Kurt is the only openly gay kid at his school which gives bullies all the more reason to single him out in particular. of course he'd been expecting some bullying but nothing like this. Slammed into lockers, slushied on a daily basis, thrown into dumpsters, and now death threats! The first threat was a simple note slipped into his locker saying:

"if you try to take a peek at my junk in the lockerroom i will beat you faggot ass to death."

Kurt was frozen. He didn't know what to do. What had brought this on? He got transferred out of P.E. and into football and got changed in the bathroom for crying out loud! So he tried to narrow it down to who it could be on the team. 

While walking to his next class Kurt found one of his best friends walking alone in the hallway, Mercedes Jones. Mercedes was the first person Kurt had come out to in 8th grade and she accepted him with open arms. They have remained best friends ever since. Kurt hurried over to her and linked their arms together. She jumped at first then realized it was Kurt. Her face lit up as she smiled widely at him. 

"Hey hun! how are you?"

"I'm fine as always Mercedes. just a little dazed is all."

"aww.. what's wrong bou?" she asked sympathetically. 

He sighed and answered, "oh it's nothing, nevermind"

Mercedes looked at him for a moment then replied, "Kurt Hummel I am your best friend and I know when you aren't telling me something, so spill."

"It's nothing just homework stress."

"Kurt..tell me."

"ok, ok.. I found a death threat in my locker this morning" he said reluctantly.

Her eyes went wide as she began, "WHAT!?!? are you ok? do you know who it's from? Oh my gosh I'm so sorry.. I am going to kill whoever did this to you!!"

"Whoa, whoa.. relax, it's not a big deal"

"NOT A BIG DEAL!?!?!?! Kurt someone has threatened your life! that is a huge deal! Have you told anybody else?" 

"Just you"

"Kurt you need to tell someone, like an adult."

He took Mercedes hand in his and said,"hey let's not take this out of hand. It was just some homophobic neanderthal who doesn't even know how to spell, trying to get a rise out of me." 

She looked at him with concern in her eyes. "But honey you need to be safe. Do you know who it might have been?"

"someone from the team I'm thinking, because it said something about the lockerroom and I'm only in there with them."

"Alright lets figure it out."

The bell rang bringing them back to the reality that they were still at school and needed to get to class. luckily they had the same english class and there was a sub today so they could finish their talk. The sub took role and assigned a few review questions from the previous nights reading. They were allowed to work with a partner so Mercedes immediately rushed over to Kurt.

"Ok, so I made a list of all the footballers I could think of." 

"Ok, let me hear them."

"Finn, Puck, Sam, Mike, Artie, David, Azimo, Tyler and You."

"well obviously none of the glee club members. who were the other ones?"

"David, Azimo and Tyler."

"Well Tyler is nice to me because Puck told him that if he even looked at me wrong he would fuck him up."

Mercedes laughed. "Well that's Puck for you."

"David has been shoving me into lockers, but that's nothing new. Azimo gives me my daily slushie facial. So I'm guessing either one of them could have done it."

"Well, just be careful around the team and I think you should tell Finn and Puck so they can help you out." 

He sighed. "Mercedes I'm a big boy I can handle myself." 

"I know that Kurt, but it's always nice to have people who have your back."

"That's true, I might tell them. But I will when and IF i choose to. Alright Mercedes?"

She nodded with a slight frown on her face. They got to work on the questions because there was only ten minuets left of class. Once the bell rang Kurt was out the door and made a b-line to his car. Thankfully it was Friday so at least he had the weekend to relax and think things over. 

He drove home and made some samwhiches then headed over to Hummel Auto Repair, where his dad worked. Kurt was no mechanic but Burt had shown him a thing or two, so Kurt wasn't completely clueless. So when Burt needed an extra hand in the shop Kurt was willing to help with oil changes or tune ups. 

Kurt walked into the office attached to the shop and sat patiently for his dad to come and enjoy the lunch he had prepared. After about ten minutes of waiting he finally entered the shop to find that his dad nowhere in sight. The only other person there with Kurt was underneath a car on a creeper.

Kurt cleared his throat and said, "excuse me but do you know where Burt Hummel is?"

There was a sound of a wrench dropping then an "oh shit!", followed by the splashing sound of oil hitting the shop floor. the man rustled around for a moment under the car before he managed to roll out and stand up. His shirt was covered in oil and his face had grease marks all over it. His dark unruly curls are what caught Kurts attention though. As Kurt scanned the man from head to toe he looked back to his face and lingered on his lips that were apparrently moving. 

"I'm sorry what can I help you with?"

It was the voice of an angel. Kurt was mesmerized by his luscious golden hazel eyes that he was barely able to stutter out,"Do you know where I can find Burt Hummel?"

Kurt couldnt tear his eyes away from his piercing eyes or his adoreable nose or his lips that were moving again. 

"Are you Kurt?"

He knows my name! Kurt thought to himself. Why did it sounded so sexy when he said it. He came back to the present,"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Burt told my that you might be here before he got back and wanted me to give this to you." He reached into his back pocket of his coveralls and handed an envelope to Kurt. 

"Oh and I'm Blaine by the way. I would shake your hand but it seems I'm a little dirty at the moment." Blaine laughed. Kurt joined in but because he was thinking that Blaine's apperance wasn't the only thing he wanted to be dirty about him. 

"No that's fine Blaine. Is this your first day?"

"Yep, your dad just hired me. Although I think it was out of pity." Blaine smiled.

"Why is that?" Kurt asked flirtaciously.

"I'm not very good with cars but I need the money to pay for parts for my Grandfather's old mustang."

"Well that's cool that you're restoring it. How much love does it need?"

"Alot, and I thought working in a shop would also help me learn how to do it on my own." 

"That's wise of you. If you need an extra hand with it I can help you out."

Blaine's eyes went wide and his mouth gapped open. "You know how to work on cars?" 

Kurt smirked flirtatiously. "Why, don't I look like I work on cars?" 

Blaine laughed nervously,"Well, in that outfit I would guess you wouldn't be a grease monkey. Especially wearing Alexander McQueen."

Kurt looked at him in shock. "You know designers?!?"

"Of course! I own at least a dozen of his scarves.", He said confidently.

I AM IN LOVE!! Kurt thought to himself. A sownright gorgeous man who know designers and looks hot while covered in grease, Kurt Hummel has found his McDreamy. 

"You do that alot." Blaine chuckled out. 

"Do what?"

"Just kind of look off while I talk to you."

"Oh I'm sorry, I am just a little tired from school, which makes me wonder where you go?"

"Nowhere at the moment. I just graduated early from a school called Dalton Academy in Columbus and I'm now living here and working trying to save up for college and repair the mustang."

"Well that must be nice to not have to do anything but work."

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck and replied, "Yeah but that's all I do. I don't really have much else to do because my friends are all back in Columbus."

Kurt smiled. "Well if you ever need a break from not doing anything, I'm available to hang out sometime, if you want to." 

Blaine smiled widely at him. "That sounds great. I will definately let you know." He looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the shop. " I have to get back to work now, so I'll see you around?"

"Of course, I come here all the time."

"Great, it was so nice to meet you Kurt."

"You too Blaine."

Kurt walked away to the office again to sit and read the note Burt had left him. The envelope was sealed and covered in greasy fingerprints, but Kurt didn't mind. He opened the envelope and read the note:

"Kurt, 

Sorry I'm not back yet but I had to go pick up some parts for the rangerover I have Blaine working on. Speaking of Blaine, I don't want you to interrupt his work so try not to flirt with him too much. He seems like a great kid and a hard worker but with your charms he might get a little sidetracked so buckle it down a bit. I love you kiddo and I'm sorry I missed lunch. I'll see you at home for dinner. 

-Dad"

While Kurt read the note he couldn't keep from chuckling at the fact that his dad knew he would flirt with Blaine. But come on who wouldn't. Kurt walked through the shop and caught Blaines eye. Blaine smiled and waved goodbye and Kurt waved back with an even bigger smile.

He strode swiftly over to his car swinging his hips a little more than was necessary. He turned back to Blaine once more before getting into his car. Blaine was literally drooling. His mouth hung open and his eyes were staring at Kurt's ass. He looked up Kurts body to find Kurt was looking back at him. His cheeks redened as he scurried back to work. As Kurt was driving home he couldn't wipe the grin that was growing on his face.