They didn't talk about Karofsky at Subway. They talked about Glee, and how Blaine probably barely passed his Latin test this morning, and how Kurt had spent last weekend looking at fashion magazines and wishing he lived in Paris. Blaine waxed poetic about how the Buckeyes were this season and Kurt feigned interest. Kurt started out lunch just miserable and depressed, but by the end of it he was in a much better mood. Mission accomplished.
Blaine wanted to keep the conversation going, but they were both skipping school at this point, and the lady at the counter was looking at them suspiciously. He really had to get going if he was going to make it back to math without anyone noticing.
Blaine drove Kurt back to McKinley and then headed off back towards Dalton, nervously checking the clock on the dashboard. It would be tight, but he'd make it. He probably shouldn't have spent so long talking over lunch, but they'd been having fun and it was really the first time he'd seen Kurt smile since he'd watched the Warblers perform. He was kind of adorable when he smiled. And he was really interesting. Some guy's going to be lucky to have him some day. He wished he knew someone who was looking for a relationship because he'd set them up.
The ride back went quicker than he expected. Blaine was just pulling up to a stoplight about a mile from Dalton when he checked the time again. Ten minutes to spare. I am the master. He couldn't believe he'd pulled this off. He never did things like this. There was something kind of exciting about getting away with it.
The light turned green and Blaine cheerfully hit the gas pedal. The car sputtered. Blaine pressed the gas pedal again, confused, and the car stalled. What the-? Blaine turned the key and the car started again. He drove about four feet before the car died completely.
Oh my God. I ran out of gas. Fuck.