Wow you all! Words fail me, they truly do. I've been writing fanfiction in various fandoms for years...years (I'm so going to date myself again!) and you all have made this one my most reveiwed story. I...I...am so glad you like this little idea of mine. Or this idea that I saw in another fanfic and just wouldn't leave me alone. =) I hope lives this up to your standards. Cause I really love you all!

"Well well well. Look who decided to become a part of this century." The unmistakable sound of Santana's voice, a terrifyingly perfect mixture of sincerity and condescending bitch, sounded in Matt's ears. Shutting his locker, her turned to find Santana and Brittany standing side by side as always, fingers linked together.

"He looks just like that mute guy in glee" Brittany observed to Santana, smiling broadly.

Santana looked him up and down, taking in what Kurt had deemed a slimming knit, the black jacket and jeans Kurt swore fit him twenty times better than his old ones. He had been getting second looks since he stepped into the hallway and it hadn't gotten any easier as the day went along. It was damn uncomfortable to be the subject of such blatant attention. At least in football he had his helmet and uniform to hide in. In glee, he was just a dancer in the background. This was agony.

Although agony that was worth it. Saturday had proven to be more relaxing than awkward. Or at least once they had cracked up over Finn thinking Bush was appropriately Bush. In between dismissing almost all of the selections he had chosen, Kurt seemed to take great delight in running the poor salesclerks ragged. If he wasn't quizzing them on when the looks from this season were coming to the store ("You work in fashion darling. This is essential knowledge. How can you be so uninformed?") or criticizing the taste of the other customers almost under his breath. It seemed to be a game to Kurt. How many snide comments could he get in before they were run out of the store? Matt believed their record was 15 but Kurt had insisted the entire way home it was 17 and Matt had just missed two because he was incredibly slow in the dressing room.

While Matt had feared all their conversation would be limited to football, glee and him faking an interest in fashion, they had talked easily about movies, books and TV shows. Well argued might be closer to the truth but it was in good fun and somehow they had both seemed to know when the other was being serious and when they were just joking. If it had been a date, which clearly it wasn't, it would have been pretty damn close to perfect.

But of course it wasn't a first date. Even if he had entertained notions of it being one, Sam's call while they were heading home would have killed it right there. Nothing like hearing Kurt make plans to meet up with Sam after he was dropped off to kill the mood.

Santana circled around him slowly before throwing a look to Brittany. Looking back at him, she favored him with a smile that was slightly less chilly than normal. "Not bad Rutherford. Looks like Hummel did good work."

"Thanks I guess."

"You don't get confused and put your shirt on backwards do you? Cause that happens to me all the time." Brittany asked, her brow sweetly furrowed with worry.

"No Britt. I'm good." Matt smiled.

"Of course he's good Britt." Santana agreed smiling. "He spent all day with his little crush away from the boyfriend. He's more than good."

Matt could only stare as Santana practically shimmered as she giggled in her triumph. Brittany of course just stood there nodding the entire time. Grabbing both girls by the hand he made a quick dash into the open janitor's closet. At the very least he'd be the subject of whispers about making out with two Cheerios at the same time, which wasn't exactly a bad thing.

"What the hell Rutherford?" Santana complained when he left her hand go. She shook it, glaring in his direction as he shut the door. "You have serious damage you know that?"

"Are you nuts? You can't say shit like that in the hallway!" Matt exclaimed.

"Then don't spend half your day starting at the Mayor of Gay Town. Kinda obvious." Santana shot back, tossing her perfect ponytail behind her head.

"The Mayor goes here?" Brittany asked from where she sat playing with a mop head.

"I do not spend half my day staring at Kurt."

"No just all the time you spend near him." Santana conceded. "You're practically drooling by the time you get to glee."

"Santana…."

"Look I don't care. Really." She held up her hand and he could almost see her eye roll in the dim light of the closet. "Marry and adopt a million little Rachel Berrys. Whatever. All I want is for you to stop being such a little wimp."

"And how do you figure I'm a wimp?"

"All you do is stare at him. If you want him, you should just make your move already. You keep staring at him and eventually everyone will notice." Santana paused to tilt her head. "Well most of them might notice at some point."

"He has a boyfriend."

"Details." Santana dismissed. "Besides Sam's on the fucking swim team. Swim nerds are only good for stealing the keys to the pool in the summer. No Cheerio will be seen with a swim nerd so long as I'm head cheerleader."

"So this is all about you then. Who Kurt might actually want to be with is just details to you."

"Exactly." Santana said with the "Duh you moron" clearly implied by her tone. "Look you should just do what I say. Eventually everyone will know the truth and then your chance is gone. Because if I know one thing, it's this. Once that swim freak figures this out, your little shopping trips are over.

"I just saw Matt pull Santana and Brittany into the janitor's closet." Mercedes announced excitedly as she came up on Kurt and Sam. Linking her arm with Kurt, she smiled widely. "I think we can put this makeover firmly in the raging success column."

"Like that was ever in doubt." Kurt tossed his head. "My work is always magnificent."

"Yes but I doubt you even aimed at getting Matt with Santana and Brittany at the same time." Sam pointed out.

"You haven't heard their dating strategy." Kurt pointed out. "Besides I think it was Santana and Brittany who probably dragged him. They aren't exactly his type."

"Type?" Mercedes questioned, her eyebrow almost reaching her adorable pink fedora. "One makeover and you know his type? What exactly did you two talk about anyway?"

"Lots of things." Kurt dismissed. It seemed their conversations had covered everything and nothing. Several times he had found himself laughing and not remembering what exactly was so funny in the first place. Given the limited number of times he had actually spoken with Matt prior to his little fashion rescue mission; he had been expecting a long day of silence. It was to his great relief that Matt was actually a good conversationalist. Shy for sure but one on one he could definitely hold his end of a conversation.

And unlike some of his friends, Matt seemed to realize Kurt wasn't spending every second of every day planning on hitting on him. Ok, true he might deserve some of that due to his insanity over Finn but really. As if he would even consider dating half of them based on their fashion sense alone. Outside of Artie (who was generally too involved with Tina to really notice), most of the guys interacted with him with a look on their face that clearly said "Dude I'm straight." Looks that didn't go away unless Sam was right next to him.

But Matt hadn't been uncomfortable at all. He didn't even flinch about his comment about Gavin Rossdale. It had become a fun private game for him, seeing how outrageous he could get before Matt would break into laughter and draw attention to them. He even suspected Matt caught on to his game because his time between laughing fits grew increasingly longer.

It had been nice. A lot nicer than frankly Kurt had even expected. Even if Matt had horrific taste in film and musicals. Which he aimed to correct after glee on Thursday when they had planned a movie night.

As they came around the corner Mercedes just rounded, the trio caught sight of Matt, Santana and Brittany leaving the janitor's closet. Outside of Brittany tossing a mop head in the air and catching it, nothing seemed out of place. The beautiful Ralph Lauren jacket that seemed made for Matt still looked perfect.

Seeing them, Santana gave her usual withering smile she reserved for those she didn't chose to associate with in public. She then titled her head to Matt and gave him a wide smirk before turning on her heel and bouncing down the hall.

"Doesn't she look happy." Sam joked dryly. "Someone's plans apparently didn't work out."

Kurt nodded his head to Matt's wave in his direction. "Like I said. They aren't his type."