Ok yeah..I've been on a bit of a roll with this lately. This is largely because my mom is coming down tomorrow and i'll be computerless from then till Monday night. And I didn't want to just give you one update this week. So you've been spoiled yes...but for a good reason. Feel the love!

As the entire team filed into the choir room, Kurt slipped Matt a slip of paper before dashing to his usual perch at the top of the risers. Trying his best to look innocent (realizing at the same time he was completely failing), he pretended to be involved in putting his messenger bag under his chair. Matt shot him a questioning look before looking down at the paper. Flipping it over, Matt glanced at it long enough to roll his eyes and glare in Kurt's direction.

"Payback's a bitch." Matt mouthed towards him.

Kurt made a "bring it on" motion with his fingers as he smiled at Mercedes coming to join him.

"Do I even want to know?" She questioned as she took note of Matt's mature response of sticking out his tongue to her best friend's antics.

"Matt just refuses to accept I have better taste. He'll learn." He patted the seat next to him. "Not that I ever refuse your company but why are you sitting here instead of with Mike?"

"Boy please. There is no me and Mike and there never will be. What I want to know is when I get let into the secret club you have going on with Matt."

"Someone's delusional again."

"Excuse me? Who just had an entire conversation with him without saying a word? That's Mike's deal not yours. Not to mention the two of you have Facebook posts that no one else understands."

"They are not that cryptic."

"The last one you wrote was and I quote here, Crybaby: not just a movie." Mercedes rolled her eyes as she made the appropriate air quotes. "And Matt's response was only understandable thanks to Artie."

"You're adorable when you are all conspiracy minded." Kurt patted her hand.

Mercedes was about to argue but Mr. Schue's arrival cut her off. As usual, he started with clapping his hands and going to the white board to grab a marker. After writing his usual one word (today's choice: Cincinnati All Sing) he turned back to the assembled group. "Now you all know that the Cincinnati All Sing is in a month and a half." He started as he began to pace.

"You know that was because Brittany can't read a calendar." Kurt muttered to Mercedes out of the side of his mouth.

"Most schools use this as a chance to debut routines they'll use in Sectionals next year. So we'll need to pull out all the stops."

"Mr. Schue?" Kurt honestly tried to fight the natural urge to roll his eyes as Rachel stood up, her hand raised. Why did she even bother raising her hand since she kept right on talking every time? He had learned to tolerate her in small does but he wasn't perfect and she was still Rachel. "I think you are absolutely right. And as such as glee captain, I have taken the liberty of planning out a set list for us."

"With her singing solos in everything naturally." Mercedes whispered under her breath. Kurt didn't need to look at his best friend to see her shoulders begin to hunch. If Mr. Schue didn't step in soon, there was about to be a diva rumble in the choir room. And Artie didn't even have his camera to film it!

"That's…that's nice Rachel but I think the other schools are going to be watching out for you specifically." Mr. Schue smiled at her. It was an interesting tactic, but one that Kurt admitted could work. "We have a reputation of sending Rachel and Finn out through the audience."

"Don't know why since we've done it every competition since Sectionals." Santana cut in snidely.

Mr. Schue continued on as if Santana hadn't spoken, which was really the only way to handle her interruption. It wasn't as if the cheerleader hadn't spoken the absolute truth. "Which is why I suggest we change things up for the All Sing. The numbers we've been working on for the Invitational are great but let's really shock everyone when the All Sing comes along. Do something completely different and unexpected."

A wave of perplexed faces greeted Mr. Schue's announcement. This sounded like strategy. And one that might actually work. This was new territory for them. They groaned in unison as Mr. Schue's infamous hat was brought to sit on top of the piano. Not the hat.

"To make sure we get ideas from everyone, we're going to let the fates decide. And I'm going to make sure that no one is working with someone they normally work with. "Mr. Schue looked over at Finn and Rachel pointedly. "This is to really get some new ideas flowing in here."

After shaking the hat, Mr. Schue looked up for volunteers. Seeing no one willing, he pointed over at Quinn. With a sigh the blonde stood up and put her hand in. Pulling the paper out she smiled a little. "Tina."

As Quinn went to sit by Tina, Kurt noticed Mr. Schue didn't bother to check her paper. As Brittany happily bounced up to the front to pull Finn's name from the hat, he noticed Mr. Schue didn't check again. Now this could be promising if no one pulled Mike or Mercedes's name. He leaned further up in his chair, which was unfortunate when he almost fell when Santana pulled Rachel's name. The low rumble of laughter cut through the entire club. There was a planning session everyone was dying to see happen. Still there was no checking of the names.

"Pick Puck. Pick Puck." Kurt prayed silently as Artie rolled forward. He caught Matt's eyes and nodded his head in Mercedes's and Mike's directions. Matt looked confused and turned back to watch Artie announce that he had chosen Puck.

Rather shockingly Puck didn't have a single comment to make. He made an elaborate show of rolling his eyes but with Puck they had all learned to measure progress in baby steps. Kurt stood up and walked to the front when Mr. Schue caught his eye. Closing his eyes he fished through the remaining names. If Mr. Schue wasn't so trusting this might be harder, but since he wasn't actually checking to make sure they were telling the truth, it was almost as if he knew what Kurt was planning.

With a grin he pulled out his slip of paper and opened it. "Matt." He announced with a grin in Matt's direction.

"That leaves Mercedes and Mike working together." Mr. Schue announced. "We'll work on the numbers for Invitationals next time but for the rest of today I want you to split into your pairs and brainstorm. I want everyone ready to perform in three weeks."

Most likely suspecting this exact outcome, the rest of the team had already moved towards their assigned partners. As Santana nearly shoved him to the ground as she stalked out of the choir room with Rachel hot on her heel waving sheet music at her, Kurt smiled as Mercedes and Mike shyly moved towards each other. Seeing where he was looking, Matt shook his head as he came to where he stood at the piano. "So that's what you were having the epileptic fit about." Matt laughed.

"I was being perfectly clear. You were pretending to be more clueless than my dear stepbrother to be."

"Trust me. No one would have understood what you were doing. You're lucky I saw it and not Puck. He would have pounded you for flirting with him."

"You don't mind working with me do you?" Kurt questioned suddenly. "Once I realized Mr. Schue wasn't actually checking the names….."

"It's fine. Once I realized the four of us were the last ones, I figured you were going to try to nudge them together." Matt teased, secretly hoping that Kurt had in fact pulled his name out of the hat. It didn't make much sense he knew but he'd like to know they would have been working together either way.

"As it was, I didn't need to try so hard." Kurt held up the slip of paper with Matt's name on it. "Seems the fates really wanted those two to work together."

"That or the laws of probability." Matt reasoned as he adjusted his backpack further up his shoulder. "We probably should work on this instead of staring at them. Eventually they will notice."

"Not likely." Kurt scoffed. Neither Mercedes nor Mike had managed to notice they were the only ones still sitting in the choir room chairs. "But we should still get going and give them their privacy. If by some remote chance they do actually remember other people exist, they're going to come straight for us if we are nearby."

"Good point. Suggestions?"

"Mr. Schue's Spanish room. He'll let us use it. No one else will think about it and they will never think to look for us there."

Matt nodded his agreement. "Lead on."

"After you Crybaby."

"I am so going to get you for that."Matt mumbled as they made their way to the door.

"I don't think so. Besides there's nothing wrong with crying at the end of West Side Story."

"You still could have warned me."

"I told you it was based on Romeo and Juliet. What exactly did you expect?"

"Whatever. And for the record? We're not using any music from that for this project."

"Oh come on! You'd be a great Bernardo!"