Blaine has a flat tire.

Yup, yup, it's another crappy pun as title! I am, like, the goddess of crappy puns.

(Okay, some of you probably figured I don't have car/ never had a car/ don't know how to change a flat tire- I did my research, folks, online as well as asked my mom for more specific details, so fear not. Also I looked around in Google maps to find Smith Cemetery.)

Tired

Blaine swallowed, looking at the flat tire. He was just out of Lima, on his way to Kurt's, when he realized the car was bouncing weirdly and pulled over, finding a flat tire… that he didn't know how to change.

He was manly, okay? He was boxing, he was fit, he lifted heavy stuff and shaved really damn frequently and killed cockroaches; he just didn't know how to change a tire.

So the first thing he did was call Kurt.

"Hi, honey!"

"Hey, babe. Um, listen, I might be a little late…" he sighed. They were supposed to have the entire afternoon, even if Burt was home, and now god only knew how long it'll take him to get there.

"What happened?"

"I got a flat tire," he groaned. "And I kinda don't know how to change it. Should I try and get someone to stop and help me?"

"Oh my god, Blaine, please don't, you don't even know who those people are and they might not be nice, I've told you a million times, remember that old lady-"

Blaine bit his lip, frowning. "What do I do, then? There's no way I can change it myself."

"Where are you?"

"Just by Smith Cemetery," he said, knowing what Kurt's reply was going to be. "You don't have to come, I'll figure it out somehow-"

"Blaine. Do you know how to change a flat tire?"

Blaine sighed. "No."

"My dad's a mechanic. I can, in fact, change a flat tire. Which means I'm coming to save you, so stay where you are. I'll be there in fifteen." And before Blaine could reply, he continued, "Love you, bye!" and hung up.

Precisely fifteen minutes later, Blaine spotted Kurt's car driving towards him, and waved his hands. Kurt signaled, and pulled over at the side of road behind Blaine's car.

"Sorry I took so long," apologized Kurt when he got out of his car. "Dad was questioning."

Blaine nodded. "So what do we do first?"

Kurt walked to Blaine's car and opened up the trunk. "We make sure you've got an inflated spare tire, a jack, and a wrench."

Together, they moved random items from the trunk to the backseat, so Kurt could lift the cardboard sheet and find the spare tire under it, inflated and good to go. Fishing around some more, he found the jack and the wrench as well.

"Alright." Kurt picked up the wrench. "This is the wrench- we're going to use it to loosen the lug nuts, those things that attach the wheel to the car. After we do that, we'll elevate the car with the jack-" he pointed at it, "so we can change the tire. Now, which of the tires is flat?"

Blaine led him to the sad-looking tire. Kurt examined it for a moment, crouching and putting down the wrench. "It doesn't look so bad. I think you can fix it- just make sure to get it fixed quickly, because you don't want to be driving around without a spare tire. Dad can fix it for you, actually; I'll ask him when we get home."

"Okay."

Kurt took the wrench, and placed it on one of the lug nuts. "Now's the difficult part, but the rest is easier. I can't really loosen this with my hands, so what I usually do…" He stood up from where he's been crouching by the wheel, and set one leg on the wrench. "Is jump on it." He calculated the angle, grabbed the car's side for support, and brought his other leg forcefully down on the wrench, which immediately moved downwards. Kurt jumped off gracefully before falling, and Blaine chuckled. "Can I try?"

So Kurt let him, grabbing him a few times when he fell and helping him loosen the rest of the lug nuts. Once all of them were loosened, Kurt led Blaine back to the rear of the car, picking up the jack next.

"Where's the car manual?" Kurt asked, and Blaine found it in the glove compartment. They looked in it for several minutes before finding where the jack should be placed, and then Kurt showed Blaine how to place it correctly and lift the car with it until the wheel was suspended a few inches from the ground.

"Now we remove the nuts," said Kurt, and Blaine giggled. Kurt rolled his eyes and removed them, and then removed the hubcap as well, setting it aside and putting the lug nuts on it. "I need your help now, so stop being a ten year old."

Blaine pursed his lips to stop himself from laughing. "What do I do?"

"Since I can't carry it, you need to take the wheel and put it here on the ground. Then, you take the spare wheel and put it back in place of the old wheel, and later return the old wheel to the trunk. Be careful it doesn't get you clothes dirty, though. It's super messy."

He nodded, and followed Kurt's instructions- the wheel was heavy, but not that heavy. The spare one was a bit tricky to put in the right place, but with Kurt's help it worked out eventually. Kurt put back the nuts, ignoring Blaine's stifled chuckle, and grabbed the wrench.

"Now we do the same thing, to the opposite direction."

On each nut, the first twist of the wrench Kurt did with his hands, and then he helped Blaine jump on it until it went as tight as it could. When Blaine jumped off after the last one, Kurt lifted his dirty hand to high five Blaine's equally filthy one, and they kissed briefly.

"We changed a tire!" called Blaine excitedly.

"We did. Now just put back the damaged tire- I'll get wipes to clean our hands while you do that, okay?"

Blaine smiled and lifted the wheel- that was much easier to do now, for some reason- and put it back while Kurt went to his car and came back with baby wipes. Blaine blushed a little at the memories of former use of those baby wipes but cleaned his hands quietly, and then they headed to Kurt's home to spend the rest of the afternoon together.

Blaine wouldn't admit it when Burt asked, but he knew Kurt knew the reason he was really cheerful for the entire evening about succeeding in changing that tire.