A/N: Finally we get some of the boy's history in first hand accounts. Hope you enjoy! Please leave a review to let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!
I do not own Glee
Ch. 4
When Blaine let himself into Hummel's Garage he was met with the sight of Kurt bending over the hood of a car. His white shirt already had grease on it and was riding up slightly, his fitted jeans hanging low on his hips. Even if he was crude, Blaine couldn't help but find the boy attractive.
Blaine cleared his throat loudly.
Kurt lifted his head from inside the car and turned around, leaning on the cars fender smoothly.
"Okay, here's how this is going to work." Kurt said abruptly. "I've already read Taming of The Shrew."
"I have too." Blaine interjected.
"Well then, we're both going to re-read it. When we're done, we'll work here. I can't afford not to work. I'll dictate, you take notes. I'll write paper, you write the speech. Got it?"
Blaine nodded his head.
"Hey Hummel!" Blaine heard a loud voice shout from the doorway of the garage. Blaine flinched slightly and turned around to find that Puck had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him.
"We're hanging out with fresh meat now?" Puck asked curiously, "or are you just tapping that?" He said winking.
Kurt laughed loudly. "I wish."
Blaine whipped his head around to look at Kurt, as Puck strode over and draped his arm over Blaine's shoulder.
"Grady stuck us on some English project together. I was just laying out the ground rules."
"What's that, a hickey per page?" Puck joked. He smacked Blaine on the ass before moving over to Kurt, sitting on the car's fender with him.
Blaine just stood, gob-smacked at the interaction as Kurt laughed again.
"So I guess we're not chillin then today?"
Kurt shook his head. "Can you do me a favor though?"
"Anything, bro."
"Can you pick Em up from lessons today? I didn't get out of here until two last night and it's going to take all that I have to replace these brake pads before the guy comes to pick it up. I don't know if I'll make it if I have to stop and pick her up."
"Sure thing, bro." He held his fist up for Kurt to bump. "Later, boy toy." He whispered into Blaine's ear, making him blush uncomfortably, before slipping out of the shop.
"Okay!" Kurt jumped off the hood of the car. "Pull out your notebook, pretty boy, and start writing." He plopped himself onto a creeper and slid under the car. He proceeded to rattle off everything he could remember about The Taming of the Shrew and possible directions that they could take their analysis.
Kurt was just slamming the hood of the car down when Puck and Emma walked into the garage at quarter of five.
"Okay, I picked up the munchkin," Puck said dramatically. "Where's my reward."
Emma pulled his face down and kissed him on the cheek.
Puck shrugged. "Good enough for me." He caught sight of Blaine packing his notebook into his book bag. "You still here Curly Sue?" He asked.
"Hi Blaine," Emma said sheepishly. She had heard what Rachel was saying about her brother, but she couldn't fault Blaine for that. He seemed like a nice guy.
"Hi Emma," Blaine returned. "Your audition was really good today." He glanced at Kurt as he said that, noticing the proud smile on his face. Emma was smiling too; she must have seen him during her song.
"Thanks. Yours was too. Don't you think Kurt?"
Kurt shrugged, pushing himself off of the fender of the car with his foot. "I think it's time for Blaine to go back to his perfect little Anderson life."
Blaine's smile fell from his face. "See you tomorrow." He mumbled, hurrying for the door. "Bye, Emma. See you in glee."
"See you in glee." She offered with a supportive smile. She glared at Kurt after Blaine was out the door. "You didn't have to say that."
"He doesn't belong here, Em. He's a preppy little rich boy; he has no idea how hard it is."
"That doesn't mean you can't give him a chance. You can't push everybody away forever you know."
"Homework. Now." Kurt ordered, pointing toward the office, ending the argument.
"Come on Puck, you wanna take this baby for a test drive with me? Make sure the brakes are okay before we call this guy up?" Kurt asked.
"You bet, dude." Puck said, before hoping into the Camero, acting as if nothing had happened.
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The next couple of weeks went roughly in the same pattern. Both boys re-read the play and met almost every day after school to work on the project. The sooner they got it done the better. Kurt was always at the garage waiting for Blaine and worked while they discussed the play. He always made uncomfortable comments about getting Blaine in bed. One day he walked in on Kurt making out with some wavy haired blonde guy on the desk in the office. He'd simply sent the boy off before they started working.
Every Tuesday and Thursday Puck brought Emma back to the garage after what Blaine had learned was her piano lesson. Other days she worked on her homework in the office. Blaine noticed that Kurt and Puck didn't make sexual innuendos around the girl and attempted to keep their insults at bay.
Emma and Blaine had become sort-of friends, much to Rachel's chagrin, who still didn't want her perfect baby brother associating with McKinley's gay badass. Sometimes if she was done her homework she would come out and talk to him if Kurt was concentrating too hard on a car to talk, or just hand Kurt tools while he worked.
One Thursday afternoon Kurt let out a string of curse words. "Fuck" he groaned, one hand reaching for the tools lying beside the creeper while he held something in place with his other hand. "I really need two people for this."
Blaine's head perked up. "I know a little bit about cars."
Kurt's hand found the right tool and he worked for a minute before sliding out from under the car. Blaine couldn't help but love the way his scrunched up shirt displayed his abs as he lifted himself up on his elbows.
"Really?" he said dubiously.
"I know enough to at least hand you the right tools." He said, standing up and setting his notebook on the chair. He knew that Kurt was rude and crass, but from what Mercedes had told him about the boy he was willing to look past it. Kurt was really smart, and didn't always seem to fit the bad boy persona he put on at school, especially around his little sister.
He sat down on the floor as Kurt slid back under the car. He called out for a tool and Blaine handed it to his outstretched hand.
"Where did you learn about cars?" Kurt offered, trying to be a little bit nice, since Blaine was helping him after all.
Blaine's laugh didn't sound quite right. "It was one of my dad's many attempts at bonding."
"I'm guessing the attempts weren't successful?" Kurt grunted as he twisted something loose under the car.
"Not exactly. I think they were less about teaching me about cars and more of my dad thinking that if he got my hands dirty it would make me straight."
The sounds from under the car stopped. "Oh," was all that Kurt said for a minute. "You guys don't…" Kurt trailed off, unsure of what question he wanted to ask.
"We don't have the best most open relationship and we don't see eye to eye, no."
The tinkering continued. "Rachel always makes it seem like you guys have this perfect life with this amazing supportive family."
"Oh he supports her. She's daddy's little girl. He would do anything for her. A quarter of our basement is a stage that she asked him to build for her."
He heard Kurt snort from under the car. He traded tools with Blaine.
"My mom and I tend to stick together." Blaine offered without being asked. He held his breath waiting for the reaction from the boy that had lost his mother not so long ago.
Kurt held his breath too, before answering quietly. "I know what that's like" he said simply.
"Your dad doesn't support you?" Blaine asked curiously. He had been told by Mercedes that Kurt's dad had always been behind him.
"He does." Kurt paused. "I was just really close with my mom."
Blaine gave a nod that Kurt couldn't see as Emma came bursting though the door. Today although, Puck didn't follow her through.
She took in Blaine sitting on the floor by the tools. "Do you need help Kurt?" she called.
"No." Kurt shouted. "Do your homework!"
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"You're home late." Rachel pounced on him as he walked through the front door.
"Dinner's on the table sweetheart" their mother's voice drifted from the kitchen. "Rachel leave your brother alone."
Blaine dropped his bag on the floor by the door and shrugged of his jacket hanging it in the closet. He sat down across from Rachel at the table.
"Where were you?" Rachel asked immediately. She hated that he went to the garage to work on his English project every afternoon.
"You know where I was Rach. I was at Hummel's, working on the Shakespeare project."
"I don't understand why he can't just work on it in a house like a normal person." She huffed.
Blaine sighed. "You know why. He's on work study. He kind of has to work." Blaine said simply.
"There's a boy on work study in your AP class?" his father grunted.
Blaine nodded. "He's in all of my classes." He said quietly.
"He's obscene." Rachel interjected.
"He's not obscene Rachel; he's just had a hard time. Give it a rest."
"Why so defensive? Is that why you were there late? You're not falling for him are you?" She asked bluntly.
Blaine shot her a death glare. He hated when she said things like that in front of their father. She could be so self absorbed. Sometimes he swore that just because she had the perfect relationship with him that she assumed Blaine did too, even though she knew their issues. He took a deep breath. Calm down, he told himself, you know she gets selfish when she gets mad.
"I was helping him out with one of the cars he was working on." Blaine tried to say calmly.
"He's gay?" His father asked.
Blaine only nodded.
His father snorted in return.
His mother reached under the table and squeezed his knee in comfort.
"He's gay and he's obscene." Rachel repeated.
"Rachel, enough." Their mother said sternly shooting a glare at both her daughter and husband.
"So you'll work on cars with some fag but not with me." Mr. Anderson questioned.
"I said, enough!" Mrs. Anderson yelled, as Blaine got up from the table and ran upstairs.