It happens over the engine of a Ford Focus, which is probably the least interesting car Kurt has ever worked on, but its owner seems to love it for some reason. He's got everything taken apart (well, as much as the way they manufactured the car will allow) and his hands are covered in oil and the filth of the road that he's had to clean out of this engine to get it working again. "Puck, hand me that wrench?"
He does and Kurt wonders how much longer Puck's going to stick around. He knows Puck almost has enough money to fund his pool cleaning dreams and Kurt is leaving for Boston tomorrow. Somehow Berklee found out he's a countertenor (Kurt blames Sam's YouTube videos) and offered him a scholarship. Kurt's not even sure he wants to study music anymore, but at least it's not musical theater, the mistress who turned him down. Maybe he'll study management, so he has a career to fall back on when everyone realizes he's not marketable as a singer.
Puck hands Kurt the wrench and clears his throat. He obviously has something to say.
"What?"
"I didn't tell you earlier, 'cause I was wait listed, but now I'm in."
Kurt smiles. He didn't even know his friend was applying to schools. "That's amazing! Where are you going? UCLA?" he asks, dropping his work and pulling Puck into a congratulatory hug.
"Nah," Puck replies, returning the hug more than Kurt thought he would. "I decided LA wasn't for me. I'm going to this music school in Boston. Pretty sure you know it."
Kurt's flabbergasted. "I don't have to do this alone?"
Puck nods and Kurt hugs him again. His mouth travels a mile a minute about dorms and classes as they get back to work and it's the first time he's been excited about anything since ... Well, since the event Kurt doesn't think about when he doesn't have the time to get in a good cry.