A/N: Just a short little drabble of sorts that's been bugging to be written for ages. I do take prompts, they are really helpful.
Blaine sighed. His car was making that insufferable rattling noise again. He turned and drove to the nearest garage he knew - Hummel's Tyres and Lube.
He hopped out of his car and made his way over to a little counter that seemed to be made up of tool boxes.
"Hey," Blaine said to the teenager who was preoccupied with reading a copy of Vogue. The boy sighed and put down the magazine. Blaine instantly recognised it and spoke without even thinking, "Is that the 2011 summer cover? That's like my favourite cover! If you don't include the 2008 spring cover, of course - sorry, I'm rambling.."
"No, no - it's okay," the boy said quickly.
"I never thought I'd meet a straight mechanic that likes Vogue," Blaine chuckled.
"Well, I'm not straight," the boy admitted. Blaine got a pleasent feeling in his stomach at this news and his heart started beating faster. "And I'm not technically a mechanic - weekend jod," he explained. "I'll just get my dad to take a look at your car."
Blaine watched as the boy walked over to the back room and brought out a very burly man - most likely his dad. The name simply nodded when Blaine told him the problem. When the man walked over to the car, Blaine turned back to the boy.
"Would it be too pushy if I asked for your name?" Blaine asked.
The boy laughed and Blaine decided that it was his new favourite sound.
"I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel."
"Blaine Anderson," Blaine grinned.
"Kurt, bud, can you give me a hand?"
Blaine watched as Kurt made his way over to his dad and bent himself over the hood. Suddenly, Blaine's pant felt uncomfortably tight.
"Look's like you're good to go," Mr Hummel said.
"Thanks," Blaine said. Before he followed Mr Hummel back to the counter, he walked up to Kurt and mustered up as much courage as he could.
"Uh - Kurt," Blaine started, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Could I have your number?"
"Oh, sure," Kurt beamed.
When Kurt had written his number on a scrap piece of paper, Blaine made his way up to Mr Hummer.
"Did I hear that right?" he asked gruffly. "Did you just ask Kurt for his number?"
Blaine gulped and nodded.
"And you'r planning on asking him out - on a date?"
"Yes, sir, that's the idea," Blaine answered. "How much do I owe you?"
"Treat my boy right and it's on the house."
Like it? Hate it? Please review, I want to improve my writing. If you have any prompts, I'd be happy to take them. I'm also open to writing a joint-author story if anyone is interested in that. xoxo
-MeBeGleek.