This chapter is completely pointless. I apologize.

PLEASE READ: I really need a beta. My lovely friend checks all of my chapters before I upload, but we are both Danish, so there will always be some mistakes we miss.

I need one that likes my stories, has English as their native language (and is good at it as well), and has a little time on their hands from time to time. I have an idea for a story where Blaine and Kurt live together and Blaine is a bodyguard of a young, controversial politician, and Kurt is a designer. I'm really eager to write it, it's kind of my baby, and it's not going to be as drawn out/fluffy/pointless as this (even though I love this). I intend to make it more dramatic and angsty at times.

I have a Blaine-centric one-shot on my mind as well. If you're interested, I'd love (as in squeal and go kind of crazy) to hear from you.

Yup. I looked up "sign on dashboard indicating something wrong with engine" to make sure there even was one for this chapter…

"BOOOORN IN THE USA! I was BOOOOORN,"

"IN THE USA! I was BOOOORN IN THE USA! BOORN IN THE USA!" Kurt and Blaine bawled along with Bruce and the radio. They were nearing the Alps, and the narrow highway was so empty it was almost a joke.

"I got in a little hometown jam. 'nso they put a riffle in my hand. Send me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man!"

"BOOOOOORN IN THE USA! I was BOOOORN in the USA, I. BOOOOORN IN THE USA. I was – BOOOOORN IN THE USA."

It was sunny and warm outside and they were going to Paris. Blaine had a happy smile on his face as he belted out the song with Kurt, and the tall brunet had a blissful feeling all over.

"Come back home to the refinery," Blaine yelled, out of tune.

Kurt was more careful to hit the notes, "hiring man saying, 'son, if it was up to me'"

Both sang the next line, the landscape gliding by fast. "Went down do see my v.a. man. He said 'son, don't you understand, now'"

"Oh no," Blaine sang, exasperating.

"Oh no no!" Kurt continued.

They the next couple of verses like this, sometimes not knowing the lyrics and giggling at the sounds they put in instead. They were both pretty sure of the chorus, though.

"BOOOORN IN THE USA! I was – BOOOORN IN THE USA now."

"BOOOOOORN!" Blaine belted.

"In the USA!" Kurt laughed.

The car began to slow but at first Blaine didn't notice. When he looked down at the dashboard, the 'Check engine' light was on.

"B….Booorn…" he sang hesitantly and looked around confused. The landscape was coming buy much slower than before. He stepped harder on the pedal but the car kept slowing. Kurt looked over and noticed his change of mood.

"I was boooorn in the USA," Blaine sang, not sure why he just sang on. The car was slower now and Kurt was quiet, looking out of the window with stunned eyes.

"boooorn in the…" the car stopped and Blaine went quiet. They sat for a second or two.

"The car stopped," Kurt stated dumbly over the roar from the radio. Blaine turned it off and tried starting the vehicle for a long couple of minutes without prevail.

"It did. Ohmygod. What the hell are we supposed to do now?" he said, his voice rising towards the end. Kurt suddenly looked slightly panicked.

"Well, first, we should get this car of the road." Blaine nodded and they both got out, standing by each their open door. Together they got the heavy car pushed out onto the yellow grass at the side of the road, not that it was necessary really, they hadn't seen another car in almost two hours. Blaine turned off the engine, slammed the door and sighed.

"We should call the car rental place thingy…" Kurt said numbly. His mood had kind of gone bad. Blaine fished out his phone, found the number in his contacts and brought the phone to his ear. He soon after looked at it, frowning. He swung the phone over his head and looked at it again. He called again. Kurt could see him get more and more annoyed with each try. At last he put the phone away.

"There's no signal. We have to wait until a car shows up," he said, his voice thick with annoyance.

Since the car had gone dead half an hour later, both of the boys were now sweaty and tired from the heat. They had closed all the curtains in the back of the car and were lying on top of the mattress. It was silent with the occasional sound of a bug buzzing. Blaine sighed. Kurt sighed.

Suddenly Kurt sat up. "Goddammit! I'm burning up! I might as well look at that damn engine," he huffed and struggled to get out of the car. Blaine sat up as well, a stunned look on his face.

"Huh? I-I didn't know you could that kind of…of things…" he asked.

"What, cars? My dad's a mechanic, Blaine. I help him out sometimes, you know this," Kurt said, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Right."

"Now, I have a t-shirt that I don't mind getting ruined. I'm not sure I wanna fix the car in my boxers, but I really don't have any spare shorts," Kurt mumbled, mostly to himself. Blaine blinked. He wouldn't mind seeing Kurt fix the car in his boxers. Not at all. And yet, he spoke.

"I have a pair you can use. I was going to throw them out when we were going home anyway," he offered and Kurt kissed his forehead.

"Thanks babe."

Kurt was bent over the hood of car, mumbling to himself, Blaine was watching him from behind. When the beautiful boy looked back up, he had a stripe of oil on his cheek from where he had brushed away his hair.

"I need something pointy and hard."

Blaine giggled and Kurt raised his eyebrow even though a blush crept up his face.

"Not that kind of pointy thing, silly. Like a hairpin, something like that."

Blaine went to his suitcase and settled on his key for his old bicycle. "Will this do?" he asked as he brought the key to his boyfriend. Kurt hummed.

"It'll do. It's a bit large, but I'll see what I can do."

The slender boy leaned over the car again and Blaine watched him with wonder. He had never really been into the whole greasemonkey-thing, but with Kurt and the khakishorts low on his hips and the white t-shirt hugging his torso, he could see why some people thought it was sexy. He was shaken out of his reverie when Kurt stood back up and stretched.

"Try now," he said and slammed the hood.

Blaine went to the front seat, feeling slightly clouded. He put the keys in the ignition, turned, and the Mercedes roared to life. Kurt smirked at him from in front of the car. When he had closed the trunk, he climbed in beside his boyfriend. Kurt's t-shirt had black oil smeared at places and he was sweating slightly. He was beautiful.

"Ugh, I feel gross. Could you take me somewhere with a shower?" he asked as he checked himself in the mirror.

"You're not gross," Blaine blurted. "You're really sexy, actually." Kurt turned his head and looked at him with wide eyes.

Blaine chuckled at the deer-caught-in-the-headlights look in the blue eyes.

"And full of surprises as well, you greasemonkey," he laughed.