The first time Blaine saw Kurt again was three weeks later. It was only a few weeks into summer and it looked like a thunderstorm was headed their way. Blaine was head first under the hood of a smoking Chevy, covered in grease, and sweat and aching to take a break. Mumbling under his breath he pulled back and wiped his grimy hands on his overalls. Looking up he was taken aback to see the black Navigator he'd been working on only a few weeks prior. He waited to see if Burt's taller son was going to step out of it, but instead was pleasantly surprised to see the sexy boy from the house come out instead. Searching back through his memory he remembered that this one was named Kurt. "Hello Kurt," he whispered. Then ran his hands through his hair to slick it down a bit before he started walking towards the taller boy.

His advance was short lived because Burt came out of nowhere and swooped his son into his office animatedly discussing something. Blaine went unnoticed as the door to Burt's office swung shut, leaving the boy standing disgruntled outside. It was only an hour or two away from closing time, maybe he'd get lucky and see Kurt again before he had to leave. Time went by slowly for Blaine as he waited for the teen to step back out of his dads' office and head towards his car. The delinquent barely noticed when it started to rain. The heavy gray clouds above him had finally released and he was suddenly very damp, not that he noticed. Because at that moment, Burt's office door swung open again to show Kurt stuffing his bag with a few plan books and his father holding the door open waiting for Kurt to exit. The slim boy slid past his father out the door and groaned at the sight of the downpour. Blaine had been watching the whole time, and the little groan hadn't gone un-noticed by him. It went straight through him to his crotch; he finally let himself REALLY look Kurt over. The boy was tall, taller than Blaine but he didn't mind it at all. He had eyes that somehow managed to be the color of the ocean, and fresh green grass at the same time. His face was something to see, it was as handsome as it was beautiful and there wasn't a blemish or scar on it. Unlike Blaine's face which has several scratch scars down the cheek.

His hazel eyes drifted lower and good God was he glad. The boy had a long sleeved red shirt on which pulled tight across the slight muscles on his chest. He had a suit jacket on that helped show off his slimmer shoulders and pulled taught around his arm muscles. The man didn't have much for muscles but what he did have was amazing. Without hesitation Blaine let his eyes travel down to the man's pants. He immediately felt a familiar twinge in his pants because, God help him, Kurt's pants were tight. It was beyond comprehension how on earth he fit into those pants because they looked painted on. He felt like he could talk for days about how amazing Kurt's ass looked in those black skinny jeans. Blaine let himself stare a bit longer before he let his eyes travel back up towards Kurt's face. He was slightly startled when he realized Kurt was looking at him, and smiling. A sly, sexy smile that only added to the trouble Blaine was having issues hiding in his pants.

Looking back over at Burt's office he saw that the man had since closed his door, giving Blaine an advantage. He turned his gaze back over at Kurt, and was crushed to see the man had put his satchel over his head and was jogging out into the rain to get into his car. Blaine stood dumbstruck in the rain as he watched the man hop into his car and slam the door. Kurt looked up and made eye contact with Blaine again, this time Blaine smiled back. Trying his best to draw Kurt back toward him. To no avail, he watched as Kurt smiled at him again before starting his car and driving away.

Blaine let the smile stay on his face, letting it fade from sexy to cocky, and he clicked his tongue piercing against his teeth. He was going to get Kurt in his bed very soon, as soon as possible. With a smile on his face, he turned back to the car and began working on the steaming Chevy again.

 "Who are you?" Kurt whispered as he made his way back home after stopping by the shop. The boy with the dark brown curls, the bright hazel eyes and the very defined very sculpted muscles hadn't left his mind since the moment he stepped into the shop.

He noticed him right away. Who couldn't? He was bent over an old truck, his overalls clearly outlining his ass. Kurt couldn't take his eyes off of it.  But then he quickly looked away when he realized he was staring too long and got out of his car, his pants feeling slightly tighter than usual.

His dad suddenly pushed him into his office and started going off about how the summer was time to ‘work on essays for college' ‘make money' ‘think about your future' but Kurt couldn't pay attention. All he could think about was the mystery man just outside the office door. Kurt clearly saw him look up and start making his way towards him before he was getting interrupted by his father. Kurt swooned again as he thought about those eyes, staring down above him in another positi -.

"What do you think?"

"Uhm - what?" Kurt asked, slightly embarrassed about what he was just thinking, and in the presence of his father none the less.

"I was asking if we could cut back your hours here since we have a pretty full staff."

"Oh - yea dad that's fine."

"Are you okay? You seem distracted."

"I'm fine."

Burt clapped him on the back then and helped him shuffle out of the office, books in hand and mystery boy on the mind. Suddenly the entire shop flashed white as lighting cracked outside, and Kurt looked toward the exit to see it pouring sheets. He sighed; he really didn't want to get this sweater wet.

As he packed the books into his satchel he could feel eyes trained on him. He took his time packing up and deciding whether or not to go and introduce himself to the sexy new worker. When a crash of thunder rolled through the shop he ultimately decided against going towards the shorter man, leaving that for later, and deciding to leave as soon as possible.

But before he lost all courage he turned his head to see the other man staring directly at his ass. Good choice of jeans, Kurt thought to himself as he continued to stare. Suddenly the hazel eyes were traveling back up and boring into his soul. He smiled shyly at first, then gained confidence and put on his best sex appeal smile. He was pleasantly surprised to see the other man give a smile back before quickly looking away.

Kurt sighed at seeing him look away and decided to just leave it, not wanting to make a fool out of himself. He took one last quick glance before pushing the door open and running towards his car, the cold rain hitting him all through his body.

He got in as fast as possible then slammed his door shut, taking a minute to let the car warm up and dry himself off. He looked up one last time, and saw gold and green looking at him. Kurt smiled on last time before backing up.

 It was early morning the next day when he saw Kurt. It was still raining, though not sheets like before; Scattered drops, the sun looking as if it were going to bust out from behind the clouds soon. Blaine sat in one of the plastic chairs next to the door of the garage, leaning down in it with his eyes closed. He was so tired, his father's screaming had kept him up all night. If there was one thing he'd admit that he liked about the auto shop...it was that it was quiet. His mind would wander and he'd remember some of the good things about his life. All the memories with his mother, the best ones from when he was little, like the time she'd let him stay up late one night and they'd wound up baking cookies. His father didn't like that, said that a boy shouldn't bake. But Blaine hadn't paid much attention to it at that time, he was only eight. Looking back, he realized that his father always made comments like that whenever he did something too girly.

  His face was relaxed and peaceful as he kicked back in the chair he was in. No cars had pulled up yet that day, and he was almost positive that Burt was even dozing in his office...not that Blaine had gotten up to check. He was faintly aware of a car pulling up, and opened his eyes to the sound of a car door slamming. There went his nap. Looking up he saw Kurt walking away from his car and towards Burt's office, brown paper bag in his hand. "This day just got better." He let his sly grin take over his face, leaving the calm one to go find a better place to be. He stood, sliding his leather jacket back on and walked over to Burt's office, leaning on the side of it he waited for Kurt to emerge. A few hushed whispers later Kurt opened the door to his dads office and stepped outside, waving goodbye as he shut the door behind him. The boy looked slightly lost in thought, as was surprised when Blaine grabbed his shoulder to stop him from walking away. Kurt turned to face him, his indescribable blue eyes looking panicked until the realized who it was. Blaine did his best to smile seductively at Kurt. It seemed to work because the relief in the boys eyes quickly turned into a look of desire.

  "I'm Blaine... and I have a feeling you're going to be in my bed very, very soon." Blaine had slid his hand from the boys shoulder and down to the front of his shirt, gripping it and pulling him close. Kurt didn't reply, and for a minute he looked like he was perfectly fine with letting this stranger take him home. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and Blaine caught a whiff of his shampoo. It was enticing and he was hoping that this boy would give in.

  "I'm Kurt, and I'm thinking you're going to at least have to buy me dinner first." Kurt winked at the shorter boy and managed to maneuver out of the grip. Blaine growled at the loss, looks like pretty boy was going to play hard to get. A game Blaine always won, always. Trying his best, he turned on his charming side and got as close to Kurt as possible, breathing him in and locking eyes. "You don't really think that. In fact you're thinking of what my hands would feel like all over you aren't you?" Kurt gasped, blushed and took a few steps back. Blaine's eyes glanced down and he noticed a slight bulge in the boys tight pants. He grinned, and let his eyes roam back up the slim body.

 Luck wasn't all for him today, he heard Burt's door swing open and Blaine quickly took a few steps back. He began fiddling with tools on the counter, avoiding Kurt's confused gaze as Burt stepped out of his office.

  The elder man looked at his son, then at Blaine with suspicion in his eyes. "Hey Kurt. Why're you still here?" Kurt looked over at Blaine curiously, and getting no help from him he formulated an answer. "No reason. Just heading out actually." Kurt cast one last glance at Blaine before he headed back towards his car and climbing in. Burt waited until Kurt was gone before turning to Blaine and addressing him. "I don't want you flirting with my son." Blaine tried his best to look confused at the accusation, "I would never-"  Burt cut him off: "I'm not an idiot. I don't want you influencing my son." Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't find anything to say. If he argued back he might get the police called on him. But he wanted to talk to Kurt again, he was conflicted but Burt was expecting an answer. Blaine let his defense come back up, his eyes guarding he simply said a irritated, "Whatever." Before turning around and fidgeting with the tools again. He heard Burt sigh behind him and walk away.

 He wanted to see Kurt again, and he would. Police or not. Question was, how was he to get around Burt?