This is a story happening in the sixties where Kurt and Blaine met in the middle of the hippie movement, and together, they discover their love, passion, music, frustration and what the future holds for them, and all that, on the road. With some Dantana loving.

English is noy my first language, so all mistakes are mine!

And because Glee just ends, it doesn't mean we have to stop creating beautiful stories.

-X-

Summer, 1969

The ground was hot under his feet and his pale skin was starting to get red and covered in sweat because of the humid and torrid weather of California. Usually, a warm but gentle breeze passed through the state and it was generally Arizona and the other states nearer the borders of Mexico who got the harsh weather, but inexplicably for this day, when Kurt Hummel decided to run away, luck wasn't on his side.

He decided to stay calm and figured where he was going to sleep tonight, but the weather kept him from thinking clearly. The sun seemed to glare at him, making him regret his decision to go away. The horizon was just a blur; the cars passed him by on the highway. He was hitchhiking, but no one seemed to bother to stop. He was doing this for hours and his patience grew thin.

''I really need a smoke right about now,'' he thought as another car flew by him, leaving a cloud of sand and gravel in its wake. It was the last straw; the last drop before Kurt gave up and goes home. All those cars were mocking him. Walking under the burning sun wasn't an option anymore. The ground was cracked and dry, so was his lips and throat.

He stopped in his track, considering his options. It was just too much to just go away with only a bag without looking back. Maybe his dad's last words were true; this is not for you. You are going to ruin your future. It wasn't too late to turn back and go back to the comfort of his home, of what he knew. He was a Californian boy who had everything, but he got the stubbornness of his late mama, so he continued to walk.

Just when he made up his mind to continue on the side of the highway, another voice came to the surface of his mind. Rachel's voice, feminine sounding but extremely loud reasoned in his head. You can't do this! What are you going to do, sleep in tents with those greasy haired monkeys? This is not for us, not for you! Your future, our future holds more than this!

You know, Rachel's right. You're going to be an embarrassment for this family. Finn had told him the night before he ran away. ''Shut up, Finn,'' Kurt murmured as he walked at a rapid pace, trying to block the voices and the warnings in his head. But Finn's message got to him. You're disgraceful, your mother will be ashamed of you, he had spat at him.

'''Fuck it,'' he said as he turned around, ready to face his demons, because really, who was he kidding? They were right; it wasn't a place for him. Maybe he was wrong, after all. Maybe his real place was to get back to Bel Air, marry Quinn as planned and go study at UCLA. Like it was always planned since the beginning, since Kurt was okay with it because he hadn't thought about his future on his own, but now that he had, he wanted more than this preplanned life.

But life had other plans for him.

As he was ready to admit his defeat and go home, a car appeared on the road. At first, it was only a blur of dust, and Kurt ignored it, thinking it was just another car passing by, but at the last minute, he thought that it was worth a try. H showed his hand with his thumb up as a signal for the car to stop.

And the car stopped.

Kurt was surprised, but approached the car with apprehensive steps. It was the first time a car stopped for him and he didn't know what to do. Should he just open the door, or wait? He took a quick look at the car; it was a cherry red impala 1967. The color reflected the sunrises and make the engine sparkled in flames. It was a beautiful car, indeed. As he analysed the car, he didn't notice that the window slide down.

''Hey,'' a gruff voice said from inside. Kurt jerked his head forward to see a man inside looking at him through his aviator sunglasses, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His wild and curly hair surrounded his tan face and it gave him a dishevelling look. Kurt gave him a crooked smile; he was definitely someone his peers wouldn't approve of and that was why he was so ready to jump in this stranger's car.

''Hey,'' he replied. The stranger studied him; Kurt couldn't see his eyes because of the large glasses, but he could see by the tilted of his head that he was studying him from head to toe.

''What are you waitin' for, Tweety? Get in,'' he said. Kurt only nodded and opened the red door and flunked his bag in the back seat. As soon as the door closed, the handsome stranger went back on the road in a dusty path.

''Thanks,'' Kurt said as he gave a grateful smile to the driver.

''Where are you headin' at?'' the curly haired man said, still looking at the road ahead of him.

''I'd like to go to Woodstock,'' Kurt replied, eying the driver subtly. ''After that, I don't know.'' The driver looked at him and looked back at the road. A ghost of a smile graced his lips. ''No shit,'' he said. ''I'm going there, too.''

''Really?'' Kurt asked, wide-eyed. It was such a coincidence that two people headed at the same place on a totally different coast. ''That's really my lucky day,'' and lucky day indeed as it turned out the way it turned out.

''We won't be there until a couple of days'' he informed Kurt. ''So, to relax you of the idea of spending the next few days in the company of a total stranger, here. Have a cig,'' he said as he handed him the cigarette pack he had in his pocket. Kurt eagerly took a cigarette and lit it with the fire the driver offered him. He inhaled, and then exhaled.

Damn, it felt good.

All his nerves of the last few days went out the window at the sole image of taking a breath of smoke. It was purely intoxicating, relaxing. It wasn't weed, but it did the job.

''My name's Blaine,'' he said at last. Kurt offered him a quick smile.

''I'm Kurt,'' Kurt had time to observe Blaine. He was simply wearing a white tank top with washed up jeans, with dark loafer shoes. It was simple enough, but Kurt was quickly entranced by his tattoos. There were few, but it was enough to get Kurt's attention. Blaine noticed the look Kurt gave to his arms as he looked at him. He gave him a crooked smile, still with his cigarette between his full lips.

''That one,'' he said pointing to his right bicep. ''Was made when I was eighteen.'' The contour of the bicep was written in curvy letters Be my Baby, surrounded by an amazing design. It was a mix of wild flowers, crosses and raven wings who enveloped the whole master piece. This tattoo alone, only in black, covered the whole bicep. Before he could ask the signification of the tattoo, or if it was only a drunken mistake, Blaine began to sing softly.

The night we met I knew I needed you so

And if I had the chance, I'd never let you go

So, won't you say you love me

I'll make you so proud of me

We'll make 'em turns their heads

Every place we go

So, won't you please

Be me little baby

Say you'll be my darling

Be my baby now

Kurt arched an eyebrow as he recognised the song. He remembered his mom humming the melody when she was reading on the porch with refreshing lemonade to accompany her lecture. It was such a nice, upbeat song but the lyrics stand for themselves and are truly beautiful to explain to someone how they crave to belong to them. ''The Ronettes?'' he asked and Blaine only chuckled as he stopped singing, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the empty beer bottle that was forgotten next to his leg.

''Yeah. It was kind of a way to revolt when I turned eighteen and to say to everyone fuck you.'' He shrugged. ''My family wanted something for me and I just wanted something else, so I left.'' He paused. ''Live and let live, that's my motto,'' he said. ''Oh, and that one?'' He chuckled at the memory. ''I was actually drunk. It was in one of those parties a couple of months ago, in San Francisco. I woke up the next day naked on the grass.''

The tattoo was in the inside of his left index finger; it was small, barely there, but Kurt could see the Peace and Love symbol engraving in the skin. Blaine looked at Kurt curiously.

''Do you have any tattoos?'' Kurt shook his head.

''No, but I'd like to get one. The one on your bicep is pretty cool,'' he complimented. ''I like the details,'' Blaine hummed in agreement, a shadow of a smile gracing his lips and Kurt couldn't wait to see his eyes when he put his sunglasses off.

''Maybe you can get one in Woodstock. I have a friend who does that for a living and he's going to be there.'' Kurt nodded without even thinking about what his family would think about getting a tattoo. ''Sure, why not?''

Blaine smiled at him. ''So, where are you from?'' he asked.

''Bel Air, L.A'' Blaine whistled softly.

''You have the sweet life, eh.''

''Had,'' Kurt corrected automatically. ''I had the sweet life. But like you, my parents wanted something different from what I really wanted, so I left.'' He quoted Blaine's sentence.

''And you decided to rebel and travel across the country,'' he guessed.

''Exactly,'' he nodded. ''I just… want to get away from it all. They want too much, I want less.''

He knew he was divulging some private things to a complete stranger, but he couldn't care less. It had to get out and if he had to spend the next few days in his company, some things needed to be said. And it wasn't too much, either. It was just the truth; he was sick to be sheltered and he craved of adventures for years, it was the best time to do it. He was going to be nineteen in the fall, it was time he lived for himself.

''I know what you mean,'' Blaine said. ''My folks went crazy about my future and it was pretty overwhelming.''

''How old are you?'' Kurt asked because he couldn't point it out and it was bothering him. He seemed like he lived the life, he just looked like he had experience in life. He didn't look old at all, but he didn't look like a lost teenager either.

''I'm 21,'' he replied. And now, he saw it. Not a child, but still too young to be considering a well round adult. He hadn't shave for a few days, so it gave him a cool and outdoorsy look. Or someone who just had to travel for a long time and with his wild hair obviously liked the natural look. He looked at the multiple leather or straw bracelets breaded that gave him a relax, down to earth, hippie look and Kurt found himself liking this character more and more.

He was definitely the kind of people he wanted to meet outside of his clean, planned and boring life. That's exactly what he needed.

''So, what's the plan?'' Kurt asked, because quite frankly, if he had to drive all the way to the east coast, he should know what was going on. Blaine looked at him for a second before looking back on the road and he had a crooked smile.

''Well, it should be shorter doing a straight line from California to New York, but I have places to go,'' he said with a small smile, like he was hidden something, or like he was thinking about something memorable.

''Oh?'' Kurt asked. He wasn't the driver and he was just grateful to be in the presence of someone who was going at the same place as him and seemed to know where he was going. It was a blessing, really, so if he had places to go and so prolonged their road trip, he couldn't deny him. Plus, Kurt couldn't lie to himself. He felt butterflies in his stomach and he knew what it meant.

Adventures.

He couldn't refuse the offer to see the country, the people; that was what he wanted from the beginning. Not just going to Woodstock, the emblematic festival for the hippies, but also to see different things.

''Yeah. I hope it doesn't bother you,'' Blaine said.

''No, of course not,'' Kurt shook his head quickly.

''Good, then,'' Blaine smiled, satisfied. He tilted his head to see a green sigh on the side of the road. ''We're going to get out of California in a couple of hours,'' Blaine informed Kurt. ''We'll sleep in Oregon tonight,'' he concluded.

It was right in the middle of the afternoon. A gentle breeze broke through the otherwise torrid weather and Kurt felt himself cooled down with the window opened just a crack while Blaine's was open wider. They talked mostly about simple things, like the weather, tattoos –again- family, even though both of them stayed vague on the matter, friends, and of course, Woodstock.

Blaine decided to put on the radio and the first song to play, was Piece of my Heart. Blaine drummed his hands on the steering wheel as the melody traveled through the car.

''I love that song!'' Kurt exclaimed as he closed his eyes to enjoy the music. That was what he loved about being here. This movement, the Peace and Love, it all revolved around music. People in this movement feel the music, see the music, taste the music. It was all about love for the music, love to share a warm body under the stars without a care in the world, and love for peace. The music talked to them and Janis Joplin knew all about it.

''Hell, yeah! Janis Joplin is going to perform at Woodstock,'' Blaine said, beaming. ''This is going to be amazing,'' he testified. Kurt nodded in approval and they continued listening to music on the radio, lost in a universe with no worries, no pain, and no plans. Music embraced them in a peace-loving atmosphere and Kurt felt at ease.

As the sun came down a couple of hours later, they were now in Oregon. Blaine got off the road and Kurt eyed him wearily. Sensing his discomfort, Blaine looked at him and smiled a little bit.

''We're going to sleep. I don't drive well during the night,'' he explained. ''I tried once, nearly had an accident.'' Kurt nodded as he understood. In a way, even though he knew that it was a big possibility to sleep outside, he always thought that they were going to do it in a motel. He still had money on him, so it wasn't a problem, but the prospect of actually sleeping outside was even more exciting. ''Come on, I've slept here once and I was in peace, so don't worry,'' Blaine said as he got out of the car. Kurt followed him. Blaine, for the first time of the day, took off his glasses and Kurt could see his eyes, now. They were a honey-caramel colour with a taint of rich brown with dark, rectangular eyebrows.

That man was handsome, Kurt thought, but his musing stopped there as Blaine opened the trunk of his car and pulled out two big blankets. ''If you want, you can sleep in the car. There's enough room in the back to get comfy. I'll sleep under the stars,'' he said as he walked a little further and placed the blankets on the long grass. There were far enough off the road not to be seen by passing cars, nor to hear their engine too loudly.

Kurt shook his head and followed Blaine. ''I'll sleep with you. I-I mean, I'll sleep outside. Under the stars,''

Blaine winked at him, and now, Kurt could see his teasing eyes; he didn't seem dangerous, not in the least. All the tales his parents said about hitchhiking and encounters with strangers might be true, but it wasn't the case with Blaine. Kurt could just feel the safety that that stranger projected; a vibe that helped Kurt cooled down and just relaxed.

Blaine fell on the blanket with a big 'ouf'! and put his forearms behind his head. ''I usually sleep naked, but I'd made an exception this time,'' he said out of the blue. Kurt, who was sitting on the blanket, looked at him strangely.

''Even outside?'' he asked; not out of disgust, but by genuine curiosity. He never met such a man like Blaine; easy-going, with no worries or cares in the world. For Kurt, though, he seemed to have the world on his shoulders.

Blaine chuckled. ''Even outside.'' With his hand, he made little imaginative waves in the air and for a second, he seemed lost in a memory, or a long lost dream. ''We are nature. Why people are so disturb by the idea of warm flesh? Skin is completely normal; men made clothes. I don't mind them, but when I have the chance, I take them off. It's more… liberating.''

''I understand,'' Kurt said as he lay down on the blanket. The blankets were big enough to fit two people without them touching. ''But I've never met people like you before,'' Blaine scoffed and chuckled.

''It's not in glorious Bel Air that you're going to find them,'' he said. ''Come with me, and I'll show you what life looks like,'' Blaine murmured, like he didn't want to wake the nature already on the brick of sleeping. It was dark, but the full moon made it easier to see clearly. Kurt smiled at him gently and nodded slowly, accepting, without really knowing it, that life wasn't what he accepted it to be until he met the curly haired man.

''Thanks for stopping for me today,'' Kurt said quietly as he heard the crickets lulling him to sleep. His eyes felt heavy and the stress and anxiety of today took a toll on him.

''I'm glad I did,'' Blaine answered. ''Goodnight, Kurt. Sweet dreams,'' Kurt didn't respond; he was already asleep.