Cactus and roses - Glee/Pitch Perfect crossover
Cactus and Roses or The first time the Bellas heard about Rachel
Pairing: Beca/Rachel friendship, hints of Rachel/Quinn/Santana and Beca/Chloe/Aubrey
Rating: PG
Words: 450
Disclaimer: nothing is mine
Note: English is not my first language. Thanks to slacker_d for the help. Part of the Sexy and I know it verse, but I wrote it as one-shot so the time-lines might be off.
“And what is this?” Aubrey made a face as she pointed at Beca's desk. The Bellas were once again reunited in Beca’s room, much to Kimmy Jin’s displeasure.
“A gift.” Beca looked fondly at the cactus surrounded by roses sitting proudly on her desk.
“Did I miss your birthday?” Chloe asked frantically, seeing the roses were still fresh.
“No.”
“So what it was for?” the ginger looked at Beca, curious.
“She knew I,” Beca looked at the ceiling. “Was feeling a little down, and she sent them to…” she trailed off.
“Your mom?”
“Sometimes she nags like a mom, but no.” Beca shook her head
“Your girlfriend?” Cynthia Rose guessed much to Chloe’s consternation. Aubrey frowned.
Beca let out a laugh. “No, she is taken…and I couldn’t handle her anyway.” She got lost in her thoughts before continuing. “She is…Rachel. You can’t describe her.”
“And who is this Rachel?” Aubrey asked, her expression reflecting Chloe’s.
Beca struggled with an answer before opening her PC. “Here!” With a couple of clicks, a photo of the DJ with a brunette appeared on the screen. “This is Rachel Berry.”
“Cute.”
“Hot.” Cynthia Rose corrected Stacie.
“And you haven’t seen anything yet.” Beca smirked.
“But why the cactus?” Denise wondered.
“Oh, that.” Beca smiled at the picture before looking at her team mates. “Rachel always says that I’m the cactus among her roses.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Amy exclaimed.
Beca turned to her PC and soon another picture popped up.
“Holy cow!”
“Wow!”
“I’d go lesbian for them.”
“I think I already did.”
Beca chuckled at her friends’ reactions. “This is Quinn and Santana at Rachel’s winter showcase.” She pointed to the stunning girls in evening dresses portrayed in the photo. “They are Rachel’s roses.”
“No offence, but I see why you’re the cactus.” Amy bumped Beca’s shoulder cackling.
“Beca is beautiful!” Chloe protested vehemently , before flushing as everyone looked at her.
“Thank you.” Beca blushed, looking away with a small smile. “But it’s not about that.” She looked around and decided to explain. “Rachel says that they're like roses. They're beautiful, everyone loves them, everyone wants them. But when people try to pick them, they always get hurt by the thorns.”
The Bellas nodded even if it was clear they didn’t understand completely, but Beca knew there was no way they could, if they didn’t know the girls in question.
“I’m a cactus because people see the thorns and stay away, but with the right care and attention cactus produce beautiful flowers.” Beca concluded, now blushing at the self-praise.
“So the...” Amy motioned to Beca’s ear spike. “Is supposed to represent your cactus-ness?”