So it's been a little while since I've attempted a multi-chapter fic. And for a long while I haven't been able to get the idea of a road trip out of my head. So here it goes. I do not own Glee, never have, never will. And my extensive knowledge of Ohio, sucks.

Normally if one woke up with another male in his bed, they would;

First, freak out.

Second, demand to know what the hell was going on.

And third, freak out. Again.

But if you're Kurt Hummel, you get used to this kind of thing. Especially if you're at Dalton Academy like he had been for the past two months.

The brunette yawned and stretched before he sat up to make eye contact with the male that had woken him up in the first place. "Hello Wesley Hamilton, to what do I owe this wakeup call?"

"Hey Kurrrrrrtsie." Wes smiled at him, blinking up with what he had deemed the 'I'm going to pretend to be sweet and innocent so that I can get what I want' look. Kurt raised an eyebrow at the other male before groaning and rolling out of his bed and making his way towards his vanity to try and reel in his hair.

"What do you want, Wes?"

"I was kind of, maybe, sort of, wondering if you would perhaps go on a road trip with me-" Kurt turned to stare at him with disbelief before the Warbler continued, "and David, and Blaine."

Kurt sighed, of course this was going to be about Blaine. It seemed that since he had arrived at Dalton, Wes and David were heart set on getting the two together.

Not that Kurt would mind.

"And why do I need to be on this trip?" he sighed.

Wes smiled happily. "Because we wanted to know if we could go in the Navigator." We shrunk back at Kurt's hateful glare. "Which we were kind of hoping you would drive since we know that nobody touches your baby."

"I don't know Wes…" Kurt spoke, catching the look on his friends face. "You already told the two of them I was going, didn't you?"

Wes at least had the nerve to look guilty. "Uh…yah…."

Kurt sighed. "Fine, I'll go."

Wes smirked happily as he jumped for joy. "Thank you Kurtsie! You won't regret this!" He yelled as he bounded out of the room.

Kurt sighed.

Why did he have a feeling he was going to regret this?

Meanwhile, in the same type of situation was happening in the room of one Blaine Anderson.

"I already told you David, I am not going!"

"Come on Blainey bear!"


"Did I mention that Kurt was going?"

Blaine immediately perked up. If he were a puppy his tail would be wagging wildly. "Really?"

David nodded his head quickly, a smile on his face. "Although, I guess Wesley and I could just go and bring Kurt with us. All alone in the car…"

"Not in your dreams, Everson." Blaine growled.

David smirked, nodding his head. "I'll got tell Wes!" he grinned before walking out of the room with a grin on his face.

Blaine did not have a good feeling about this.

Wes smiled at his friend as he watched David walk out of Blaine's room with a grin. "I take it Operation Klaine is going smoothly?"

David smiled and nodded his head as he took step next to his best friend. "He agreed."

"Kurt was in the second he heard Blaine was going."

David nodded his head before pausing. "Are you sure this is a good idea Wes?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" his friend asked, blinking innocently.

"Because last time you had an idea, there was a fire and you owed Blaine hundreds of dollars' worth of hair gel."

Wes just shook his head in dismay. "One four am fire drill and suddenly all my ideas are bad." He sighed, looking up at his friend. "Don't worry. Everything is going to be fine."

David had a feeling that everything was going to be far from fine.

Kurt grumbled to himself as he woke up the next morning at the wonderful hour of 4:30am. He had spent an hour on the phone last night with his father explaining to him that no, he was not going to get gang raped by the three Dalton boys. And that, yes, he remembered how to fix any problems with the car. And yes he was going to call every night.

After he finally hung up with his father, after a rude interruption from Finn burning something in the kitchen, thankfully for Kurt, not so much the latter, he had to pack his clothes. After making sure all his moisturizers weren't going to spill or break and his clothes were neatly folded and his car charger for both his cellphone and IPod were ready, he had fallen asleep around two thirty. Which gave him approximately 2 hours of sleep.

He slowly pulled himself out from the warm comfort of his sheets as he pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a matching white v neck. He knew he would get stares for not doing his hair or moisturizing routine, but at the moment, he didn't care. At all.

He was startled by a quiet knocking on his door, even though it was Spring Break and everyone had already left. He slowly made his way to his door, opening it, only for his jaw to fall to the floor. Blaine stood in front of him holding a cup of steaming coffee, decked in dark blue skinny jeans with form fitting black t-shirt and a pair of hot pink sunglasses perched on his forehead. Which lead him to stare at the mess of curls that fell around them.

"You're hair…." He muttered softly.

"Good morning to you, too." Blaine laughed, holding out the coffee which Kurt took gratefully, still staring at Blaine's wild mess of curls.

"Are those sweatpants, Mr. Hummel?"

"It's so curly."

Blaine responded with a laugh as he shook his head. "You're tired, aren't you?"

Kurt only nodded his head, taking another sip of the warm drink. "Thanks Blaine."

"Not a problem, can I take your bag for you?"

Kurt nodded his head dumbly, trying not to stare. But Blaine's hair was just so curly and fluffy and he wanted to touch it. He took a step back to let Blaine into his room and he looked around to double check that he didn't forget anything. Keys? Check. IPod? Check. Cell Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. Teddy? Che-wait. Kurt looked around the room for a moment, frantically.


"We can't leave, Blaine."

"Why not?"

"I can't find Beary."

Blaine watched as the sweatpants clad countertenor started the search for his teddy bear. Normally Blaine would laugh at the little childish antic and tease him over needing the bear. But this was different. Blaine remembered Kurt telling him about how he couldn't sleep without it because his mother was the one who gave it to him, and if he tried hard enough, it still smelled like her.

Blaine got onto his hands and knees and started searching around until he looked under the bed. "Mission accomplished." He smiled, grabbing the black teddy bear, handing it over to the grateful brunette.

"Thanks Blaine." He spoke sheepishly, blushing as he tucked the bear under his arm and made his way out the door. The curly haired boy followed suit, carrying Kurt's surprisingly light suitcase and shutting the door behind him.

He started to wonder how much sleep Kurt actually got if he hadn't worn a designer outfit or bothered to fix his hair. He remained silent as he followed Kurt out into the brisk morning air, still dark. Because normal people were still asleep at this time of day.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he saw Wes and David bickering already about who was going to get shotgun. Kurt's high pitched tone broke through the bickering.

"Neither of you is going to be sitting next to me if you keep bickering like that." The brunette turned to him with a small smile. "You up for shotgun?"

"Totally." Blaine smiled.

"That's because Blainey bear wants to sit next to his teenage dream."

Both boys flushed as Kurt worked on opening the trunk while still holding a teddy bear, and a cup of coffee, along with his small messenger bag.

He wasn't doing too good.

Kurt frowned as he tried to work on getting the back open, sighing as the door finally clicked and he pulled it open, allowing the boys to shove their bags in the back before he got into the driver's seat.

"Kurt, don't you think you're a little old to carry around a teddy bear?"

Kurt immediately froze, Blaine alongside him seemed to stop what he was doing.

David watched confused, wondering why Wes' question made both boys seemingly cease movement.

"It's uh…." Kurt remained silent as he put the key into ignition, chewing at his bottom lip as he drove, turning his IPod seemingly refusing to answer the question.

Wes sunk back into the seat from the glare that Blaine shot him through the mirror as Kurt continued to drive, the bear perched on his lap perfectly as he plugged in the first destination in his GPS.