First date

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It's ridiculous. She has no idea why she's so nervous.

Back at Barden, they'd never actually done this. Yeah, they'd gone out to dinner together, obviously, but they'd never really bothered dating. After that first kiss at Lincoln Center, they'd just sort of fallen into being together, completely. No awkward dinner dates required. Still, Jesse wants to start over, and Beca can see the wisdom in that. They both different people than the other one remembers. They need to figure each other out again.

She spent most of the day looking for a dress. Hopefully, he'll like this one. God. Why is she so nervous?

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"Firstly, I was never into Luke," she points out. "Any appreciation of Luke that I may have had was purely aesthetic, because he was a complete douche-nozzle. Secondly, I have seen your abs, dude. You totally could have been a contender."

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Jesse had been pretty sure that Beca had been a little bit into Luke but if she said she wasn't then maybe Jesse was just projecting. Either way, he had ended up with Beca so Luke could suck it.

"Yeah, but who wants to be the guy that's only wanted for his abs? I feel like I have a lot more going on for me that's better than my abs."

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"Oh, yeah, definitely. Absolutely," says Beca. She's finished her own fries and reaches across the table to steal one of Jesse's. "I'm just not complaining about the abs."

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"Well, I'll be sure to keep exercising. I mean, I find the most interesting things when I go for a run," Jesse said, unable to hide his smirk. The idea that she was trapped in a net still really amused him, even if she still didn't seem to see the humor in it.

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"Did I mention that you're still an asshole in the future?" asks Beca, taking another one of his fries. "Because you're totally still an asshole."

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Jesse grinned and held up his hands and made a heart symbol against his chest before reaching out to snag the fry out of her hand before eating it.

"You know, you can ask for my fries if you want, or don't they taste the same that way?"

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"Well," says Beca, warring with herself for a moment. "Can I have some of your fries?"

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"No, you'll definitely enjoy them way more if they're illicitly obtained," he said, grinning at her as he ate another one of his fries before giving her a challenging look.

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"You're such a dick," says Beca, but she does lean in to take a fry, popping it into her mouth before Jesse can take it.

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"See, but didn't that fry taste better for it's defiance?" he asked with a laugh, amused to see her take it so quick. "And don't get too full, we still need to dance."

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"Dancing then desert?" she asks, drinking the last of cocktail. "Before I get so wasted you have to carry me home."

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"Dancing, dessert, then you can get as wasted as you want, I promise. You're kind of tiny so I can at least carry you part of the way," he said, finishing up the rest of his beer. To be honest he really wanted to dance with Beca, although part of him was worried that it might be weird, that they might be out of sync or something.

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Beca gets up, smoothing her hair over one shoulder and then offers him her hand.

"You dancin', Swanson?"

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"It... would be my pleasure," he said, standing up smoothly and taking her hand. Dancing to jazz wasn't his main thing but he was perfectly capable of it. Not only that, he had a lot of experience dancing here in Darrow, more than just dancing during performances.

"Just make sure you can keep up, Mitchell," he said, giving her a grin as he pulled her close to him before he started to move to the music.

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Beca isn't as much of a natural dancer as Jesse, but she has got a lot of rhythm and she can follow his lead. She rests her free hand on his shoulder, her fingers threading with his.

"I'd forgotten how good you were."

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"I take it then we don't go dancing much?" he asked. He figured they might not considering they both danced for their groups and with how busy they would be between that and classes dancing might be the last thing they wanted to do when they were together. Beca was no slouch herself though, moving easily with him and he enjoyed having her so close, experiencing the movement and the music together.

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"We lie in bed and watch a lot of movies," she says, moving with him. "Between rehearsals and class and all of the other chaos."

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"And you're okay with that?" he asked, stepping back just a bit to spin her before moving close again, making sure she was pressed up right against him.

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All Beca can think about for a moment is the way her breasts are pressed against his chest, how good he looks in that vest, how much she wants him to kiss her.

"I'm okay whenever I'm with you, nerd."

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Jesse couldn't really describe how good that made him feel, because for so long she wasn't really okay when she was with him. It more seemed like she was tolerating him. He could still remember how much what she had said at the police station and the semi-finals hurt. Fortunately things like what she had just told him were a million times more powerful, but in a positive way.

"Hey, how are you and your dad by the way?"

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"Way, way better, actually," she says, leaning her head against his shoulder for a second. "Turned out that once I stopped carrying around a lot of the hurt that I'd been dragging and actually, you know, spoke to him like a person, he's a pretty good guy. And he loves you."

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"Good, I'm glad," Jesse said, genuinely relieved that she had mended things with her father. Neither Beca or her dad were bad people, not at all, but they'd butted heads pretty hard.

"And I'm sure compared to the types of guys your father worried you might bring home, I look amazing," he said, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

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"You are very clean cut and wholesome," she admits, grinning. "God knows what he was expecting." She pauses sinking into the feeling of his lips on the top of her head. "Luke."

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"Come on, Luke didn't even have any visible tattoos. I bet he totally thought you'd come home with a guy with one of those tear drop tattoos," Jesse teased, making sure to hold her close so that her head stayed where it was. Having her close like this felt good.

"Hey, do I get any tattoos? Do you have any new tattoos?"

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"You? No." She closes her eyes, pressed against his chest. "I've got a new one in the small of my back and one on my thigh."