"Oh, I have got to see this." Blaine said glancing into the car side mirror on his side.

"Don't judge me by what you're about to see." Kurt said taking a deep breath as he pulled to the side of the road.

"You're going to get a ticket. I told you they monitor this area." Blaine sang.

"I have never gotten a ticket in my life and I don't plan to start today." Kurt said, cursing under his breath and lowering his window.

"You were going twenty-five over." Blaine whispered as the police officer behind them got out of his cruiser. Kurt had told him stories of the four earlier times he'd talked himself out of ticket but no way. Not this time. The area was strict on speed and known for giving tickets. Not even Kurt Hummel could worm his way out of this one.

"As I said, don't judge me." Kurt repeated, taking another deep breath and making his eyes wider than normal.

"There's no way you can talk your way out of this." Blaine fell quiet as the police officer reached the Navigator. The least he could do was be quiet and let Kurt try his best.

"Sir, are you aware of how fast you were going?" The officer, a middle-aged woman with dark hair, asked.

Kurt looked up, big tears in his eyes. "I have to get home. M-My dad is sick and the nurse has to leave in half an hour and I live forty-five minutes away."

"Car registration and proof of insurance, please?" The woman asked, seemingly not paying any attention to his waterworks. It was almost sad he was going to get a ticket—considering he'd gone through all the trouble of making himself cry and everything.

"O-Okay." Kurt sniffled and reached over Blaine, grabbing the items and handing them over while wiping his eyes.

"Twenty six miles over the speed limit is not okay. It is very dangerous. No matter how sick your father is, I'm sure he wouldn't want you to lose control of the car. Road safety comes first." The officer said sternly.

"Yes ma'am." Kurt said, nodding and wiping fake tears from his eyes. "I'm r-really sorry."

"I can't tell you how many kids get into wrecks and die speeding." The woman continued as she looked over Kurt's papers.

"I'm really sorry again." Kurt looked gown guiltily.

Blaine bit his lip to keep from laughing. There was no way this would work, no matter how adorable he looked with those big eyes. No way. Still, Blaine had to admit that his friend was pretty adorable… No. Friends weren't adorable. Not adorable.

"There, there. It's okay. I'll let it slide this time." The woman said kindly.

Blaine was pretty sure his eyes were going to pop out of his head. That? That was all Kurt had to do to get out of a ticket? Teary eyes, sniffling, and apologies? In one of the strictest ticketing towns in Ohio? No way.

"As long as this checks out, you'll be on your way in two minutes." She continued.

"T-Thank you." Kurt wiped his teary eyes again as the woman walked away. He then looked at Blaine and said very cheerfully, "Told you I was going to get out of it, Blaine Anderson."

"I was so sure it wasn't working! How did you do that?!" Blaine glanced in his mirror and shook his head. "You just lied yourself out of a ticket. How did you—and you're legit crying—oh my God. That is horrible, Kurt."

"I told you to not judge me." Kurt repeated, giving Blaine a sheepish—and not adorable at all—smile. "We aren't all adorable like you. I bet you could smile your way out of a ticket."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Blaine said, shrugging.

"Alright, sweetheart, you're good to go. But I want you to go the speed limit for the rest of the way home. If it's that important, the nurse can wait." The police officer said, coming up and handing Kurt his license, insurance card, and registration.

"I will." Kurt said, sniffling. "Thank you very much."

"That is so not fair." Blaine said as the police officer got into her cruiser and sped away.

"We can't all be Kurt Hummel, Blaine." Kurt said, sending Blaine an impish smile. "Now what exit am I getting off at again?"