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[thisisherson]

[So, what did you think Kurt's dream would be? Attending fashion week? His name in lights? Succeeding in showbiz?

Well, you're wrong. He's dreaming about a garage. Specifically his father's garage - Hummel Tires and Lube. His father's there, but he's facing away, talking to someone just out of view. Dream logic says it's probably a customer

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[itsahotone]

[Santana gets sick of her own horrible dream, okay, and escapes as soon as she figures out how. Why she shows up in a garage, she doesn't even care.

She looks around, quickly trying to fix her hair and wiping her eyes. She really hates this event for making her cry.]

[thisisherson]

[When Kurt rolls out from underneath the car this time, he almost runs right into Santana's feet. Oops.]

What? Santana? What are you doing here?

[Hold on, let dream logic process this for a second. She seems kind of upset and she's in the garage.] Did you wreck your car?

[DOES SHE EVEN HAVE A CAR? WHO KNOWS. He's still not really lucidly dreaming yet so it doesn't really matter.]

[itsahotone]

[She jumps back to keep from getting hit, but doesn't answer Kurt right away. In fact, it's almost as if she doesn't see him there.

Which is, of course, the only reason she would allow him to see her like this, all sniffly and gross and wanting a tissue or ten.]

[thisisherson]

[Okay, Kurt's really sick of getting ignored today, so he makes a face at that. ...But he softens when he remembers she's actually upset and showing emotions.

He slides out from under the car and sits up on the board he had been laying on. He's kind of gross-looking at the moment, from having worked on cars all day, so they're sort of even in terms of being seen in embarrassing conditions. He'd offer her a tissue, but all he has is an oily rag.]

...Are you okay?

[reckless_eagle]

[If Poland weren't... you know, flighty and a bit derp, he'd address the whole "concerns about parental abandonment" thing, because b'awww, Kurt ;~;]

[But... he's Poland, and as such doesn't even notice Kurt's insecurities playing themselves out. Instead, he's amazed and confused by the cars. Yes, the cars.]

Like, what are these things?

[He goes around to the front, because it looks... kinda like a wagon-ish if you squint enough, but no, there's nowhere to hitch up a horse, so that can't be it...]

[thisisherson]

They're...cars. [He says this like "Um, what have you been doing for the past century if you don't know what a car is?", but then he realizes this is Poland. Oh. ...Oh right, this is a dream. Oops.] People drive them to get from one place to another.

[reckless_eagle]

Huh.

Are they like, metal all the way through? Wouldn't that be mega-ultra heavy and junk?

[thisisherson]

They are. See? [He goes over to the driver's side of Mr. Schue's care and he pops the hood, showing that it is, in fact, metal all the way through.] And they're heavy, you're right. But the engine [He gestures to it when he comes back around to the front.] is what makes the car move. And the engine runs on gasoline, which is made from oil.

[balladtodadsurn]

[SO AFTER HIS STUNNINGLY AMAZING FOOTBALL VICTORY.]

What are you doing?

[thisisherson]

Finn! What are you doing here? [He looks pretty happy to see him though. ♥]

I'm...working on Mr. Schue's car, apparently.

[balladtodadsurn]

Came back from an AMAZING game, and decided to stop by... I guess.

...you mean that car that looks ready to kick the bucket?

[thisisherson]

That would be the one, yes. [He moves over so Finn can see it. NO MATTER HOW LONG HE WORKS ON IT, IT STILL LOOKS LIKE A PIECE OF CRAP.]

That's great though, that you came back from a good game. I'm not even remotely surprised though. You're everyone's favorite quarterback after all.