A/N: Hey you awesome nerds! Thanks to everybody who read and reviewed! This story is almost over so... yes sequel? No sequel? Just tell me where you're at with a sequel. Enjoy chapter 20. I'll update again when I get 250 reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect, its characters, or any songs mentioned.

I don't know what I been told

(I don't know what I been told)

Treble Makers win the gold

(Treble Makers win the gold)

I don't know but it's been sung

(I don't know but it's been sung)

Treble Makers are number one

(Treble makers are number one)

Sound off one, two

(Sound off three, four)

Sound off one, two

(Three four!)

Bumper chanted and the rest of the Trebles echoed him as they group hiked up a trail to there campsite. "Take it Donald!" Bumper yelled. Donald stepped to the front and came up with some words on the spot.

Smokin glasses and sexy trends

(Smokin glasses and sexy trends)

We are all the best of friends

(We are all the best of friends)

Singing, rapping is our skill

(Singing, rapping is our skill)

We work out and keep it real

(We work out and keep it real)

"Your turn, Kolio!" Donald passed it off leaving Kolio to come up with his own lyrics.

Going camping's lots of fun

(Going camping's lots of fun)

We will wake up with the sun

(We will wake up with the sun)

"And Jesse!" Jesse groaned before calling out,

I hate you all, this isn't fair!

(Well suck it up, cause we don't care)

And why exactly do I have to stay?

(Cause you skipped out on your birthday!)

Jesse face palmed, there was no way they hadn't rehearsed that. The Trebles were forcing Jesse to go on a male bonding camping trip. Only what Jesse didn't know, was that it was more of a Beca rebonding camping trip. As they hiked through the woods to find a camping spot, Bumper had insisted on singing a sound off chant. When they finally arrived at there destination Jesse saw the real reason he was being forced to stay.

Tents were already set up at their camping site, along with chairs, a fire pit, a picnic table, and all ten Bellas. Including Beca. The boys pushed through the trees causing the girls to look up. Most of the girls smiled at seeing them, accept for Beca who instead opted for saying, "I hate you all," and walking into the tent.

Chloe and Aubrey chased after Beca as the rest of the Bellas greeted the Trebles and helped them set up their stuff. After a while Chloe and Aubrey returned with Beca following close behind. They all sat around the unlit fire pit in an uncomfortable silence.

"I'm going to find some firewood," Beca declared standing up.

"No!" Jesse exclaimed standing up as well. Beca snapped her head around study Jesse. He had no right to have any say in what she did anymore. "I mean, I'll go." he offered knowing Beca just wanted to be away from him.

"You have a broken hand," Beca pointed out in a stiff voice.

"Well you can't go alone," Jesse insisted quickly and Beca continued to study him.

"All be fine," she said uncertainly before walking off.

Jesse attempted to follow her but Donald stopped him by putting a hand on his chest. "Let her go," Donald told him and Jesse nodded, silently promising not to worry about her.

But then an hour passed...

Then two...

And when the third hour hit and the blue sky turn grey Jesse was pulling up his hoody and putting batteries in his flashlight. He was going to search for Beca and this time, his friends knew not to stop him. The rain started coming down and the others stayed under the overhang they had put up. Jesse worked quickly packing a backpack with food and extra clothes, but just as he was about to leave, Beca came running through the trees.

Her jeans and long sleeve shirt were sopping wet and clinging to her body. Mascara and other make up were running down her face and her hair was matted down and dripping. But Beca was grateful for the rain, it removed all evidence of her crying. The rain she was grateful for, but not the thunder and lighting that came with it. Beca ran under the over hang before she noticed Jesse and his hiking attire.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm moving the fire pit," he responded quickly. Chloe and Donald eyed him, but neither said anything in defiance. Beca gave a curt nod and sat down on a fallen tree log and started talking to Amy. Since Jesse had said it, now he had to move the fire pit closer to the over hang. With a broken hand it took him some time and by the time he was finished everyone else had turned in. Or so he thought, when he finished lighting the fire he noticed Beca still sitting on that long. He watched her intently for a moment, not failing to notice the way she shut her eyes whenever lightning came across the sky or when thunder echoed throughout the miles of woods.

"You okay Bec?" he asked and she winced at the nickname. Taking a seat a safe distance away from her he waited for her to answer. She took a moment before doing so, as if pondering wether or not he would be able to use the information against her.

"Yeah I just, um, I'm not a big fan of," Beca motioned around them. She glanced over at him, but couldn't read his expression.

"How did I not now that?" he asked seriously putting emphasis on the not. She offered a small shrug, "I mean we dated for a year, how did I not know that about you?"

"I guess we don't really know a lot of things about each other," she said slowly. Another flash of lightning flashed over the night sky and Beca gave a small jump.

"1...2...3...4...5...6," Jesse whispered before the sound of thunder rumbled around them, "See, that means the storm is six miles away. So you're safe."

"Where did you learn that?"

"My mom," Jesse responded and Beca nodded then shivered, "Didn't you change?" he asked and Beca shook her head. "What, Beca come on, you need to change. I don't want you to get sick."

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a t-shirt and some grey sweatpants before politely averting his gaze so she could change. Then once she finished, Jesse took off his hoody and slipped it over Beca's head before she even realized what he was doing.

Picking up a blanket, he set it on the ground then lifted Beca siting her on the ground so her back was to the log. Once again he took a seat next to her, only this time he pulled her into him and rubbed his hands up and down her arms trying to keep her warm. Jesse was surprised when not only did she not protest, but also leaned closer to him almost subconsciously. Beca didn't have enough energy to fight with him tonight. She just wanted to be here, in his arms, if only for one more night.

"Tell me something about you. Something... that nobody else knows about you. Something you never really thought was important before." Jesse spoke quietly into the night air.

"You first," Beca protested.

"Okay," he obliged then thought for a moment, "When I was a kid, I used to sleep walk." Beca gave a small smile. "Your turn."

"I only eat red candy. Red vines, hot tamales, red jelly beans, red gummy bears, ect."

"Something else," Jesse begged wanting to now more.

"I always wait for the other person to hang up the phone first when I'm calling someone. Now you," she told him.

"I'm a baseball player and I've never had sunflower seeds," Jesse said right as another flash of lightning lite up the sky.

"1...2...3...4...5," Thunder boomed cutting Beca off. "It's getting closer," she observed.

"Then don't think about it. Just keep talking with me." he suggested and she agreed.

"My favorite song is Return to Pooh Corner," she told him seriously and he did his best not to laugh at her choices. After all, he had been one of her choices at one point in time.

"Why?"

"When I was a little girl my dad used to sing it to me. I haven't heard the song since I was six. That's when he kept forgetting to tuck me in." she had a faraway look in her eyes.

"Do you remember it?" he asked softly.

"Some of it," she told him before beginning to softly sing.

Christopher Robin and I walked along

Under branches lite up by the moon

Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore

As our days disappear all to soon

And I've wandered much further

Today than I should

And I can't seem to find

My way back to the wood

She stopped, furrowing her eyebrows to remember the rest before biting her lip, "That's all I got." Jesse nodded, not pushing it and decided to complete the song himself.

So help me if you can

I've got to get back to the house

At Pooh Corner by one

You'd be surprised

There's so much to be done

Count all bees in the hive

Chase all the clouds from the sky

Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh

"I really hate hospitals," was all Beca said, but just that itself surprised Jesse. She was letting him in.

"I really hate roller coasters," he matched.

"I've always wanted a dog."

"I'm allergic to dogs."

"I've never been to a baseball game."

"I've never been to Disneyland," Jesse spoke sadly when he said that one and Beca looked back at him. Jesse, her 19 year old child, had never been to Disneyland. Even Beca had been to Disneyland, though it had been an unpleasant experience. With her parents fighting constantly and ignoring her it made it hard to enjoy her Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes.

"I pull at my hair when I'm nervous."

"I can ride a skateboard."

"I can speak French."

"I can't whistle."

"I can't snap."

"Who can't snap?" he asked her in mockingly. When she didn't respond he said, "My mom used to tuck me in. She used to say the same thing every single night."

"What was it?" she yawned and Jesse noticed how she was fighting to keep her eyes open.

"You can go to sleep, Bec. It's okay, I got you," he whispered into her ear and she nodded off to sleep.

Jesse had always been explicably observant. So he took this moment to observe the beautiful girl in his arms. Beca always looked so innocent when she was asleep, so peaceful. She smelled faintly of Abercrombie perfume and cinnamon gum. Her eyelashes were so long Jesse wondered how they didn't get tangled together when she blinked. He couldn't help but notice how the glowing embers of the fire shadowed her face so he could see every perfect defined feature of her face. Her eyes had always Jesse favorite thing about Beca's appearance, but now even when they were open, their beauty was taken away from with the dark circles under her eyes, that no doubt were from her countless night up thinking about how screwed up her life was.

"You know that place between sleep and awake? The place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That where I'll be, waiting." Jesse spoke the lines of his mother into the darkness. Not sure whether or not Beca heard them and not really caring, because they weren't meant for her.

When Jesse woke up it was still dark outside. Carefully as to not wake up the sleeping girl in his arms Jesse checked the time on his phone. 4:07 am. He wasn't surprised that he was the last one asleep and the first awake. Having always hating sleeping, he felt it was a waste of time, Jesse only slept when he was tired and woke up at the same time every morning. His internal alarm clock had been set when he was eight, and hadn't changed since. Jesse had always waking up at four because it meant getting to see the sun rise, which in Jesse's opinion was too amazing to miss. You never knew when it would be your last.

As the sun rose over the mountain in the distance Jesse watched the pinks, and oranges collide in a way that could be capture with anything other than purely nature. And when looking down at his sleeping beauty he had an idea that was too movie cliché to ignore. So he began softly singing.

The dawn is breaking

A lights shining through

I'm barely waking

And I'm tangled up in you

Well I'm open, you're closed

Where I follow you'll go

I worry I won't see your face

Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

And out of the doubt that fills my mind

I somehow find,

That you and I collide

Beca had woken up at the sound of Jesse's voice. Jesse of course noticed, but didn't let on about it until he said, "I love sun rises."

"I love sunsets," she countered and Jesse knew right then that she would never make anything easy for him.

But that was okay, because he didn't intend to give up trying. So he kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes, breathing in her scent.

And they watch the sunrise, this time neither of them being alone.

A/N: Who knows where Jesse's quote came from?