"Kurt! We're gonna be late if you don't get your ass in that car soon!" Burt yelled up the stairs. Kurt was busy making sure he had everything he would need for the trip. Moisturisers, check. Scarf collection, check. Favourite pair of studded jeans, check. He was satisfied he had everything important.

"Coming, Dad!" he yelled back, leaving his room, dragging his suitcase behind him. Kurt stepped out into the summer air; this was going to be a good trip, he had a good feeling about it. They said goodbye to Carole and Finn after he loaded his stuff into the car and climbed into the passenger side. "Remember Dad, if you get tired at all, you tell me and we'll switch, and I'll drive-" Burt cut him off.

"I'm fine, kid, honest. You worry too much. Besides, you're not getting your hands on my car that easily" Kurt chuckled and began rifling through the CD collection to find one for the journey. He figured his Dad wouldn't want to listen to Broadway's Greatest Hits, and Burt's CDs weren't that great either, so they settled on the radio. They were driving to California, Los Angeles to be precise. Kurt had always dreamed of going; but of course, once he's famous, it would be a regular thing. Kurt had always been laughed at for his dreams and ambitions, but at the end of the day, they were the only things that kept him going.

About an hour into the drive, they hit traffic. Bad traffic. When the car came to halt, and stayed that way for several minutes, Kurt became bored. He was looking out of the window, examining the surroundings when something caught his eye. On the side of the highway, there was a boy. A very cute boy, Kurt noted. He was hard to make out but he had dark curly hair, a bag and a guitar in his hand. He looked as if he could be around Kurt's age. He also had a sign in front of him that told Kurt he was a hitchhiker. But he wasn't just going anywhere, on no, he was travelling to California, Los Angeles to be precise. Kurt's interest grew. "Hey Dad, look over there, there's a guy who's looking for a ride to LA" Kurt didn't look round to see his Father's face.

"Um, that's interesting" Burt said, clearly not interested in the least.

"Don't you think it's a shame that people nowadays aren't nice enough to help people like that?" Kurt was still watching the boy out of the window.

"Sure, Kurt" there was an awkward pause, then "I suppose you're trying to say that you want us to be those nice people, and offer this stranger a ride. I'm not as dumb as I look" Kurt turned to face his Dad, and nodded very slightly. For some reason he felt the need to help this boy, because he didn't think anyone else would. Burt sighed. "Fine, whatever, but if he causes any trouble its on you, got it?"

Kurt grinned. "Thanks Dad. I'll try and get his attention." He opened the car window and waited to see if he caught the boy's eye. He didn't have to waited more than a few seconds until the boy was staring right at him. Kurt smiled and waved him over. The boy gathered his belongings and jogged over to the car. "Hey, you're looking for a ride to LA, right? That's where we're headed, if you're interested?"

The boy smiled widely, nodding. "Yes! I am, thank you so much, you wouldn't believe how long I've been waiting for this. I'm Blaine by the way, Blaine Anderson" he held out his hand through the window. Kurt took it, his hand was warm and soft, welcoming somehow.

"I'm Kurt Hummel, and this is my Dad, and I should probably let go now" Kurt rambles, Burt jus nodded his head with a smile in Blaine's direction.

"Traffic's starting to move, so I'd get in kid" Burt said, hoping he wouldn't regret this.