"I'm glad you approve." Kurt said, smiling.

Blaine looked up, his pearly whites blazing. "Approve? Kurt! I could kiss you I'm so pleased! God, I can't believe it. It looks better than it did before the accident!"

Kurt clapped his hands together. He was glad to see his friend in such a state of joy.

"Is it drivable?" Blaine questioned.

"Yes and no." Kurt explained. "No licenses plates, see? Once we have those, you're free to be back on the road."

"When do you think they'll be comin in?"

Kurt bit his lip, giving an estimate. "Two . . . Three days maybe?"

Blaine smiled widely, gazing down at his car. "I can't wait. It's been hell without it."

"Well don't worry, cause the wait is almost over."

"Do you wanna go out?" Blaine asked suddenly. "I'm just . . . I need to get out and do something, ya know? Celebrate."

Oh. Kurt thought. That kind of going out. . . . "Sure." Kurt replied. "We'll take my car. Lemme just go tell Finn and then we'll head out."

"We'll get some ice cream!" Blaine shouted to him as Kurt headed to the office.

"My treat." Kurt laughed before leaving.

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"Oh! Wait, leave this on!" Blaine requested, placing his hand on Kurt's, keeping him from shutting the radio off. "I love The Beatles."

Kurt pulled his hand away, ignoring the small tingle he received from when Blaine touched him. They sat there for a few moments, listening to the music and eating their ice cream.

"I performed this song when I was in school." Blaine said unexpectedly.

"Oh?"

"It was my first talent show. I was so nervous."

"Did you win?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head, his spoon sticking from his mouth. "I was a Freshmen against all upper classmen. They weren't too hard on me though." Blaine paused for a moment, then looked to Kurt. "Do you sing?"

Kurt cleared throat, swallowing hard. "N-no. Not since High school."

"I get this weird vibe from you. Like a performer vibe."

"Yeah. Weird." Kurt looked towards the window, hoping the subject of him singing would quickly be dropped. "So, how are the Warblers?"

"They're good." Blaine replied with a full mouth. Moaning, he motioned for Kurt to take his cup. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out several tickets, trading them for the cup. "For your family."

Kurt looked at the paper in his hand, which he noticed to be free passes for Six Flags. A lot of them.

"Blaine . . . There are a lot of tickets here."

"I know. And they're for all year round. I figured it was the least I could do for you guys, since you've been working so hard on my car."

"I don't know what to say? Oh wait, yes I do. Look out for Finn when he hugs you to death." The two share a joyful laughed. Kurt clutches the tickets. "Thank you, really."

Blaine looked at him, his brown eyes sparkling. "What are friends for?" Turning towards the radio, Blaine smiled widely. The latest P!nk hit was playing, causing Blaine to dance in his seat. "Oh, yeah! This is my jam!" He said singing along.

Kurt watched from his seat, laughing like it was nothing, just like he used to.