Kurt and Blaine got an early start the next morning while the rest of the crew slept. They drove their Mustangs to the shop way before it opened for business. Kurt put both cars up on the lifts and, with Blaine’s help, got to work.

One by one, the crew started to arrive. Finn helped Mark with the regular customers while Kurt and Blaine focused mainly on the crew's vehicles. Kurt worked like a flash, checking lines, engine codes, tires, alignments, charging NOS canisters, making sure that each car was operating at absolute peak performance. He spent most of his spare time on Blaine's Mustang, though. While the rest of the crew broke for lunch, Kurt waxed and polished the black car until it gleamed, Armor All-ed its tires until they shone like black ice, and vacuumed out the interior, making sure it was spotless.

Blaine watched his boyfriend pamper his vehicle, jealous at the attention it was getting. He walked up behind Kurt, catching his hips in his hands as he bent over the leather seats. Kurt mostly ignored him, busy straightening out the NOS line and tightening the blanket over the canisters.

"You know," Blaine whispered, "I've wanted you in this position since the first moment I saw you."

Kurt glanced back at him with a smirk. “Really?” he said sarcastically. “You know, I would have never guessed, what with you being so subtle.”

Blaine chuckled and swatted Kurt on the behind. "She's gorgeous," Blaine remarked. "I don't think I've ever seen her this clean."

"Yeah, well" - Kurt dusted his hands off and stood so Blaine could wrap him in his arms - "I can't guarantee that she's faster than any of Wes's cars, but I want yours to make theirs look like stock."

Blaine smiled against Kurt's neck. Kurt put his hands over Blaine's where they linked around his waist.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Kurt asked, gazing at Blaine through the reflection in the roof of the Mustang.

"All we can do is try," Blaine said, resting his cheek against Kurt's, nuzzling the soft skin with his nose. “Try and hope.”

"Or I can keep repairing the glass in the window, and forget anything ever happened," Kurt suggested.

Blaine kissed Kurt's neck, the softest brush of lips against his skin.

"What if they don't stop at the windows?” Blaine said. “What if they come after you? I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you, Kurt. Not again."

Blaine tightened his grip around Kurt's stomach, resting his head against his boyfriend's shoulder. Both boys stared at Blaine's car. They each tried, in their own minds, to picture how this race would go down, praying they could bring this to an end and put it behind them.

Kurt and Finn closed up shop at five. Most of the McKinley Crew had long gone before then, with instructions to meet at Blaine's house at seven for the drive to Westerville.

Blaine led Kurt upstairs and into the bathroom. Working all day had worn him out, and on the drive to Blaine’s, it had finally taken its toll. Kurt's eyelids hung heavy with exhaustion as Blaine stripped off his clothes, started a hot shower, and put Kurt into it. Kurt rested his hands against the familiar cold tile, bracing himself under the water, mind racing. He felt a figure climb in behind him, wrap arms around him, and hold him beneath the spray.

"How do you feel?" Blaine asked, kissing across Kurt's shoulders.

"Tired," Kurt admitted. "Nervous."

Kurt didn’t want to add to Blaine’s list of worries, so he didn’t admit that he was actually terrified of racing. He enjoyed driving fast. What was the point of owning a racer if he didn’t? He wasn’t a poser, putting all that hard work and money into modding out his Eclipse just for show. But he had never really raced, and definitely not in a Mustang. To Kurt, driving an import racer compared to driving a muscle car was the difference between carving a slab of marble with precision tools and whacking at it with a sledgehammer.

Plus, it was his mother’s Mustang. He would feel like the lowest lifeform on the planet if he wrecked her car.

Blaine picked up a washcloth and a bottle of Kurt's shower gel. He put a dollop of gel in the wet washcloth, worked up a lather, and started washing Kurt's back and shoulders. Kurt smiled, closing his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of the soap sliding over his skin.

Blaine bit his lip, lost in thought as he scrubbed his boyfriend's smooth skin.

"Look," Blaine started, "I know we should probably go straight to sleep the moment we step out of this shower, but I was hoping you might do something for me."

Kurt turned to face Blaine and Blaine continued to wash over Kurt's chest.

"What is it, baby?" Kurt asked, linking his arms around Blaine's neck, kissing the tip of Blaine's nose.

"Would you...could you" - Blaine ran the wash cloth up Kurt's side, watching a trail of suds form along the line of his pale skin before the water washed it away - "make love to me?"

Kurt gave Blaine an amused half-smile.

"Of course I will," Kurt said. "You don't have to seem so nervous. I'm not that tired." Kurt pulled Blaine closer. “I’d love to have you inside of me.”

Those words took Blaine’s breath away, and he almost didn’t have it in him to correct Kurt.

"No, no, that's not what I meant, though" - Blaine chuckled - "that sounds awesome when you put it that way.”

“I was hoping it would,” Kurt admitted.

“What I mean is, would you make love to me?" Blaine asked, the hint of a blush spreading up his neck to his cheeks

Kurt blinked in confusion, then finally grasped his meaning.

"Oh, oh," Kurt said. "You mean, with me inside of…” Kurt saw the nervousness in Blaine’s eyes and tried harder to make sense. “Yes. Yes, of course, i-if that's what you want. But why do you seem so nervous? I should be the nervous one."

Blaine sighed, continuing to rub the wash cloth up and down Kurt's back as he stood locked in his boyfriend's arms.

"Because," Blaine explained, "I've never done it…like that...before..."

Kurt looked at Blaine wide-eyed. For some reason, he didn't imagine there was anything Blaine hadn't done. And though Kurt had told Blaine he was happy he wasn't Blaine's first, it had depressed him a bit that there wasn't anything they could experience for the first time together.

This could be that thing.

“Why are you nervous, love?” Blaine asked. “Do you not want to?”

"Oh my God, Blaine! Of course I want!” Kurt rushed, causing Blaine to choke on a laugh. “But I...I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want to look ridiculous, because I don't know what I'm doing."

Blaine shook his head, and kissed Kurt slowly.

"You could never be ridiculous," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips. "And you're not going to hurt me. I just...I need you...like this. Okay?"

“Okay.” Kurt nodded. “Okay.”

Blaine broke away from his boyfriend briefly to step out of the shower, and came back with a small clear bottle of lube. He held it out to Kurt with pleading eyes. Kurt shyly took the bottle, taking Blaine's hand with it and pulling him close, wrapping his long arms around him and holding him tight.

Kurt felt Blaine shudder against him as he fumbled to open the bottle. He breathed deeply, trying to steady his shaking fingers. Blaine kissed Kurt's chest, sucking on his nipples, lapping at the hard nubs, and Kurt felt himself get immediately hard, the surge off blood rushing south not helping his shaking fingers.

"It's okay," Blaine murmured against Kurt's skin. Kurt felt Blaine smiling. "Relax, darling. I trust you."

Kurt tried to force himself to relax, but he was eager to get his hands on his boyfriend. He finally got the cap flipped open, and the bottle almost flew out of his hands. He squeezed too hard, got a little too much lube on his fingers, but he didn't care. He set the slippery bottle aside and carefully reached one slick finger down to Blaine's crack. Kurt felt Blaine shiver, and that gave him a bit of confidence. Kurt circled Blaine's entrance, and Blaine breathed a contented sigh.

"I love the way you do that, darling," Blaine encouraged, holding Kurt close. Kurt experimented, pressing in a little, and felt Blaine's breath hitch in his throat.

"That's it," he breathed. "Keep going. You're not going to hurt me."

Kurt bit his lip as he pressed in a little further, but he was still so nervous.

"Blaine, I..."

Blaine’s eyes darted to the side, locating where Kurt had put the lube bottle on the soap dish. He reached for the bottle, watching as Kurt's eyes followed his hand.

"May I?" Blaine asked, raising his eyebrows in question. Kurt nodded.

Blaine took the bottle in his hands and squeezed a drop over his fingers, slicking them up.

"Here" - Blaine reached around Kurt and pressed a gentle fingertip over Kurt's hole - "do what I do."

Kurt gulped hard. He could feel Blaine's cock twitch against him, his eyes on Kurt's face as Blaine's finger entered his body.

It took a moment for Kurt to convince his own finger to move, paralyzed by the feeling of Blaine's finger pushing into him. Kurt entered Blaine, moving his slick finger passed the ring of muscle, and felt himself engulfed by Blaine's heat.

"That's it." Blaine released a breath he had been holding, the rush of air brushing along Kurt's wet skin, sending delicious chills down Kurt's spine. Kurt felt Blaine's finger move, pulling out slowly, then pushing in firmly, and tried to imitate the movement. He watched Blaine's eyelids flutter shut, a small smile spreading across his face.

"Good," Blaine hummed from the feeling of Kurt's tentative finger inside him, stroking him cautiously. "Do you want me to add another finger?"

“Yes,” Kurt exhaled, preparing himself for the burn of Blaine adding a second finger to the one already inside him. Kurt followed every movement with his own fingers, circling Blaine's entrance again with a second finger, trying to soothe away any sting before slipping it inside. Blaine's response almost made Kurt cum. He threw his head back, biting hard on his lip, the smile on his face becoming impossibly wider.

"Yes," Blaine sighed, rutting against Kurt's wet thigh. "There you are."

Blaine moved his fingers in and out of Kurt, scissoring them to open Kurt up. Kurt did the same, barely feeling Blaine's fingers anymore, mesmerized by Blaine's reaction to what he was doing to him. The more Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and squirmed against him, the more confident Kurt became. Kurt reached his free hand behind himself, grabbing Blaine's wrist and removing his fingers.

Blaine opened his eyes when he felt Kurt take his wrist and move his hand away. Kurt captured Blaine’s lips in a decadently sweet kiss. He walked Blaine backward a few steps and pinned him up against the tile wall of the shower. Kurt laced the fingers of his free hand with Blaine's, raising it above Blaine's head and holding it in place. His fingers inside Blaine he moved more confidently, pulling and pushing, scissoring and searching.

"Like this?" Kurt asked, crooking his fingers just so and massaging circles deep inside.

Blaine's eyelids shot open. He stared into Kurt's smiling face.

"Oh, God, Kurt!" Kurt loved the sound of Blaine's desperate moans echoing off the tile walls of the shower. "Yes, Kurt! Right there!"

Kurt circled, tortuously slow, over the same sensitive spot. He kept Blaine pinned to the cool wall with his body, in a position where the now warm water fell between them, sliding erotically over their skin. Blaine rambled against Kurt's lips as Kurt kissed him, his wrecked voice praising Kurt over and over.

"Yes, darling! Right there! Oh my God, that feels perfect. God, I love you. How have you never done this before? You're too good at this!"

Kurt smiled, couldn't stop smiling at the thought that he could give his boyfriend pleasure like this.

"Do you want another one?" Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded furiously.

"Yes, Kurt!" Blaine begged. "Yes, please, Kurt! Oh God, Kurt!"

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes as he added a third finger. He could actually see Blaine's pupils blow wide as he slid his fingers into Blaine's tight heat. Blaine's hips stuttered forward. Kurt wasn't too sure how much longer Blaine could hold it together, if they would even make it back to the bed to make love.

Kurt moved his fingers inside Blaine, and Blaine's knees buckled. He wrapped a leg around one of Kurt's, pressing his shoulders further into the wall to keep himself standing. Kurt saw Blaine's gorgeous cock, wedged between their bodies, leaking and bobbing against his stomach. Kurt couldn't resist. He released Blaine's hand from above his head and wrapped his fingers around Blaine's length, stroking as he continued to press inside him.

"Kurt…" Blaine bucked his hips back and forth, shamelessly fucking himself on Kurt’s fingers and up into his fist, while moaning a chant of his boyfriend’s name. Kurt felt giddy. He could ride the wave of Blaine's euphoria to his own orgasm, but Blaine's hand on Kurt's wrist stopped him.

"Please," Blaine pleaded, stilling Kurt's hand even though his own hips wouldn't seem to stop moving, "if you don't take me to bed now, I'm not going to last."

Kurt pulled away from Blaine with a kiss, swallowing his slight hiss as Kurt removed his fingers.

Blaine switched off the water, and they both stepped out of the tub. Neither boy bothered to dry off as they fell onto Blaine's bed, arms wrapped around each other, kissing and touching and whispering into one another’s skin. Blaine grabbed a condom from seemingly out of nowhere and rolled it onto Kurt's erection.

"How do you want me?" Kurt whispered as he climbed over his boyfriend's wet body.

"From behind?" Blaine asked as he sucked the water off of Kurt's skin, along his cheek, down his neck, and over his shoulders.

Kurt lay behind Blaine, marveling for a moment at the view of his boyfriend from behind - one that Kurt didn't get as often as he’d like. His eyes swept over Blaine's muscular shoulders, down the line of his spine, to the soft swell of his rear. Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's back, feeling Blaine's muscles tremble with anticipation. Kurt palmed Blaine's ass, massaging his cheeks and spreading them gingerly. He could see Blaine's tight hole waiting for him.

"Please, Kurt," Blaine breathed.

Kurt held his breath as he lined himself up with Blaine's entrance, pushing forward gently. Kurt felt Blaine stretch around him, taking him in inch by inch, molding over his erection, tighter than he’d ever dreamed. Kurt exhaled quickly. The squeeze around his cock was overwhelming, the heat almost unbearable. Blaine rolled his head back till it rested against Kurt's shoulder, tossing back and forth, whimpering softly.

Kurt read the cues from Blaine's body, moving when Blaine relaxed, stopping when he tensed. He kissed Blaine's shoulders, ran his fingers along his sides, and inhaled the scent of his wet hair.

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt said, quivering as Blaine pushed back against him, sheathing the last few inches of Kurt's cock. "A little impatient?" Kurt teased.

"I just need to feel you," Blaine sighed. "Not that I can help it. God, Kurt, you're so fucking huge."

Kurt ducked his head into his boyfriend's shoulder, blushing candy apple red.

"You might have that a bit mistaken," Kurt countered. "You're pretty damn tight."

"How about we agree that we're both hot as hell, and get this party started?" Blaine chuckled.

Kurt laughed out loud. Both of their bodies shook together with laugher as they tried to recapture the mood. Kurt decided to take the first step by wrapping his fingers around Blaine's cock and stroking. Blaine stopped mid-laugh and moaned. Kurt pushed into Blaine's body apprehensively, then pulled back slowly. Blaine’s body went still, but his breathing sped up, his head rolling faster on Kurt's shoulder.

"Yes," he whispered. "Just like that. Just...just like that, Kurt. God...you feel…God..."

Kurt was speechless. Being inside Blaine, feeling the drag of his tight heat, Kurt had never felt anything like it. He’d never felt closer to anyone than this. It was like being caught in the haze of the most incredible dream with the most amazing person in the world.

Kurt relished watching his own body sway against Blaine's, his own pale skin flush against Blaine's tan back, brief glimpses of his cock working its way smoothly in and out of Blaine's tight hole, the way Blaine's muscles stretched as he arched into Kurt. The squeeze around Kurt's cock felt surreal. It made him lightheaded until he realized, for a moment, that he wasn't breathing at all. This time, he was all around Blaine's body, and it felt empowering. Kurt was the one giving Blaine pleasure, controlling his orgasm. Kurt could touch Blaine wherever he wanted. He massaged Blaine's shoulders, kissed the nape of his neck, rolled his nipples gently between his fingers.

Blaine writhed beneath Kurt's exploring hands and sensual kisses. He didn't imagine when he had asked Kurt to do this for him that Kurt would rise to the challenge so well. Blaine felt Kurt's heart racing, beating against his back. Kurt's hands roamed over Blaine's skin, kneading and teasing, and in some cases scratching. Blaine felt like one giant raw nerve, exposed and wanting, sparking with energy and life. When Kurt wrapped his fingers around Blaine's hard length and began to stroke, Blaine knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Nnnngh!" he moaned, putting a hand on Kurt's hip, directing him to go faster, harder. Blaine bent over, changing position, and there it was - the spot he’d hoped Kurt would find, the one he’d found earlier in the shower. Blaine saw stars, spiraling and white hot, exploding in front of his eyes.

"God, Kurt!" Blaine dug his nails into Kurt's hip, covering the flesh with crescent indents. "There! Right there! Faster...please, God, faster!"

Kurt loved hearing Blaine beg, loved the sting of Blaine's nails digging into his hip. Kurt held tight to Blaine's cock and slammed into him from behind. Blaine's constant pleas of 'faster' and 'harder' melted into primal grunts. Sweat dotted Kurt’s brow as he pounded into Blaine, Blaine's hips stuttering, his ass clenching, and finally, his whole body convulsing. Blaine moaned Kurt’s name till it sounded like a prayer and a curse, and Kurt almost laughed, overcome with ecstasy at making Blaine cum so hard.

Kurt pounded into Blaine's body a few more times before his own orgasm rushed over him, tingling from his toes to his head until his brain literally went numb.

"Sweetheart?"

Kurt couldn't hear Blaine over the ringing in his own ears, his voice barely cutting through the din.

"Kurt? Baby?"

Kurt's eyes were open, he knew that, but everything looked blurry and distant, swirling in front of his face in colors and patterns with fuzzy edges, but no discernible picture. Kurt knew that Blaine had pulled himself off of his cock, which disappointed him. He didn't want Blaine far from him. He had hoped to drift off to sleep still buried inside his boyfriend.

"Kurt? Baby? Can you say something, please?"

Kurt couldn't imagine why Blaine sounded so worried. He blinked once, then again, watching as the swirling images slowed, then stopped moving. The blurry patterns became sharp and clear, and he could finally see Blaine. His Blaine - his handsome boyfriend Blaine - looking down at him.

"There you are," Blaine said with a sigh of relief. "I was about to call 9-1-1. I thought you blacked out for a moment. You keep disappearing on me."

Kurt blinked some more and looked around. He was naked. Blaine was naked. The condom was gone. Blaine looked worried.

Kurt was confused.

"We-we were having sex, weren't we?" Kurt asked, his voice hoarse.

"Making love," Blaine corrected emphatically. "Yes, we were. But, I think you passed out."

Kurt furrowed his brow.

"Passed out?" he repeated. He tried to sit up, but the world suddenly decided to spin again, and he laid back down.

"Yeah," Blaine said. "Your eyes were open, but you were totally unresponsive. It kind of freaked me out."

Kurt gave Blaine a goofy, drunk looking smile, and Blaine kissed him gently.

"I think you need some sleep," Blaine grinned, "after that mind-blowing performance."

"You thought that was mind-blowing?" Kurt asked.

"Definitely," Blaine said. "The most. And as soon as this is over, we have to do that again.” Blaine curled up in his boyfriend's tired arms, and snuggled against his chest.

"I don't know if we can technically classify what we did as making love though," Kurt murmured, his mind drifting swiftly off to sleep, "can you?”

"Kurt" - Blaine wrapped Kurt's arms tighter around his waist - "with you, there is nothing else. No matter how slow, or fast, or dirty" - Kurt giggled, and Blaine kissed his arm - "it's all making love.”

Wrapped up together in Blaine’s bed, minds clear of any thoughts of the race ahead, Kurt and Blaine fell quickly into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Kurt's iPhone alarm went off at a quarter to seven. He was in no hurry to get up, but he was naked, and the rest of the McKinley Crew would be arriving any minute. Kurt and Blaine dressed in silence, smiling shyly at each other when they caught the others' eye. Kurt chuckled to himself when he noticed how stiff Blaine looked, and that he limped slightly when he walked.

The entire McKinley Crew arrived at Blaine's house at exactly seven, cars pulling up to the curb out front one after the other. They sat solemnly and waited for Kurt and Blaine to get into their vehicles. No one really spoke before the drive to Westerville. They traveled two by two down the highway – Blaine’s Mustang and Kurt's Mustang in the lead, followed by Puck and Finn, Santana and Brittany, and finally Sam and Mike pulling up the rear. No one played their radios, and speed limits were strictly adhered to. No one knew what lay ahead, and no one wanted to think about the possibilities.

The McKinley Crew pulled on to the Dalton campus after nine o'clock, and rolled quietly toward the dorms, where a group of Dalton students were playing a late night game of football on the front lawn. One of the boys noticed the cars coming closer. He ran up the steps and into the brick building, in search of the Dalton Crew, but Wes was already on his way outside.

He seemed to be expecting them.

The McKinley Crew parked their cars in formation as Wes and his crew came out, gathering at the top of the steps and staring down on them like gods on high looking down at an inferior species. Wes eyed the cars with mild amusement until he noticed Blaine's Mustang, gleaming like black gold beside another blue Mustang that Wes just knew had to belong to Kurt. Wes scowled, clenching his jaw until a vein in his forehead throbbed.

"Well, well, well," he said as the group emerged from their cars and approached the steps. Dalton students from the football game gathered around, as did boys from inside the dorm. "I expected Blaine, and maybe his girlfriend, but I didn't expect the whole Scooby crew to make an appearance." Wes crossed his arms over his chest. “This really is a treat.”

"Wes," Blaine said, climbing the Dalton steps with Kurt by his side. He spread his arms in a peaceful gesture. "We need to put this to an end. Aren't you tired of this senseless fighting?"

"No," Wes said. "Because I'm winning." The boys on Wes’s side snickered, the faces surrounding him smirking condescendingly at their unwelcome visitors, except for Sebastian, who stared almost uncomfortably at Kurt. "Actually, Blaine, I couldn't agree more. So why don't you get the hell away from my school, go back to that loser town you come from, and disappear?"

"You know, Wes," Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's hand, "I would totally be willing to do that, if I knew you'd leave Kurt alone."

Wes considered Kurt with an almost evil glint in his eye.

"Now, why would I do that?" Wes snarled. "That wasn't part of the agreement that Porcelain and I had here."

"Wes" - Blaine stepped forward, blocking Wes's view of Kurt - "enough is enough. We used to be friends. Good friends. I'm not exactly sure why that changed, but things don't need to be this way. It's gotten out of hand." Blaine extended a hand, hoping Wes would take it and shake on it.  "Let's put this to an end."

Wes eyed Blaine's hand and its owner like a snake would a mongoose. He raised an eyebrow, and glanced back at his crew.

"And how do you propose we do that, Anderson?"

Blaine pulled his hand back to his side.

"A race," Blaine said. "A good old-fashioned you guys versus us race. Winner takes all. Loser stays off the winner's territory for good."

Wes bobbed his head in agreement a little harder than necessary.

"Sounds fair," Wes agreed, walking down the steps to meet Blaine eye to eye. "But I need more incentive. Let's make this interesting, you know, to ensure that you losers don't come back here after we win." The Dalton boys behind him snickered louder. "Let's race for papers."

Wes looked at the faces of Blaine's crew while his words took effect.

"Papers?" Blaine repeated incredulously. "Like, ownership papers?"

"Yup." Wes said with a condescending nod. "Ownership papers. Because I don't want to have to see your pathetic faces after we obliterate you and your crew."

The McKinley Crew stood behind Blaine, each member quietly considering their chances. Kurt looked at Blaine, knowing what was at stake for his crew, and that they were doing this mostly because of him. He saw a little of Blaine's resolve slipping, knew that Blaine was trying to think of a different way of settling this. Then Kurt looked at Wes, grimacing at how much he enjoyed just how badly he had Blaine trapped.

"I'll do it," Kurt said. "If it brings this to an end, then I'm in."

Wes waited, appraising the group with a smug grin.

"I have seven drivers ready to put up or shut up, and it looks like all you've got is yourself and your fairy prince, Blaine."

"And me," Puck said, stepping forward and putting a hand on Blaine’s shoulder.

"Me, too," Brittany said, bouncing over to Kurt and taking his arm.

"Where she goes, I go," Santana said, coming up behind her girlfriend and snaking a possessive arm around her waist.

Mike and Tina stepped forward, hand in hand. "He's got us."

"I think," Finn said, walking forward with Sam behind him, "he's got all of us."

"Alright then," Wes ground out through the clenched teeth of his forced smile. Blaine could see Wes's mask of confidence shift. "We'll pick seven of our drivers, and you pick seven of yours. Falchuk rules. First four cars over the finish line win for the entire crew."

"Fine," Blaine said. "Me, Kurt, Finn, Puck, Sam, Mike...and Brittany."

Brittany's eyes lit up.

Wes scoffed, and his crew behind him broke into a fit of laughing.

"You're wasting a spot on that little pink kitty car? Why don't you just hand me the keys to your Mustang now?"

"Have a problem with it?" Blaine sounded confident in his choices, and Kurt supported his boyfriend’s decision, but even he was dubious about Blaine’s selection.

"Alright," Wes conceded, "me, Sebastian, David, Trent, Hunter…Cameron and his Boxster will take Monster’s spot” – at the mention of Monster, he scowled at Kurt – “and…Jeff."

Jeff's eyes went wide.

"No! I'm not doing it!" Jeff pulled himself to his full height and stepped away from Wes, dragging Nick behind him, shielding his boyfriend from view. "I'm not going to do this to my friends!"

Wes turned the full force of his glare on Jeff.

"Oh, you'll do it, Jeff," Wes growled, his voice so calm it was chilling. "You'll do it, and you'll win. You'll be the first car over that finish line, or I'll call Nick's parents myself...right now, as a matter of fact."

Jeff pulled Nick close to him and swallowed hard. He turned apologetic eyes on Blaine and Kurt, and shook his head. Kurt smiled, and nodded. Jeff dropped his head, torn, but he stepped in line with the rest of the crew.

"Okay," Wes said, clapping his hands in front of him. "It looks like we've got a race." The boys behind Wes cheered, except for Sebastian, who stared at Kurt holding tight to Blaine, and Jeff locked in Nick's embrace – real people taking risks, with real things to lose, things more important than egos and money.

Things that couldn’t be replaced.

Suddenly, winning this race didn’t seem like it should be the goal anymore – at least, not for Sebastian.

“Fine,” Sebastian grumbled. "Let's do this."