See? I told you I wouldn't make you wait as long for the next update :)
Not much else to say, but just thought I might warn you all that this story will soon be coming to a close :( BUT NOT TO WORRY, I have just started a new fic called "The Line" which will be a childhood!klaine fic. So far I've only posted the prologue, but go over to my profile and have a read it you like!
Anyway, enjoy! (I promise you this chapter actually has a plot that you may find exciting...)
p.s. I know zilch about cars so please excuse any mistakes...
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Throughout his career as a mechanic, Burt Hummel had been witness to some really idiotic people. Over the years he'd had to deal with grumpy men who, insistent that they knew what they were doing when it came to cars, manage to do more harm than good in their attempts to fix the problem themselves. And young teenagers who drive around like dickheads and wear out their tires or blow a fuse. And women who, even if their life depended on it, didn't know how to change their oil or jumpstart the battery.
For Burt Hummel, today had been one of those days where every single customers who walked through the front door of his garage could be classified under at least one of those categories of idiotic people. It's on days like these that, after he has closed, Burt sits behind his desk and rubs his temples; glad that another day of having to deal with idiots is over.
It was after dinner, when Burt was sitting down on the couch watching the game with Finn, when Kurt called out to him from the other room.
"Dad? Phone!"
Sighing, Burt called back, "who is it? I'm watching the game..."
Popping his head around the corner, Kurt shrugged and replied, "Someone calling for Hummel Tyres and Lube."
"At this hour? Bloody hell..." he grumbled as he got up from the couch. "Who calls for a mechanic at 11.00 pm on a Thursday night, hmm?"
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"How about Defying Gravity? Even though I am still a little bitter about you beating me in that sing-off, you were amazing," Kurt offered.
For the past half hour Kurt had been on the phone to a frantic Rachael, who was freaking out about what song to sing for the school musical auditions; even though a musical hadn't even been announced yet.
"Or Don't Rain On My Parade? I know you said everyone has already heard you sing it, but I've never heard you sing a song better than that. You couldn't go wrong with that -"
"Kurt, could you please answer the phone?!" Kurt heard Carole call out from the kitchen.
"Yeah!" he called back. "Hold on a second, Rachael, the home phone is ringing..."
Leaving his mobile on his bed, Kurt ran into the other room and picked up the phone, "hello?"
"Uh, hi – is this Hummel Tyres and Lube?"
"Oh, I'll just get my Dad for you. Hold on a sec...Dad? Phone!"
As he walked down the stairs to the lounge room where his dad was watching tv, he heard Burt call back, "who is it? I'm watching the game!"
Popping his head around the corner, Kurt shrugged and replied, "Someone calling for Hummel Tyres and Lube."
"At this hour? Bloody hell..." he grumbled as he got up from the couch. "Who calls for a mechanic at 11.00 pm on a Thursday night, hmm?"
Re-entering his room and closing the door behind him, Kurt picked up his phone, "okay, I'm back!"
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About an hour later, Rachael had settled on Don't Rain On My Parade and had to hang up so she could "practice".
And while he too should be watching tv or reading a book or sleeping – considering he does have a History test tomorrow morning - Kurt was currently making sandwiches. Why, one might ask? After his dad had gotten called down to the shop, he'd called saying that whoever had brought their car in would be coming back with him. Apparently their car was royally screwed, and considering it hadn't stopped raining in the past 48 hours and Burt wouldn't be able to fix it until he picked up a part tomorrow morning, he needed a place to stay.
So here Kurt was, at nearly midnight on a school night, making finger sandwiches for some person he'd never met.
"How long do you think Dad will be?" Kurt asked Carole who was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper.
Glancing down at her watch, Carole replied, "he shouldn't be too long. He said half an hour, and that was nearly twenty minutes ago... Did you want some help with the sandwiches?"
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Burt caught sight of the customer as he pulled into the street the shop is on, the guy's car – despite looking quite new – parked on the curb with smoke billowing out from under the bonnet, quickly turning into mist amid the heavy rain.
Pulling into the garage, Burt ushered the customer inside.
"Thank you so much for coming out so late. Especially in this rain!"
"Ah that's fine, so what's the problem?"
At a closer look, his customer was far younger than he pictured when speaking to him on the phone. While he was dressed like an established man in his twenties, his face was young; his hair – wet from the rain – hung over his eyes. His clothes, however, were soaked through entirely.
"I don't really know, sorry. I've never been great with cars. I was just driving and then BAM... the car kind of shook and I was only just able to make it here before it shut off completely. Luckily I was just around the corner."
"I'll have a look then. Could you give me a hand pushing it in here?"
Once the car was in the garage, Burt popped the hood and got to work. "So what were you doing driving around this late at night? You look kinda young..."
"Oh, well I was a little bit lost, to be honest. The rain didn't help," the boy chuckled. Then, nodding towards the car, "do you think you can fix it?"
"Yes, just... not now. Your compressor's busted. It's an easy fix, but I don't have the parts right now. You know what, you come with me back to my house; you can have a shower and a bite to eat, and then in the morning you can come with me and we'll go pick up the parts?" Burt offered, wiping his hands on a rag and closing the bonnet.
"Really? I wouldn't want to intrude..."
"You wouldn't be. Come on, kiddo."
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"Hey, Kurt! You got those sandwiches ready?"
Listening to the shuffling of footsteps and then the front door closing, Kurt called back, "yeah Dad, they're in the kitchen."
"...my son, Kurt. He's a great cook; definitely didn't get that from me..."
Placing the plate of sandwiches down on the table, Kurt turned when he heard the voices entering the room. When he turned around fully, however, he was frozen to the spot.
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AND I BROUGHT BACK THE GOOD OL' CLIFFHANGER! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and that you don't hate me too much right now. Please REVIEW and let me know what you thought, or any speculations that you have.
Em xoxo