Author's Note: Hi all! This chapter's a bit on the serious side. I did a little bit from Jesse's POV. I hope you like it. Please keep reviewing!

Beca was terrible at apologies. Therefore, this could only end in disaster. But Benji had helped her plan this one. So it couldn't be terrible. Okay, maybe it could be terrible. But that kind of thinking was not going to help her at all.

She sat down on Jesse's bed. Benji had let her in about ten minutes ago. Jesse should be back from class any minute. Beca's stomach was in knots and her palms were sweating. Like a gross amount. She wiped them off on her jeans, shaking her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts.

She took a deep breath. This wasn't a big deal. She could do this. No she couldn't. She got up, ready to walk out when she heard a key slide into the lock. Shit. There was no going back.

"Hi," Beca blurted out before Jesse could even see her.

"Ah!" Jesse jumped, clearly surprised by her presence.

"Hey Jesse," Beca greeted him again.

"What are you doing in my room?" Jesse asked looking more confused by her presence than annoyed. That was a start.

"Benji let me in," Beca told him "I wanted to talk to you about what happened the other night."

"Okay," Jesse said, not offering anything but not keeping her from talking.

"Okay," Beca had no idea how to start "I shouldn't have acted like that the other night."

She paused and looked to him as if to ask if what she said was okay. He nods.

"I don't like letting my dad in on stuff. He left a long time ago and I don't consider him a part of my life. My... thing with you. It feels personal. It's not for him or anybody else to know about. I'm sorry that I said that stuff in front of him. It was really insensitive of me. I didn't realize it would hurt your feelings."

Jesse looked at her, he couldn't believe she was being this open with him. He was possessed by this urgent need to kiss her or at least hold her close but he knew it was a bad idea. Beca had never been this honest with him about her feelings. It seemed greedy to want more.

Beca saw Jesse's hands twitch. She wondered if that was a good thing. The next part was going to be the worst so she moved her gaze from his eyes to his chest.

"I'm sorry, Jesse. Can you forgive me?"

The moment he kept her waiting was awful. Her breath was caught in her throat and she could practically hear her own heartbeat. What if he didn't forgive her and she was just awkwardly standing here in his room with a guy who couldn't accept her apology? What if he told her they couldn't be friends anymore? What if he yelled? What if he never said anything?

"Of course I can forgive you, Beca." Jesse gave her a warm smile.

Beca couldn't believe her luck. Not only was he not mad but he was smiling at her.

"Really?" her voice caught a little.

"Yeah," he told her "I wasn't mad. I just... thought that you were embarrassed. That you didn't want me to meet your dad. We spend so much of our time keeping... this a secret- I guess I started to worry that you didn't really want me around."

"No, I want you around." Beca was shocked by the words that tumbled out of her mouth without her consent.

"Good," Jesse grinned at her.

"I have a surprise for you," Beca said giving him a big smile.

"Yeah?" Jesse asked hopefully.

"Come on,"

Beca lead him out of his room, all the way to the front of his building. She kept her mouth shut, letting the mystery build.

"Where are you taking me?" Jesse asked her.

"It's a secret," Beca told him.

"How do I know it's not a scary place?" Jesse asked her "Your terrifying ear spike is a dead giveaway that you hang out in spooky places."

"Shut up," Beca told him. She led him to the benches outside his dorm.

She led him to a man reading a newspaper.

"Dad?" Beca asked, tentatively.

"Becks, hey there," her dad gave her a good natured smile.

"Dad, this is Jesse," Beca gestured to Jesse "He's a Trebelmaker, which is the all guys a cappella group. He's a really good friend of mine. You didn't get to meet him properly the other night so I wanted to actually introduce you."

"Hello, Jesse," Beca's dad shook his hand "it's great to meet you."

"You too, Mr. Mitchell," Jesse said eagerly, grasping his hand.

Beca sighed, content for the first time since the party. Jesse looked at her for a minute. He seemed so happy. She had done that. And that was pretty cool.