"Since when do you sit out at a dance?" Santana asked with a knowing smirk on her perfect face. The pounding dance music had successfully drowned out actual conversation throughout the rest of the cheaply decorated gym. Of course Santana had made sure her voice was heard by practically falling into his lap.

Matt rolled his eyes as he stopped her from actually falling. He was well aware of the envious looks a great majority of the male population present shot in his general direction as he placed his hands on Santana's waist. It was times like this Matt was positive Santana didn't actually want him to come out of the closet. Yes he was using her to keep up his image, but she was using him right back. If she draped herself all over him, then those she deemed inferior (so the grand majority of the school then) wouldn't attempt to talk to her.

"Since when do you actually care? Everyone looks at you are actually dancing with."

"True." Santana tilted her head. "But you know how I only want the best. And that's you."

"That's Mike." Matt corrected. He knew his best friend was in here somewhere. After all they had driven here together. It could monsoon and Mike would show up at a dance. If on the off chance they every actually became separated all he had to do was look for the large crowd at the center of the floor. Mike was sure to be at the center.

Santana scoffed in the way Matt was positive she had perfected while in nursery school. "Mike is over there with Mercedes. And we aren't in the choir room."

He followed the direction she pointed in. Sure enough he found his best friend trying to teach Mercedes the latest step he had learned from watching You Tube. Mercedes was holding her own, which was impressive enough for the small group around them to clap appreciatively. Unfortunately that also gave Finn the insane idea he too could master those steps.

"Oh that's just wrong on so many levels." Matt shook his head. "People are going to get seriously injured."

"Especially Kurt since he's trying to stop him." Santana smirked as she managed to sit in Matt's lap. "Not that you were thinking that or anything."

Actually he had been making quite the conscious effort to not be an obsessive loser about that once he saw Kurt and Sam walk in the door with Artie, Tina and Mercedes. He was this close to succeeding at it when Santana had to saunter over to him. "You know people don't give you enough credit. You are more evil than you seem."

She smiled broadly, clearly taking his words as a compliment. "I see you're still a wimp. Swim nerd is still unfortunately present."

"Sam really is a good guy you know." Annoyingly perfect in every way but it didn't take away from the fact Sam hadn't actually done anything wrong. Besides being born and coming to town. But outside of that? Nothing.

Santana waved her hand in dismissal. "Swim nerd. So why haven't you made your move yet?"

"Because Kurt's still dating Sam maybe?"

"And we're back to the whole you're a wimp thing." Santana shook her head, causing her hair to fly around her. "Do I really need to teach you about how to get someone who is unfortunately attached? "

"Santana…"

"Really Rutherford this entire thing could be over in like five minutes if you just listen to me. It has never failed me."

"Yeah somehow I don't think promising to make out with Brittany in front of him would have the same effect it had on Finn." Matt pointed out, helping her stand up. Clearly the only way he was going to end this conversation was to leave her standing alone. Which would probably sign his death warrant, but so be it.

"Whatever." Santana sneered at him. "But I'm here with someone and you're sitting in the corner like a loser. So who's way actually works?"

As he watched her stalk off to her latest conquest, a baseball player Matt somewhat recognized from biology, he sighed and looked to the ceiling. She was right but he was damned if he was actually going to take her advice.

Kurt grimaced as Finn once again tried to do exactly what Mike just showed them. He loved Finn dearly in a brotherly way but someone had to tell the boy he had no moves. As it was in the few minutes since Finn had taken over the center of their small circle, they had all ducked a flying limb at least five times. He looked over at Rachel, hoping she could at least end this exercise in defensive dancing but she was looking as if Michael Jackson had just moonwalked in front of her. Her hands flew in a flurry in enthusiastic clapping. Of course she would be no help. Typical. The one time he actually needed her to be critical and she was staring like a star-struck Twi-hard at the Eclipse movie premiere.

"Does he even realize he's going to take someone's eye out?" Sam whispered into his ear.

"The sad thing is he does. It's why he's staying away from Artie. I guess he figures because the rest of us have full use of our legs we can stay safe." Kurt whispered back shaking his head.

"You have to stop him. This is embarrassing for the co-captain of the show choir." Sam pointed out.

"Why me? There's other team members here. Including Mike. Mike can totally tell him."

"Yeah but he considers you his brother. He'll listen to you before anyone else." Sam smiled as he patted him on the back. "Family ties and all."

Kurt shook his head as he took in the almost gleeful smile of his boyfriend. "You are so going to owe me big for this." He pointed out.

"Like I don't pay up." Sam teased right back.

Ok he had a point there Kurt smiled back at him as he took a tentative step towards Finn. An arm flew out an awkward angle and Kurt ducked just in time to avoid having a black eye in the morning. He took another step when Finn's foot suddenly jerked out connecting with his left shin, kicking his foot out from under him. Feeling himself falling, Kurt waved his hands in an attempt to grab on to someone, preferably Finn, to keep him from falling in a ridiculously embarrassing fashion.

He could see Sam and Mercedes moving towards him to help but a pair of strong arms wrapped around him just in time to stop his decent. Looking up, his eye locked with Matt's brown orbs, concern clearly on his face. Where had he come from? And did he even care? He could remember Coach Tanaka talking about Matt's magically ability to catch anything near him on the field. Kurt had assumed it was nothing more than what he assumed to be typical sports related hype. Now he was a believer.

"You ok? I saw you pulling a Finn there." Matt asked as he set Kurt on his feet, helping him brush off dirt from his shoulders.

"Yeah. Fine. "Kurt nodded his breath still short even though it really hadn't been that bad of a near fall. He'd had worse in the basement when Finn decided to attempt walk in his Gaga heels. "Where did you come from? I didn't see you."

"I was talking to Santana and saw Finn attempt to follow Mike's impress your date steps." Matt shrugged, keeping his eye roving to make sure Kurt really hadn't hurt anything. "I figured disaster was soon to follow."

"Yes. Good call." Kurt smiled and their eyes locked. It would be impossible to describe but somehow Kurt swore he could feel the air shift between them. It wasn't any different than any other time they had hung out together but suddenly there seemed to be a difference. He mentally tried to shake it from his being. "Thanks. I owe you."

"No problem. " Matt smiled softly. "Anything for a friend right?"