Sleeping in the Suburbs – Chapter 1 – Greased Lightning

Kurt Hummel was waiting for his prince to sweep him off of his feet...he just had to find him first. Kurt felt that his problem was that he was waiting for his prince to arrive, on a horse, hair flowing in the wind. He had planned every detail of his life after he met the prince, yet he hadn't planned up to finding him. As Kurt slept, he dreamt about white picket fences, his prince playing with the kids in the garden, Christmas mornings and getting old with his prince as they sat on their front porch.

When he woke up that morning, Kurt thought that it would be like any normal Saturday, shopping with Mercedes, Face masks with Rachel and singing himself to sleep at the end of it. He couldn't have been more wrong.

After brushing his teeth and pulled on his Purple quilted robe, he walked down to the kitchen, Carole and his father were already sat at the table, each had a mug of coffee in their hands.

'Morning my sweet' Carole sang at a sleepy Kurt.

'M-M-Morning' Kurt yawned.

'You Okay Bud? You're lookin' a little tired' Burt said, watching Kurt.

'M, Fine, just... need Coffee' Kurt smiled back at his father.

This wasn't true, for Kurt had been awake most of the night, scrolling down Facebook, getting even more depressed every time he saw a lovey-dovey message between his friends, whether it Mike and Tina, or Brittany and Santana, it was so depressing, Santana's the biggest bitch in the world, HOW can she have found someone before Kurt? Typical Santana.

'Honey, Kurt, are you in there?' Carole said, breaking Kurt's train of thought.

'Sorry, What?' Kurt said, looking up to find Carole and Burt staring at him.

'It's fine honey, you really do need coffee' Carole said, smiling. She then went to the cupboard, pulled out a mug and within 30 seconds, Kurt had a steaming coffee in front of him.

'Aaaaah, Thank you' Kurt sighed.

'As I was saying...'Burt started as Kurt took a sip of coffee, 'got a new kid starting today, he's as sharp as a tack'

'Oh really? What's his name?' Carole asked as she stood and started bustling round the kitchen, cooking breakfast.

'Blaine Anderson, apparently his family just moved into town at the start of the summer holidays' Burt said.

As Kurt and Mercedes walked into the mall, Kurt noticed something.

'Oh My God Mercedes...I've forgotten my wallet, I’ll have to go the garage and ask my dad for some money, I really can't be bothered to drive all the way home'

'How about... I stay here, and pick us up some lunch while YOU go and see your dad' Mercedes said, rather insistently.

A short trip later and Kurt was walking into Hummel Auto's, when one of the most beautiful sound's he had ever heard reached his ears. Someone was singing to the radio, their voice was like that of an angel.

… some overhead lifters, and four barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talkin', whoah keep talkin'
Fuel injection cut off, and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
I'll get the money, I'll see you get the money
With a four-speed on the floor, they'll be waitin' at the door
You know that ain't shit when we'll be gettin' lots of tit in greased lightnin'

Kurt walked quickly into the garage to see who was singing.

'Oh my God' Kurt said, barely audible over the radio. Bent over the front hood of a blue mini, was a perfectly shaped ass, with a head of black messy curls hovering above. Just as the chorus was coming up, Kurt crossed to the radio and flicked the switch.

As the music came to an abrupt halt, the guy jerked upwards and banged his head, which was surprising to Kurt, he thought the guy's hair would have cushioned him.

'SON OF A...' The guy said as he turned around to stare at Kurt, stopping suddenly, staring for a split second. He came out of his reverie and said to Kurt

'Hi, can I help you?'

it was now Kurt's turn to stare, but he kept it up much longer, taking in all of the guy in front of him. His face was perfect, with just the right amount of stubble, lips that you just wanted to kiss and eyes of Honey

'Sir, can I help you?' the grease-monkey repeated.

'So sorry, err, is Burt around by any chance?' Kurt said with a small smile.

'Yeah, he's in the office... so, I’m guessing that you're Kurt?' He said.

'Yes, I am...' Kurt wondered how this obscenely handsome man knew his name. 'and you are?'

'Oh... right, Blaine Anderson, your dad has told me so much about you'

'Nothing bad I hope' Kurt said wondering just how much Burt had revealed.

'Oh, God no, anyway, it was nice to meet you, I’d shake your hand, but I'm afraid I'd get grease all over your stunning coat, is it J.P Gautier?' Blaine asked.

'Yes, it is, good eye, and it was so very nice to meet you Blaine, and thank you for worrying about the safety of my coat, but I am so sorry about your head, I hope you didn't hurt yourself' Kurt rambled.

It was only when he saw Blaine smile that Kurt stopped talking, his teeth were perfect, they sparkled, and his smile, Kurt wanted to throw his arms around Blaine and snog the smile right off of him, but Blaine probably didn't play for his team.

'I'm sure I'll be fine Kurt, it really was a pleasure meeting you' with that Blaine once again smiled to Kurt and went back to work, Kurt took one last look at Blaine's ass and ran off to the office, when he had stepped inside and shut the door Kurt said to his father 'I Love Him, I have only just met him, but I Love Him'