Chapter 7

The shop was very quiet on Sunday. Kurt started his shift at 12:00 and sat down behind the desk in the corner. Only 5 hours to go, he thought to himself as he span around of the black office chair and stared into space.

The log book said that there were only two cars being picked up by owners today so he didn't expect it to be very busy, but he was being paid to be there so he didn't mind all that much. He watched his dad come out of the back room rubbing his hands with a dirty cloth. "Hey Kurt, I've just finished up on Mr Henderson's truck and he's asked for his pick up day to be moved to tomorrow so you don't have to worry about him today." Kurt nodded his head that he understood. "And Mr Clinton has just picked his car up so you can mark that off in the book."

Burt looked at his son and then turned his head to look up and down the garage. He glanced at his watch as he turned back to the teenager he announced his departure. "I'm gonna head to the suppliers to talk to them about the new tyres their stocking now. It'll take a while so I'll leave the keys and if you could just lock up at 5 that would be great. Oh, and Mickey called in sick today so he not around. It's just you kid, is that ok?" Burt always liked to act the concerned father, even if he knew that Kurt could handle it. "Yes dad, that's fine," Kurt said leaning back in the chair, "I'll see you later."

Burt was just leaving when he turned back round to face Kurt. "Ok, by the way, forgot to tell you, I'm taking Carole out tonight and we'll be getting a hotel, so we don't, err, disturb you and Finn, yer." Kurt clasped his hands to his ears, "oh my God dad, waaay too much information!" Kurt turned red at just the thought but Burt simply shrugged. "Anyway, can you text Finn to let him know. See ya buddy."He hung his overalls up on a peg and turned and walked out of the garage door. Kurt let his head loll back as he closed his eyes.

He must have fallen asleep as the next thing he heard was a sharp ping as a middle aged man hit the bell on the desk in front of him. "Oh I'm so sorry, what can I do for you sir?" He asked hurriedly. The man smiled warmly, "don't worry, I have a teenage of my own, I know what you're like." Kurt looked sheepish. "Anyway," the man continued, "I don't really know what's wrong with it, but my car keeps making a weird noise when I stop. It sounds like its dying or something. Do you think you could have a look at it?"

"Sure," Kurt smiled as the man led him over to a blue Cadillac parked just outside the door. He surveyed the car before saying, "if you just get in a drive it up to lot 1 I'll check it out." The man did as instructed and Kurt heard the noise he was concerned about as the car stopped.

"I see what you mean," Kurt said as the man got out of his car and shut the door. "I have an idea, but just give me a sec to check it out." The teenager took a lay off the wall and slid under the vehicle. Looking at the underneath of the car he found he was right and he rolled back out from under it again. "Yep, looks like you're callipers have gotten into the rotors, shouldn't be too hard to sort out though. Are you able to pick it up on Tuesday? I'll do what I can now, but I'll have to order something in for it." The man nodded along with what Kurt was saying as he made his way back round to the other side of the desk. He added the man's name and contact details to the log book and the adult left.

About half an hour after the man had left, Kurt was lying underneath the car when he heard someone entre the garage. He heard the snap of a motorbike stand going down and he rolled out to see if he could help whoever it was.

It just so happened to be the one person he hoped he it wasn't. Blaine Anderson. He was still lying on the tray when Blaine spotted him, an evil grin appeared across his complexion and Kurt was reminded of just how attractive Blaine was. "So we meet again beautiful," he said in a melodic voice, "I have to say, I thought I would be the one to get you on your back, but if you're already there I see no problem with that." He darted his eyebrows and his piercing moved with them. Kurt gulped. He scrambled up so he was standing facing Blaine. He still felt very awkward looking at him so he turned round to lean into the open bonnet to put down the stand and close it, but not before Blaine could make another remark. "Or you can bend over for me darling, I don't really mind what position you're in, you choose." Kurt turned back to him and glared.

"Is there something wrong with your bike or did you just come here to annoy me?" Kurt questioned, hoping Blaine would leave soon. "Well for the record, I didn't know you worked here but it is a very sexy bonus. And yes, I need you to change the oil filter on my bike," he said walking over to it.

Kurt continued to glare at the boy, but went over to the bike and squatted down to inspect it. "Fine, shouldn't take long," he said, standing up to get some tools. He set to work, crouching beside the motorbike, very aware that Blaine was watching him. After two minutes of feeling Blaine's eyes on him he tried to distract the boy. "Hey, Blaine, can you pass me that screwdriver?" He asked, trying to draw his attention away from him.

Blaine picked up the screwdriver like he was asked and crouched down behind Kurt. He leaned round the boy's body to give it to him and as he did Kurt felt him breathe out very close to the back of his neck, making the brown haired boy shiver. Before he could do anything, Blaine started placing gentle, open-mouthed kisses on his neck. Kurt stopped what he was doing and tried to resist but it felt so good, especially when Blaine began to suck and nip on the pale flesh. Kurt groan softly at the sensation which only encouraged Blaine as his tongue protruded between his lips to lick at the skin. As he felt a small, cool metal dot surrounded by the moist wet heat of his tongue travel up the contour of his neck he gasped.

"Blaine," he moaned quietly.

"Yes beautiful?" Came a whispered reply.

"Kiss me."