Fat Amy let out a content sigh as Bumper rolled off of her and on to his side of the bed. They started this little charade not long after Hood Night. Bumper worked his way into Fat Amy's bed surprisingly quickly. Fat Amy just wanted to get laid and Bumper was more than willing. They lay in silence for a few moments, catching their breath until Amy finally sat up and started dressing again.

"You could stay..."

Every time they got together like this, Bumper suggested she stay with him and ever time Amy refused. She didn't want a relationship, she wanted a fuck buddy. And if she started staying over, not only would it be way to easy for someone to catch them, but she would also start to develop feelings for him. That definitely was not going to happen.

"I have to be up early for class and I need to shower." She said as she tied her shoes. She righted herself up and pointedly ignored his disappointed face. "Right, well, I'll see you tomorrow, buttmunch." She leaned down to kiss him, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

Fuck.

"Now, guys, remember," Aubrey spun around to face her group of girls. "Stay focused and blend. Just because this isn't semi-finals doesn't mean we can't be our best. Plus, we don't want a repeat of what happened on Chloe's birthday last Tuesday."

"You mean when you were a half step too low and then Fat Amy threw up all over Chloe?" Beca questioned with a smirk. The redhead standing beside Beca shuddered at the memory of trying to get puke out of her favorite sneakers on her 21st birthday.

"Yes," Aubrey spat. "Now, let's do this. Amy has been sick with the flu for a few days now. I'm sure this will cheer her up."

The other Bellas nodded while Beca rolled her eyes and Chloe gave her a knowing smile. Aubrey reached up and knocked politely on Amy's door. The Barden Bellas stood back and waited... and waited... and waited.

"Knock again," Cynthia-Rose suggested and Aubrey furrowed her brow, knocking on the door three more times.

Silence.

Aubrey didn't understand. Amy text her last night saying she felt much better and would be ready to start rehearsals again soon. Growing worried, Aubrey opened the surprisingly unlocked door. They all entered the room that looked normal minus the sudden stench of puke.

"Eugh, oh my God," Beca exclaimed, covering her nose and mouth with her hand.

The rest of the Bellas followed Beca, claiming the stench was unbearable, but continued following Aubrey to find their friend. Aubrey had no reaction to the stench; she was used to it. They followed the smell to the bathroom and Aubrey almost slipped on the mess that was just inside the doorway. It looked like it was being cleaned up, but then was abandoned. Amy was sitting on the floor with her back against the bathtub, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting between them.

"Amy?" Aubrey asked quietly and the Aussie raised her head.

All the Bellas couldn't contain their gasp when they got a look at their usually bubbly friend. Her hair was back in a messy ponytail, her eyes were blood shot and red. She still had her pajamas on which were wrinkled and dirty and her face was pale with dark circles surrounding her eyes. She portrayed nothing of the bouncy plump blonde that they met months ago.

"Uhm, guys," Aubrey whispered, turning to face them. "Why don't you go ahead and go home. I'll stay here with Amy and help her get cleaned up."

"You sure?" Chloe asked. "We can stay and help."

"No, I got this. Thanks. I'll text you later." Aubrey responded and all the Bellas left the dorm room. Once they were gone, she stepped over the mess on the floor and sat down next to Amy. She reached over and felt her forehead, but didn't find that she was unnaturally warm. "You don't have a fever which is good, but I'm going to get you some tylenol anyway so-"

"I don't have the flu." Amy mumbled, her voice hoarse.

Aubrey frowned and looked at her friend questioningly. "But you've been sick for like a week, throwing up and-"

"-And that's it. Throwing up," Amy interjected, finding her strength slowly creep back into her body. "And only in the mornings."

There was silence for a moment and, feeling the nausea begin to wear off, Amy began to stand, Aubrey helping her along the way.

"Do you mean..." Aubrey started to say but Amy looked her dead in the eye, cutting her off.

"I'm pregnant."

After Aubrey got Amy in the shower and cleaned up the bathroom, she headed out to a drugstore down the street from campus and picked up three pregnancy tests upon Amy's request. Aubrey was completely shocked to find out Amy was so sure she was pregnant. She didn't even know her Aussie friend had a boyfriend. As open as Amy was about everything else, Aubrey expected at least a mention of the younger woman and a boy. She felt like she was completely left in the dark. But she figured if no one else expressed their concern about her possibility of being pregnant then that meant the relationship was a secret.

Aubrey opened the door and stepped back into the apartment, the plastic bag hanging loosely from her arm. Amy was curled up on the bed, watching West Side Story with sweatpants and a hoodie on, her hair still wet and in a ponytail. Amy pushed herself off the bed and grabbed the bag from her tall friend, mumbling a "thank you" as she closed the now fresh-smelling bathroom door.

About 20 minutes later, she and Aubrey were standing in the bathroom, staring at three positive pregnancy tests.

"Fuck," Amy whispered, feeling tears pool in her eyes. "What am I going to do?"

Aubrey bit her lip, not sure how to comfort the young girl. She's seen Amy many a thing, but never upset. Slowly, she placed her hand on Amy's shoulder and squeezed. Within seconds the shorter blonde was clutching at Aubrey, her sobs muffled by Aubrey's collarbone. The older woman wrapped her arms around Amy, alternating between rubbing her back and playing with her hair.

When Amy calmed down, the two went and sat on her bed in contemplative silence. Not positive on how to ask who the baby belonged to, Aubrey just blurted out, "Who's the father?"

Amy winced visibly, expecting this question sooner or later. She looked away for a moment, not wanting to answer, but knew the truth would come out eventually. Just as she opened her mouth to respond her cell phone started ringing. Both girls stared at the phone on the nightstand; Amy's face paled and Aubrey's jaw dropped. The name "Bumper" flashed across the screen.

End Chapter 1! This was inspired by a comment from pitchslapper. :) Hope you like it!