A/N: So I haven't written anything new in a while, and I probably won't after this for a while because I have exams coming up soon. :(
This one-shot (maybe two-shot, see later A/N) is set in an Alternate Universe. Kurt and Blaine don't know each other before they meet; they never went to school together. It is also set in the future, when they are a bit older, maybe 5 years or so.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short Klaine one-shot. :)
I don't own Glee, Ryan Murphy does. Unfortunately. :)
Experience
The warm, dulcet tones of Barbra Streisand lingered in the air, as a new song started up. The man began to tap his long, slender fingers to the rhythm. A few car horns sounded in the background, and the man sighed, his blue-grey eyes darting around in their sockets as he searched for the cause of the hold-up. He checked the dashboard, and the clock informed him that he was running fifteen minutes late. "Come on," he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes as more angry drivers revved their engines.
The cars in front started to move slowly, like a ripple of a wave over stagnant water. "Finally," Kurt said, gently pressing his foot down on the pedal. His car purred into life, smoothly travelling forwards along with the crowd. As they edged closer to his goal of Lima, Ohio, Kurt noticed the cause of the blockage.
A sleek black sports car had been pushed to the side of the road, a guy pacing beside it, his jet black hair coming free of the gel that he had smothered over it. Kurt couldn't tear his eyes away; the man had the most angelic face he had ever seen, from his slight stubble, to his dry chapped lips; everything about him drew Kurt in.
Kurt indicated, turning his steering wheel so he could park next to the other car. He rolled down his driver window when he saw the man walking towards it. "Can I help?" Kurt asked, gazing up at the short man through his eyelashes.
The guy scratched the back of his neck, fighting back a smile. Kurt's heart pace quickened; he had never seen anything more adorable. "Do you know anything about cars?" he asked, looking right into Kurt's eyes.
Kurt ejected his seat belt, and the dark-haired man took a step back, allowing Kurt to open the door and step out. Kurt couldn't help but smile when he saw the other guy's hazel eyes sweeping up and down his body appreciatively. "My Dad used to run a car shop in Lima." When the other guys hazel eyes lit up in recognition, he added, "Maybe you've heard of it? Hummel's Tyres and Lube?" (?)
"Yeah, I've heard of that." He paused, as they reached his car. "So I'm guessing your last name is Hummel?" He held out his hand. "I'm Blaine Anderson."
Kurt grasped Blaine's hand, squeezing it lightly. "Correct. I'm Kurt."
"Kurt," Blaine repeated, nodding and smiling. "It sounds nice."
Kurt blushed, and he shoved his head into Blaine's car so the other man couldn't see. "Have you got any experience with cars?" he asked, trying to strike up a conversation with the beautiful boy.
"My Dad and I fixed one up during a summer when I was young," he admitted. "And I'm usually knowledgable when it comes to them." He ran a hand through his curled hair, watching Kurt as he checked all of the obvious problem spots.
"Found it," Kurt said, his voice muffled because he was still head first into the car's engine compartment.
"I'm lucky such a handsome and intelligent guy came and helped me," Blaine said to Kurt's back, as the other man began fixing the problem. Blaine kicked the ground, eagerly waiting for Kurt to finish. When Kurt stepped back, his hands covered in grease, Blaine spoke once more. "I really owe you, Kurt."
Kurt relished in the sound of Blaine saying his name, knowing that he would never see this man again. "It's really okay; I was just doing what anybody else would have done."
"Nobody else stopped to help," the dark-haired man pointed out. He gazed into Kurt's beautiful eyes. "The least I could do is take you out for dinner."
"I'm meant to be meeting my Dad for dinner," Kurt confided, an apoligetic look on his face. "In fact, I'm really late, so goodbye." He made his way back to his own car, trying to hide his disappointment that this was the first and last time he would see the hazel-eyed angel.
"Wait! Kurt!" Blaine shouted, jogging to catch up with him. "Give me a call when you're free for dinner," he said, passing Kurt a small piece of paper which had his name and number on it. Blaine grinned as he saw Kurt's cheeks lift in a dazzling smile. "You can't get rid of me that easily," he added, patting the fair-haired man lightly on the shoulder in an affectionate way.
"I don't want to get rid of you, Blaine," Kurt said, wrapping his arms tightly around the man that he had bonded with. Blaine froze at first, before he relaxed into the hug.
"I'm glad you stopped by," Blaine admitted, still wrapped up in Kurt's embrace, a light tinge of blush colouring his cheeks.
"Believe me, I am, too," Kurt whispered.
A/N: So, there you go!
I could easily make this a two-shot, where the second installment would show Kurt and Blaine's dinner date, if anyone wants that.
I hope you enjoyed it, and please review! It'll make my day! :)
