few places that aren't in apartment complexes," Mina said.

"Anyone of those really suit your fancy just from what's online or is this another mission where I'm going to have to take so many snapchat pictures it isn't going to be funny?" She hopped into her pants and sat down to throw on some socks.

"City Metroplex looked promising. It was well within our price range, close to both the school and your job, and had nice modern architecture."

Ugh, modern architecture. Beca hated modern architecture, but as long as it had a decent kitchen and bedroom she was willing to brush that fact off. She just wanted a place to call her own and to not live out of a hotel room. Over two weeks was getting to be a little much.

"Did it have any amenities?"

"In apartment laundry and there was gym which I thought was a lovely addition."

Beca nodded along. Not bad. One for two things that she wanted, really, but a pool wasn't a make or break issue. Or at least she didn't think it would be. She would probably think differently when it got to be a 105 degrees, but that was beside the point.

"Ok cool, you texted me the schedule and everything?"

"Of course, liebling. I did that before I called you."

"Awesome, you're completely awesome, beautiful."

"Thank you, I do try."

Beca snorted and rolled her eyes. "Believe me, that I do know." She finished tying up her shoes. "How long do I have until the first appointment?"

"An hour and a half."

"Cool. So how was your day?" Beca got up and started to scrounge around for a granola bar.

"It was nice. Practice went well. Pieter's new arrangements seem to work well with the talent we have and Emma's choreography is coming together to match it."

"Does it still feel weird that you're not dancing and singing with them when they run the set?" Beca crowed triumphantly as she finally found the box of granola bars she'd hidden away for later.

"A bit, but it's getting easier. It wasn't as if I never stood off to the side to assess errors, but it was never continually. Though being outside the entire time it's been much easier to catch errors before they've become a habit. Everything is progressing faster because of that, so there was tradeoffs I suppose." Beca could practically hear Mina shrug.

"You don't have rehearsal tomorrow right?"

"No, of course not, it's Sunday."

"Skype tomorrow morning your time, you adorable early bird?" She shucked the wrapper off the granola bar an bit off a bite, crumbs going everywhere. Of course she'd like the damn granola bars that were the messiest. She said a silent sorry to the maids that were going to have to clean this room. She'd leave it as neat as she could, but she could still see some poor person finding crumbs everywhere and cursing her name.

"I can tell you about everything that the pictures don't show then."

Mina's voice was soft. "I would like that very much. I miss your face already."

Beca bit back a smile. Mina was always open with her, but somewhere in the back of her mind Beca knew that it required a huge amount of trust on Mina's part, and Beca was glad that she was on the receiving end of such faith.

"Yeah, me too." She sighed as she thought about the countdown again. "How many days exactly?"

"Sixty-nine for both of us at the moment."

Beca, of course, had to snicker like some teenage boy.

"What's so funny about that?"

Fuck, of course that would be one of the few things that Mina didn't know in the English language. Sex terms were so awkward to talk about. She would totally like to demonstrate this one instead. She groaned again for an entirely different reason. Jesus. She needed Jesus.

"Um, sixty-nine is a slang term for when two people give each other oral at the same time. Supposedly you look like the numbers six and nine while doing it, but I don't know where that really came from." She could feel herself blushing bright red. She took another bite of her granola bar and hoped that this conversation would take a completely different direction. Like right then.

"Mmm," Mina hummed, low enough that the phone almost didn't catch the sound properly. "That sounds like a lovely position. Perhaps we will try it out when I arrive?"

Beca could imagine the damn smirk that went with that too, and it totally wasn't helping her predicament. "Jesus, you know I have to leave the hotel room today, right?"

"Ja, but what fun would it be if I didn't play with my little mouse?"

"Mina," she whined.

"Fine, fine, I suppose I will quit. For now."

Mina was totally determined to make this the three most sexually frustrating months of her life, Beca just knew it. She would return the favor, but whereas Mina was almost made of stone when she was teasing Beca, Beca would just end up frustrating herself too in the process.

"Evil, evil woman."

"That I have never denied."

Beca shook herself. Right. She had to put this conversation back on track herself then. "So anything else exciting happen today?"

"Not really, Mama and Papa have been home for an hour or so. Claudia was off with her friends for most of the day. Mama is making dinner right now, so we'll all have diner together in a while. Other than that, I've just been lazing around the house alone."

"I can hardly see you just lazing around the house. What were you reading some scientific journal in your spare time and calling that lazing around the house?"

"What's wrong with that?" There was a cocked eyebrow implied in the tone of Mina's voice.

Beca paused for just a second. "Oh my god, that's totally what you did, isn't it?"

"It might have been," Mina said with just a hint of defensiveness to her tone.

"That's super great for you, engel, but most people wouldn't call that lazing around. That's usually considered work. Considering I would need a dictionary for like every other word and Google for everything else, it would definitely be work for me."

"You've taken one college chemistry class, of course it would be work for you. It's always a great amount of work to understand concepts you have no basis of knowledge for," Mina said. "Though, to be honest, there are still some things that even I have to read two or three times to really understand. Everyone has a specialty and while I have all the foundation work to understand what they're saying, there are still concepts that take some time to sink it. Academics like to pretend that they understand everything on first glance, but it's untrue."

"Nice to know. But you're brilliant, so."

"And you are brilliant in a different way, liebling. The way your brain works with music is fascinating and I have absolute faith you will go far in your field, just as you believe that I will go far within mine."

Beca smiled softly. "Smooth talker."

"That would imply a level of insincerity."

"I didn't mean the insincerity part. It's just that you always seem to know what to say sometimes. Other times you're about as eloquent as a brick wall, but then again since my permanent setting around you is babbling I can't really say anything."

Mina laughed into the phone, the distance distorting the sound, but Beca still felt warmth blossom within her.

"We make quite the pair."

"Yeah, we do." Beca crumpled up the wrapper from her granola bar and sighed. She probably should get going so she could get to the first place on time, but she didn't want to stop talking to Mina. Then again she never wanted to stop talking to Mina, so there really wasn't a change there. Oi, she had gone from completely a loner to clingy as fuck in just over four years. It was totally all the Bellas fault to, though if she ever told them that they would just smile at her and look proud of themselves, especially Fat Amy and Chloe.

As if reading her mind Mina said, "You need to go, little mouse. The first place is across town from your hotel and it will take you the better part of an hour to get there."

Beca sighed. "At least it isn't rush hour really anymore. Small favors." She grabbed up her car keys and wallet and looked around the room to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything ridiculously important.

"I tried to arrange it so the apartments you're looking at today will range from farthest away from your hotel to closest, so even if you take a good while, you shouldn't be stuck in evening rush hour long."

"You're too good to me."

"Never, mouse."

Beca bit her lip, knowing that she should say goodbye, but putting it off for just a few seconds longer. She wouldn't get to talk to Mina again until later at night. Snapchats and texts were nice, but they weren't any replacement for Mina's voice, even distorted by thousands of miles.

Of course, Mina's mother took the choice of actually hanging up from her. There was yelling in the background, and even if Beca couldn't actually hear what was being said on the other end of the line, the tone was clear enough. Dinner was ready and Mina had to go eat with her family.

"Guess that's our cue to hang up then," Beca said, walking for the door of her room.

"Yes, it is. I believe she made my and Claudia's favorite dish. I will have to fight her for it."

Beca laughed. "Go do that. By the time you're done hopefully the first round of picture will be there for you to critique."

"Wonderful, auf wiedersehen kleine maus."

"Bye, engel." Beca finally pulled the phone away from her face and hit end just as the door to the elevator opened. She got in the car and punched the button for the ground floor, sighing and looking at her phone. Their conversations were never long enough. She wasn't sure they'd ever be long enough, even when Mina was actually in LA.

She shook herself when the elevator hit the ground floor and walked out to her car. Traffic wasn't bad and she got to the first place, Blue Marina, with a few minutes to spare. Beca found a parking space and hopped out, heading for the super's office. She looked around as she went. The place looked nicer than some of the places she'd been to. It was all white stucco and palm trees around. She could see herself living here, even if it was a little bit of a pain in the ass for both her and Mina to get to their respective jobs, school, whatever.

The super showed her up to the apartment and just stood off to the side, looking annoyed that she was even existing near him. Beca pulled out her phone and texted Mina immediately.

"Before I start sending pics, the super here kinda seems like he would be an asshole if we ever had any problems. Like he's standing off to the side, crossed arms and bad attitude right now."

Mina texted her back before she could open snapchat to start sending pictures. "Well then, look around and take pictures like you're actually considering, ask a few questions, and then leave. We do not need to live in an apartment complex that will treat us like dogs."

In this Mina, really did have a point. Beca made a face and started to look around. "Ok, prepare for pic spam then."

Beca took pictures of the kitchen. She was glad that the super had been an ass because the cabinets in this kitchen were abysmal, and maybe a little bit out of her reach, but that had nothing to do with why she didn't like them. There just weren't many of them and the fact that there was a nice island and that the kitchen was at least decently sized didn't make up for it. Where the hell would they put things without cabinets?

The living room/dining area took most of the hit size-wise for the kitchen being bigger. Beca's snapchat titles were along the lines of "I don't even think a mouse could fit in here" to which Mina of course replied that there already was a mouse in there. Beca rolled her eyes and continued into bedroom and bathroom. She took a picture of herself in the bathroom mirror with her tongue sticking out. "Don't think this bathroom's been cleaned in a while, ew."

She made her way out into the main living area again to see the super was still leaning against the wall, bad attitude and all. Beca took a breath.

"So, are there any amenities with the apartment, or is what I see what I get?"

"Laundry's downstairs, pool in the middle of the complex, and there's an AC."

Oh boy when air conditioning made the list of amenities in LA Beca always cringed. "All right then. I have a bunch more places to look today, but I'll keep this in mind."

The guy rolled his eyes and motioned Beca through the door. Beca obliged and said a last goodbye before fleeing. She pulled out her phone once more and brought up her texts with Mina.

"K, so I'm glad I didn't actually have to consider that apartment because it really was sort of crappy."

"I agree."

"Here's hoping the next one is better or today is going to be another bust. :( I really don't want to live in a hotel forever."

"It will work out, liebling. We will find the place we belong."

"I already found the place I belong, and it's in your perfectly toned arms. I just want a nice place for us to live, you know?" Beca threw her phone in her seat as she started up her car and made her way to the next place.

Key Lakes looked a little worse for wear, but not super bad. Beca could live with it. She grabbed her phone up and looked at Mina's reply.

"Now who's being the smooth talker? But as I said, we will find it. I have more lists in case today does not work, as much as I know that you don't want to be in that hotel room, mouse, I know you will appreciate the search when you walk into the right apartment and babble on to me about why it's perfect."

Beca sighed. Yeah, she was right, but damn it, why did she have to be right? And it was amazing how her version of good enough had turned into this vision of perfect because she wanted everything for her and Mina to work out like some sort of Disney fairytale that she hadn't actually watched yet. She ran her hand through her hair and walked into yet another super's office.

This super was a nice middle aged lady. Beca liked her immediately, but unfortunately the apartment she showed her, not so much. The first snapchat Beca sent Mina with just the title, kitchen garnered an immediate text back from Mina with NO in capital letters. Beca walked around the apartment a little more, but really it was a little bit too grungy, and a lot too small to do. She asked all the right questions and smiled and talked to the woman some more before she took her leave with as sincere a promise as she could make that she'd really consider the place.

"God, I really hate being social sometimes," Beca sent as she made her way back out to her car. "It's just, she was so nice and I really don't want to disappoint her or anything and I don't even know her. Jesus, this is exhausting."

"You're too good for the world sometimes."

"Oh don't pretend like you aren't a huge teddy bear under the whole Kommissar persona."

"Only for you," Mina sent back before Beca threw her car in gear and set off towards the first of the apartments that wasn't in a complex.

The neighborhood wasn't the greatest but then again for the price range they were looking for, she wasn't sure that anything outside of an apartment complex would be in the greatest place. Beca bit the inside of her lip. She could totally imagine Mina going all super protective of her if they lived anywhere even vaguely sketchy. She could already hear the words 'but you are so tiny someone could take you so easily' coming out of Mina's mouth. That would be slightly cute and also slightly nightmare-ish. She was, after all, a grown adult. She could take care of herself. She had pepper spray for a reason, damn it.

"Here we go again," she sent Mina. "After this I'm grabbing something to eat. I'm starving."

"That would not happen, mouse, if you actually ate a real breakfast instead of those measly granola bars."

Beca groaned. The breakfast lecture. Not again. The second she had told Mina that she only really ate granola bars for breakfast was the second she signed her own death warrant, she was sure.

"It's all I have time for, and no I don't want to hear the 'get up sooner, little mouse, and you would have time' part of this conversation. I like sleep. Not all of us get up at seven in the morning like it's fucking natural. :P"

"Suit yourself mouse."

Beca rolled her eyes and put her phone aside. She was sure that this would be revisited basically every day they lived together, but for now that was over two months away and she was going to use her get out of jail free cars while she damn well could.

The apartment itself wasn't bad, save for the fact that they'd have to go to a laundromat down the block for clean clothes. The kitchen was nice and big, but the rest of the apartment didn't suffer for it, the bathroom actually had both a shower and a nice sized tub which Beca immediately snapped a picture to Mina with the title "I think I know some things that we could do here ;)"

Mina immediately snapped back a picture of her in the mirror, only her bra on and a smirk. "Really, mouse? Like bathe?" Another picture later showed Mina with a towel around her shoulders, sans bra. Beca swallowed hard and prayed to god that the old man showing her the place wouldn't come up behind her for the glorious ten seconds she was staring at that picture. Beca almost forgot to read the caption, "Like I am about to? Brb."

Yup, Mina was out to kill her. Jesus. She shook herself and kept sending pictures of everything. She thanked the old man and asked for his favorite restaurant around. If she was considering the place she might as well get a look at what the food around tasted like. Good restaurants would only up the place on the list of possibles from today. If Mina continued to agree once she was out of the shower anyway.

She grabbed some pretty awesome tacos from the place the man had recommended and headed on her way. Awesome food, check, at least from one place. The next place was another free standing apartment, in a nicer neighborhood, but it was smaller. Even with on sight laundry Beca wasn't super pleased.

She opened her messages from Mina as her phone vibrated. She had taken a damn long time in the shower. And then her mind was off on just what Mina could have been doing in the shower for so long and her mind was gone. Jesus, she needed to focus on this apartment hunt, not on what Mina's hands were up to in the shower.

"The place you were just at has potential, I agree. Continue to look at everything today, but if there's nothing else that strikes our fancy I suggest we go with that one."

Beca almost jumped for joy, but that would be a little weird in front of a little Hispanic woman who was even shorter than she was. She might question Beca's sanity. Which probably wasn't hard to do anyway. Whatever.

"You loving anything about this place?" Beca asked over a picture of the living room. It was furnished with a mishmash of things that did not go together, but furniture was furniture she guessed.

"Not particularly." Was over a picture of Mina's frowning face, her hair wet down around her shoulders and a towel covering her body. There was another picture a second later showing Mina with her eyebrow raised. "And why is that chair such a godawful color?"

She had to mean the orange one that looked like someone had puked it up. Beca sent back a selfie of her shrugging before she turned to the lady and said she'd seen enough.

The last of the free standing apartments for the day took the cake as worst of the day. The outside as falling apart and if she had thought the super of the first place had been bad the actual interrogation that the guy put her through about her ability to 'pay the damn rent' made that seem laughable. She wished Mina was there to scare the absolute shit out of him, but she was still almost six thousand miles away, so that wasn't going to happen. She just smiled at him, told him to go fuck himself, and walked away. It probably wasn't impressive, but at least it made her feel a little better.

"Yeah, ok, have you been looking at reviews of the supers of these places? Because if you haven't please start. Not that this is an issue anymore if we take that once place, but for future reference."

"What happened, mouse?" Mina sent almost instantly.

"Just another asshole. It's nothing horrible. I dealt with it. But you aren't getting any pictures of that last apartment let's say that. If the inside was as bad as the outside you didn't want any, anyway."

"I see. At least the end is near, liebling."

"Ja, it is, thank god." Beca just stared at the text message, realizing that she'd actually used ja instead of yes without any conscious decision on her part. Mina was rubbing off on her, it seemed.

She put her phone away and drove to the last place, the one that Mina had mentioned she already had hopes for. Maybe it would be better than the one apartment. Maybe it wouldn't. For once it actually didn't matter. They probably had a place to live. She was ready to get her nonexistent pom poms out just for that.

City Metroplex was as Mina described, all modern architecture and clean lines and angles. It wasn't horrible looking, at least. Whoever had designed it had erred on the side of caution when designing, probably realizing it was a fucking apartment complex and now a work of art, and had stayed away from anything really fucking crazy. She could live with it.

The older black woman who came out to greet her had a nice big smile. Beca relaxed a little bit. She wasn't going to shouted at thank you Jesus.

"Hi there, you must be Beca, nice to meet you. I'm Denise." She stuck out a hand which Beca shook immediately. "Come on up and I'll show you the apartment we have open. Lovely little place. You said you'd be sharing with your girlfriend, yes?"

"Actually she's the one who filled out all the paperwork. I'm the one who got the job of going to look at everything."

Denise chuckled. "Well, it's always good to divide up the labor, dear. But the apartment is perfect for a first couple's apartment. There's enough space that you both can have your own area without feeling like you're stepping all over each other. And if you like to cook the kitchens here are divine. Laundry's in the apartment, which is always a plus, I hear, and the gym is open twenty-four seven. It's not a big place, a few treadmills, an entire set of free weights, a couple weight machines, a stair stepper, and room for aerobics or whatever you want, it's not much, but it gets the job done." She looked over her shoulder at Beca and smiled.

Beca smiled back, glad that for once she wasn't the one doing the talking. It was nice after a day of prying out details from other supers.

The woman led them to a door and opened it. Beca stepped through and stopped. Wow. Holy, wow. The modern outside had translated into a rather open floor plan in the apartment. The kitchen, living room, and dining area were all one room technically, but the island served as a divider for the kitchen, and the dining room part was section off cleverly a half wall with a few cabinets for storing whatever. Beca felt as if there were almost three rooms, but she wasn't cramped inside each one.

"This is the nicest thing I've seen all day," Beca said to Denise, immediately pulling out her phone and taking pictures.

"I bet. The real estate scene around town is sometimes rather dreadful at best," Denise said, stepping into the apartment and shutting the door behind them.

After watching Beca take pictures for a few minutes, Denise spoke up again. "You know, dear, you can always come back with your girlfriend and see the place again. There's no need for all the pictures if you don't want."

"Uh, yeah, I would totally have dragged her to at least a few by now, we've been looking for two weeks, but she's in Germany until the school year starts, so." Beca shrugged.

"Ah, then snap away. Always important to keep your significant other informed and happy."

"Definitely." She finished taking pictures of the kitchen, which Beca wanted to find a baking pan right now and set to work making a batch of cookies right then, the place was that damn awesome. She moved on to the bedroom, looking at the extra doors in the hall with curiosity, but leaving them for later. Denise followed behind her serenely, content to let Beca explore on her own while being available for questions.

The bedroom was just as open as the living room, giving it the same airy feel. Beca felt relaxed just walking in the place. Before her she saw the space scattered with her things, mixed with Mina's, the bed unmade and extremely comfy looking. She blinked again and the image was gone, but the feeling of home didn't leave her. She sent a snap to Mina with the caption "Home sweet home?" over it.

She went on exploring. The bathroom was nice, though sans tub. She thought she could live with that with everything else. The shower stall, however, still looked big enough for shenanigans if they wanted, and really she had to stop thinking about stuff like this. It had only been three weeks, not an eternity since she'd last gotten laid. Her hormones needed to stop.

Beca walked out of the bedroom and back towards the other doors. She opened one. The area was small, not really big enough for a bedroom and a little too big for a closet. She peeked her head out at Denise. "What are these rooms?"

"They're technically meant for storage, but it's up to you, dear. I've seen people use them for walk in closets, for small offices, bedrooms, though I imagine that was rather cramped, that's why we only advertise this was a one bedroom, and everything in-between. Sky's the limit, as they say. These are what I meant by you both can have your own space. There is one for each of you."

Beca smiled and took a picture. "Extra rooms, study 4 you and office 4 me?"

A second later Mina was calling her. "Mouse, that one, this is the one."

Beca laughed. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking too."

"I'm glad we are on the same page. Go sign the paperwork then to make it completely official and let me know of the details."

"Will do. I love you."

"Ich liebe dich, mouse." Mina hung up.

Beca turned back to Denise. "So, we're gonna take it." She smiled.

"I thought you would, dear. Come on and we'll get the paperwork started. I imagine you're eager to move in."

"You have no idea." Beca followed the woman out of the apartment with a giant smile on her face. Finally, no hotel living for her. She may have danced when Denise wasn't looking, but there were no witnesses, so it was fine. She had an apartment. No, she and Mina had an apartment. And it was a great feeling.