Someday, when he was old, grey and on his fabulously decorated deathbed, Kurt knew this night was going to be identified as the longest, strangest, most awkward night of his life. And considering that would also include his ill-advised decision to briefly date Brittany of all people that was saying something.

He should have listened to his first instinct, the one that told him to dump Mike's worthless ass in the hallway the second he realized neither Matt nor Leah had any clue Mike was dragging him along on this visit. To be fair, he also should have figured something was going on when no one else accepted Mike's invitation to tag along. That should have been the clue right there. But of course, he had somehow gotten himself talked into going with Mike (Mercedes had a lot of groveling to do when he got home. She was so off the best friend list at the moment) and spent the rest of the time freaking out over how exactly he was going to handle all this.

The answer to that question, of course, was badly. Very badly. Kurt prided himself on being a performer but he could admit his skills had gotten a little out of practice since he switched majors. So he couldn't be one hundred percent sure he had in fact projected the image of a calm, collected, completely mature man who was just having a friendly dinner with an old high school friend who just happened to be his ex. And with the ex's new boyfriend. Oh he had tried, he gave it his best effort, but if pressed he couldn't be positive he had been able to keep from rolling his eyes almost every time Geoffrey opened his mouth to speak.

Casting a cold stare at Mike's sleeping form on the couch; Kurt stood up and moved quietly towards the kitchen. He had insisted Mike take the couch, after all he was the surprise guest; Mike had actually been invited. Leah had offered to share her bed with him, an offer he had been sorely tempted to take her up on. However, given that Leah's room was directly across the hall from Matt's, and the fact Geoffrey was behind that door right this second, Kurt decided it was probably better for everyone involved if he just stayed out in the small living room. He'd get no sleep, but not like he would actually sleep if he stayed in Leah's room either. It was one thing to know Matt was dating someone else; he really didn't want to contemplate the reality of it all that much, thanks for nothing Michael Chang. If he was going to be plagued with insomnia tonight, he might as well have a believable excuse of the hard floor and Mike's snoring.

Kurt flipped on the overhead light with maybe a little more force than was necessary, not caring the slightest bit if it woke Mike up. It would be the least of what he deserved. The only thing, and Kurt did mean only thing, saving Mike right now from having his heart slowly cut out of his body (patterned after his years of watching Grey's Anatomy and their surgery sequences) was the fact Mercedes did love the meddling troublemaker. Oh but he would get his revenge. Just when Mike thought he had forgotten all about this, that was when he would strike. Seeing a trail of drool form at the corner of Mike's mouth, Kurt tiptoed over to where his suitcase stood in the corner. Easily fishing out the camera Carole insisted he bring with him, Kurt made his way over to the edge of the couch. Focusing the picture, Kurt zoomed in, taking special care to capture all the drool. When he was satisfied with the centering of the image, he pushed the button, taking pleasure in the telltale click of the picture being saved. Kurt smirked. That picture would come in handy in what would likely be phase one of his revenge.

"If you wait an hour or so, he starts talking in his sleep." Matt's quiet voice startled Kurt so much he jumped. "Use the movie function of your camera. It will be completely worth it. And a lot better revenge than a picture of him drooling."

"Why do you think that's what I'm doing?"

Matt scoffed softly. "Yeah I kinda know you. You've been plotting how to kill him all night."

Well it was better Matt thought he was plotting how to kill Mike than trying to figure out how many napkins he could shove down Geoffrey's throat to make him shut up permanently. Kurt shrugged with a slight smile. "Well he is deserving of it Gaga knows."

"Oh agreed. Just wait till you aren't here. The community center kinda frowns on the police showing up at the homes of their counselors. Something about being a good role model?"

"I guess since it's you asking, I can hold off for now. Besides it's better when they don't know it's coming. "

"Yes. My suggestion was all about you." Matt laughed motioning for Kurt to follow him out on to the small balcony what was advertised as a dining area. The heat of the day had dissipated nicely, the night air not carrying a hint of the humidity that had plagued them during the daytime. Kurt sat down in the rickety chair Matt indicated as Matt sat on an equally distressed looking chair next to him.

"These things won't break will they?" Kurt asked as the chair squeaked under the pressure of his weight.

"Hopefully not. "Matt shrugged. "We won't be able to find replacements until later this summer."

"You're making me sit in someone else's garbage aren't you?" Kurt asked suspiciously. Stephen and Rafe had tried to convince him of the benefits of such shopping but Kurt just couldn't fathom it. Someone had thrown it away. There was a good reason for that.

"I think it's best you don't know." Matt smiled. "Just think of them as really antique."

A comfortable silence fell between them, broken only by the occasional sound of a car driving down the street. Kurt kept his eyes trained on the stars. Looking over at Matt, in the moonlight, was probably a bad idea. A very bad idea considering Matt's boyfriend was just down the hall. Not to mention Austin was very much in the picture.

"I just want you to know…" Kurt began hesitantly. "I just want you to know Mike didn't tell me he didn't mention I was coming to until we got here. I wouldn't have just shown up like this."

"I figured. " Matt sighed softly. "I'm sure Mike thought he was being funny or something."

"Or something." Kurt agreed. They both knew what that "or something" was. And it was better to leave it in the past. Where it belonged. He needed to change the subject and fast. "So how's that camp you're working at? Have you educated all the children as to who Adam Pascal is so they don't grow up as ignorant as you did?"

"Not quite." Matt chuckled. "Trust me I'm trying. But it's going great actually. A lot better than I expected it to."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I knew I was going to be working with kids. And I thought it would be ok, since my group is like 12, 13 you know? But it's been a lot more fun than I thought it would be. And a few of them…." Matt's voice trailed off and he shook his head. "Forget it. It's nothing."

"No. A few of them what?" Kurt was genuinely curious. The last time he had heard Matt sound so happy, well it had been a long time.

"It sounds stupid but I think, I think I might be helping them. Which is weird because I have no idea what I'm doing. "

"It's not that weird. You didn't exactly know what you were doing in glee and you were great."

"This just feels different than that. Like I could maybe see myself doing this awhile."

"Matthew Rutherford. Are you actually considering a major? I thought that wasn't a part of the plan until the end of sophomore year."

"Well technically I already passed that so I'm a little behind." Matt pointed out. "But yeah. I've already talked to the center director about being in the mentor program once school starts up again but I'm thinking maybe psychology."

"I think that's perfect for you." Kurt said honestly, leaning over to rest his hand on Matt's arm. "Really. I think you'd be great at it."

"I don't know. I'm still thinking about it. I mean it would a lot of school. Grad school for sure. That's a lot of money I don't have."

"But if it's what you want to do, you should go for it." Kurt advised. "You didn't think you could swing college and here you are, scholarships out the ear. I have no doubt that if this is what you want to do, you'll get where you need to be. I don't know if you've noticed this before, but once you have a goal, you get a tiny bit tunnel visioned."

"A tiny bit?"

"Microscopic. Like the cast of Jersey Shore's actual talent level. "Kurt smiled at him. "You should do it."

"And if I'm wrong and at the end of this camp I find out I actually traumatized these kids for life because I'm completely inept?"

"Then you change your mind about the major." Kurt shrugged. "Not the end of the world. I think Tina's on major number 4. And you have a long way to go before catching up to Finn. I don't even think Carole knows what he's majoring in at this point."

"I think I just needed to hear someone else say that." Matt shook his head with a chuckle. "Someone I trust."

Not thinking about what the consequences could be, Kurt slipped his hand onto of Matt's and squeezed his hand. "I think it's a great idea. And if you don't do it, I'll send Rachel down for an entire week."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For….for being my friend still?"

"Always. "