"I'm trying to focus on how much I love you instead of what we're doing," Kurt kept his eyes glued to the side of Blaine's face as he pulled onto his street.

Blaine chuckled and squeezed his knee, "Come on, I don't know when my dad will be back and I sure as hell don't want a repeat of earlier."

Kurt realized that the truck had stopped and they were in a driveway. Wait, no, a huge driveway. Of a huge house.

"Blaine...?" but the other boy had closed the door and started for the massive front door.

Kurt sighed and hurried to follow. He mentally added this to a list of things Blaine had never told him.

If the outside hadn't made it clear enough, the inside definitely did. The entry way was the size of Kurt's living room and probably half of his kitchen. Blaine didn't notice his gawking and headed straight for the curving staircase to the left.�

Kurt bit his tongue and silently followed his boyfriend up the stairs and down two hallways. He slowed as they passed one door with an intricately detailed plaque that read 'Nathan'.

Nathan? Who the hell was Nathan? Blaine had never mentioned any siblings... Never complained like Kurt did about his step brother...

He could feel the confused expression on his face only grow deeper as he stepped into Blaine's room. It was completely different from the rest of the giant house. Like stepping into another world.

It was so bare and simple, it resembled that of a prison cell. The only expression Kurt could see was in the four guitars lining one of the empty walls. His bed was the epitome of empty, only having a wooden frame and a mattress. No sheets, no blanket, no pillow.

Kurt crossed the room and sat on the bed, feeling the lumps in the mattress. He watched Blaine pull clothes off hangers and shove them into a black duffel bag. Kurt rolled his eyes and got up to help him.

"If you don't fold them, they'll wrinkle..." Kurt pulled out a black v-neck and folded it correctly.�

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced, "Yeah... I just want to get out of here, though. If my dad came back and saw me... Saw you..."

Blaine shook the thought from his head and glanced at his messy bag, "I'll let you get this..."

Kurt sighed and began folding the assorted shirts as his boyfriend headed for the bathroom. He wanted to talk about things, get some answers, but he wasn't sure where the line was.

"So... You never mentioned that you had money," Kurt tried to come off casual, folding a dark red hoodie, "Big money."

"It's not mine," Blaine said from behind him, "It's my dad's."

Kurt nodded to himself, "That explains the whole..." he gestured toward the ratty bed and bare walls.

"Yeah... I don't let him buy me," Blain tossed some shampoos and deodorant into the now neat duffel, "Except for the guitars, but technically I inherited them."

Kurt watched the other boy look over his guitars fondly. They seemed brand new, in mint condition, but cared for and loved. Blaine pulled a case from under the bed and carefully placed a black acoustic into it.

Kurt smiled and wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist. "You ready?"

"Yeah," Blaine sighed and grabbed the case, "Go ahead and wait in the car. I have to get something."

Kurt kissed his cheek and backed out of his room. He only waited three minutes before Blaine came jogging down the walkway. He tossed his duffel into the back and his guitar in the tool box.

"So what'd you have to get?" Kurt asked as he started the truck.

Blaine grinned evilly and tossed something into Kurt's lap. He looked down and saw a shiny rectangle. A platinum discover card by the name of Derrick Anderson.

"Blaine!" Kurt pushed the credit card away as if it was on fire.

Blaine chuckled and stuffed it in his pocket, "Relax, he must have thirty others. He won't even notice."

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose and took deep breaths. "Where are we going, anyway?"

"Just go to sleep, I'll wake you up when we get there."

Kurt hadn't noticed, but he was exhausted. Studying for finals was killing him and now he could finally rest. He snuggled up to the other boy's shoulder.

"It's okay, I'll stay up with you for a while..." he yawned.

"Kurt, you look half dead. Sleep. I'll be fine," Blaine pressed a kiss to his temple and began softly humming a melody. Kurt could feel his eyelids drooping as Blaine started to quietly sing.

"Here comes the sun, little darling,
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right."

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The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a firey hue on the outstretched road. Lights began to flicker on in the passing houses and shadows were stretched to their limits as the darkness of night melted everything together. The sun gradually sank beneath the earth and the moon shone bright white light on the black ford making its way across the dry, open land.�

The inside of the truck was nearly silent, the only sounds being quiet, mindless humming and slow, steady breathing. Steadily, civilization began to scatter the roadsides until Kurt and Blaine reached a full blown city.

Blaine smiled down at the other boy sleeping on his shoulder. He rubbed circles on Kurt's arm and kissed the top of his head. They drove past a few signs until Blaine found what he was looking for.

He pulled into the valet at the front of the hotel and whispered with the driver. The driver smiled at him, remembering from years ago. Blaine tried to keep it short and sweet, insisting on catching up later.

Blaine drove around to the side of the hotel and up the ramp that wrapped across the side. He parked in his father's parking space, reserved for whenever dad had 'business' in the city.�

Blaine hated it and would've rather parked on the top level or miles away from their room, just in spite of his father. But one glance at his sleeping boyfriend changed his mind.

"Kurt," Blaine said softly into his coppery hair, "We're here."

"Where is here?" Kurt mumbled, snuggling closer to Blaine's chest.

"A hotel..."

"Blaine."

"It's a surprise," he squeezed Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt sighed and sat up. He gave Blaine his signature bitch glare and rubbed his eyes. Blaine chuckled and held out a hand.�

"Come on."

"Blaine."

"Come on!"

Kurt sighed, but took Blaine's hand.

"You know, I could always carry you..." Blaine grinned as the other boy slowly crawled out of the truck cab.

"It was a long drive," Kurt stretched his back and yawned, "Must've been, what, four hours?"�

Blaine pulled their bags out of the back and shrugged, "Give or take."

Kurt side eyed his boyfriend, "Blaine, what time is it?"

"Dunno, but we should probably get to our room now. I don't know if-"

"Where are we?" Kurt demanded.

Blaine kept silent and headed for the elevator in the parking garage. He ignored his boyfriend's angry words and pushed the 36.

"Thirty six?" Kurt stopped his ranting in disbelief, "This hotel must be huge... Which brings me back to the same question. Where the hell are we?" his raging picked up again.

Blaine pushed it out of his head as the elevator stopped and he crossed to a door that led to the hotel. He used his key to unlock it and held the door open for his fuming boyfriend.

He led them down a long hallway, passing few doors. The room he was looking for waited at the very end of the hall. It was his favorite because it wrapped around the front of the hotel, which meant it had lot's of windows. It was his father's favorite because it separated rooms.

Blaine unlocked the door and shoved their luggage to the left. Thankfully the room was dark, so Kurt wouldn't be able to make any conclusions.

"It's three in the morning?" Kurt shrieked as he caught sight of the clock on the bedside table, "Blaine Anderson, if you do not tell me-"

"I'm trying to show you!" Blaine pulled him toward the massive windows and pulled back the black curtains.

It took Kurt six minutes (Blaine actually kept time on the clock) to say anything.

"We're in-"

"Yup."

"But that means-"

"I drove eleven hours straight."

"And we-"

"Are in the nicest hotel within a forty mile radius."

Kurt nodded wordlessly and continued to stare out the window.

"Well?"�

"What?" Kurt asked, turning to Blaine. The city lights illuminated the side of his face, making him seem even more beautiful than ever.

"Are you happy?" Blaine asked warily, taking a cautious step forward.

"Happy?" Kurt repeated. He pulled the other boy in front of the window. "I'm in New York, the place I've always wanted to go, hours away from Lima, with the most amazing guy I've ever met."

"Well I guess you could've had a better thursday..."

"Shut the hell up and kiss me."