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Blaine doesn't really make it a habit to hang around Hummel Tires & Lube, but he'd been enjoying his two weeks of freedom when Burt had been called out on some favor for a buddy and told his son to "man the fort". With a slight roll of the eyes, Kurt pulls his uniform coveralls on and threatens to kill Blaine if he tells anyone about their existence. The alien nods and hides his grin in his hand, handling the old cash register while Kurt works on a car.

This is not his element, but Kurt manages to look stunning even when he's rotating tires on an old truck. From across the room, Blaine can see the sweat glistening on the back of Kurt's neck and when he flicks his tongue out, he can almost taste the salt on the human boy's skin. After removing a particularly stubborn lug nut, Kurt tells Blaine to turn on the radio.

For a little while, they both just stay quiet and Blaine appreciates the way that Kurt's coveralls stretch a little too tightly across his shoulder blades, because he's gotten a little broader this summer to match his growth spurt from last year. And Blaine starts to think up reasons to hang around the garage more on days that Kurt works when that song comes on.

Blaine cannot deny his love for Katy Perry. She's got the type of sweet, poppy songs that makes for great performances and he has either one of her albums in the car at all times. Except, her latest summer smash hits closer to home than he likes and Kanye West doesn't even finish his rap opening before Blaine can feel his skin prickle uncomfortably.

It's a dumb thing to get worried about, he tells himself.

Big deal if someone wrote a song about an intergalactic love affair and it happens to be all over the place. Blaine shouldn't be afraid to sing the song or worry over anyone who glances his way when it plays. He knows these things, but still can still feel the spikes rising along his backbone as if they had a mind of their own.

Blaine is about to excuse himself to the bathroom and wait the song out when Kurt starts to sing. It's under his breath a first, only a little more than humming along with the song. Except as he works his way around the car in order to keep changing tires, there's a little bit of a strut in his walk and wiggle in his hips. Once again, Blaine hides a grin behind his hand and watches, nervousness slipping away.

"Boy, you're my lucky star," Kurt belts out with a wink, doing some kind of weird flip thing with his wrench.

And Blaine is seriously tempted to just go over and pin Kurt to the front of the truck, because there's no trace of awkward baby penguin in the thing he's doing with his hips right now. Except, reminding himself that the shop belongs to Mr. Hummel and he probably wouldn't appreciate those types of activities, Blaine settles on joining in softly when the chorus starts up again.