AN: Hello, all! It's been a while but a new, multi-chapter story, is finally here. It's actually quite elaborately planned out, and I really hope you enjoy it, because I discovered both of these AU's at the same time just kind of meshed them together.

I also created a tumblr account for PURELY my Cherry stories, so if that's all you want to read from me, I will also be updating my stories there and you can find that here or whenever you need it on my fan fiction account. And I will take any requests for stories and whatnot on that account, which may not always be posted on here. (:

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Anyway, on to the story, review, comment, just read it, really. (:

Mike gathered a few of his video games, Xbox only, because that's all that Blaine had, and after a wave goodbye to his parents, who were sitting in the living room with their respective laptops, was out the door. It was the first week of summer break and already he felt like he was running out of things to consume his time. Best friend, sidekick, wingman, Blaine Warbler, suggested that time together could ease their sun weary hearts. He was rather dramatic when it came to, well, everything. The only problem was a pest that you couldn't exactly squash with the heel of your shoe.

Now, she wasn't very pest-like when she was upstairs and they were in the basement, but, as of the end of the school year Blaine screwed them over.

Literally.

Ever sense his fathers found Kurt and him in a…compromising position on the couch downstairs, all guys only had access to the living room, kitchen, dining room, and front door. Even Mike. Now, nobody can say for sure they were literally screwing, but Mike sure as hell hoped he had enough fun that it was worth it.

Mike arrived rather early in the afternoon, not being able to get his body to sleep much later than normal, because for months he was used to being on school time. Now was just a matter of figuring out what Mike time was. It would consist of pushing game play into the middle of the night, and inevitably pushing wake up time with it.

Almost per routine, Blaine didn't come to the door right away. Mike never knew what Blaine was always doing in those few minutes before he answered the door, and honestly, he didn't care as long as the door eventually opened. And seeing as his parents were at work, Mike didn't hesitate in ringing the doorbell an excessive amount of times before knocking again.

"Slow your roll, crazy legs!" He heard from the other side of the door, causing him to roll his eyes and retire against the door frame in feigned exasperation. He couldn't really be mad at Blaine, he was just typically an impatient person when it came to game time. The door opened moments later and on the other side was Blaine in his usual attire, despite Mike's efforts to change that. He had pants that cut off at the shin and a polo on, which Mike had shot down on multiple occasions that Blaine's legs "looked like Chewbacca." His only response was that Kurt like it, and look at where that got them.

No basement and quite possibly an annoying tag along.

Blaine gestured for Mike to come in, taking a few games from him and kicked the door closed, which was only an acceptable action when his Dads weren't around. Immediately Mike followed the newly learned procedure and toed his shoes off at the door, leaving them behind.

"What are we playing first?" Blaine asked, flipping through the cases that Mike brought along with him.

Here's the deal:

Blaine's dads were strict on the ratings of games that he was allowed to play, buy, view, and Mario Kart could only last for so long. Mike's parents, however, let him freely purchase games with his own money, but the system itself was only allowed a certain amount of hours a week, which Mike had to record for his parents. That's what he got for them having such professional careers, it had a habit of leaking into their home life.

So, under the circumstances it only made sense for Mike to bring the unlimited games to the unlimited system. They were pretty much set for the summer.

Blaine's home was usually the place of play, not only because of the amount of time they could spend playing, but also because on occasion, Mike's parents would work from home, and in game trash talk was not tolerated. So, they just played it safe.

They made their way to the living room, Mike taking a detour through the kitchen to grab a 2 liter of soda and the half bag of chips in the pantry. That was always his unspoken duty that had developed over the past few weekends he hung out here towards the end of the year.

"Portal?" Mike offered and grabbed a handful of Doritos and eating a few before setting the bag in the mutual space of the coffee table. He then sank into the cushions of the couch which was infinitely more comfortable than his own, or just greener on the other side.

Blaine grabbed the controllers from the large entertainment center, an added bonus of his house, and tossed one to Mike before taking a seat at his side.

"Watch the stairs," Blaine warned and nodded his head up towards the staircase that led to his own room as well as his sister's. "Sis' cage is unlocked today, but she's not doing good." He looked over at Mike and then back to the screen. "Finn broke up with her," he stated simply, the universal inevitable frustration being rekindled.

"I just got here, man, at least let me have some fun before you tell me some other guy broke up with your sister," Mike stayed casually resigned against the couch. "Although, this one you could see coming from a mile away."

"Not all of them have been that bad," Blaine corrected and then selected the Co-Op option on the game.

"Yeah, well, Finn is a douche bag. I get it, fresh meat and all, but man, you think the underclassmen would get it by now, too. What's she even doing dating a junior? She's a freshman." Mike shook his head, and gave up his argument, they both knew it wasn't a discussion worth having.

"Well, it's too late now."

Blaine copied Mike's actions as the game started and seeing as they had played this particular game multiple times, for the most part they didn't have to discuss things, unless Blaine was having one of those days.

They played in silence, and then, as they entered the next area, Blaine blindly directed his player forward into the space, a habit of his, and it wasn't until Mike's character look left and he begin seeing the writing flash up on the bottom of the screen did he freak out.

"Turrets!" He exclaimed, Blaine jumped and soon the screen was flashing red as Blaine was getting shot at numerous times, his reflexes not nearly as quick as they needed to be.

"What? Where are they coming from?" He said just as loudly in return and sat up straighter, his character now frantic.

"Turrets!" Mike repeated with urgency. "Right there! Blaine! Get back over here!" He yelled as the screen on Blaine's side tilted and then fell over, character collapsing to the ground. Mike dropped the controller and dropped his head into his hands.

"Blaine." Mike said sternly to which he looked over at his friend. "How many times do we have to go over this?" He hesitated and ran a hand through his short hair, tugging slightly in frustration. "Don't walk blind." He said with a serious expression, voice slow and words clear to make sure Blaine understood.

Blaine nodded sheepishly and then looked to the stairs as they both heard footsteps.

"What are you two yelling about?" At this moment Rachel, Blaine's little sister entered the room with crossed arms, and seemingly tired expression on her face. She had her hair pushed back with a headband. She wore a white loose shirt and jeans that went straight down her legs, not constricting or flaring. Blaine waved her off.

"It's just a game, Rach," Blaine assured her, but she walked to the couch despite his efforts and casually sat between them, pulling her legs up and crossing them.

Mike's eyes stayed on the screen as the game came up again and they entered the area in which they had previously failed. Mike reached across the couch to grab his friend's wrist, stopping him from moving and Rachel shifted out of the way with exaggerated exclamation.

"Hey!" Mike drew his hand back, elbowing her in the leg.

"Hey, yourself. If your brother wasn't such a frantic puppy, I wouldn't have to stop him." Rachel laughed at the accuracy of Mike's words.

"He is sort of a puppy, isn't he?" Rachel reached over and pet Blaine's unruly hair playfully, a touch that was shrugged off.

"What kind of dog do you think he is, Rach? Golden Retriever?" Mike asked with a grin and leaned past the younger girl to look at his friend.

Rachel shook her head, a proud smirk on her face.

"I was thinking more Cocker Spaniel," she said through laughter and Blaine pushed her shoulder, bumping her into Mike.

"Can you just go upstairs and leave us alone?" Blaine mumbled, while Mike nodded slightly in agreement.

"Hey, this is mutual space," Rachel commented and turned to lay her head on Blaine's legs and put her feet in Mike's lap, who was too bust playing to notice. She closed her eyes, like maybe she was going to fall asleep there. Blaine eyed her before looking over at Mike and catching his attention with a small wave. He nodded towards the ground in front of the couch, to which there was a silent understanding on Mike's end.

Blaine held up three fingers, then dropped each one and when he only had a fist he pushed her shoulders and Mike simultaneously pushed her feet, her eyes flying open and she let out a small squeak as she hit the floor. The boys high fived across the now empty place on the couch and laughed loudly as she huffed on the ground.

"Jerks," she muttered under here breath and got up, brushing her self off before heading back to the stairs.

"Our laps aren't mutual space!" Blaine called when she got halfway up the steps their eyes fixated on the screen. "Plus, you know you love us!" She laughed sarcastically.

"I'm obligated to love you, Blainers," she leaned up against the railing at the use of his highly annoying nickname. "I just have to tolerate crazy legs, here." She gestured to the taller lankier male.

"And the feeling is mutual Miss. Basement Berry," he said with a smirk, recalling the time he'd gone downstairs, before being banned, of course, and she was singing to a camera. He hadn't caught any of her voice, before she'd quickly jumped up and hurriedly explained herself. He could only assume that her genes were similar to that of her brother and she had a decent amount of singing ability.

"You swore you wouldn't say anything about that!" She spat as her face flushed and she said with an embarrassed expression.

"I say a lot of things," Mike said casually as he shot a blue portal, too busy focus on the infinite momentum to care. "Plus, you started it with the crazy legs."

"You know, sometimes you're worse then Blaine," the referenced was laughing under his breath, glancing occasionally at his sister who refused to go up the stairs.

"But I'm also nicer to look at. It balances out." He retorted to which she stomped up the stairs in annoyance.

"She's right by the way," Blaine commented. "You're much better at annoying her than I am."

"Here's the deal," Mike started, still focused on the game at the same time, as if his though process didn't take that much effort because it made sense to him. "She's been your sister since she was born. You've only been my close friend for about a semester. You have had an outlet. A single, lonely child such as myself have years of pent up sibling rage that I never got to enjoy, so she's the next best thing."

"Man, if our Dads ever wanted to adopt a third kid, it would have to be you," Blaine joked and Mike just went with it.

"Hey, if it gets my parents off my back then I'm all for it."

The fell silent as they entered the next testing area, and immediately Mike located their target. He pointed to the screen. "Get that weighted cube over there." He said surely.

"What? Where?" Blaine asked, the camera on his half of the screen doing circles.

"Right there, man," he said, raising his finger to the part of the screen where the cube was in clear vision.

Blaine's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Dude, the cube is right there!" Mike burst, not being able to contain his frustration.

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, look…turn…a little more," Mike had abandoned his own controller and focused on instructing Blaine in the right direction instead of doing it for him.

"Now straight…"

"What…just straight?"

"Yes…a little more."

"Okay."

"Now jump."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I swear, even Rach would be better than you at this game." Mike grinned and seeing as now Blaine new where the cube was, and where to place it, the puzzle was completed quickly.

"Hey, that one hurt a little," Blaine replied with a reluctant tone to confirm his friend's belief.

"Yeah, but it's true."