As he climbed out of the front seat of the tow truck, Matt wondered what exactly the odds are he would be the last of his friends out of school the very day his tire decided to go flat. Puck was usually good for at least four detentions a week but he had apparently made some bet with Mike over who would get Mercedes' attention quicker: Puck by being good or Mike by being an asshole. Matt had just shaken his head when he heard them discussing it in the locker room. The heterosexual teenaged male mind had to be one of the most terrifying creations ever. When he had asked why they didn't just ask her out and see who she picked the looks they shot him ranged from pity for his naivety (Mike) or outright disgust at how stupid his plan sounded (Puck).

It must have been a punishment for laughing at their ideas or Puck looked to get revenge on even pettier things than Matt ever dreamed of because by the time he finally left school today his tie was flat and no one Matt would feel remotely safe with was around to give him a lift. Not even Mr. Schue and his slowly but surely disintegrating heap of an alleged car.

His parents were still at work. His younger brothers weren't old enough to drive. The only sensible thing to do, his mother's voice lectured in his memory, was to call for a tow to the nearest garage =. Especially since by the time his father had started in on how to change a tire Matt had already drifted off into boredom. And he was about 90 percent sure at one point he had removed the spare tire to hide the beer his older sister had bought him for a football team party over the summer last year.

Looking at the building in front of him, Matt could only shake his head. Of course. Of course. He would end up at Hummel's Tire and Lube. He'd only been trying to avoid seeing Kurt since Rachel figured out his secret. Well as best he could avoid him considering they had lunch, three classes and glee together. Not to mention he had the sneaking suspicion Rachel was talking Kurt's ear off about his solo just to walk Kurt past his locker. On further reflection maybe Rachel slashed his tires. She did date Puck for an extremely surreal minute after all.

"Flat tire?" A man that looked to be his father's age approached Matt, wiping his hand on a rag before offering it to him. The name stitched into the faded blue coveralls identified him as Burt. He titled his head to the side and squinted, an indication he was trying to place where he knew Matt from. A move Matt had seen Kurt do many times himself.

"Yes Mr. Hummel. And I don't have a spare." Matt looked at the ground to hide his embarrassment. This was so exactly how he had hoped to make a good impression on Kurt's father.

"Mr. Hummel?" Burt's face relaxed into an easy grin. "You must know Kurt. That singing club right?"

"Yeah and football."

"Right. Sorry. Didn't recognize you without the dancing. "Burt nodded. "Come on back to the shop. We'll fix you up in no time."

"You don't need to go to any trouble." Matt protested as Burt guided back into the garage.

"There's no such thing as trouble for a friend of Kurt's." Burt looked out towards a small office tucked into the back. "Kurt. Get out here and help."

"Hold on I just need to finish properly moisturizing my hands."

"Kurt."

"Dad I've told you time and again proper skin care is essential for chosen profession." Kurt came towards them, rubbing the last of whatever lotion he was using into his pale skin. "Hi Matt. "

"Kurt." Matt managed to get out. Actual speech. It was progress.

"Change his tire out will you kid?" Burt asked gesturing to Matt's poor Jeep now loaded onto to the lift. "We're short two guys and behind three cars."

"No problem." Kurt smiled as he turned towards Matt. "So long as you never mention to anyone I own such work-related clothing."

Matt chuckled. Only Kurt would consider his outfit work related. Sure they were coveralls. Slim white coveralls Matt suspected were inspired by Grease with Kurt's name double stitched in a deep purple fabric. "They won't hear anything from me."

"Of course they won't." Kurt shook his head causing his hair to momentarily slip from its carefully sculpted image. "You're our man of many secrets Mr. Rutherford. I find you simply fascinating."

Matt stood there in shock. Great he had moved on to having full on auditory hallucinations now. Forget about graduating from McKinley. He was clearly eligible for a transfer to St. Aloysius's Home for the Insane. "What?"

"Fascinating." Kurt repeated as he twisted off the lug nuts off with a practiced air. "You've been in glee all year but you rarely talk or seek out the spotlight. Even Tina does now that she's stopped that silly stuttering. You haven't killed Rachel yet or even complained about her once as far as I know, which qualifies you for sainthood in most books. You're a jock and friends with Puck and yet I rarely see you at the morning dumpster toss. Not to mention you don't seem to know how to change your own spare. You are a man of many surprises."

"I'm not that interesting." Matt protested. "I'm just a regular guy."

"No" Kurt shook his head. "I think you have secrets we haven't even begun to guess at yet. But mark my words Matt. I'll find out everything you're hiding. I have my ways."

"I'm…I'm not hiding anything. I'm just nothing special."

"Nonsense. The one thing I'll ever admit Rachel is right about is being in glee makes you special. And since you are a member of glee I think that qualifies you for special status."

"I know my role. I'm the backup dancer." Matt argued as he helped Kurt raise the new tire up on the platform. "I'm not there to stand out."

"Your unfortunate wardrobe choices certainly reflect that." Kurt agreed, waving off Matt's usual uniform of baggy jeans and a t-shirt. "Even Mike knows to wear the skinny jeans when necessary."

"What's wrong with the way I dress?"

"It's fine if you are just some every day cow town local with no inner life. But for a man of mystery such as yourself? It simply won't do." Kurt shook his head in disapproval. "No. No. I can't have you looking like this. It's a crime."

"A crime?" Matt knew he didn't follow fashion nearly as closely as Kurt or even Jesse did, but he didn't think it was that bad. No one ran screaming from him when he came down the hall at least.

"Don't worry. I know how to fix this. Saturday. I'll take you to where I find all my best deals. We'll make you into a new man." Kurt clapped his hands, excitement radiating through his eyes. Saying no to him was going to be impossible but Matt knew it was what he had to say. In the first place Kurt was with Sam. And secondly, being alone with Kurt might increase the likelihood he would do something truly embarrassing like blurt out the fact he liked Kurt far more than just a fellow teammate.

"Saturday?" Matt started weakly. "This Saturday?"

In the few seconds it took Matt to question the actual day, Kurt's features fell into a mask of shame. "I did it again didn't I?"

"Again?"

"I was pushy. I get that way especially like makeovers. They are basically my crack. I have a habit of pushing myself onto other people and I'm trying to stop that. Just forget I ever said anything. My mistake."

He had seen that look of disappointment a few times on Kurt's face. When he had lost a solo or a suggestion had been turned down. But this time he was the cause of it. Him. If he just said yes, it would clearly make Kurt happy. And Matt had to admit finding out the answer to where Kurt found his clothes was tempting. He'd most likely be a nervous wreck between now and then. He might even do something crazy like ask Rachel for help. But it would be worth it to see Kurt smile like that again at him

He was such a damn sucker.

"No. Saturday will be fine."