It wasn't that big of a deal, really. Kurt knew what to do and the work wasn't too hard. It was the part about getting all dirty and greasy that he didn't like. The overalls he didn't really care about, it was the rest of him he was worried about. Whether he worried about his complexion or hair anymore wasn't apart of him; Kurt has never and will never enjoy getting grease all over his face and hair.

The final thing Kurt wasn't happy about was that the owner of the car was always around. Whether it's just an hour or two or from open to close, Blaine was there. He was like a parent hanging out in the waiting room for his child at the local hospital. Kurt found it somewhat endearing, while the rest of him was waiting for him to just go away.

"Alright," Kurt breathed as he jotted everything down onto the clipboard. "There's no internal bleeding, the gas tank is fine, and your breaks are all in check, so it looks like all the damage was down on the outside."

"Is that good or bad?" Blaine asked.

Kurt thought about it for moment. "Both."

Blaine moaned, running his hands through his hair. "I guess it couldn't been worse. At least its drivable. Well, eventually it will be."

Kurt popped the hood, wanting to double check the engine. Burt said it was perfect, but it never hurt to check again. Besides, he might as well clean it; nothing annoyed Kurt more about car's was a dirty engine.

"Hey, you have my dad and his entire team working on this thing. Give it a week and you'll be back on the road, riding pretty."

Blaine smiled, leaning against the side of the car, watching Kurt has he did his work. Kurt found himself getting nervous, but his it well.

"What are you doing Friday night?" He asked smoothly.

"Um . . . I'm not sure." Kurt said slowly.

"Come to the movies with me." Kurt sat up quickly, slamming the back of his head against the hood. He winced loud, rubbing the spot with his hand. Walking to the sink, Kurt washed his hands, keeping his black to Blaine. "The guys thought it would be a great way to cheer me up or something. You're more than welcome to join us."

"That sounds great, really. But I'm gonna be busy here. Finn usually has his video game night, and I gotta be there to break it up. Its just . . . not a good night."

"How about Saturday?"

Kurt eased back on his heels, biting his soft red lip. "Really, its just not a food time. I'm gonna be busy . . . This entire week. Its just . . . Not really possible."

Blaine looked down to his feet, looking almost shy. "You don't like me very much, do you?"

Kurt's eyes widened, guilt flowing over his. "What? No! No, it's not that!"

Blaine lifted his hand, a sad, half-smiled, broke across his lips. "Really, its fine. I can be pretty persistent sometimes; it can be pretty annoying." Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but Blaine stopped him. "I gotta head out. Tell your dad I'll check the car out sometime tomorrow."

Kurt watched in awe and Blaine headed out the door. Cursing himself, Kurt followed. "Blaine!" Blaine turned at the sound of his voice. "When and where?"

Smiling brightly, Blaine gave him the answer. "The Regal Cinema in town, eight o'clock."

"I'll be there." Kurt tells him.

Blaine left the shop smiling, while Kurt stayed behind, wondering what he just got himself into.