Before Kurt knew it, his driving time was up. Blaine brightly volunteered to drive next and Kurt found himself in the backseat with a perfect view of Blaine as he sat down in front of the wheel. Kurt couldn't help but grin when he saw that Blaine had to push his seat forward and tilt the rear-view mirror down because he was smaller than Kurt. After Blaine had satisfied Jeannie with all of the necessary pre-driving steps, he put the car in reverse. Before pulling out of the parking space and heading onto the road, though, he reached his hand toward the radio button.

"May I?" he asked Jeannie politely.

"Sure, Barney, go ahead."

Blaine ignored the slip-up turned the radio to 93.9 FM, the local hit radio station, which was currently playing "Top of the World." Santana grinned. "Now that is what I'm talking about."

Blaine smiled back at her before pulling out of the parking space and on to the road. As they drove, the thump of the bass shaking the small car, Santana started lip-syncing. "Boy you know you get me hi-ee-i-ee-igh, won't you take me for a ri-ee-i-ee-ide, tell me where you want to go, ooooooooooh, tell me where you want to go, ooooooooooh." As she sang, she had clicked open her seatbelt and slid over to Kurt. By the end of the chorus, she was practically on top of his lap, almost grinding on him as she shook her hips back and forth to the beat. "C'mon, Kurt, dance with me." Kurt just crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head.

"Kurt. Loosen up. This is like the most clubtastic song on the radio right now. Across the United States, millions of gay boys are dancing to it and hooking up to it and fucking in backrooms with it playing in the background. It's like a required part of your gay heritage." She grabbed Kurt's arms and uncrossed them as she tried to help him move back and forth. Kurt quickly pulled his arms back and sat up straight in his seat."

"San, you know as well as I do that there is no such thing as 'gay heritage.' And just because I'm gay doesn't mean clubs are my second home. Now I hate to break it to you, but there is just no way I'm dancing to a song that uses Auto-Tune more than I use moisturizing cream. I refuse."

"Please? You know you want to!"

Blaine, whom Kurt had forgotten was in the car with them, called out from the front seat in agreement. "Yeah, Kurt! You know you want to!" Kurt's attention snapped from Santana to Blaine as he wondered how much of their conversation the other boy had heard. But he stopped thinking about it when he saw Blaine dancing even more goofily than Santana. Damn, he thought. Can one person really be that adorable? He was still staring when he felt Santana nudge him with her elbow.

"So," she whispered, stopping her dancing long enough to lean in close to Kurt. "When are you going to be tapping that?"

"Santana!" He slapped her on the leg with the back of his hand. "You better not have said what I think you just said because you are ten seconds away from being hit multiple times on the head with my ridiculously heavy designer bag."

Santana smirked in response. "C'mon, Hummel. We all know that the only eligible boy toy you'll find at McKinley is, to put it nicely, your right hand. And here, like manna from heaven, is a gorgeous, funny, did I mention gay, boy our age who has a great taste in music and an even greater ass." Kurt's eyes slid away from Santana's to look at the body part in question, but he caught himself and forced his gaze to travel back to Santana before she noticed. "Yeah, I know, it's beautiful." Oh. She had noticed. "So, to clarify my question… when will you two be doing it?"

Kurt huffed and gave her his best bitch face. "Ok, Santana, I'm going to ignore the seventeen levels of offensive that you have managed to reach in this one car ride alone and just try to get it through your head that I'm not going to be falling head over heels for every gay guy I meet. Sure, he's cute and seems nice. And his ass is pretty fantastic, I will give you that. But I don't know him. And neither do you. So please stop placing bets on when we'll be having sex and start finding better things to do with your time." He pushed a lock of hair off of his face and turned his attention out the car window, suddenly taking an enormous interest in the houses passing by.

Santana reached her arm out and rested it on Kurt's shoulder. "Look, I- I'm sorry. I know I was being offensive and rude- hell, I'm always offensive and rude. But in all seriousness… do a little flirting. Engage him in conversation. I'm pretty sure he's interested in you. And you could use a boy like that in your life. You two don't even have to get together. Even doing that whole lame friends without benefits thing would be really good for you."

Kurt softened when he heard this. For all the bitchy awful things she said, Santana could be a really good friend when she felt like it. He gave her shoulder a quick squeeze and then glanced at Blaine to see if he had been listening. The song on the radio changed to one of Katy Perry's latest singles, Kurt didn't know which one, he could never keep track of them all, and Blaine's face lit up.

"Yes! Oh man, I frickin' love this song, can you talk about good karma or-" Blaine started bouncing up and down in his seat so much that the car veered across the yellow line. Jeannie reached over and yanked the steering wheel hard to the right to get it back in its lane, giving Blaine a reproachful look and turning the radio down in the process after the car was back under control. Blaine looked over at her and mumbled a quick sorry before jumping in with the chorus and starting to sing.

Kurt couldn't believe it. Blaine was singing. In their driver's ed car. To Katy Perry. Not just lip-syncing. Not just quietly humming under his breath. No, full-on belting. And usually Kurt would roll his eyes at how preteen girl the whole thing was. But he was too busy focusing on Blaine's voice, which he could hear clearly now that the volume was at a reasonable level. And wow did Blaine have a voice. It was nothing like Kurt's soaring countertenor. But it was just as amazing. Kurt tried to put a name to it and finally came up with right. Not too high, not too low, not too smooth, not too gravelly, not too loud, not too soft. Just… right.

And not only was Blaine a good singer. He was also dancing along in his seat with an exuberance that Kurt found extremely refreshing. It was nothing like the slightly spastic flailing that he had been doing just moments before. No, this looked choreographed, the way Blaine was moving side to side, snapping his fingers, nodding his head. Kurt was surprised that Blaine was managing to drive the car and do all this at the same time. Evidently Jeannie felt the same way and quickly shut the radio off.

Blaine's smile fell, but he kept singing the last chorus, even without the music in the background. Kurt let out a small laugh- damn, he must really like this song- and Blaine's eyes met his in the rearview mirror. Rather than moving away like Kurt had assumed it would, Blaine's gaze stayed locked on his. Kurt felt his breath catch and his throat tighten up because really, he couldn't help it, this boy was singing to him, serenading him, practically aching as he sang just one touch and don't ever look back and let you put your hands on me in my skintight jeans and other things that made Kurt glad he was sitting down because he felt a little weak in the knees. Right after Blaine finished up, Kurt's ears still ringing with the intensity with which Blaine had sung the song, Blaine's eyes broke away from Kurt's and he returned his gaze to the road. Kurt vaguely realized it was because the light at which they had been stopped turned green. The trance he was in, recovering from the moment that he and Blaine had shared, was broken by Santana, who reached over to twine her pinky around his like she did so often with Britt.

"Hey. Look at me," she said softly

Kurt wrenched his gaze from the rearview mirror and glanced over at her. "Yeah?"

"Like I said before… I don't know if you guys will be something more, or if you'll even end up being friends. But you have to admit, he would make an incredible duet partner."

Kurt made a small smile and looked over at Blaine, who was now rapping along to Super Bass. "Yeah," he said fondly. "He would."