"So this is your room?" Kurt questioned as he wandered through the door Matt had pointed him towards.

"Yeah." Matt said slowly as he looked around. He had cleaned up the night before so it didn't look as bad as it normally did. He was well aware that his room was nowhere close to how Kurt decorated his room but really, who else would think of that but Kurt? This was his room and it wasn't that bad if he did say so himself.

"It fits you." Kurt declared. It was a little messy, he could clearly see the clothes Matt had just shoved under the bed, but he appreciated the effort. Gaga knew that Artie had stopped trying to act like he wasn't a total slob months ago. Only the mere idea of Tina coming over inspired Artie to clean. And he would prefer to not know what would happen in Finn's room if Carole didn't force him to clean it once a week. Considering the amount of crap that came out the room on a weekly basis, it was a little terrifying to consider what could happen if they waited until Finn realized clothes really weren't supposed to smell rancid.

A few football posters were tacked to the walls, with the expected trophies collecting dust on a bookshelf in the corner. He was actually impressed to see some books that had evidence of actually being read shoved behind the trophies. Moving closer, Kurt smirked as he picked up one trophy. "Bowling? You did league bowling?"

"Shut up." Matt reached out and tried to grab the trophy back but Kurt ducked under his arm. "My dad's on a team. They needed another guy and guess who got drafted."

"Your resume gets more varied by the second. Football. Dancing. Singing. Bowling. Should I expect to find a blanket you knit somewhere in here as well?" Kurt teased with a smile on his face. He handed the trophy back and tried not to laugh as Matt put it back in the exact spot it had been.

"You think you're real hilarious don't you?" Matt kept his back to Kurt, once again trying to ignore the sensation just accidentally touching Kurt caused in him. He really needed to learn to ignore that sick sadistic instinct that kept creating situations like inviting Kurt to hang out at his house. Could have just told him everyone was sick and taken a rain check, he lectured himself for probably the ninetieth time that day. But noooo, you had to invite him over here. And while I'm thinking of it, why does that voice in my head that gets me in trouble like this sound like Rachel? I really do need to get my head examined. Hearing Rachel in your head is not a good sign!

Kurt figured he would get back to checking out those trophies later. He knew Matt thought he hadn't noticed (or couldn't tell what it was for) but he had noticed the trophy for fishing. There was a story he was just dying to know. So long as it didn't involve actually going fishing, that was. To bide time until he could get a closer look at that fishing trophy, he picked up a framed picture perched on the window sill. He recognized Matt's mother from their brief introduction a few minutes ago. "This your sister?" he asked pointing to the younger woman.

Matt nodded as he took the picture from Kurt's hand. "Leah. She's a sophomore at OSU."

She was also the only person he had told he was gay to in the entire world. Leah could be a complete pain in the butt but she had always been in his corner. She dragged him to his football tryout before ninth grade and had thought him joining glee was the best idea he had ever had. Over the summer they had stayed up the entire night, laughing about stupid things they had done when they were kids, complained about how annoying Steven and Gabriel were solely because they had hit middle school and sometime between midnight and dawn he had told her the truth about his perpetual dateless status. Leah had just squeezed his hand and told him she loved him anyways. She then proceeded to tell him she wouldn't fix him up with any of the guys she knew at school because they were way too old for him.

"Not that I'm an expert or anything…."

"Wait. I've got to write that down. You actually admitted you don't know everything." Matt made an elaborate show of looking for a pen and piece of paper.

"Your jokes need improvement just like your taste." Kurt said patiently. "But as I was saying, not that I'm an expert but I did expect to see at least a few pictures of girls you aren't related in your room."

Oh that. He had gone through the motions of putting up the typical teenage boy posters in his room. He had bought the posters of the women he had heard Mike declare "hot" and put them up. But after awhile he couldn't justify the expense when he would rather buy Firefly DVDs or something that would help him keep up with Mike in glee (cause that was way harder than it actually looked. If Mike wasn't his best friend he would probably hate him.) so he had just stopped. Since he was never that much of a social butterfly and generally went to his friends' houses he hadn't considered it might seem a little off.

Matt shrugged and gestured towards the picture Kurt had taken an interest in. "Mom and Leah. They would kill me. "

It was true enough. They had complained about the objectification of women which each poster he had brought home, a tradition he now gladly passed on to his younger brothers. It might be the only time he would ever consider it, but having two self-proclaimed feminists in his family just came in handy.

"The fact you are constantly single is a total mystery. If Quinn wasn't still so clearly hung up on Puck and Mercedes wasn't in denial about liking Mike…" Kurt shook his head. "Well I guess we will have to see how great I am at match-making another time. But I will not let this stand. "

Not really wanting to consider Kurt deciding to play match-maker with him (there was an awkward conversation waiting to happen on a first date. I'm sorry this isn't going to work out since I'm crazy about the guy who set us up. Oh and he doesn't know about me being gay so just keep that quiet ok? Thanks so much!) he decided to concentrate on the gossip about Quinn and Mercedes. "So you think Quinn really is stuck on Puck? She's been ignoring him pretty much since the second she gave birth."

"But she throws bitch face to rival Santana when some poor unsuspecting freshman takes him seriously." Kurt pointed out dropping onto Matt's bed without being asked. "The bitchy cheerleader is very much alive and well, if a little hidden at times."

"I'll keep an eye out for that." He really didn't want to stare but Kurt was sitting on his bed. Good Lord what the hell possessed him to think this was a good idea? "Now if it will help with Mercedes's denial, I can tell you I've never seen Mike like this about any girl before."

"Really?" Kurt leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Because she has convinced herself this is similar to the time Puck dated her for popularity."

"That doesn't even make sense." Matt pointed out.

"I told her as much." Kurt nodded his agreement. "But all the shopping trips in the world can't get her to see my point. So whatever you can tell me that will help is welcome. Because I bet he's almost annoying as she is right now about this."

"Oh yeah." Matt straddled his desk chair and slid it across the floor towards the bed. "I do know he's trying to figure out a good way to ask Mr. Schue to let him partner with her for all the upcoming Invitational numbers, but he's not getting anywhere with that."

"I guess then it will just be up to us to try to give them a helpful nudge in the right direction then."

"Nudge? Is that what they call being pushy these days?"

"It's not pushy if it's something they both really want. All we would be doing is securing a spot in the wedding toast in all actuality."

"You're cracked. But if the opportunity happens…."

"Ha!" Kurt snapped in triumph. "You're just as interested in this as I am."

"No but I am tired of hearing Mike moon and not doing anything about it. It gets old."

"Very true." Kurt nodded. "I shall keep you on speed dial for all possible opportunities."

"Do that." Matt nodded. "In the meantime, what did you bring in your pathetic quest to try to beat me?"

"I will beat you."

"Please. I rule at this game."

"No. I let you think you rule at this game. World of difference."

"Whatever gets you to sleep at night." Matt grabbed the DVD out of Kurt's hand. "West Side Story? Please."

"I think you more than anyone will appreciate the dancing. And I won't tell when you cry your way through the ending."

"I will not cry."

"That's what you think."