"Dad!" Kurt called out as he entered Hummel Tire & Lube. He could see his father's work boots sticking out from under a Porsche 911 he had fixed up. Kurt knelt beside the car. "Dad?"

"How on earth did THAT happen? Dammit!" Burt exclaimed, his words muffled by the vehicle.

"Are you okay, Dad?" asked Kurt.

Burt slid out from under the car, took his son's outstretched hand and stood up. "I'm about ready to give up on this hunk of junk!"

Kurt smiled. "You always say that."

"I mean it this time! I'll never get this goddamn thing to start!"

"Yes, you will. And you'll get first prize at the car show tomorrow. And become a world famous mechanic." Kurt singsonged.

Burt chuckled. "You really believe that?"

"I always have."

"Well, what am I waitin' for? I'll have this thing fixed in no time! Hand me that wrench" Burt said. "So, how was school, son?"

Kurt bit his lip. "I...got the new Vogue" he replied. "Dad...do you think I'm weird?"

Burt turned to him in mock surprise. "My son? Weird? Heh, where'd you get an idea like that?"

Kurt shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. I'm just not sure I fit in here. There's no one I can really talk to."

"What about that Blaine?" Burt asked. "He's a handsome fella."

"He's handsome, alright!" Kurt laughed. "And rude, and conceited, and...dad, he's not for me."

Burt closed the hood of the Porsche. "Well, don't you worry, son. If I win at the car show, we'll do something fun to celebrate." He turned the car on, and it whirred to life.

"It works!" Kurt cried, clasping his hands in delight.

"Well hey, it does!" Burt said, grinning.

"You did it, Dad!" Kurt threw his arms around his Dad's neck, not leaning too close for fear of getting covered in grease.

"Looks like I'm off to the car show after all."

A few hours later, Burt was in the drivers' seat of the Porsche, his bags packed for the car show.

"Bye, Dad! Good Luck!" Kurt called from the front porch.

"Bye, Kurt! Be safe while I'm gone!" Burt called back.

As Burt headed out of Lima, the sky was getting darker and darker. Soon, raindrops began to fall on the windshield. Shit, Burt thought, maybe I shouldn't be driving in this weather. His thoughts were confirmed when he heard a crash of thunder above him. He tried to continue, but the Porsche's engine started to make sputtering noises. It finally stopped in front of a huge, strange-looking house. Stained-glass windows and gargoyles. Burt quickly ran from the car to the door of the house, trying not to get too wet.

He rang the bell, and when the door opened, his eyes widened in surprise. "Karofsky?"

Paul Karofsky ushered him inside. "Hummel" he said, "What happened to you?"

"On my way outta town" Burt replied. "The, um, car broke down."

"And right outside my palace here, too" Paul chuckled. "Come inside, it doesn't look like it's letting up soon."

"I better call Kurt" Burt said. "Make sure he's alright."

Just as he reached into his pocket for his phone, a figure appeared in the doorway, illuminated by the lightning from outside. "Hummel!" a deep voice thundered.

Burt would have jumped out of his skin, but his chest suddenly felt far too tight. Clutching his heart, he fell to the floor, squeaking out, "Get..Kurt...safe" before everything went black.