Beca nervously tapped her thumb against the sink. In her other hand she held her cellphone. She was waiting for a call from her cousin, Lindsay, who was visiting her for the weekend. "Can you believe the bathroom is place I can get reception?"

Chloe adjusted her hair. "So how long has it been since you've seen your cousin?"

"Uh…you mean Lindsay?"

"Who else would she be talking about?" said Fat Amy, who was leaning against one of the bathroom stalls.

"Right," said Beca, "Well, I think she was at my graduation party."

"Oh, is that where you two made out?" said Amy.

Beca rolled her eyes. A few weeks ago she made the mistake of mentioning to the Bellas that she had touched tongues with her cousin. Beca had thought that they had forgotten. She was wrong.

"We did not make out. We touched tongues."

"I'm confused. I thought that was what you guys call making out?" said Amy.

"We were nine. It doesn't count. You guys have probably done stuff like that." Suddenly Stacie walked into the bathroom. "Hey, Stacie have you made out with any of your cousins?"

"What! Do you guys think I'm into incest?"

"No, of course not," said Beca, "I just figured that with your sexual history-"

"Is that how you guys see me?" said Stacie.

"Kind of," said Amy.

Once Stacie was done crying Chloe pulled Beca aside. "You know I have a car."

"Good for you," said Beca.

"I mean I can drive you to the airport when you pick up Lindsay."

"Oh, thanks," said Beca.

"No problem," said Chloe. "So, you never told me you swing both ways."

"I'm going to say this one last time: We were nine."

"Relax," said Chloe. "Like you said, we've all done stuff like that."

"I know," said Beca. "But, I think that I really messed Lindsay up. You know what I mean?"

"Are you implying that having a same-sex experience will ruin someone's life?"

"No," said Beca. "It's just that…that…Look, you haven't met Lindsay yet. Once you've met her, trying telling me that getting molested by her cousin didn't screw her up."

"Is she going to college?" said Chloe.

"No," said Beca. "She still hasn't graduated."

"Wait, how old was she when you kissed her? Never mind," said Chloe. "Is she planning to go to college?"

"Yes, but she hasn't picked one yet," said Beca. "When I was her age I already knew what college I wanted to go to."

"You did?" said Chloe.

"Not really."

Chloe sighed. "Beca, Lindsay seems like your normal teenager. It's obvious that you feel guilty about kissing your cousin and now you're projecting this guilt on everything that goes wrong in her life."

"I guess you're right," said Beca.

"Yeah," said Chloe. "I took a Psych course freshman year."

"Aubrey lets you go to classes?" said Beca.

Eventually Beca got a text from her cousin, asking to be picked up from the airport. Chloe drove her there, and the two waited for Lindsay in the airport lobby.

Lindsay ran up to Beca and hugged her. "Hey Becks, long time no see!"

"Hey Lindsay, this is-"

Before Beca could finish her sentence, Lindsay planted a kiss on Beca's lips. She pulled away five seconds later. "It's great to see you again. Let me get my bags."

As Lindsay went to get her bags, Beca turned to Chloe. "So, did your Psych course teach you anything about that?"

"Technically I didn't actually take the course. Aubrey hired someone to go to classes for me."