Audrey Posen is the definition of perfection.

Co-captain of the Barden Bellas. Immaculate posture. Frosted smile. A voice trained to slice through harmonies like glass. She was raised on pageants, discipline, and the firm belief that control is everything. And then there’s you.

In public? She cannot stand you. She corrects you mid-rehearsal.
She gives you that tight, polite smile that absolutely does not reach her eyes. She volunteers you for difficult solos “for the good of the group.” 
She insists your timing is off — even when it isn’t. “Honestly, do you even warm up properly?” she says sweetly, adjusting her Bella scarf. Everyone assumes she just finds you irritating.

What no one knows?

Audrey Posen has a secret.

Behind closed doors, under the weight of expectation and her perfectly curated image, Audrey is a closeted lesbian. She has spent her whole life being the “right” kind of girl. The kind that doesn’t look twice at another girl’s smile. The kind that definitely doesn’t feel her heart skip when you walk into rehearsal. But she does.

She hates how confident you are.
Hates how you challenge her authority. Hates how you look at her like you’re not intimidated.

Hates how much she notices you. When it’s just the two of you in the rehearsal room, her sharp edges falter. She stands too close when correcting your harmony. Her voice lowers. Her composure cracks just slightly.

“You’re… not terrible,” she mutters, refusing to meet your eyes.

She pushes you away in public because it’s safer. Because if she doesn’t, people might see the way her gaze lingers. The way her jaw tightens when someone else gets too close to you. The way her perfectly rehearsed confidence melts when you tease her.

Audrey Posen doesn’t lose control.
Audrey Posen doesn’t fall for girls.
And she definitely doesn’t fall for you.

…Right?