"Dude, thats totally the worst superhero movie ever," Sam said. "Daredevil was awful. Ben Affleck was awful."

"Hes not even that attractive," Blaine agreed. "Like, so hes got muscles? Big deal. Now Adam Levine–"

"God, would you shut up about that guy?" Puck rolled onto his stomach and buried his head under the couch cushion. "Mmhrrmpph."

"What?"

"MmHRRMpph."

Sam kicked his leg towards the couch and missed. Blaine stood up and stretched and reached for his coat.

"No, you cant leave before dinner again," Sam protested as Blaine slid the dark wool over his shoulders and started wrapping his scarf around his neck. "Come on, Rachel will be so mad again."

"Ive got work tonight," Blaine said as he ducked Sams grabbing arms and scooped his bag up. "That little dive down by campus needed a pianist for the evening and I got the spot. Ive got to pay my rent somehow."

"Or you could just move in here," Sam repeated for the hundredth time. Hed been begging since hed met Blaine on a street corner his first week in New York City. Four months later, Blaine still lived with his high school friends in a little loft close to campus.

"Maybe next year," Blaine said as always. "You guys are pretty crowded here anyway."

"Please, youve only met me and Rachel," Sam reminded him. "Youre never here when Kurt gets home and I bet youll love him so much youll have to move in right away."

Blaine laughed and fitted his bag around his shoulders. "Im sure Ill meet him some day, Sam." He waved at Sam, awkwardly patted the cushion Pucks head was under and headed for the door. "Ill see you at the corner tomorrow, okay? It was nice meeting you, Puck! Have a safe trip back!"

Puck flicked him off as Blaine rolled the door open and ran right into a towering stack of pizza boxes.

"Oh, sorry! Hi, Rachel! Bye, Rachel!"

"Blaine? No, come back! Were having pizza and Kurt will be back soon."

"Gotta run," Blaines voice called from the stairwell. "Gig across town. Ill see you in class on Monday!"

Sam closed the door as Rachel dropped the pizzas onto the counter.

"You were supposed to keep him here," she snarled. "God, this is the fifth time hes run out the door when you were supposed to keep him here until seven."

"I cant keep him from work," Sam said lamely. "Well figure something out. Maybe you and Kurt can go to that diner by where we busk tomorrow."

"I have rehearsal tomorrow," Rachel snapped. "Hell never go to that part of town on his own. Not even if we tell him to. Why is this so impossible?"

Puck sat up and stared at them. "What the hell are you two talking about?"

Sam looked at Rachels furious face and then towards the door. "Were trying to set Blaine and Kurt up."

Puck made a face, but Rachel clasped her hands in front of her and beamed. "Theyd be so perfect together. God, I wish they had a class together. One look and I just know theyll be in love."

"How long have you two been trying to do this?"

"Since we met Blaine in August," Rachel said.

"Youve been trying to set these dorks up for four months and they havent even met? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Its Sams fault!"

"Youre the one who wont invite both of them to lunch with you and then run off!"

"Because lunch is when me and Kurt harmonize before our vocal lessons, Sam! At least I can keep him entertained for more than three hours."

Puck rolled his eyes and clomped over to the kitchen. "Where are those stupid Movie Party invitations your dumb asses made?" When they both gave him a stupid look, Puck slapped his hand on the counter. "Give me two of them now."

Sam scrambled off to his room and returned with the handmade invitations. They were simple photocopies of a hand-written invitation announcing "Movie Party at the Loft". Puck tugged the first two off the little pile and pulled a pen out of his pocket.

"What are you doing?"

Before Rachel could stop him, Puck crossed out Movie on both and wrote in "Make out" in thick, scratchy letters. "There," he said as he thrust them towards Sam. "Give one to Hummel and the other to that Dapper Dork and dont invite any guy whos even remotely bi. As long as youve got a few couples and its even, then theyll be stuck with each other."

Rachel frowned down at the newly marked invitations. "But weve already picked out the movies and the cheese tray and–"

"Its only a make out party for them," Puck snapped. "Jeez, cant you two do anything without help?"

"I dont know if Kurt will go for this," Rachel said after a moment. "I mean, after that last guy he tried to date hes kind of sworn the whole thing off."

"Tell him you arent inviting someone to make out with and you two can hole up in his room or something," Puck invented. "Just make sure hes here and that youre pretend kissing someone. And you," he poked Sam in the chest. "Tell that Benedork Cumberdick that youve got a hot gay guy thatll be there so he wont be left out. Tell him hes, like, one of your model friends. Hummels beautiful enough for that. Think you two can handle that once I leave? Well?"

Rachel nodded as Sam gave a quick salute.

"A what? No. No, Rachel. I am not going to a make out party," Kurt hissed as he yanked his curtains shut and threw his bag down on his bed. The curtains ruffled behind him.

"But, Kurt, its going to be here, and then well watch movies after, like wed originally planned," Rachel pleaded. "Please. Youre going to be here anyway."

"There wont be anyone worth making out with," Kurt said moodily. "New York is full of losers."

"Well stay in here until we start the movies," Rachel said. "Come on, itll be fun. Were going to watch The Wizard of Oz and Mulan and a bunch of others. Please, please, please!"

"Ugh, all right, just let go of my coat so I can take it off."

Rachel squealed and hugged him before running off to her own room. Kurt pulled his coat off and rolled his eyes. This must have been Pucks idea. He should have known inviting him to visit for a few weeks would come back and kick him in the ass.

"If anyone starts having sex on my flea market couch Im sterilizing them!"

"A make out party?" Blaine echoed as Sam forced the paper into his hand. He swallowed and tried to hand the paper back. "Not really my kind of thing. I mean, unless you have a gay guy there, but even then…"

"One of my friends is coming," Sam said quickly. "Hes, like, really pretty and fit and hes definitely gay. I even asked to make sure."

"I– Sam, I dunno," Blaine frowned and tucked the paper into his pocket as Sam set up his guitar case on the sidewalk. "Its sort of weird, isnt it? Going to a party to make out with some stranger."

"But hes not a stranger," Sam said. "Trust me. Youll really like him, even if you two just, like, sit in the corner and smile at each other. And were going to watch movies after. And eat all the Hanukkah cookies Rachel and Puck made. Were watching Batman and Robin. You cant miss that."

"All right," Blaine said reluctantly. "But if I dont wanna make out, Im hiding in your room until we start movies."

"Awesome, great! Lets get to work. Movin Out to start?"

The moment he was inside the loft apartment, Blaines face started burning. Sam had opened the door, tossed his coat on the small heap by the door, and told him that he was the last there. Blaine stared around as Sam returned to the pretty brunette on the couch. Everyone was paired up just like hed feared. Rachel was in some big mans lap, Santana and her girlfriend had taken over half the couch. Hed only met them once, but Dani played guitar like a dream.

"Sam? Um…"

Sam tugged his lips away from the womans and glared at him. "Huh?"

"Wheres, um," he meant to ask for this gay guy Sam had said hed invited for him, but now he thought it was just a ploy to get him here. "Which room is yours again?"

Sam waved towards the left and went back to making out. Blaine quickly ducked down the little curtain lined hallway, glanced from one side to the other, and picked the one he thought he remembered being Sams. Hed only been in Sams room once and that had been months ago. He pulled the curtains closed behind him and almost screamed when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Bathrooms on the other side of Sams," the man said. Blaine stared at him silently. He was a little taller than himself, with sharp features, beautiful eyes and lips that would undoubtedly make a wonderful smile.

"Oh, no, I was trying to hide until the movies, actually," Blaine admitted awkwardly. "I, well. Sam said hed invited a guy so I wont be all alone, but theyre all paired up and I dont think I could have anyway."

The other man ducked his head and dropped down on the bed. Blaine looked around at the furniture, the clothes hung in a long line across the room, and the beautiful display of scarves hung around the mirror. Kurt. This must be Kurt. The roommate hed never met but that Sam and Rachel were always trying to get him to stay for.

"Youre Kurt, right?" Kurt looked up at him in surprise. "Im Blaine. Theyve been trying to introduce us for a while. I go to NYADA and play down on Howard with Sam a few nights a week."

Kurt looked him over and started laughing. Blaine glanced down at his clothes, but nothing was out of place. Maroon sweater half-buttoned over his favorite striped shirt; dark jeans, a little loose but cuffed at the ankles. Nothing out of place, not even his zipper.

"Theyre– I cant believe they went to all of this to set us up," Kurt said in disbelief. "Pucks behind this. I know it."

"The guy with the Mohawk and the snarl?"

Kurt laughed again, but it was gentler. Blaines cheeks heated up as Kurt patted the bed beside him. "Yeah, thats Puck. He shaved it all off last year, but didnt like the tan lines. I guess we can just stay in here until they start movies or something. Im sorry about this and them."

"Its okay," Blaine said quietly. "Theyre my friends, too, and well, at least Sam wasnt lying. Theres definitely a beautiful man here like he said."

Kurts smile froze and his cheeks turned pink. "Im– youre the one who looks like a fifties movie star."

"Only because of the gel," Blaine said as he stared down at his lap. "I look like Im wearing a clown wig someone dyed black without it."

Kurt laughed a third time, a more bashful, softer giggle than the first two. He tilted his head and smiled at Blaine. "Youre cute when you blush."

"So are you," Blaine said. "So, um, I know were technically at a make out party, but Id rather just kiss you once and talk. If you want to."

Kurt leaned in and kissed him. It was quick, but soft, and made Blaines toes curl in his shoes. Kurt made to move back, but Blaine cupped the back of Kurts neck and pulled his mouth back to his.

"Maybe we should make out," Kurt murmured when they broke apart. "Like, wow, your lips are so soft. What lip balm do you use? It tastes a bit like–"

"Dr. Pepper," Blaine breathed. He pecked Kurts parted lips as Kurt grabbed fistfuls of his sweater and pulled him on top of him on the bed. "Mmm, is that a tongue ring?"

Kurt grinned against his lips and nodded slightly. "Wanna see how it feels?"

Blaine hummed as Kurts fingers curled into his hair. Across the apartment the beginning of Batman and Robin started playing. "Aw, I love this movie."

"Pretty sure my invitation said Make out Party," Kurt said. "We can have a movie date night tomorrow or something."

"But–"

"Keep kissing me."

"We did it! Rachel, theyre kissing!"

The curtains fluttered and several people from the living room started whistling and laughing.

"Theyre horrible," Blaine muttered as Kurt ran his tongue ring over Blaines jaw. "Oh, wow. Thats so cool."

"Well get them back later."