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Thank you so much to everybody who has sent in a prompt over time, but especially in the last few days I've been barraged with a lot. So thank you for making this story possible. You guys have thought of some stuff that I never would have dreamt of writing before this, but I've had a blast and will continue to have a blast writing a lot of your ideas.

Now, I've said many times that I never thought this story would make it past ten chapters. I started this when I was completely new to FanFiction, I didn't have any followers and I couldn't see this idea picking up too quickly. But somehow you all found me, and I get the absolute pleasure of telling you that (including the 'Due To Popular Demand' chapter which never made it into my numbering system) this story will be... 228 chapters long.

*appropriate length of awed silence*

It's unreal to me. It really is. I accept congratulations in the form of cake.

But anyway, that means that the two closest reviewers in the betting pool were MusicalEscape and Secrets of the Fall - so send me a PM and we'll get around to your prizes! :)

I know already that people are going to send in prompts after this date - either because they didn't read these notes, they forgot, or they thought of something really good. If it's the latter, send me a PM and we can talk about oneshot possibilities. Otherwise, I will just be ignoring any prompts received - you guys can write them! As much as I'd love to keep writing forever, I know I'll get sick of it soon and I do have other things I need to be doing with myself. And other stories I want to work on.

Also, for your consideration, I've already written up to #125 =D

From princessjenni and similarly prompted by rachaelann: Any chance of a story with mechanic!Kurt at his dad's garage? Sexy, sweaty, greasy overalls are not in enough stories! x

Can I get a 'hell yes?' *Imaginary audience echoes*

... can you tell I'm bored?

Mechanic

Blaine pulled over to the side of the road, frowning. He knew enough about cars in his brief experience with his Dad to know that the strange clunking noise coming from the front of the car was not a good thing. Sighing, he jumped out and popped the hood before jumping back as a thick stream of smoke emerged.

Whipping out his phone, Blaine hovered over his roadside assistance number before remembering that Kurt's dad was a mechanic. And considering he was on his way to visit Kurt for the day, it would probably just be easier to get him to look at it.

He called Kurt's number and attempted to wave away the smoke as he waited.

"Hey, Blaine. What's up?"

"Hey." Blaine tentatively took another step towards his car, trying to see what was causing the smoke. "Um.. my car's smoking."

There was silence, then - "Okay. Blaine, step away from the car."

The tense quality to his friend's voice was enough for Blaine to hastily move away from his car as Kurt began to talk to his dad in the background, explaining the situation. "Where are you exactly?"

"I'm the street over from the Lima Bean." Blaine turned, trying to catch a road sign. "Not sure exactly -"

"I know it," Kurt interrupted. "We're coming now, just sit tight and don't go near the car."

Blaine hung up and sighed, staring at his car. The smoke had abated for the most part but he stuck to his word. After a few minutes, a truck pulled up and Kurt jumped out of the passenger seat, his dad following close behind.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing!" Blaine raised his hands in defence as Burt began to examine the car. "It just started rattling, then... that."

Burt was doing something in the background, preparing to load up the car. Blaine didn't really pay much attention, not caring a lot about the mechanics of cars. Ever since his dad had tried to force him to show an interest, Blaine had wanted nothing to do with them, apart from having it in good enough condition to drive.

"Come on, we're going to walk over to the garage. It's just down the road." Kurt gestured in the opposite direction and Blaine followed as his car was loaded onto the truck. "Dad will be there in a minute."

"Thank you so much for this." Blaine smiled at the younger boy and felt a minute satisfaction when Kurt blushed. Lately, he had been starting to wonder whether Kurt might have stronger feelings for him than just friendship, but he hadn't acted on it. Blaine knew he needed more than just a suspicion to risk their friendship over something like this.

"Don't worry about it." Kurt cast a wistful look over at the Lima Bean as they passed it. "I'm dying for a coffee."

"Why don't I go get you one?" Blaine suggested. "I'll meet you down at the garage in a few minutes."

Kurt smiled and Blaine fought to keep his own blush down, amazed at the kinds of feelings a simple smile from this boy could bring to the surface. "That'd be great."

Blaine headed over to the Lima Bean, placing their usual orders. It was a testament to how well the boys knew each other that Kurt hadn't even bothered telling him his order, knowing Blaine would know. As he waited, Blaine let his thoughts drift to the idea of him and Kurt being more than friends; going on dates, holding hands, kissing...

"Order up!"

Blaine blinked, jerked out of this thoughts. "Um, thanks." He grabbed the two cups and left, trying to stop himself from thinking about the idea. Face it, for now you're just friends. Be happy with that.

The walk to the garage was quick and Blaine entered the workshop to see Burt standing behind the desk in overalls, writing something in a book. "One of them for me?"

Blaine winced. "Um, no. I'm sorry sir, I can go get -"

Burt chuckled. "Don't worry, kid. Kurt doesn't let me drink coffee anyway."

"You know why that is, Dad!" Kurt's voice floated out of one of the rooms. "I'll be there in a second, Blaine!"

Burt shrugged, pushing a piece of paper over the desk. "So, you've got to fill out a report for me. Standard stuff, I won't read it, neither will anybody else but it has to stay in one of those cabinets for ten years in case you decide to sue me or something."

Blaine chuckled and, taking a seat, began to fill in the paperwork. It was all pretty standard stuff, details about his car, where he was, if he was at fault for the damages, insurance and so on. He finished pretty quickly to find that Burt was already over by his car. Putting the paperwork on the desk, he wandered over to see what was going on.

" - can't see anything under here."

Blaine frowned as he realized a pair of feet were dangling out from underneath the car. I thought everybody else took the day off on Sundays?

And then the trolley came wheeling out and Blaine lost the ability to breathe.

Kurt stood up, brushing off his overalls and sighing at the grease stains on his hands. "These take forever to come out. Oh, hey Blaine. Feel free to watch."

With that, Kurt turned back to his dad and began to discuss possible faults, but Blaine didn't take in a word. Luckily Kurt had only spared him a glance, because Blaine was sure he hadn't exactly looked sane. But -

I never imagined that...

Sure, he knew that Kurt sometimes helped his dad out in the workshop. But Blaine had always thought of Kurt sitting behind the desk helping with the filing or something. He had never dreamt of seeing his friend covered in grease wearing overalls...

Okay, he might have. But never in ones he thought would come true.

Blaine tried to stop himself from staring as Kurt pulled out a toolbox and began to work on the car. Which, of course, failed miserably. At least if he was caught, he could always say he was watching what was happening to his car.

"Blaine, a word?"

A hand had landed on his shoulder and Blaine realized Burt had been watching him the whole time. Well, crap.

Blaine followed Kurt's dad back over to the desk where he stood in front of Blaine. "Look, I'll make it simple. I know you're interested in my son, if your staring is any indication. Promise me you'll look after him and I'll be on my way to get the parts your car needs that we don't have here."

Blaine blinked. Then again. No, the scene hadn't changed. He was being given permission to date Kurt and be left alone with him.

Um, what?

"I ... yes, of course. I'd never dream of hurting your son, sir."

Burt shook his head and Blaine felt a pang of fear before he said, "Enough of the sir. I'm Burt, okay?"

And with that, Burt strode out the door. Blaine watched him go for a few seconds before suddenly realizing the implications of their ten-second conversation and turning back to his car. Kurt was walking over to him, wiping his hands on a rag and Blaine noticed a small smudge of grease along his jawline, making his heart skip a beat.

"Where'd he go?"

It took Blaine a few seconds to realize that a question had been asked. "Oh... um, to get some ... some - parts. Right. Apparently he didn't have what you needed to fix it."

Kurt frowned. "I swear we did -"

"How long have you been doing this?" The question was out of Blaine's mouth before he could stop it but Kurt seemed unfazed.

"A few years now. I find it nice to actually get my hands into something and do some work."

Blaine couldn't find the words, and this time Kurt noticed. "I - I know it's not exactly stereotypical ... or fashionable. Gosh, you must think I'm a total slob looking like this." He ran his hands over his stained overalls self-consciously.

"No!" Blaine realized the words had come out louder than anticipated and cleared his throat nervously. "No, you ... you don't."

Kurt chuckled. "I know I do. It's alright."

Blaine shook his head. "Kurt, you don't understand. You don't."

"Well I certainly don't look attractive, that's for sure."

And that was it. Blaine needed to make sure Kurt knew how incredibly hot he looked.

"If you didn't, would I do this?"

Blaine stepped forward, taking Kurt's face in his hands and pressed their lips together. It wasn't overtly passionate, but it wasn't exactly chaste either. Kurt responded instantly, moving his lips lightly along Blaine's before pressing deeper.

And then Blaine somehow remembered that he had a point to make. Pulling away, he murmured, "Trust me, you're hot. So hot that I kind of need to invent a new word to tell you just how hot you are. Something like supermega... foxy... awesome...hot. Yeah."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "We have about five minutes before my Dad gets back and you're using it to make up words?"

Blaine chuckled as Kurt began to kiss him again.

So... this happened to me. I was on my learners and driving to work when the car began to rattle. I pulled over, it died and there wasn't as much smoke but there was a little. Of course I got blamed for breaking the car, but it wasn't me. We picked up a cheap side-of-the-road number and it ended up dying, no matter how much work we put into it. I don't actually know what was wrong with it, which is why this story doesn't have much in detail of what was wrong with Blaine's car or how they fixed it.

In AVPM, where that supermegafoxyawesomehot line comes from (in case, somehow, someone didn't know that), Darren actually did add-lib it. And in the words of Angela: "Isn't it weird how the only adjective able to describe him is the one he created?" ;)

Send me reviews telling me how supermegafoxyawesomehot Darren is, okay? :)

MusicalEscape: As the ND girls squealed, Puck cleared his throat.

"Me and Santanna would like to speak to Blaine for a moment."

Blaine glanced at Kurt, who was talking excitedly with Mercedes. He walked to the side of the group, where a very intimidating duo stood.

Puck and Santanna crowded close, way into Blaine's personal space.

"Dude, these are for you." Santanna thrust a few discs into Blaine's hands. Puck continued. "There's Kurt's Cheerio performance, and a few others."

"Oh, and if you hurt him, I would like to let you know my brothers are mobsters. I also have TONS of razor blades in my hair."

Without another word, the pair left, leaving a shaking Blaine in their wake.

*Later*

"We only got four minutes to save the world!"

Blaine stared, transfixed, at the screen.

"Hey, what're you watching?" A familiar countertenor peeked over his shoulder, then slowly turned red.

'CRAP!' Though Blaine, as he watched a number of emotions flicker across his boyfriend's face. 'This is NOT going to end well.'