In retrospect, the fourth glass of Coke had been a terrible mistake. Number one it was destined to go straight to his hips and would surely earn him the increased wrath (if it was even possible) of Coach Sylvester. Number two, it violated his no sugar past 8 rule. Kurt sighed as he turned over once again in his bed, catching a glimpse of the glowing red numbers. He was going to force himself to remember this the next time he thought it wouldn't hurt anything to deviate from his very specific nighttime routine. Sleep was clearly not going to come anytime soon tonight.
At least if anyone asked he was going to blame that damn fourth glass of Coke. There was no way he was actually admit he was trying to figure out why he couldn't stop thinking about Matt.
Reviewing the events of the night, he tried to remember if anything out of the ordinary had happened to justify this level of obsession. After saving him from really finding out what really was on the gym floor, Matt had elected to stay with their group. He had made jokes about what dance troop Mike was ripping off just soft enough for Mike to miss them but just loud enough to make everyone else crack up. In a scene that indicated Mike had seen Step Up one too many times to vouch for good taste, a dance battle was declared. The rest of the night alternated between the two best friends trying to outdo each other and showing off for the rest of the school.
All in all a pretty average night at an average dance. Nothing to lose sleep over. That's precisely what Kurt had been telling himself for the past two hours and for whatever reason he still couldn't get his mind to stop going over every minute of it.
Matt had been Matt. Plain old Matt, as he most likely would say it. He hadn't even worn any of the clothes from his makeover. He joked. He danced. He barely socialized with anyone that he didn't already know. He hadn't done anything differently. Maybe the catching him thing was different, Kurt allowed but still that was what someone did for a friend Finn accidentally knocked over. Sam and Mercedes for example had been attempting to do the exact same thing. Absolutely nothing strange about that action at all.
Sitting up and putting his feet on the floor, Kurt shook himself to clear his head. This was purely the result of too much sugar and calories too late at night. Padding towards the desk where he kept his laptop, he powered it up. His father had strange sleeping patterns and on the off chance his dad woke up, he elected to keep the overhead lights off in favor of the glow of the monitor. Seeing the familiar icons that indicated he was online, he navigated towards some of his favorite web sites. If he was going to be up, the least he could do was be entertained.
He always had his AIM on as a habit but he hadn't used it in forever, catching most of his friends on Facebook these days. So when the buzz that indicated a new message went off, he almost jumped a foot in the air he was so startled. He hadn't even checked to see if anyone was even on. After all it was 2 in the morning.
DancinMachine: What are you doing up this late? Won't this destroy your facial care routine?
Kurt didn't even fight the urge to smile. Matt. This was the perfect solution to his issue. Maybe if he talked to Matt, he could stop obsessing about this and actually get some sleep.
BrdwayBound: I could say the same thing about you.
DancinMachine: I'm still wound up from wiping the floor with Mike tonight.
BrdwayBound: Funny. That's not his view of that at all.
DancinMachine: Please. He was just trying to save face in front of Mercedes. I'll know I'll live to regret this but he would not shut up about her on the way home. I've told him next time to just ask her to be his date or I was going to make him walk all over this town like a loser.
BrdwayBound: And why would you regret telling me that? Do you know what this means?
DancinMachine: That we should just kiss any actual practice on our glee assignment goodbye since you'll be consumed with matchmaking?
BrdwayBound: I am not consumed with it. Besides all she talked about were his smooth moves on the dance floor. Like I told you before. It's a nudge in a direction they want to go in anyway.
DancinMachine: How do you spell pushy? K-U-R-T.
BrdwayBound: How do you spell unsupportive? M-A-T-T.
DancinMachine: I'd say whatever you need to sleep at night but since you can't…..oh well.
BrdwayBound: Evil. Keep this up and I remove all mention of you from my toast at the wedding.
DancinMachine: Yeah that's a completely normal threat to make. We're going to have to work on that. Cause see that doesn't motivate me to help you at all.
BrdwayBound: I'll get Santana to switch partners with me. You'll be stuck with Rachel. Better?
DancinMachine: That's a threat. Now I'm motivated to help you with anything short of felonies. I have this whole "don't want to go to jail" thing.
BrdwayBound: With you there. Horizontal black stripes? Ugh!
DancinMachine: Well since I now know you weren't up planning the wedding of our friends, why are you up this late? It's fairly routine for me on the weekends but I don't think I've ever seen you up this late.
BrdwayBound: Can't sleep. Makes no sense and I can't really explain why.
Well he could explain but Kurt had a feeling actually admitting to Matt he kept thinking about him might not help the situation at all.
DancinMachine: Sucks. At least we have each other for company. I start going a little bonkers with no one but myself to talk to this late at night.
BrdwayBound: Oh so what do we blame your insanity on during the daytime hours?
DancinMachine: Walked right into that one didn't I?
BrdwayBound: Pretty much. Yeah.
DancinMachine: Deserved it then. Seriously nothing's wrong right? You'd tell me if you were sick weren't you?
Matt's obvious concern made Kurt's smile even bigger. He had a feeling Matt would hate this description but it was sweet. He would have expected that question from Mercedes, Quinn, Artie or Tina. Possibly even Finn if he wasn't passed out on the couch upstairs. A few short weeks ago he wouldn't have figured on saying anything more than a causal hi to Matt and now Matt was asking him if he was sick.
Kurt felt his eyes widen. Oh God. That was what was going on here. How could he have been so blind? Had he no shame? No common sense? Sure he liked Matt, but right now Kurt was terrified he was starting to like Matt. He couldn't go down this path again. Matt was straight and he had a boyfriend. No good could come from liking Matt. Matt was a friend. Just a friend.
His fingers flew across the keyboard. He was wrong. Talking to Matt had been a huge mistake.
BrdwayBound: Yeah. I'm fine. In fact starting to crash now. I'll catch you later k?
DancinMachine: Yeah sure. Night.
Kurt logged out of his session and stared at the glowing image of his background picture of New York City at night. He had to get a grip. Matt was a friend. Furthermore he was straight. And he was quite happy with Sam, his boyfriend. Clearly he was going to have to stay up all night to remind himself of these rather obvious facts. Because the last thing he needed was to develop a crush on another straight jock just because he was nice. And sweet. And they shared a few interests. And was cute.
With a groan Kurt walked across the room and dropped dramatically on to his bed. Clearly he was walking a very thin line here and needed to be careful with everything he did. This was a complication he did not need.