"I think I'm supposed to sit here." Quinn smiled at him as she stood in next to his seat on the bus.

"Supposed to?" Matt questioned, arching an eyebrow upwards. Glancing around he tried to catch Kurt's eye to glare at him. Damn it he had told him. Multiple times. All day long. Every chance he could get during the campus tour. Under no circumstances was Kurt to attempt to engineer a match between him and Quinn. And of course, as he suspected, Kurt had dismissed his objections as some sign of really liking Quinn and not wanting to admit.

Somehow, Kurt managed to sit next to Brittany. Seeing Matt's look, Kurt just smiled brightly at him and gestured for him to let Quinn sit down.

"If I don't he's going to get twenty times worse." Quinn noted dryly.

"Is that possible?"

"I don't really want to find out." Quinn admitted as she slid next to Matt, carefully smoothing her denim skirt over the tops of her legs. "With Kurt sometimes I find it's just best to go with it for a little bit until he focuses on a new project."

"So he told you this brilliant idea he had that we are perfect for each other?" Matt asked leaning against the seat back and stretching his legs. How he wished Kurt was sitting in front of him so he could kick him right now.

"He didn't have to exactly tell me. Kurt's about as hard to read as a saran wrap. We should never let him go to Vegas. He'd lose everything in about five minutes."

"True. Did he at least come up with a decent story?"

"It was at least plausible." Quinn allowed. "Everything centered on you not getting Rachel'd on the way back. God forbid he actually volunteers himself of course."

"Of course. But the day she gets him? That throw down we all have bets on is so happening."

Quinn nodded her agreement, her blonde hair sliding over her shoulders. "No doubt. So somehow he had it all worked out that to get Finn near Rachel required him to sit near Brittany and me to sit with you."

"Well cause that makes total sense. He does realize she's probably going to think she's dating him again right?"

"Serves him right." Quinn shrugged. "God of everyone here, the last person I expected to be all Susie Matchmaker was Kurt. Tina, yes. Rachel? Completely. Kurt I expect to at least have sense."

"Yeah about that. Look Quinn…"

"Relax Matt." Quinn patted his arm. "I'm no more interested in dating you than I think you are interested in me. This is strictly to keep Kurt from planning something more elaborate."

"I'm not sure if I should be relieved or insulted by that." Matt laughed lightly, trying to conceal his concern. If he was so obvious that Santana and Rachel had picked up on his feelings for Kurt, then surely Quinn could have.

"I don't mean anything by it. It's just we've been friends since second grade. Dating you would almost be like dating my brother if I had one. It would be slightly grosser than that pantsuit Rachel is wearing."

"Oh I just had a mental image of making out with Leah. So didn't need that."

"Right and since using reasoning with Kurt…."

"Leads to him dismissing it as denial." Matt finished for her.

"I have a suggestion. We do this bus ride back together. We go out after glee for coffee and then tell him it didn't work out for whatever reason. And then we move on with life. Everyone is happy."

"And if he's convinced we just didn't try hard enough?"

"We point him in the direction of a new project. Mike and Mercedes can always develop problems."

"He wouldn't be able to resist fixing that."

"Exactly and then he'll forget all about this."

"I think I forgot how devious you could be Quinn Fabray."

"Matt Rutherford I ruled this school and I will do it again."

"Yes my Queen." Matt did an abbreviated bow with a salute that caused Quinn to giggle. "So where should we tell him we're going when he pounces on us the second we get back?"

"Jackson's. The new place downtown." Quinn answered him quickly before looking down at her feet. Matt regarded her quizzically. Since this whole plan was her idea, he had expected her to suggest a place but not that quickly. And judging by the blush she was trying to hide behind her hair, she hadn't expected to blurt it out that quickly either.

"Quinn is there something special about Jackson's I need to know about? "

"No. I just…I've just wanted to go there since it opened and this is my first chance."

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Honestly Matt. There's no special reason about the place. I just want to go there."

"Ok. But if there is a reason, just so you know I am really good at keeping secrets."

"Are you now?" Quinn turned to him, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"Trust me Quinn. The things I know would turn this town on its ear."

As he saw Quinn smile up at something Matt said, Kurt knew he should feel a surge of pride. Clearly he was right and these two were perfect for each other. Just look at them, he told himself. Completely adorable just sitting there and talking. God help them if they did something truly cute like hold hands. The football player and the cheerleader, walking talking sickenly sweet clichés of teenage perfection come to life.

Why hadn't he thought of it earlier? Matt was everything Quinn had been telling him she wanted in a guy after all the drama with Finn and Puck. A good guy that could make her laugh. Sweet but not so sweet that she would feel bad if she became the raging bitch cheerleader they all knew and feared. Talented. Cute. And Matt needed someone like Quinn to help push him past his shyness, get him doing things he hadn't considered before. Quinn wouldn't mind being the more social butterfly and Matt would allow her to just relax once in a while.

He would be texting Mercedes right now, if Brittany hadn't grabbed his phone declaring it pretty. He would be pointing out to her that clearly all of his plans didn't spectacularly fail on him as she claimed. All she had to do was look at how perfectly adorable and happy Matt and Quinn were being and she would see. See that he was right, she was wrong and the next pedicure was clearly going to be on her. This was going to be his biggest triumph, well after Dad and Carole of course. There was clearly no topping that one.

But he wasn't doing that, or feeling any of that. As Brittany chattered on his ear about her diary reading cat named Dog, (He didn't even want to know the story behind that one.) all he could do was stare at the back of Matt and Quinn's heads and feel this gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't the blinding hatred that seeing Rachel with Finn used to cause. It was a twisted, churning sensation that something wasn't right with the picture. Or rather that something was missing from the picture. Some nagging little detail that he couldn't visualize right now. And even though he knew it was ridiculous (after all who was more obsessed with details than him?), some part of him actually believed if he just kept looking at them he could figure out what it exactly wasn't there.

And he was going to figure it out. Because his friends deserved nothing but the best and this was supposed to help them. And him too, but mainly them. And he was going to make sure they got it.