A/N: crack fic crack fic crack fic suck my dick if you don't like it (seriously sorry tho)
The day had come. Pentatonix had finally got invited to the Grammys. They were nominated for such a prestigious category, they were honoured.
They didn't win.
Which was okay, because it truly was an honour to be nominated. The whole group was backstage talking, when Beyonce and a group of what Pentatonix assumed was her management team approached them.
She said hi, and congratulations to the group. She told them she saw their Beyonce cover videos, and that she was humbled.
It's when she spoke to Scott that things took a turn. Mitch was at his side (as usual) and clinging to every word the queen said to him.
"I saw your Beyonce album cover! Wow, all my songs in five minutes. That was so impressive!" Beyonce said politely, almost making the two boys die.
"Thank you so much!"
"Yeah, it's such an honour coming from you!" The boys exclaimed. The queen chuckled.
"It's so sweet how open both of you are about your relationship too. No boundaries, good for you!" Beyonce exclaimed proudly.
Scott nodded his head happily, in a dazed state, whereas Mitch cocked his head to the side.
"We're not together. What gave you that impression?" Mitch asked, smiling but truly curious. Beyonce chuckled nervously as she blushed, embarrassed.
"Oh sorry. It's just... you two did Happy Little Pill and 1989, I just assumed..." Beyonce trailed off, embarrassed.
"Assumed?" Mitch pushes further.
"Well, they're all about sex or love. You both sing my songs like you're singing to each other." Beyonce smiled as Mitch shut up quickly, nodding.
Her team gave her a warning and she excused herself.
"Well, I have to go! Thanks so much for your time. It's a shame y'all aren't dating, you'd be a beautiful couple." Beyonce said passively as she waved and left.
That's when Scott snapped. He had been silent during the entire exchange, but as soon as the queen uttered those last few words, he turned to Mitch.
"I love you." Scott said seriously.
"What?" Mitch asked incredulously.
"Kiss me."
"Excuse me?"
Scott grabbed Mitch's face and locked their lips together. Mitch immediately pushed him away.
"What the fuck?!"
"Its Bey. She said so, Mitch. We're meant to be together!" Scott exclaimed passionately and almost theatrically. Mitch laughed.
"...What?" Scott asked, still holding Mitch in a tight grasp.
"You're not kidding? Scott, you have a boyfriend. Alex. Remember?" Mitch waved a hand in front of Scotts face as if to wake him up.
"Did Beyonce fucking Knowles tell me I was perfect for Alex? No. I'm prefect for you." Scott said seriously.
"Scott, just because Beyonce says something doesn't mean it's true!!" Mitch fought back loudly. Scott stepped back as if Mitch had burned him.
"Excuse me?" Scott asked with a hand to his chest.
"You are wrong." Scott continued. Mitch rolled his eyes and followed the rest of the band and their management team to the valet.
Scott tried to grab Mitch's ass on the way, and Mitch would constantly have to slap his hand away.
In the car, Mitch constantly had to dodge Scott's attempts at making out with him.
Scott made a vow that night to never give up on trying to gain Mitch's love.
Because whatever Beyonce says. Goes.
A/N: lol cracccckkkkk ficccc but whatever (lol I wrote this before they won cuz I didn't think they'd win. not because they're bad or anything DUH just cuz they're newbies)
