Sebastian takes a lot of pictures. Of everything, really. Whenever Kurt's the one who's driving, Sebastian takes his camera in his hands and snaps pictures of everything around him. And Kurt may, or may not see Sebastian snapping photos of him from time to time. He looks so happy when he takes pictures, his eyes sparkle with something Kurt can't quite name, and his whole face looks so much younger that looking at him makes Kurt feel some twisting in the bottom of his stomach. Sebastian's lips twist in a silly grin, and Kurt can't seem to stop stealing quick glances at him when he does so. He isn't really sure how he feels about Sebastian taking pictures of him, but it makes him feel warm in his chest.

Kurt also can't seem to stop teasing him about his photography fetish.

„You're such a hipster it's actually funny", Kurt tells him one afternoon, about two days after they got out of the house and on the road.

„Excuse me for trying to capture the beauty of everything I see.", Sebastian defends himself, like he does when he's in the young, artistic mood. Kurt chuckles, then stops. He had to bite his tongue from saying 'Am I then beautiful?' because that would just make things awkward. Whatever this meant, it didn't matter now, 'cause Sebastian was ranting on about photography and what can it do to people's minds. In moments like these, moments of Sebastian being a pure nerd and so cute and just so young, that makes Kurt want to pull him into a hug, take his hand and maybe even kiss his forehead. The way that Sebastian's eyes glow and he indicates with his hands so much that sometimes Kurt has to shift in his seat so Sebastian wouldn't accidentally hit him while talking.

„I'm just saying that you're incredibly cliche, even though it's kinda cute.", Kurt giggles and stops Sebastian's ranting.

Sebastian glares at him. „You're such an asshole, Casper."

Kurt smirks. „Only for you."

They continue driving in comfortable silence, they turn radio quiet and Sebastian takes John Green's Paper Towns and continues reading it.

In one moment, Sebastian takes Kurt's iPod and starts going through his music, choosing the right artist or album to listen to.

„I didn't know you listen to music like this.", he says looking at Kurt.

Kurt smiles. „Music like what?"

Sebastian shifts in his seat, trying to find the right words. „This... sort of- well, unknown music. Not many people our age listen to this."

„I know." , Kurt says, keeping a smile on his face.

„I kinda always figured you for such a Top 40 kind of guy.", Sebastian says, waving with his right hand as if the thought didn't matter.

And honestly, Kurt knows what he's talking about. Not many people their age listen to bands such as One Night Only or Manu Chao, or hell he didn't meet a single person who likes The Young Veins or even knows who they are. Of course , he didn't tell people he liked music like that, he didn't want to share that music with anyone else. It was the kind of music for him he would listen to when he got from school, tired from all the classes, slushies and sitting in the back of the classroom listening to countless number of Rachel's solo numbers. After getting called names and whenever he felt like shit, he would simply turn on the unusual music and relax his body and mind.

They stop by the motel in Iowa, while getting out of car and heading towards the motel, Kurt trips on a can that just laid there on a path. „Shit", he murmurs, and when he looks up he can see Sebastian grinning at him.

Sebastian opens his mouth to speak, just as Kurt hisses: „Don't."

Sebastian lifts his hands in surrender and turns around, heading to the motel, not giving Kurt one spare look. Kurt gets up, fixes his pants and walks towards Sebastian.

By the reception is a young woman, no older than thirty, with a polite smile on her face and a big dark circles around her eyes. „Hello, how can I help you?", she asks, when Kurt and Sebastian approach closer to her, still keeping a smile on her face.

Kurt opens his mouth to speak, but gets interrupted by Sebastian who cuts him off.

„Good evening", he says putting a blinding smile on his face, „We're looking for a two-bed room."

Woman's expression turns slightly different than before, and she says: „I'm really sorry, we only have three two-bed rooms and two of them are taken while the third is renovating." She puts her lips pressed in a tight line and an apologetic grimace.

Both Kurt and Sebastian would probably argue, or find another motel anywhere near, but they're both so fucking tired that they can't even bring themselves to care. There's something really tiring in driving for a long time – your body gets stiff, you can't move your neck without feeling something breaking inside, and when you get outside of the car, every stretch of your leg feels like a blessing.

They take the keys which woman hands them with a smile and they head up the stairs to the room 005.

A/N: I'm still not quite sure in which direction is this going but I know I have a lot of things in my head that I have to bring out on paper. Please review! :)