Author's Note: I thought of this during RE when my teacher was droning on about something I can't remember. I literally sit there thinking of ideas for one shots to get me through the lessons. :D

This, I think, is going to be a short chapter fic, maybe three chapters? Not many, I think I know what the next one is going to involve, so you shouldn't have to wait long. :D

Chapter 1:

"Dad, can't you just take me home?"

"No, I've got to go and help this guy, he's broken down by the side of the road, I can't drop you off first." Burt said.

Kurt sighed. He had gone back to his Dad's tire shop after school, partly because his car was making strange noises, and now not only did he have to go home in his dad's tow truck, but he was going to be seen by other people in it. Hopefully it wouldn't be anyone he knew, but then that might be easier.

"How long will it take?" Kurt asked, he desperately wanted to get home. He had an assignment to do and he needed to talk to Mercedes. He hadn't spoken to her all day as she was sick.

"I don't know. Depends what's wrong." Burt answered, turning off onto a smaller road.

"Did he say anything?" Kurt asked, he wanted to know as much information as possible.

"Not much, just that his car stopped and he suspects it overheated." Burt replied. "Ah, this looks like it could be him."

Burt pulled up to a flash looking car. Kurt didn't know what type, he didn't really care much for cars, but he knew that it was lovely and expensive. He suspected it to be a middle aged business man driving it, or a young guy. So he was surprised when he saw…

"You ok?" Burt said. Kurt clapped a hand to his mouth. He had gasped at the sight of the guy who had just straightened up.

"Oh nothing…" Kurt replied, he was still staring at the…boy? Yes, he must've been a boy. He didn't look much older than Kurt. His hair looked like it had been gelled all day, but was breaking free ever so slightly. He was wearing what could be a school uniform; grey trousers and a white shirt. Oh yes, it was a uniform. Kurt could just about see a blazer and a tie slung across the passenger seat inside the car. The boy had hazel coloured eyes, they were beautiful. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, making the most of his arms.

Is this guy even real? Kurt thought. No way. He can't be.

"Kurt? Kurt?" Burt was waving a hand in front of Kurt's face.

"Yeah, Dad?" Kurt managed, dragging his eyes away from the boy.

"I'm going to go and look at the car. You stay in here." Burt ordered. He knew how little help Kurt would be, and that he would complain if he got out anyway.

"Ok." Kurt said. "I'll be here."

Staring at your client.

Kurt watched happily for the next 15 minutes whilst Burt helped the boy out. The boy was occasionally pulling faces of annoyance and slight confusion, which distracted Kurt greatly from trying not to stare.

After about 20 minutes, Kurt saw Burt gesture to the car, to him. He knew what was coming. The boy was walking over. Kurt wound down his window.

"Hey," The boy said. Kurt melted, his voice was dreamy.

"Hi." Kurt replied.

"Your dad told me to give you my details?"

"Oh yeah…Hang on a sec." Kurt said, and rummaged around in his bag for a piece of paper and a pen.

"Vogue?" The boy said. Kurt looked down in the foot well. His treasured copy of Vogue had fallen out of his bag. Kurt nodded. "Marion Cotillard."

"You know who she is?" Kurt was confused, none of the girls he was friends with knew who she was, let alone the guys.

"Know who she is?" The boy said. "That's my favourite Vogue cover of 2010."

"Oh my god, it's mine too." Kurt said, beaming. "That's why I carry it around with me…"

"Mine's stuck to my wall back at school." Kurt raised an eyebrow. "It's a Boarding School. Dalton Academy?"

"Oh, yeah, I've heard of it." Kurt replied nodding, still trying to get over the fact that this guy had this cover on his wall.

"Yeah, it's great there." The boy said. "But my roommates can get annoying…"

"I'm sure they can." Kurt said. "You should meet my friend Rachel. She is the definition of annoying."

"Maybe we can get her and Wes to meet." The boy said. "Wes is my roommate."

"Ah, I see." Kurt replied, smiling. "But that might not be such a good idea, we don't want so much annoying in one place."

"No, that would be bad." The boy smiled at Kurt, a genuine, dreamy smile. Kurt had to supress a sigh. "Anyway, you wanted my details?"

Kurt's eyes widened at this statement, thinking that he couldn't have possibly given anything away, before realising that his dad needed the details for the car.

"Yeah, go ahead." Kurt managed to say, clicking the pen in his hand.

"What do you need?" The boy asked.

"Name, number, address." Kurt said, he had said it so many times he had it down perfectly.

"Ok." The boy said. "Name: Blaine Anderson."

Kurt wrote down the name slowly, taking in each letter. He knew he wouldn't forget the name, but wrote it slowly enough to make sure that he didn't.

Kurt wrote down the rest of the information as Blaine gave it to him, and before he knew it his dad was walking over. He was disappointed that he couldn't spend more time with this 'Blaine'.

You can't already like him. He told himself. You've only just met.

"You need a lift?" Burt asked Blaine abruptly.

"No, it's fine, my friend's coming to get me." Blaine said, holding up his phone.

"Ok, your car should be ready in a couple of days, I'll give you a call." Burt said, looking at Kurt to make sure he got Blaine's number.

"Thanks." Blaine replied. "Bye…?"

"Kurt," Kurt said, realising that he hadn't told Blaine his name.

"Goodbye Kurt." Blaine said, and then turned to Burt. "Can I get some stuff out of my car?"

"Sure." Burt said, gesturing to the car.

Blaine walked off behind the truck to where his car was attached, and Kurt heard a door open and close. Next thing he knew, Blaine had tapped on the window, given a small wave and walked off to the sidewalk, putting on his blazer as he did so. He turned around to face the truck and Kurt's breath caught in his throat.

That boy can sure rock a blazer.

A/N: He sure can.