Hey, guys! Sorry, I fell like I'm late here. Guess it's because it's afternoon and I like updating at the morning. Oh well...

So, here's the new chapter with some fluffy scenes I hope you'll enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed myself writing.

Chapter 14

Carmel High School Glee Club, Vocal Adrenaline, was good, they had to admit so. Their 'Rehab' performance was really good. Not much their type of dance or music, but they sure recognized a good performance. Matt and Mike had to applause them for their show. Pity they were from another school, and potential competition if their own Glee Club ever made it to be able to perform.

"Glee Club at McKinley could be cooler" Mike commented on their way out of the theater.

"Yeah. But even so, we wouldn't be able to dance as freely, you know it" Matt replied as they reached his car. "But it would still be nice. Be able to dance publicly and be considered someone cool."

They passed some time in a comfort silence, then suddenly, Mike turned to his friend "So, what to join Glee Club at McKinley?"

Naturally, that was a joke taking for the current situation at their school and said club, which had barely four people as it was being reformed by Mr. Schuester, their Spanish teacher.

At Principal Figgins' words, the two best friend exchanged glances. What the Hell was that about people doing things in school ground? Then Mr. Schuester announced the performance of his Glee Club, New Directions.

As those six people, in which Finn Hudson, the quarterback of their football team, was, danced a 'Push It' shorter version, the whole public was static. Throughout the dance, Mike side looked Matt, who returned with the same look. Meanings: 'Are they really doing it?', 'I don't believe it too, but they are'; yep, the dance was really disturbing.

The last beat echoed and silence filled the gym. Then when Jacob Ben Israel yelled, everybody cheered. Sure thing the Glee Club was in trouble now, but that was funny.

"You know, if we were to do the 'Push It', how would we take the roles?"

Matt's question lingered in the air for some seconds. The two boys were at his house, just finished homework at the living room. They looked at each other in silence, trying to figure from where that question came from! Then, suddenly Mike threw a coin up, but it was Matt who caught it.

"Heads!" Mike chose and the other slowly reveled the coin. It was krone. "Darn!"

"Yes!"

"Inside room and only!"

Matt laughed and pulled the other to his room, receiving a great amount of the other's skill at swearing in many different languages.

They hit the room and locked the door. Matt connected his cellphone to the computer and looked for a specific file.

"I don't believe you recorded that" Mike commented as he stretched his legs.

"Let's say I had the feeling it would be useful later, or now" the black said and prepared the music. "Shirts off, Michael" he added teasingly.

"Hell no" the Asian replied, but took the garment either way keeping a thin sleeveless one though.

The music hit play and the two friends made a pretty good jam session acting realistically well into the dance. They ended in a resembling tango pose, bodies almost glued, limbs keeping the other and faces less than an inch apart. Their breaths mixed as they stood there.

It was strangely comfortable, if any of them ever dared to think it. But they didn't need to even think about it, their bodies did the job for them. There was an annoying pressure between them that shouldn't be there, not even in the weirdest dreams they could ever have. The fact they were both guys was not the problem, it was the fact they were best friends for, like forever.

Embarrassed, Mike stepped back and looked to the floor. "Hmm… This never happened."

In the same state as the other, Matt answered "Nope. This never happened and it is not a topic to be brought into conversation."

"Ever" they said at the same time, agreeing profusely to that.

Declared: a marathon of four history movies is the best method to make even the two most energetic guys into a wave of boredom.

A couple of weeks after the first presentation of New Directions and their little problem with their particular dance, they agreed that they couldn't go on without the best friends' only weekend tradition. So here they were at Matt's house watching TV… or trying to.

"Why there are only film marathons on tonight?" Matt asked almost drooling on his side of the couch.

"Who knows? Let's try to get something interesting, I heard there was a Johnny Depp marathon somewhere" Mike replied flipping through the channels.

Some tries and grunts later, they found it. 'Pirates of the Caribbean' was on. At least this way they would be able to make their nonsense interjections.

As the movie went on, the boys slipped more comfortably on the couch, causing their legs to end completely tangled together, but none noticed so. Then 'Sweeny Todd' began.

"What the Hell? Since when Johnny Depp sings?" was Matt's eloquent shout of surprise.

Some scenes later, it was Mike's time to exclaim. "Since when Alan Rickman sings?"

Then it pretty much just happened.

You see, when two dancers are met with music to dance, it's only natural they'll become restless until they are moving. And since the couch was not an appropriate place for two guys to move in almost dancing ways, Matt decided to put them in a better position.

Pulling the other's foot not so gently, Mike fell to the floor with a disgusting groan. "What was that for?" he asked sitting up and massaging his head where it was hit when he fell.

"Come here. Really, if we stay like that something bad will happen."

Mike knew exactly what that meant: legs and feet brushing and eventually hitting bad places. Yeah, it happened once when Brittany and Santana were over. So he got on the couch again and laid down, only this time his head was resting on the other's chest and one of Matt's arms was lazily around his waist.

Say, when it's like three in the morning and you spent your day teaching a thirteen year old girl to dance, it's obvious that you will fall asleep at the first opportunity. So that is what happens to Matt and Mike.

During their sleep, their bodies decided that to cuddle into the next body was the best thing ever. Then that was how they woke up. Or better, were woken up.

"As much as I find it incredibly cute, guys, you two need to wake up and go to a bed before anything else happens" Layla said amused, hardly containing her laughter.

Mike grunted something unintelligibly and moved into the other's chest. Matt mumbled something too and hugged his best friend closer like a plush toy.

At that moment, Marie, the thirteen year old daughter of Layla, came into the living room asking her mother something about a camera, then she stopped dead as her eyes found the two guys she loved the most – father not included, he's a father – "What is it?" she squeaked and the boys decided to come back to the real world.

Matt opened his eyes first and noticed the warm body against him. Looking down slightly, he saw his best friend nestled comfortably on him… or under him. Their legs were so tangled he didn't know where his were and a pair of very masculine arms was in direct contact with his skin under his shirt. Then Mike yawned and woke up, noticing the same things. 'What the Hell?' was their first and common thought.

The two ladies watching the scene burst in laughter then, the boys refused to meet looks, but didn't move apart either, only lowered their heads and hid their faces on the next surface possible and tried to cool their red burning faces.

After that, Layla and Marie made a vow to never let them forget about it. Mike also made them promise no one would ever know about that, only maybe Louis, Layla's husband, who was as nice as her about those kind of things.

So, hey! What did you think of it? Like it? Hate it? Throw an egg? (What?) Either way, review! Let me know your thoughts!

.Atsuko Uehara, July's 23rd, 2011.