A half hour, it had taken a half hour before the boys noticed the door was unlocked and that had been with a little help, Sam had went back to the supply closet for napkins. The boys had come out following the laughing bartender. "The door was locked!" Blaine protested.

"We tried it, it wouldn't open." the pale young man promised.

"Whatever," Sam shook his head still laughing "you're back together so that's less headaches for me."

"We are not back together..." Kurt glanced at Blaine "are we?"

"Aren't we?" Blaine questioned. "I thought we were."

"Do you want to be?"

Rolling his eyes Sam left the duo to work out the finer details of it all, sliding back behind the bar he grinned at Unique "I am Sam, I am back..."

"That doesn't rhyme." she pointed out with a giggle.

Sam shrugged, "So what do you think, you know Santana..."

"I actually just met Santana." she shook her head. "But she seems nice if that's what you're asking."

"I just worry, Brittany's..." Sam paused trying to chose the correct words, Brittany wasn't stupid, they had dyslexia in common so he knew her struggle in school, "she's sweet."

Blaine and Kurt were talking at a small high table by the wall, Santana smirked and wiggled her fingers in a smug wave when they both looked her way.

"Stop it." Quinn chuckled lightly smacking her sister's shoulder.

"Well then go talk to your project because I will keep smiling and waving every time they look my way." Santana said before taking a quick swig of her drink.

Rolling her eyes Quinn stood up, pulling a briefcase from under the table she opened it up grabbing out a file, Santana smirked as Quinn tucked the briefcase back out of sight, Brittany glanced under the table seeing only feet. Quinn shrugged at the other blonde before heading to the boys table. "Gentlemen." she smiled "Quinn Fabray, Match Maker," she introduced herself to Kurt "Santana's sister." she reminded Blaine. Both boys straightened up. Placing the file on the table she opened it. "Because of your friends concerns I looked for your perfect match," she glanced at Blaine before lying straight to Kurt's face " As I don't remember meeting you I believe your friends may have filled out the forms for you." she showed both boys their information, Kurt looked at the red pencil writing on his paper that then changed to pen and two different handwritings.

"Brittany, Mike and Tina." he mumbled recognizing all three handwritings.

"Well with how they talked about you I can see why, they said you were miserable, which tracks because he was too." Quinn said looking between the boys, "Any way as you can see, she swept her hand over the results "you two are a perfect match, if you talk out your issues." Quinn watched them read their papers which clearly stated they were a perfect match as long as they communicated.

"She locked us in a supply clos..."

Quinn interrupted "Brittany wanted you happy and Santana wants her happy and she isn't above locking people in a closet to get it." Blaine opened his mouth but shut it when Quinn's eyebrow arched.

"We're really a perfect match?" Kurt asked looking up from the paperwork in his hands.

"I'm never wrong." Quinn softly promised. "Have a nice night." she nodded leaving them with the paperwork. Rejoining the table she wasn't surprised by the plate of food in front of Santana, a mix of Millie and Pierce's, as soon as she sat down Santana pushed a bowl over to her. "Nice." Pierce's soup.

"Mind if I join you?" Kitty's eyes pleaded.

"Pop a squat." Puck stood up, giving the boy on a wheelchair a small glare.

"Thank you." Kitty took the seat next to Quinn whispering "He keeps following me."

"I think he can feel it." Quinn whispered back.

"I can talk to him." Puck offered, Quinn nodded. Stepping around the table Puck gestured Artie away from the full table. "Dude come on." hesitating Artie slowly followed Puck to one of the VIP tables "You're trying too hard, you're creeping her out."

"W...What?" Artie stopped before they reached the table.

"You're throwing all you got at the blonde, everyone can see it and right now she's hiding with her aunts to get away." Puck explained.

"Oh, I...it worked in high school." Artie mumbled.

"You're not in high school any more." Puck reminded.

Rolling up to the table Artie placed his food on it before pulling closer and locking his brakes, a trick he'd learned in high school so the bullies wouldn't pull his chair away from the table. Sitting across from him Puck waited for the young man to say something. "There's just something about her."

"Then get to know her, take your time." Puck offered.

"Why are you helping me?" Artie eyed him, Puck could see the doubt in the other boy's eyes.

"I met Quinn before and scared her off, I came on too strong, I just got my second chance" Puck said giving a light shrug "wanna make sure you don't fuck it up like I did."

"Oh," Artie nodded still confused "thank you."

"So give her some time and then ask her to dance, don't make it creepy and if she says no it's no." Puck warned.

"So no, 'Hey baby woulds you likes to dance?', none of that?" Artie checked.

"Yea." Puck nodded standing "Not that."

"Okay."

"Food's awesome." Puck said over his shoulder as he walked back to his table, pulling a chair from a different table he pulled up behind Quinn.

"How'd it go?" Santana asked.

"I told him to pull back, he was throwing too much her way, I also told him give it time and ask her to dance." Kitty coughed on her food causing Puck to pat her back, holding her hand up he stopped patting then explained to her "I told him if you said no to leave you alone, told him I scared your aunt off by coming on too strong and this is my second chance."

"Thank you."

When Joe stepped away and threw on a premade mix Brittany and Mike pulled Santana, Quinn and Tina to the dance floor. Joe had been snacking but now he wanted to sit and eat, joining Sam at the bar he introduced himself to Unique as she left to rejoin Marley at their table. Puck watched Artie slowly roll over to them, stopping when he got close enough to be heard Artie cleared his throat speaking to Kitty "Hi, my name is Artie Abrams and I'm a friend of Brittany's," glancing at Puck he returned his attention to Kitty gesturing to the dance floor he asked "would you like to dance?"

Looking him up and down Kitty pursed her lips before giving a slight nod "Okay."