So... I went through Kurtbastian withdrawl when I had to go to the beach for a week and had no wifi. So this happened. I don't know if I'll finish this, but I have a couple more chapters that I've tentatively written, so I'll hopefully upload those soon... Also, I know nothing of cars.


Junior Year, 1 week before school starts….

"Kurt" Burt called from the kitchen "I'm really slammed at the garage this afternoon – think you could lend me a hand?"

Kurt sighed, and closed his magazine, leaving his room with one lingering glance back. This Fall's new styles would have to wait.


Kurt spent the rest of the afternoon in a pair of messy (though gorgeously fitted and rather stylish – well, they were his…) overalls.

An hour before closing, Burt called "Kurt, I really need to get this S.U.V. ready for pickup tomorrow, and it's going to need some real work" Burt adjusted his cap tiredly "So can you take care of the last customer of the day for me? I left him at the front of the garage."

Kurt hesitated, reluctant, but nodded his agreement anyway.

"Oh, and Kurt?" Burt called as he began to walk away "This boy looks about your age – he might be going to McKinley like you!"

Kurt trudged off to help the customer with a heavy heart – he knew his Dad meant well, but honestly? He didn't need more guy friends. Most guys in Ohio turned out to be serious homophobes, and he had enough of that already.

Kurt rounded the edge of the last car and caught a glimpse of the last customer. And caught his breath. Kurt wished that his first thought could have been how horrible his fashion sense was (he had on a shirt with a popped collar for Christ's sake!), or how wonderful his car looked (seriously, a Scion Fr-s?! Was he made of money?), or even how tacky his hair looked. But it wasn't. He thought how gorgeous this boy was – and how – just for one second – he wished the boy wasn't straight. He quickly shook the thought from his head – it was foolish of him to even think that – and he approached the boy.

The boy was leaning against his car and seemed very intent on his texting.

"Ummm….. excuse me" Kurt began "I'm here to fix your car…. What seems to be the – "

Kurt was silenced by a hand held in front of his face "Just stop" the boy said, without even looking up from his iphone. "There is NO way I am letting my car get 'fixed' by a GIR- "

Kurt cleared his throat, feeling a flush settle into his cheeks, and the boy looked up. Then he did a double take, which would have been comical if it hadn't been so insulting, before his features settled into a cocky smirk.

"I'm Kurt" Kurt said, trying to redirect the attention back to the car, "may I borrow your keys so I can identify the problem?"

"Sebastian" the boy exchanged with a smirk, shaking the hand that Kurt had held out for the keys "and I said I wouldn't let a girl try to fix my car, so why should I let some princess like you? I want the certified mechanic. You know, the loser that that runs this place?"

Kurt could feel his blood boiling, and bit back the scorching reply on the tip of his tongue. This Sebastian person was a customer. And no matter how rude, his father needed the business. He gave a pained smile and said through gritted teeth "I'm sorry sir, but the head mechanic is busy. I assure you that I am a certified mechanic and will be able to help you."

Sebastian snorted at that "Funny joke, gay-face. Now get the head mechanic so I can get out of here. I happen to have things to do."

Kurt saw red for a moment, and the moment after he used the adrenalin coursing through his body to snatch the keys from the Jerk's hands, pop the hood, and start examining the engine before the surprised expression had left the boy's face.

"Hey!" Sebastian exclaimed.

Kurt ignored him, studying the engine before turning to him with a look of horror etched on his face "What have you been DOING to his car?!"

Sebastian had the decency to look ashamed, shuffling his feet a bit before speaking "Well… I –"

"This car is worth more than your LIFE!" Kurt continued ranting "And is probably fairly new as the model is from just last year. Yet you have managed to nearly tear up the fan belt, you need an oil change, the gears are all clogged up with rust and gunk and – " he checked quickly "Oh, and you need to replace the brake pads. And change our tires. Did you EVER take your car in for maintenance?! And how exactly have you been driving this car?!"

The boy – Sebastian – had begun looking pissed off and affronted in the middle of his rant, but Kurt had really been incapable of stopping himself from chastising someone who called him gay face AND treated their car this badly.

"I can treat my car however I damn please! It's your job to fix it and mine to fucking DRIVE IT!" Sebastian retorted "So do your damn job!"


Kurt sighed – this was going to be a long afternoon.

" – I swear, Mercedes, it was the worst couple hours of my life!" Kurt exclaimed into his phone.

A giggle came from the other end "Boo", Mercedes chuckled "I think this is the most riled up I've seen you since the day Rachel spilled ketchup on your Marc Jacobs shirt and then offered you a kitty sweater in exchange."

" 'Cedes, it is not funny! At the end, Mr. Douchey Smirk-Face then pays in cash after barely glancing at the bill, and says 'Thanks, princess, maybe if you're lucky I'll grace this lame auto shop with my presence again.' " Kurt mimicked in a snarky tone "And then he just peels away in his fancy car!" Kurt's voice softened " 'Cedes… I just wish Ohio weren't so….. close minded" (homophobic, his tone seemed to imply).

"Oh, Boo. It's going to be okay. And don't forget that in two years, you'll be off to be a star in New York, where guys a thousand times hotter than the ones from our school will be all over you."

Kurt gave a watery chuckle "Thanks 'Cedes. You always know what to say. I'll see you tomorrow to discuss bock to school outfits, 'night."

" 'Night Boo" he heard before clicking the end call button.