"How many times do I have to tell you this isn't a date?" Matt groaned as Kurt pushed past him and made a beeline for his closet. At the back of his mind, Matt realized that was just a horrible joke waiting to happen.

"And how many times do I have to tell you that you can't take Quinn Fabray out looking like you rolled out of bed?" Kurt waved his hand at Matt's protest. Not a date, Kurt snorted to himself. It was so a date but if that's what it took to get Matt to actually go through with this coffee outing (Seriously? Coffee? The next thing Kurt was going to have teach Matt was a good place for a first date clearly.) then fine, he would play along. He wouldn't mention the big d word if it freaked him out so much. But it didn't mean he was going to leave anything to chance.

"And how would you know what I look like when I roll out of bed?" The words flew out of Matt's mouth before his far more logical brain had a second to even consider shoving them back down his throat. It was a damn good thing Kurt's back was currently to him so he couldn't see the bright red color that had taken residence on his cheeks. Well there were some images he hadn't really admitted to in the light of day.

His hand stilled on a particularly tragic flannel shirt that somehow he had been blissfully ignorant of before this second as Matt's retort filtered past Kurt's rationalizations and caused him to close his eyes briefly, trying to keep himself in check. Straight, straight, he's straight; do not go down this road his brain screamed at him as a mantra. Forcing the breath he had unconsciously began holding out of his mouth, he clamped his fingers down on the offending flannel instead. "Where did you get this? My dad's closet?"

"There is nothing wrong with that shirt." Matt made a move to grab it from him, but Kurt twirled the shirt behind his head.

"Newsflash. Grunge died when Kurt Cobain did."

It was actually hilarious to see that Kurt apparently really did think he could win this battle, even being as short as he was. Matt would take a step towards him and Kurt would take a step back. Matt would go to the left. Kurt to the right. Blue-green eyes locked into brown trying to anticipate the next move. The spark of competition that flared between them when discussing movies or music had clearly been ignited for a reason they both realized was ridiculous. Not that it mattered. Kurt was determined to burn the shirt and Matt was equally determined to save it from the dumpster Kurt thought it was destined for.

However, Matt had the advantage. Not only was he taller, but he had months of secretly watching Kurt to rely on. Sure at the time he felt slightly no better than a stalker but had it really been his fault when Mr. Schue always seemed to place them near each other in blocking? And such, he knew that Kurt had a habit of tilting his head ever so slightly in whichever direction he was going to turn. All Matt had to do was wait to see the tilt and then move. He just needed to keep his eyes on Kurt and not Kurt's feet.

"You are so not going to win this one Matt." Kurt promised as he tried to duck to the left and escape to standing on Matt's bed. At least then he would have a height advantage, Kurt reasoned even if Mercedes would make it a point to kill him, get him resurrected through some form of dark magic and then kill him again for even coming over to Matt's house in the first place much less contemplating things like his bed and what he looked like rolling out of the aforementioned furniture.

"Big words from someone who can't even win the movie war." Matt smiled as he finally saw the head tilt he was looking for.

If Matt hadn't have been watching so closely for all those months, he would have fell for the fake dart to the right Kurt attempted. As it was, he stepped to the left to block him. This meant Kurt had no choice but to crash directly into his chest. Furthermore, he clearly had no choice but to steady the smaller boy by almost hugging Kurt close to him to keep him upright.

"You ok?" Matt asked, willing his voice to stay steady and not squeak the question out. He was sincerely glad he had decided to throw a button down shirt over his usual t-shirt. At least this way there wasn't as great of a chance that Kurt would be able to see his heart jump out of his chest. He felt a hand let go of Kurt's shoulder and rest atop of his fingers still holding the now almost-forgotten shirt.

Looking up, Kurt prayed he was a good enough actor to pass off his shortness of breath as just exertion from the mock-battle and nearly falling. Outside of his dad and Sam, he doubted he had ever stood this close to a straight male his own age before. If he were to say fake a stumble forward, he would find himself quite comfortably tucked under Matt's chin. A few more inches and he could easily…..the part of his brain not under some spell of hormones took this moment to scream loudly that while yes, stealing a kiss might be incredibly easy it was also incredibly stupid since he had a boyfriend and Matt was interested in girls. Girls like Quinn. Who he all but forced Matt to go out with. Clearly he needed therapy. After a long ass kicking from Mercedes.

"Fine. Fine."

"Good. Good." Fighting to regain control, and failing to ignore the excitement cruising through his hand, Matt yanked the shirt out of Kurt's grasp, taking a step backwards. Almost immediately he regretted the distance, even if it was just a few inches. "Because I so just won."

His eyes narrowed Kurt crossed his arms across his chest. There. Right there, the perfect proof this entire crush needed to die right now. Matt had horrible taste in clothes and was actually celebrating saving that monstrosity. What further proof did he actually need? "This time. But I will get that shirt away from you and you are still not wearing that for your non-date."

"Since it is a non-date what does it actually matter what I wear? Quinn's seen me right after football practice after all." Matt pointed out.

"It always matters what you wear." Kurt sighed. "And I really hope I don't need to tell you how girls like it when you put a little effort into things? Because frankly, something that basic is a lesson I figured on teaching Puck, not you."

"I know that. It's just coffee at Jackson's after glee tomorrow. It's not that big of a deal. Quinn and I are friends remember?"

"I do remember. So as her friend then I also don't have to remind you what a particularly hellacious year she's had when it comes to guys. Granted, some of it was drama of her own making but still she deserves a good time with a nice guy doesn't she?"

"I don't disagree with you. She does deserve that. Just once again I feel compelled to point out Quinn and I are just friends. Also, never ever tell a guy he's a nice guy. It's like "good personality". Kiss of death."

"You are a nice guy and if it's not a date then why do you care if I describe you as one?"

Matt held up his hand. "Question. Is the fastest way to get out of this argument for me to cave and let you pick out what you deem appropriate for me to wear tomorrow so we can then move on to other things like practicing our song?"

Kurt looked up to the ceiling and pretended to seriously consider the situation. "Probably." He answered with a smile and shrug.

Matt rolled his eyes. If Kurt only knew all he actually had to do was just smile like that him and he'd most likely do any outlandish thing he asked. "Fine. But I get movie pick today."

"Your belief this will take a short time in fantastically amusing."