Please see chapter one for all warnings etc…
Make My Heart Start Beating
04
The great thing about summer is it's hot and I won't freeze to death without a coat. The bad thing about summer is it's hot and I often want to melt.
Case in point, the garage. We have all the doors open to catch the slightest hint of breeze, the fans are on in the main garage area, but I've been stuck in the back room doing inventory on the tyres and putting a big order away. Nothing like manhandling heavy round rubber rings to work up a sweat.
My hands are swimming in the gloves I insist on wearing. I might have pared down my skin care but I refuse to get grease and dirt stuck under my fingernails.
With the last tyre safely stored away I wander into the main area to see the damn college brats, they're talking to Frank. Not wanting anything to do with them I head for the office, I'm at the threshold of safety when I hear Sebastian shout, "Kurt? What are you doing here?"
"I work here," I keep going and slip into the office shutting the door.
Behind on paperwork I enjoy the cooling fan on the desk and pick up a pile of invoices, I swear this stuff breeds when it's put in the in tray. Entering them on the computer I sigh as someone taps on the office door.
It's Frank, "Sorry to disturb you boss, but we got Mr Pain in the Ass here."
Oh joy. Mr 'Homophobic and will make comments while you tinker in the guts of his car so you could theoretically kill him and make it look like an accident' is the bane of every garage in a fifty-mile radius. He threw a fit when I was denied my closet, so everyone thought I'd come out as gay as a teen, he went to every other garage in the area, hated them, and came back determined to get his car done to a much higher standard and continue to lambaste me into a better more godly attitude with my sexual orientation.
We have a hate hate relationship. And lately I've taken to playing up to the stereotypical image of a gay guy just to rile him up. It gives me a break from my everyday life as the sweet nice guy.
Shrugging the arms of my overalls off my shoulders I tie them around my trim flat waist, then I take the normal t-shirt I was wearing off and replace it with my emergency sleeveless far too tight bright blue t-shirt.
Ruffling my hair and resisting the urge to pat it back into place I grab a water bottle and uncap it. Sauntering into the garage I take my time downing half the water and resting the ice-cold bottle against my neck.
Then I swagger and prance all the way over to Mr 'annoying me by breathing the same air as me' and in my most breathy girly voice I ask, "And what seems to be the problem with the car today Mr Paris?" Urgh I can't believe someone with the last name of such a magnificent city could be like this but he is.
"Well, Kurt, have you changed your heathen and ungodly ways?" He thunders, and I've noticed the radio's been turned right down, honestly I hope the guys don't snigger through this, they nearly spoilt it last time.
"No Mr Paris, still very gay and into guys," I act as sweetly as I can and try to remember that hitting him with a tyre iron counts as assault.
He hurpms at me and then points to the back seats of the car, "It smells."
"It smells," I repeat unbelievingly.
"Yes, there's this horrible smell in the back of the car and has been since the weekend," He crosses his arms and I wonder if I can get him to stand in front of the car as I run him over, purely to test the suspension.
Opening the back door the smell hits me, it's vomit and pot and alcohol. Oh and I've spotted a discarded condom wrapper. "You have a teenage son don't you?"
Mr Paris beams, "My pride and joy, a wonderful young man, so honest and devout, it's been an honour to watch him grow and guide his steps into his bludgeoning manhood."
"Yes, you may not want him to borrow the car again, because someone's been sick in it, smoked pot, drunk alcohol and had sex in the backseat…"
"How dare you!" He draws himself up and I've had enough of this pompous ass. "You might be a ungodly sexually promiscuous homo who will sleep with anything for a moment of joy in your otherwise desolate existence, but you can't go around smearing good people with such lies."
"MR PARIS!" I rarely raise my voice, "Your son is a hormonal driven teenage boy I have had the misfortune of running into while helping coach cheerleading practice, he is always openly hitting on the girls and calling them sluts to their faces, he has even been known to boast about picking up drunken girls and screwing them while they're unconscious."
"I…I… Have never been so insulted, your father will hear about this…" The man says.
"I haven't finished, you are more than welcome to tell my dad about this, but since he's left me in charge of Hummel's Tyre and Lube I doubt you will get much sympathy. Plus calling me a slut to him is liable to get you kicked out of his office. He is well aware of the fact that I have only had two lovers in my life, and that I have not been sexually active for over four years."
Pointing at the garage door I tell him, "Please take your car and leave Mr Paris. I suggest you talk to your son before he develops a drug and alcohol problem or catches a sexual transmitted disease. Oh and for the car I would take it to be cleaned and disinfected thoroughly inside and out. GoodBYE Mr Paris, should you wish to darken our doors with your presence please feel free to embrace your Christian spirit and spread good will, joy and forgiveness.
"Now if you excuse me I have a business to run," I stalk off inwardly raging and leaving the man gaping like a fish behind me.
So of course that's when I notice Sebastian lounging to one side as his friend's car is being fixed, how does he manage to give off those vibes, he throws me a wink I ignore and I go and hide in the office again hoping my stomach will stop tightening like that every time I see him.
Losing myself in the invoices and computer system I get another tap on the door, "Hey boss, card sale," I wave Frank over to the card reader and then glance up to see Sebastian wandering in and over to me like he owns the place.
Perching on the edge of the desk the very annoying horse teethed delinquent smirks at me, "So over four years is a long time to do without Tiger."
"Some of us have brains that aren't positioned between our legs, I'm sure I'll survive," I try and zone him out mentally berating myself for letting him find out about that.
"You know I'm always here to help you blow off some of that steam," his hand rests on my desk and I want to smack it off.
"Sebastian, as fun as it was to count the numerous freckles on your body, I have to say I found your morning after care a lot be desired, if I ever need my self esteem and ego stabbed to death again I'll be sure to look you up," I hiss and the sale's gone through so I usher them all out of my office.
"Just one last question," the damnable man leans on the doorframe jamming his foot in the way of the door, "If Blaine's lover number one, who's number two?"
Of all the conceited idiots, I'm ready to start ramming the door into the side of his foot but I smile sweetly, "Why Sebastian, surely you realise I'm counting you as number two."
He looks surprised, "Really? It was a one-night stand. And there's been no one else since?"
At least he's moved so I grace him with an answer, "Well I've always counted it, poor naive little me, and since you ruined me for any other man in the world, because you have single-handedly put me off men for life, there really hasn't been anyone else. So run along and go do something adventurous," I throw in his face, I doubt he remembers what he said that morning, it's satisfying to slam the office door in his face and then lock the door.
With amazing timing my phone starts ringing and I smile when I see Tina's name on it, she'll be a wonderful distraction from my memories.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.