A/N: So I first posted this on tumblr maybe a month ago and decided to continue it as a verse/ series. It's basically going to consist of a bunch of one- shots and drabbles about Blaine and Mike's tradition of watching a movie on Friday nights. They started it in Season 3 becuase Kurt has his Friday night dinners with his family and Blaine doesn't always want to be over at the Hudmels because he feels like he's intruding. So Mike suggests they have a movie night every other Friday. Kurt or Tina, something both, come over after or during the movies. This verse will span from Season 3 up through their college years and once they're married with children. These one- shots aren't going in a chronological order.

First up is a horror/suspence movie, The Strangers.

Blaine and Mike's Movie Night

When Strangers Aren't So Strange

"All right, let's do this before I change my mind," Mike said nervously, falling back on the couch next to Blaine and offering him the bowl of popcorn.

"Agreed," Blaine said, fishing the DVD player remote out of the remote basket on the end table and hitting play.

The DVD menu for The Strangers faded off the screen as the movie started playing. At first the two boys were talking and laughing and commenting on how lame the movie was, but when the first knock echoed against the door on the screen, Blaine curled his knees into his chest and Mike's arm looped through his and tugged him closer.

"Oh, god," Mike whispered in terror. "Don't answer the door. Are you stupid? This is how it always starts."

And, really, Blaine thought as him and Mike trembled together, someone needed to come up with a better premise for how to begin a horror movie. When the next knock rattled around the house and the door was thrown open on the screen, they both squealed and the popcorn bowl went flying into the air.

"Get out! Get out! You're all going to die!" Blaine wailed at the television, as Mike threw his arms around Blaine's shoulders and hugged him tight.

"I don't wanna watch," Mike whimpered. "This was a terrible idea, we're so st– "

From down the hall the sound of a heavy fist knocking against the door reached their ears. A strangled, high- pitched whine started up in the back of Blaine's throat as the woman on screen hid in her pantry.

"It's because we're home, Mike," Blaine choked out. "They saw us check out the movie, and followed us and they know we're home– "

"But I'm not even home!" Mike replied in anguish. He made a move to grab the lamp on the end table, but Blaine knocked his hand away.

"My dad will kill me if that gets broken," Blaine told him, tucking himself into Mike's side more when another knock greeted their ears. It was louder this time, and much angrier. At least it sounded that way to Blaine.

"We've got to hide," Mike said suddenly, stumbling to his feet.

"But that's what gets you killed," Blaine snapped at him, but then a fist smacked against the window across the room and he screamed and grabbed the blanket they'd had wrapped around their feet and darted down the hall. They made more noise than a herd of stampeding elephants as raced into the coat closet and slammed the door shut. He dropped to the floor and Mike curled up around him and tossed the blanket over their heads.

"Oh, god, we're gonna die," Blaine sobbed. "I've only been having sex for a month and I'm going to die."

Mike pressed his face into his shoulder and trembled. "Me and Tina still haven't finished the Karma Sutra, how will I ever know what's my favorite position?"

"Kurt and me haven't even gotten to that yet!" Blaine wailed.

They looked at each other suddenly and flung their arms around each other's necks. A hysterical round of apologies echoed around the little closet and suddenly the fist that had been at the window was knocking against the closet door.

They both screamed shrilly and Blaine jumped into Mike's lap and yanked him close as the door was pulled open and the blanket was ripped off of them.

"Kill me instead!" they both bellowed.

"Mike deserves to live!"

"No, Blaine does! Kill me in– "

"You are both idiots," Kurt said bluntly. His eyes dropped to stare at Blaine curled up in Mike's lap and he raised an elegant eyebrow at the pair. "Is there something I should be worried about or are you two in running for bromance of the century?"