Kurt grinned broadly as Sara stepped outside the restaurant. He thumbed the wheel of the Porsche with quick, agitated taps. His impatience was evident.

"Well. Guess that's my cue," Sara said to Pam. She waved a hand in Kurt's direction. She then hugged Pam. "Don't work too hard tonight. Save some energy for...well...you know who." She winked at Pam.

Pam ducked her head and blushed. She and Patrick really were alike in that respect. "I don't deserve him."

Sara smiled. "Yes, you do! I'll see you later." She spun to face Kurt. He was busy messing with the Porsche's radio again.

Sara walked briskly over to the car. She dropped into the passenger seat and shut the door. She did a quick wave to Pam before her friend disappeared back inside the restaurant.

After they drove off, Kurt took Sara for a late night stroll around the downtown beach boardwalk. It was a bit breezy down by the water. Sara had to briefly tie back her hair with a rubber band. Luckily, it wasn't cold.

Kurt held her hand as they walked side by side under the dim lights along the boardwalk. It was pleasant to listen to the sounds of crashing waves beyond the boardwalk, out in the darkness.

Kurt squeezed her hand as they walked. He was busy telling her about one of his new Columbia pals. Apparently Kurt's new friend had an ex girlfriend who was still in high school. The girl just got caught hooking up with one of her teachers. Kurt said it was an ongoing investigation. But it was going to end badly since the girl wasn't eighteen.

"How dumb can you get?" Kurt said, cracking up. His laughter made Sara uncomfortable. She didn't really enjoy listening to such an unfortunate event when she was on a date.

She and Kurt were quiet during the drive back to her house. The music was way too loud now to try to talk over it, even if she'd wanted to.

When they reached Sara's house, and pulled up into the driveway, Kurt kept the car running instead of killing the engine. He turned down the music. "I had fun tonight. How about you?" He ran a hand through his tousled blonde hair.

Sara gave him a tight, closed-mouth smile. She pulled her hair loose from its rubber band. "Me, too," she said.

He took her hand in his and kissed it. "I like you, Sara. Actually, I like you a whole lot." He looked away from her at the steering wheel. He was silent for a moment. His eyes seemed unfocused and far away. Finally, he looked at her. "I want to see you again."

His stare seemed to bore right through her.

Sara clasped her hands tightly in her lap. "Um...I like you, too, Kurt. But...well..." She looked at him. The eagerness in his eyes was clear.

"Okay, sure," Sara finally said. "That would be nice."

Kurt grinned. His relief obvious. He leaned forward and kissed her. She felt him wrap his arms around her and pull her close. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. Kurt's hands started to slowly slide up her dress.

Sara turned her face away, and moved Kurt's hands off her legs.

"Too much, too soon, Little Bunny?" Kurt asked, snickering. "You were a lot friendlier in the hot tub."

Sara gave him another closed-mouth smile. "Only because a handsome guy kept handing me cups of whiskey."

"That is true," Kurt said, laughing. He shrugged. "Well, no big deal. We can start afresh." He kissed her hand. "Okay. Now get on out of here before your amazing dress blinds me." He stretched across her and opened her side of the door.

"Thanks," she said, giggling.

After she shut the door, Kurt reversed the car back out of her driveway, onto the street. "Sweet dreams!" he called. Then he slammed his foot down on the gas and the Porsche roared away into the night.

Sara shook her head, smiling. She turned and started up the path to her front porch. The house was dark. Her parents were still out.

She searched in her clutch for her house keys. She was about to insert them into the door, when they dropped out of her hands. She bent to pick them up.

As she did, a light caught her eye. She straightened, squinting.

A soft glow could be seen from the narrow street in front of her house.

Sara blinked and the image became clear. It was a purple car. An extremely amazing car. She recalled it had an unusual name. Lamborghini. And she only remembered that because the car she was looking at was glowing in the dark.

"I'm a terrible spy," a voice called.

Sara whirled around.

A tall, broad figure emerged out of the darkness.

"No decent spy would drive a car that glows in the dark. Ha! I should be shot." The boy with the beautiful name stepped into the porch light. His gorgeous brown eyes twinkled with a creamy chocolate milk color. "You won't shoot me, will you, Sara?" He held up his hands. In one hand he carried an open bottle.

Sara hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath. "W-what are you doing here, Bentley?"