"Hey," He gasped, trying to strand straight. "You . . . you okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine." Kurt said simply.

"Oh. Awesome. W-what's the big emergency then?"

Without a word, Kurt slid off the counter and walked into the middle of the room, beside a sheet-covered car. Pulling the sheet back, he revealed the Blaine's car, in perfect condition. Blaine moved forward, his jaw dropped.

"You finished it?" He asked quietly.

Kurt nodded proudly. "And then some. It's been buffed and shined. Everything it was is gone, and now it's in perfect condition."

"It looks brand new!"

"That's the idea. It's one-hundred percent perfect. All the parts are put in and it's ready to hit the road. Oh! There is one small detail." Blaine cocked his head slightly. "The license plates are gonna take a little while longer, so Dad through in these babies until then."

"Kurt, I . . . I don't have what to say."

"Don't say anything." Fishing into his pockets, Kurt pulled out the keys, tossing them to Blaine. "How about a ride?"

Smiling brightly, the two jumped in the car and headed out. Blaine was surprised by how well it drove; it was like driving an entirely new car.

"At Hummel Tire and Lube we get the job done." Kurt stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't know how to thank you, Kurt." Blaine said as they stopped at the stop light.

"It's my job, Blaine. There's no thank you required."

"How about ice cream then? My treat."

Kurt laughed. "I might just have to take you up on that."

Smiling, the two headed out.