A/N This is a collection of DunNo one shots. Enjoy!

Noah knocked on the door. No answer. He sighed and knocked again. Finally, Dunacn answeredthe door.

"Hey."

"Why'd you keep me waiting?" Noah asked, annoyed. Duncan was always late, whether it was for opening the door or going to a party.

"I was trying to cook something."

"Trying?" Noah raised an eyebrow in a way that Duncan found irresistible.

"It kinda failed."

"You're an idiot." Noah said as he walked into the house. Most people couldn't call Duncan an idiot and walk away unharmed, but Noah was a special case.

"Like you could do any better." Duncan scoffed, closing the door behind him.

"I could." Noah smirked. He walked into Duncan's kitchen and started pulling out pots and pans.

"What are you doing?" Duncan asked.

"Hunting elephants." Noah said sarcastically. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm making dinner."

"If you say so." Duncan sat down on the couch and put on pandora. Heavy metal blasted through the house.

Noah winced. "Can you turn that off? I can't hear myself think."

"You know what I've realized?"

"What?" Noah asked while he pulled out some chicken from the fridge.

"I don't know what kind of music you like."

"I don't really like any type of music. I don't listen to music that much. It's distracting."

"I'm gonna find out."

"You can try." Noah shrugged.

Duncan made a dubstep radio and started playing it.

Noah shook his head. "To blender-y"

Duncan smiled. "Blender-y? I've never heard that term before."

"That's what it sounds like." Noah out the coated the chicken with breadcrumbs and put it in a pan.

"What about broadway?"

"Just because I'm gay, doesn't mean I like musicals."

"Do you know any musicals I would like?"

"I can't see you sitting through a musical." He started cooking spaghetti.

"There's gotta be one I would like."

Noah paused for a moment and then said. "Avenue Q."

"What?"

"I think you would like Avenue Q."

"Okay..." Duncan said, making an Avenue Q radio.

Everyone's A Little Bit Racist started to play.

"This is an interesting song." Duncan laughed.

"That's a good word to describe Avenue Q...interesting." Noah continued to prepare the food.

"If we all could just admit, that we are racist a little bit."

"You know, this isn't my favorite." Noah stated.

"So you do have a favorite kind of music!"

"I guess."

Duncan made another radio.

As soon as Noah heard it, he cringed.

"What's wrong with Disney?" Duncan asked as Let It Go came on.

"When you have five younger siblings, you get tired of Disney quickly."

"That many times huh?"

"Yep."

"How about today's hits?"

"I'm that flight that you get on, international"

"Oh god." Noah stirred the spaghetti.

Duncan chuckled and started singing along.

"But your booty don't need explaining!"

Noah rolled his eyes.

"You have the maturity of a 12 year old."

"Techno!"

Daft Punks One More Time played.

"If I didn't like dubstep, I most certainly don't like this."

"You're hard to figure out."

"Thanks." Noah rolled his eyes.

"70's?"

S.O.S popped up on the screen.

Duncan sang along.

"So when you're with me darling can't you hear me S.O.S?"

"Wait a second." Noah narrowed his eyes. "How do you know the lyrics to this song?"

"I might have seen Mamma Mia once...or twice." Duncan blushed.

"You're getting closer." Noah stated.

The sound of Soft Cell played through the house.

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner."

"80's? Really?"

"Why not?"

"It's just kind of funny how someone who doesn't like techno likes the keyboard-y 80s"

"It's different." Noah said, setting out two plates.

"Chicken parm?"

"Yup."

"You know exactly what I like."

"Unlike you know about me."

"Hey! Musics a start."

"Whatever." Noah said, smiling a little while swaying to the music.