AN: As always I own nothing pertaining to Pitch Perfect. The plot is mine same with the errors... those are mine as well.

"When Beckham woke up he was alone. He found the note on the pillow beside him advising that the two women had gone back to their apartment to change and that everything was already set up for the initiation night redux. They had written that they also expected him to be dressed appropriately and that jeans and a hoodie or one of his flannel shirts were not acceptable to wear for the night, not if he wanted to keep the two hottest seniors at Barden. He laughed at the words before getting up and having a shower. He decided to wear a pair of his comfortable black khakis, a t-shirt a shade lighter than his eyes, a vest and his leather jacket. He had his sister help him with wrapping his ribs. He Skyped with his son wishing him good night and promising that both he and Blayze would see him tomorrow. Once Blayze was ready they left their dorm and went for a quick bite to eat before heading to the amphitheatre and getting Blayze set up for the night. After many eye rolls and mock suffering sighs, she plays Boot Scootin Boogie for her brother as he finished tapping a couple of kegs then after some serious puppy dog eyes he got her to line dance with him. She knew it made her look like a dork but again she knew it would make him smile, it's what they always did for one another. Soon enough the music brought out the others and they had joined in the dance. Aubrey and Chloe had been at the top of the theatre with the rest of the Bella's and watched with smiles on their faces.

"Who's the hottie with shortie? He's got that whole bad boy thing going for him." Stacie asked.

"Down girl. That's Blayze's twin brother and he's spoken for." Aubrey answered the tall brunette.

"We'll see. I told you," Stacie replied, not actually paying attention to what was said and gestured at her crotch. "He's a hunter." Aubrey bristled at the younger girl's words but Chloe, realizing that Stacie hadn't paid attention to what was said, grabbed Aubrey's arm and lightly squeezed it with a head shake before leading the blonde and the rest of the Bella's down to where the party was at.

Beckham noticed when the Bellas arrived and quickly shed his jacket, leaving it with Blayze' laptop. He felt two pairs of eyes burning into his back, watching his every movement causing him to smirk as he turned around and winked at the two seniors who were eye fucking him. Before he could greet them he got dragged over to where the Trebles were for a game of beer pong. After two rounds he bowed out of the next round and went to check on how his sister was doing. He wandered over to where the makeshift DJ booth was and saw that she was being entertained by the bigger blonde from the activities fair. He felt someone come up beside him and they trailed a hand down his arm as they whispered something suggestive in his ear. He choked on his beer when he recognized the voice.

"Jesus Conrad you trying to kill me?" Beckham asked in amusement.

"Oh my god, Beckham?!"

Beckham laughed before wryly replying: "I'm not surprised you didn't recognize me, last time you saw me I was in my birthday suit and tied to a damn bed." Beckham paused and took a deep breath before continuing quietly. "I never did thank you for what you did. I know things would have been much worse if you hadn't come looking for me."

Stacie looked over at her old friend and gave him a hug. "Give me your digits dude we need to catch up sometime soon." The two swapped numbers and shot the shit for a few minutes before Beckham pointed out an easy hookup for his friend.

He laughed at the cheers that go out when the beginning notes of Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy began. He was pulled on to the makeshift dance area by a certain blonde senior as the redhead watched with hooded eyes. Soon enough Chloe joined him and Aubrey on the dance floor. He danced with the two seniors moving them around the dance space, moving with them like he did at the old house parties. At some point Aubrey pulled his face to hers and claimed his mouth with hers in a kiss that fried his brain for a few moments. When she pulled back with a self satisfied smile at the effect she had on him she spun him around to face Chloe who kissed him just as hungrily, if not more so. Both women staking their claim on him in front of everyone.

"HOLY SHIT! GET IT MITCHELL!" one of the Trebles yelled out.

Beckham was too dazed to do more than grin at the comment. Aubrey and Chloe each kissed a cheek as they rested a hand on his abs. He slung an arm around their shoulders and walked over to one of the many free benches so he could sit as his ribs were starting to protest from the dancing. Once Aubrey noticed him wincing she demanded that he strip his vest and shirt off so she could check his ribs. Not wanting to fight about it he did as she demanded. He flinched as she gently poked and prodded before re-wrapping his ribs. Chloe had stolen his t-shirt and refused to give it back.

"Is this going to be a thing now red? You stealing my shirts and hoodies?" He teased as he put his vest back on.

"It smells like you and makes me feel safe." Chloe replied in a small voice.

Beckham wrapped his arms around her holding her close, not saying a word. Yes they had come to an agreement between the three of them this afternoon, but there was still a rough road ahead for him and Chloe. He just hoped that Aubrey had the patience of a saint to deal with the both of them.

At some point during the party it was decided that karaoke was a good idea and in their own way the different acapella groups were battling it out, well mostly it was the Trebles and the Bellas going back and forth. Blayze and Beckham had refrained from taking part, opting to provide drinks and ensure everyone was safe. That being said, the twins aren't sure how they got convinced to do this, probably a combination of booze and the right amount of physical bribery and pouting. One simply doesn't say no to a pouting Chloe Beale, it's like kicking a puppy, you just don't do it. Blayze had forgotten the power of that pout. At least they had remained strong on picking their own songs and not letting Chloe or Aubrey choose for them. So they did what they always did, they chose a song that they could do together and not sing against one another. Sighing Beckham nods as Blayze plays the instrumental file.

Beckham/Blayze/Both

One, two, three and to the fo'

Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'

Ready to make an entrance, so back on up

('Cause you know about to rip shit up)

Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble

Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble

Ain't nothin' but a "G" thang, baby!

Two loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy!

Death Row is the label that pays me!

Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)

But uh, back to the lecture at hand

Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand

From a young G's perspective

And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive

You never know she could be earnin' her man

And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man

Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant

Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it

(Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield

And now you hooka's and ho's know how I feel

Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk

I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

It's like that and like this and like that and uh

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in'

But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'

Now it's time for me to make my impression felt

So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt

You never been on a ride like this before

With a producer who can rap and control the maestro

At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick

You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky shit

To add to my collection, the selection

Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke

If you do, you'll have no clue

On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

It's like that and like this and like that and uh

It's like this

And who gives a fuck about those?

So just chill, 'til the next episode

Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean

Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batch of collard greens

It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P

D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see

Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic

Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite

Yeah, and it don't quit

I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit

(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)

Gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?)

We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)

And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

It's where it takes place, so when asked, yo' attention

Mobbin' like a motherfucker, but I ain't lynchin'

Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucker niggas mumble

When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble

Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked

My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back

Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'

But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'

And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down

And if your bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down

Yeah, and you don't stop

I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock

But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn

C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach

Puttin' the shit together

Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

Like this, that and this and uh

It's like that and like this and like that and uh

It's like this

And who gives a fuck about those?

So just chill, 'til the next episode

Once finished the twins turned their attention to their respective captains smirking knowing that they had effectively shut down the bickering of which team was going to win. No one wanted to perform after them so Blayze was able to go back to playing 90's and early '00 mixes for the rest of the night with the occasional request thrown in.

It was a little after two in the morning and the majority of the party goers were in some sort of state of intoxication, the party had been a drama free success. Beckham had stopped drinking beer and switched to Gatorade 30 mins after he had been dancing with the two seniors earlier in the night. Now they were shutting it down and making sure everyone got back to their dorms alright. He had already pulled his truck up earlier so he could drive Aubrey and Chloe back to their apartment. Currently he is tired and in a lot of pain. He had brought his pain killers with him but had refrained from taking any, now he was regretting his decision. He had a few of the Trebles take the speakers and lights back to the Treblemakers house a few minutes ago. He had seen Jesse walking his sister back to their dorm. He let out a jaw cracking yawn as he waited on the two seniors. His phone buzzed, Blayze sent him a text that she got back safe and that Jesse was passed out on the couch in their shared space. He replied telling her that he may or may not see her in the morning, wasn't sure if he was going to be awake enough to drive back after taking Chloe and Aubrey home. A few minutes later the girls appeared and Aubrey looked irritated. He noticed that she was carrying two Bella scarves. He raised his eyebrow and Chloe let out a small giggle at the blonde's annoyed huff.

"It's not funny Chloe."

"It kinda is babe. You caused both those guys to go limp with your glare alone."

"Not my fault. I don't care that they were hooking up, it's the fact that those two former Bellas had no class about it and were fornicating where anyone could see."

Beckham let out a snort at her words. "Fornicating? Really baby?" He asked in amusement. "I know you were raised to be a southern lady Bree but did you really have to use the word fornicating?"

Aubrey turned her glare on Beckham and he looked back at her amused.

"Give up baby, you know that your glare has no effect on me, not when you have been giving me that same glare since I was 12. I've become immune to it. Now get in the truck so I can drive my girls home. I'm exhausted, it's been a long day."

Chloe who was still feeling her liquor just giggled quietly as she watched the interaction between the two before hopping up into the truck. She smiled as she heard Aubrey sigh in defeat and climbed in beside her. Beckham closed the door and made his way to the other side and got in. As he pulled away he wasn't really paying attention to what was on the radio as he began to absent mindedly softly sing along.

Tell me what I'll never be

Make me feel broken

Tell me what I should believe

I didn't know it was broken

And I'm gunnin' for you

I'm gunnin' for you

And I will wait, I'll write another letter to myself

And I will find out that morning comes faster alone

I hate the way you look at me

As if I was broken

And the perfection of my frailty

Has been questioned and broken

Both seniors could feel the sorrow and pain in the lyrics as they listened to Beckham. They realized that he wasn't really aware that he was singing along and that he seemed mostly to be singing to himself as he drove. By the time the song was finished he was pulling up in front of their apartment building.

"Baby boy, you're not driving back to your dorm, you're exhausted you're staying here tonight."

Beckham just tiredly nodded at Aubrey's words and parked his truck in their parking lot. The trio got out and quickly made their way into the apartment. Beckham quickly shed his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack and shrugged out of his vest. He sighed as he began to unwrap his ribs knowing he shouldn't sleep with them wrapped. Aubrey gave him a bottle of water and gave him a look that wordlessly demanded he take a painkiller. He gave her a tired wink and showed her he already had one in his hand. He quickly popped it and washed it down with the water. He sat down to undo his boots and found that he was having long blinks. Aubrey noticed this as did Chloe once she came back out in her pj's. Chloe quickly goes over to him and removes his boots for him before pulling him to his feet.

"C'mon baby. Let's get you settled in the spare room."

Beckham nods as he grabs his water and blindly follows Chloe. Aubrey quickly moved his boots by the door and turned the lights off in the living room and kitchen before following behind her two favourite people. She watched, completely amused, that Chloe was standing in the doorway to the third bedroom just watching whatever was happening inside. She peeked in and stifled a giggle as Beckham was so exhausted that he was struggling to get his pants all the way off. He finally kicked out of them and fell back onto the bed in only his boxers and Aubrey could tell that the drugs were taking him under.

"Good night baby boy. We will see you tomorrow."

Beckham smiled serenely at the blonde's voice and let the drugs take him under completely.

The next day was rather uneventful. He woke to the smell of breakfast and after eating he drove Chloe and Aubrey to their rehearsal space before once again face planting on his bed for another four hours. He spent his afternoon making his own music before he got ready for dinner that night with his son and grandparents.

AN: Gunnin'- Hedley

Nuttin but a G Thang - Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre