"So, I need your full name." Kurt said.

"Well, you already know my name." Blaine answered.

"First name: Blaine. Middle and last?"

"Middle: Cameron. Last: Anderson. Age: twenty years. Blood type: A positive. Natural eye color: a slight darkish, muddy brown. Natural hair color: Medium brown. Nationality: Well, I'm kinda a mutt-"

"Okay! Okay! Stop!" Kurt chanted, looking up from the clip board. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you my information." Blaine said innocently.

"I needed your name, not your entire life story." Kurt sighs, going back to his work. "How long have you had the car for?"

Blaine stalls, counting the years. "About four? I brought it when it first went on the market. It was the first thing I ever really brought on my own."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Kurt said honestly. "Okay, I just need your phone number and we're all done here."

"You have my number," Blaine reminded him. Kurt blushed, having forgotten that small detail. "Were you ever gonna give it a call?"

Kurt looked all around, refusing to share the same glance. "Well, I've been a little busy, as you can see. You'd be surprised by how many broken up pieces of junk we have come in there on a daily basis." Kurt stopped and reread his words in his mind. Counting on Blaine's reaction, he realized his mistake. "Not that your car is a piece of junk! No! No, no! It's . . . It's totally awesome. With a little paint and buffing, it'll look good as new."

"Chill, Kurt." Blaine eased. "Its fine. For the moment, it is a piece of junk. Hopefully your dad will make it not so, soon."

"I should actually go check on that." Kurt stated. "My dad will be out in a little while to give you the details on how it's gonna be."

"See you around," Blaine sighed, looking at his fallen silver angel.

Turning on his heel, Kurt left for the back. Before handing the paperwork onto Burt, Kurt took his cell phone from his locker, scrolled down to Blaine's name, and jotted down his number onto the sheet.

Just as he expected, the work was going to take a little more time. Parts had to be ordered and shipped; the paint needed to be brought. Who knew if there were any internal oil bleeding. It would take longer than originally thought; but Burt was hopeful. He had his best guys working on it, and also assigned Finn and Kurt to do the easy jobs.

"Looks like we will be seeing a lot of each other." Blaine said optimistically.

Kurt smiled, wanting to show the enjoyment of the news, but it didn't work out well. He was never a good smiling liar.