A/N: This is AU canon set from Chris's written episode, "Old Dog, New Tricks". Quite funny drabble, if I do say so myself. Enjoy! Please, feel free to follow, favorite, or review! ;) :*

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, mentioning of Finn, swearing

Chapter 2 - Betting On McConaughey

Sam, Artie, Blaine, and Finn all sat around the large, marble coffee table, enjoying a Call of Duty/Halo video game marathon. They all like to come together for, at least once a week. As Sam propped his feet up on the coffee table, tongue sticking out in deep concentration to keep up with Finn's character on the game, Kurt rolled his eyes on the recliner, adjacent from them. He kept to his Vogue magazine, April issue, oogling the current fashion season. Finn leaned forward, and with one hand, grabbed a handful of cheese puffs, his other still successfully holding the controller as he made his way past the dead bodies on screen.

"C'Mon ma' , you gotta keep up wit me..." Finn told Sam, talking with his mouth full.

Another eye roll from Kurt. He looked over and smiled at his boyfriend's ecstatic expression, obvoiusly enjoying himself.

"SAMUEL ERIC EVANS!"

Everyone froze at that familiar voice yelling from upstairs. Sam flinched, knowing he was in trouble YET again.

Artie spoke up, "Yo man, what's up with Mercedes?"

"How much do you wanna bet McConaughey got into her clothes or shoes AGAIN?" Kurt stated, flipping pages, as his eyes never left the magazine.

"I'm with Kurt on that one..." Blaine agreed, taking a swig of beer.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Sam cursed, setting his controller down, and getting up to face his doom upstairs. "Yes, baby?" He yelled up to Mercedes.

"YOUR DAMN DOG PEED IN MY SHOE."

Silence.

A whistle from Artie.

Finn giggled quietly, earning a glare from Sam. Sam sighed, and headed upstairs to tend to the troublemaker pet. He's still in the process of trying to train him. So far, NOT so good.

Meanwhile, the others took a break, and sat around talking about Rachel, NYADA, or what's going on with Artie's film school.

Blaine went over to Kurt, and with an evil smirk, grabbed the magazine from this boyfriend, and proceeded to sit down in the taller boy's lap. Kurt looked up at Blaine with a raised eyebrow, and asked, " Yeeees, Blaine?"

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, and whispered in his ear, "Kiss me, babe..."

Kurt shivered, then added with a smile, "Mmmm, ok..."

Blaine moved the couple of inches forward, planting a passionate kiss on Kurt's, earning a moan from them both. When the need for oxygen was necessary, they parted, the both of them left breathless. "Mmmmm, you still taste good, Kurt..." Blaine licked his lips. Kurt chuckled, and Finn said, "Guys? Do you mind? I'm TRYING to eat here? Sheesh."

"Finn, when are you NOT eating?" Kurt deadpanned.

Finn shrugged, oblivious as usual, and he shoved another cheese puff into his mouth.

Sam came back downstairs, holding McConaughey, as the small dog gave puppy licks all over his owners' face. "You're so cute, yes you are...who's a cute boy? Hmmmm?" Sam cooed to the Jack Russell terrier, as he stroked his fur.

"Uhhhh, so Mercedes let you keep him?" Artie asked warily, eyeing McConaughey.

"No. Not yet. But she'll come around..." Sam replied, sitting back down on the couch.

"Uh huh, I'm sure she will, Sam..." Kurt mumbled.

"OH HEEEEELLL TO THE NAH! SAM?!" Mercedes yelled, YET again, from upstairs.

"Brotha, you're in trouble AGAIN?" Artie said with a shake of his head.

Finn sighed, wiped his cheesy mouth on his sleeve (Kurt stared at him, completely baffled) and Blaine got up to head back towards the couch to resume their game.

"I bet you guys she makes him get rid of the dog." Blaine spoke up, pulling a $20 bill out of his tight mustard colored skinnies, and threw it on the table. "I'm betting he gets to keep McConaughey..." Finn shrugged, pulling out a $5. Artie threw in a couple of ones, while Kurt 'hrrmphed' from the recliner.

Seconds later, a very distraught Sam Evans came down the stairs.

They all turned and looked at him. Blaine spoke up as he took a drink of from his beer, "You don't get to keep him, do you?"

Sam pouted, "No. I have to give him back..."

Blaine turned back around, looked at all the wadded up bills on the coffee table, and he pumped his fist in the air triumphantly. "Yes! Kurt, baby?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"We're going out tonight..." Blaine smiled as he leaned forward to grab his prize.

The others groaned in defeat.