I was relieved when Beca had returned safely. After Bumper texted us that he had found Beca, Chloe immediately got out to bring her back.

Stacie and I had looked out the window when we heard Chloe's car. For some reason they stayed in the car for about ten minutes. But they didn't seem to talk. When they eventually came out of the car I opened the door before Chloe could use her keys. Stacie hugged Beca and I did the same.

When she had hung up her coat and came in the living room I started to yell at her. I couldn't help it. I had been very worried and angry with her for leaving the way she did.

I yelled at her but she didn't seem to listen. When I asked her if she was even listening she looked at me and Stacie in shock.

"I kissed you" she stammered.

Before I could respond she got up and ran to her room. Chloe followed her and tried to talk to her. But she had locked the door and didn't respond.

The three of us went to the kitchen to talk about it. We weren't surprised that Beca's memories started to come back. But what surprised us was that this was her first memory. We thought that her first memory would be of her kids or something. But not that day in Copenhagen. It was almost seventeen years ago that it had happened.

But then we got an text from Legacy. She said that Beca had asked her if she had an affair with us. And that she had adviced Beca to talk to us.

This was going to be a long day and we realized we need to talk with her. So I called Fat Amy and ask her to pick up the triplets from school and keep them over night. This was something the triplets didn't need to know.

We were talking about how we would cope with this situation when Beca stood in the doorway. Her doctor had told us that we should take it easy when her memories would return. We were adviced to not overwhelm her when it occured. But the way she responded to her memory asked for a different plan. We needed to tell her the truth.

"I think we need to talk" was all she said.

"I think that is an excellent idea. Sit down and then we talk" I said.

She sat down and looked at us. She looked so lost and confused.

"What the hell happened in college?" she demanded to know.

"Did my memory really happened?"

"Calm down Beca. We will tell you what happened" Stacie said to my surprise.

"Sixteen years ago we were in Copenhagen to represent America for the World's competition. We had a rough year. Things didn't go well for the Bella's and this was our last chance to redeem ourselves. Everyone except Emily had graduated. And we had strong competitors. One of them was a German a capella group called 'Das Sound Machine'. The leader of their group had a strange influence on you. And we needed to give everything to win this. Shortly before the World's you produced a song with Emily. And with your brilliant mixing skills we had a set that would help us win. We even had the help of generations of Bella's."

"We made the impossible possible and we won. Winning this was more for all of us than just the competition. It was the last time we would compete together. And at the after party we were all drunk. And we all still had the adrenaline running through our bodies. You were the star of the evening. It was you who saved us. And you were the one who changed the face of a capella for good."

"We were celebrating when you and I talked shortly about our succes. And even I didn't know what exactly happened, but you kissed me. It wasn't a chaste kiss on the cheek. Or a kiss friends shared. I remember I was surprised. Because first of all you weren't the type that was very physical. And because Jesse your boyfriend at the time, and the father of your girls was there. But I decided not to pay much attention to it. I figured you just drank to much. But you suddenly seemed to realize what you did. You panicked and ran away."

"This is what I know what happened that day" Stacie said.

Beca looked at her like she couldn't believe it.

"What happened next?" she wanted to know.

I looked at her. Now it was my time to tell her what had happened. But I didn't know if it was a good idea. But I knew I couldn't avoid it. She needed to know what happened. So I started to continue the story.

"At some point during the after party I ran into you. You looked a bit flustered but I thought it was of all the alcohol you've been consuming during the night. I stopped you, because I wanted to tell you how proud I was of you. Two years before you had given me the chance to redeem myself from 'Pukegate' and this year you saved the Bella's from the end. I proceeded to tell you how proud I was of you. But you didn't gave me the chance to finish. I never finished my sentence as you kissed me. I was shocked, but so were you. After you kissed me, you ran away leaving me speechless."

This was all I told her. It was needless to tell her how the three of us were shocked when we talked about it when she left. How odd we thought it was that she had kissed the three of us at the same night.

"That wasn't all that happened that night was it?" she asked us with a small voice.

"No it wasn't." Chloe said.

"Apparantly you had a lot of love to give that night" Chloe continued.

"It was after midnight when you and I finally had a private moment. We both had worked hard to get were we were now with the Bella's. And when I saw you, I stopped you to talk for a moment. With all those people who were congratulate us, we hadn't had time to be alone. I hugged you like I always did and for a moment we stared at each other. Both speechless and still in awe about our victory. We just danced in the moonlight. I was finally ready to tell you how much I cared about you. And how much I loved you. But the moment I opened my mouth to tell you how I really felt about you, you kissed me. I first was surprised and shocked, but then I kissed you back. We had an full blown make out session. Then Emily caught us. You seemed to realize what you were doing and then…."

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" Beca yelled.

"I remember what happened that night" she said while the tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Then she looked at me again.

"It wasn't the first time we kissed right?" she said while looking at me.

She was right. It wasn't our first kiss, but I never had talked to anyone about it. And I knew she didn't either. I felt the color left my face. Now I was the one who had some explaining to do.