Beca had hated everything about Barden since she had arrived.

From the misogynistic frat boys rating girls in the courtyard to the passive aggressive silence of her roommate Kimmy Jin, nothing here appealed to her. Her internal struggle to accept this was her fate was increased tenfold with the arrival of her father Chris Rock the Comedian whom she'd quickly brushed off to attend the activities festival, not that she was really interested. A booth temporarily caught her eye but upon approaching it she was severely disappointed.

A tall man with a barrel chest approached before shouting a mispronounced "Shalom!" apparently DJ's stood for deaf Jews. An unfit looking blonde approached the stand before muttering about deaf Jews. The man screamed Shalom at her too. "That's not a real word but keep trying!" the blonde shouted back.

"Not a lot of Jewish people where you're from?" Beca replied with a smidge of sarcasm. The two talked for a while before parting, the conversation just a blur in the brunette's mind as frat boys ran around chanting a linguistically incorrect chant about joining frats and pulling bitches. She awkwardly dodged behind a group of people, narrowly avoiding an awkward conversation with the singing boy from the car.

That's when Beca saw her from across the square, a beautiful ginger woman with piercing blue eyes that she could identify from where she was standing. This woman was unlike anything the brunette had ever seen, even as she frantically talked to the angry looking blonde beside her, she looked flawless and rational. Without a second though the DJ's feet were moving towards the booth and she was left with no control of her motor functions.

"Hi are you interested in joining our acapella group?" the ginger greeted with a bright smile. Beca took the flyer from her, stunned and unsure of what to say.

"Oh right this is like a thing now," she muttered under her breath.

The brunette tried really hard to pay attention to the woman, occasionally taking in her comments about Madonna and getting high but she was starting to think she was in shock. The whole world had fallen away from her. She was obviously really passionate about what she was doing. Beca returned in time to see the last group, before widening her eyes. "So are you in?"

"I'm sorry, it's just its pretty lame," Beca snapped out. She needed to filter these words. The blonde had quickly started ranting about how amazing their group was, just begging Beca to antagonise her further. As soon as she mentioned performing she spat out "on purpose?". If looks could kill, she'd be dead. The brunette could feel herself getting frustrated, or was that aroused. She couldn't tell but it was getting really hard to breathe in this wide unenclosed space full of oxygen so she quickly excused herself.

After a few days the brunette had spent about fifteen hours at the radio station and had grown used to filtering out the other intern, the singing-in-the-car-let-me-make-you-mine intern who wouldn't leave her alone. She could see the way he stared at her, even when he believed she wasn't looking. Beca wasn't prepared to be anyone's college sweetheart to take home to their mum. All she wanted was to be alone, left alone by everyone but the acapella girl. The door opened behind her, snapping her out of her thoughts and causing her to turn.

"You know Beca you really should wear jeans like that more often, they really show your assets," Luke joked as he walked out of the booth. They'd become reasonably good friends because the brunette put in more work than Jesse and he understood the plight of being pursued by the wrong person. It shouldn't have surprised her but when the boy came clean about his sexuality she still had to take a moment to absorb it.

"Why don't you take a walk and go look at Charlie's assests," she laughed before taking a swig of water from her drink bottle. She could hear Jesse singing, he must've forgotten he had earphones in again. His voice broke twice as he sang the chorus to "Since You've Been Gone" by Kelly Clarkson. She couldn't help but feel sympathetic to the boy, despite all his arrogance.

That night after a few hours of mixing and a stomach ache from drinking too much orange and mango juice, the brunette marched herself down to the showers. Due to the late hour there was no one in there which was refreshing, she really disliked co-ed showers. She sung Titanium as she organised her shower equipment...if it could be called that.

Just as her hand reached for the tap she heard breathing behind her.

"Oh my god you can sing!" a familiar voice squealed.

"Jesus Christ!" the brunette screamed, slipping forward and trying to grab the shower curtain to cover herself but missing but a good six inches. This was just embarrassing now.