The next day Blaine forgot all about missing his workout until the notification came up on his phone again that evening. But true to his word, Sam had made up for missing their bro-night by taking him out to their favorite diner with promises of catching some music at a bar around the corner to come.

"DUDE. Tell me you're not going to let Kurt send you love texts all night. It's bro night," Sam scolded.

"Heh. Only if you tell Mercedes the same thing," Blaine countered. "But it's not Kurt, just this new app buzzes every night to tell me to workout more." He handed his phone over to Sam who clicked the video to check it out.

"Dude, you don't need an app, that's what you've got me for."

"No offense, but our video game marathons are probably contributing to my health problems rather than helping them."

Sam pouted. "We could do other stuff. I whipped half of Glee into shape last year for those calendars."

"Yeah, and only alienated 90% of our friends doing it," Blaine teased.

"Come on!"

"You were ridiculous. I have witnesses."
"Well I happen to remember that you loved broga, we could start doing it every day!"

"Eh, maybe. I'd be up for it if our schedules aligned but yours is a lot more unpredictable than mine lately. This is the first night we've even been able to do anything more than play video games since we moved in with Mercedes."

"Well, in fairness, you're not even home most of the weekend."

Blaine had to concede that point. "Well, if I decide to be in the market for a personal trainer, I'll let you know. Right now I just want to shed a few pounds and get back into shape. Between the app and the abs class every Saturday I think I've got it under control."

"How's the app work?"
"The workout video is different every day and I log my time, set goals,

stuff like that. You should try it too! It'll help keep you in model shape." As Blaine spoke he tapped the "complete" button next to the day's workout and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

"I'll think about it. Honestly, Mercedes is always yelling at me for spending too much time looking at screens. She thinks you're a bad influence because I play more games with a roommate than I'd probably play on my own. She's this close to putting us both on a video game diet."

Blaine shrugged. "I think that's the first time anyone's ever called me a bad influence on someone, but I'll do my best to keep you out of trouble. But if you were being honest you'd be telling her that you're the one who always suggests gaming in the first place." Blaine knew Sam's gaming habits could get out of control sometimes. Blaine enjoyed playing with Sam and Artie, but he wasn't as tempted on his own, preferring to lose himself in the Netflix void in those times. Everyone has vices, I guess. If Mercedes did create new house rules about video games he probably wouldn't going to rock the boat. Even if I wanted to complain, Kurt would probably find out and make me fall in line anyway. He doesn't play any of that stuff.

"Dude, you're supposed to be on my side about these things." Sam shook his head exasperatedly. "I had to explain why bro night trumped cuddle time tonight, the least you can do-"

Just then Sam's phone rang.

"Woah Mercedes' ears must have been ringing!" Blaine teased. "She must have a sixth sense when you're plotting to misbehave."

Sam made a face. "For your information, it's Rachel," he explained, answering his phone. "Hey Rach, what's up?..."

As it happened, Rachel actually was at the loft with Mercedes, who had decided if she was going to be blown off for bro night she might as well have a girl night. They chatted for awhile on speaker phone with the boys, taking requests for which fancy dessert Mercedes should make for the next Monday night dinner. Kurt got home just as they were hanging up.

"Hi Kurt!" Mercedes greeted brightly.

"Well this is a nice surprise, I didn't expect you'd be over tonight."

"Just having a girl's night."

"Ah." Kurt put his bag down, looking through the mail on the table.

"You just missed it, we just got off the phone with Blaine and Sam."

"Oh are they out tonight? That's great. I think Blaine was kind of bummed yesterday when Sam couldn't go bar hopping with him."

"Yeah, sounds like they're hitting the town."

Kurt smiled. "Good for them. He better not keep him out too late though because we have Textual Analysis class in the morning."

Mercedes nodded. "I told Sam you'd have words with him if he did."

"Good thing I have you to reign in his influence," Kurt teased. "My only reservation about them moving in together was that it would devolve into one long video game marathon."

Mercedes shook her head. "They're such nerds," she laughed.

"Our nerds, but yes," Kurt agreed, sitting at the table and looking at his phone. "Honestly, I really shouldn't be so critical about the gaming, whenever I said anything to Blaine about it when Sam was crashing here he was pretty good about setting some limits. And honestly, Blaine's been working really hard in school and trying to get in shape with this new app he has," Kurt held up his phone to show Mercedes. "He probably deserves some zone-out time here and there. He's done workouts every day this week so far with this thing and I've yet to even done it once."

Rachel and Mercedes chattered on over the recipe book as Kurt looked closer at his phone. It listed the workout times and he paused over the last one, noticing today's date and the timestamp.

"Hey Rachel?" he interrupted.

"Hmm?" Rachel and Mercedes looked up.

"You said Sam and Blaine were out at a bar?"

"Yeah, sounded like they'd been there awhile. I think that one in the village you two always liked this summer?"

"Huh," Kurt muttered, thoughtful as he turned off his phone.