Based off of this:
They did this every summer. His father had a carwash once a week at the tire shop, and it always drew a crowd. Maybe because it was a hand wash, maybe because it was way cheaper than any other carwash in town, maybe just because everyone loved his father the Congressman and wanted to support him – Kurt didn’t know. He didn’t care, really. All he cared about was taking his breaks when his hands started to prune.
Kurt tugged on his cutoff jean shorts. He wore the same pair each year (he was NOT going to risk any other article of clothing for this mess) and since his last growth spurt they were a little…well, short. Pair that with his tight t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, Kurt looked like your stereotypical carwash girl.
He ass did look pretty fantastic. He’d have to send Isabelle a photo of his get-up, perhaps the sexy carwash scene would inspire her next line of clothes.
Kurt raised an eyebrow as a car he recognized pulled into the wash. He recognized it because he’d seen it at the wash already today. Twice.