"Dammit Finn!" he shouted to the empty house. Burt and Carole were gone grocery shopping for the afternoon and Finn had taken off somewhere early with Rachel; Kurt hadn't really wanted to press for details when it came to those two. Recently Finn had started a prank war with Kurt, figuring out his passcode on his iPhone and changing his ringtone. Fortunately, this one wasn't as bad as Chumbawamba's "Tub Thumpin' " going off in the middle of Chemistry a few weeks before Christmas.

"Hello!" Kurt's voice was breathless and he hadn't even bothered to check his caller ID before pressing 'Accept.'

"Hey baby!" Blaine's cheerful voice chirped through the speaker of the iPhone, "How's it going? Do you miss me?"

Kurt laughed, "Always! It's been a whole fourteen hours since I last saw you! My heart can barely stand it. I'm just relaxing at home, why? What are you up to?"

"Perfect! I have a totally awesome surprise, and I want you to come with me!"

"I suppose I could do that," he responded coyly, smiling and picking up his magazine. Kurt stretched out on the couch, extending his long legs, wrapped in stretchy white jeans today, "Are you going to pick me up?"

Blaine laughed, "Well, I'm kind of already parked in front of your house so I'm glad you said yes."

Kurt jumped off the couch and made his way to the door, fixing his hair as he walked and grabbing a pair of slip-on converse. He carefully tucked his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he pulled on his shoes, "So what's this surprise?"

"Ah ah, that would be telling!" Blaine cried, sounding positively scandalized. Kurt pulled open the door and stepped out onto the porch. Shutting the door, he turned to the street.

"I don't see why I can't at least have a hint-oh." Kurt nearly dropped his phone in shock. There was Blaine, looking casual and sexy in an extremely pale blue – almost white – open button down and light wash skinny jeans, and he was leaning against the sleekest, sexiest car Kurt had ever seen in real life.

"Can I take you for a ride?" Blaine wiggled his eye brows suggestively. Kurt snorted and crossed the grass to wrap his arms around his boyfriend and kiss him hello. They leaned against the car and lazily made out until Kurt broke away with a satisfied smile in order to get a better look at the candy apple red beauty he had Blaine pinned against.

"Is that seriously a Corvette?"

Blaine beamed proudly, "A '68. My cousin's in town for the week and he said I could have his car for the day. Sooo... Would you like to go for a drive?"

Kurt grinned, "Oh yes!"

Blaine was having the best day ever. He got to drive an amazing car with the most gorgeous boy in the world in the passenger seat. Switching gears to slow down at a red light, Blaine snuck a glance to his right. Kurt was reclined against the door, grinning at him while fiddling with the iPod connected to the radio. Whatever his boyfriend did to his hair kept it in its usual impeccable state. Kurt had once joked that his hair care consisted of a combination of hair products, heat styling, and threats from Sue Sylvester herself; Blaine had thought he was joking at least.

"Hey, you want to learn how to drive stick?"

Kurt looked up from the iPod screen with his eyebrows raised interestedly, "Sure?"

Blaine flashed him a happy grin and leaned over the centre space to kiss the corner of Kurt's mouth. Blaine felt his lips begin to curve into a smile before Kurt was kissing him back. They were interrupted by a honk from the SUV behind them. Blaine pulled away sheepishly and grabbed Kurt's hand, placing it on the gear shift.

They began to drive again, and Blaine explained how to shift between the gas and the clutch and how to listen for the cues from the car to switch gears. Kurt listened eagerly, his face lit up with the rapt attention he was paying to Blaine. They drove for over an hour, Blaine's hand over Kurt's on the stick, until Blaine gunned it a little too quickly and stalled the engine. He pulled up to the stall at a gas station the next block over and got out of the car. Kurt went inside to pay – taking Blaine's credit card with an indulgent roll of his eyes – and grab some food.

"Red Vines?" Blaine's eyes lit up when he saw the smorgasbord Kurt was dumping into the passenger seat. Kurt nodded with a smirk and moved around the front of the Corvette to slide into the driver's seat, "My turn!"

Blaine hopped over the door into the passenger's seat – ignoring Kurt's mutter of "Show off." – and ripped the lid off a can of Pringles, "Okay, so when you start a standard you have to press the clutch in and-"

"Baby," Kurt started the car and revved the engine, "I got this."

And they were flying. Blaine let out a surprised exclamation as the sudden wind whipped the Pringles lid away into the vortex of lost highway memorabilia. Kurt laughed, free and uninhibited, and ran a hand through his hair, for once not caring that it was messy.

"Holy crap!" Blaine shouted once he could catch his breath, "You drive like a maniac!"

Kurt's eyes widened with worry for a moment before he noticed Blaine's shoulders shaking with laughter, then he pouted mockingly, "What's the matter Blaine? Don't you trust me?"

His boyfriend's face grew serious, "With my life. But seriously, even if you were a natural, driving a standard takes practice!"

"Well... I wasn't exactly honest when I said I wanted to learn to drive stick," Kurt nibbled his lip, "I wanted you to teach me how to drive stick."

Blaine blushed.

"So now that we got that out of the way, I need your help," Kurt grinned deviously, "I'm planning revenge on Finn, but I need some help with the details..."

Blaine quirked one of his characteristically strong eyebrows, "Tell me more."