Here's a bit more. Glee's not mine…just borrowing Kurt and Blaine a bit.

~oOo~

There's nothing like the open road and a few days in a car with someone to really get to know one another. Both Kurt and Blaine put Blaine's admission of his feelings for Kurt to the side and tried really hard to not let the remaining days they had for travel get weird. They played "the question game" to make the hours pass and as a result, found out some very interesting things about each other.

"Okay, the rules are as follows," Kurt said, not long after pulling on to the freeway one morning. "One, you get three passes for the entire day. Two, you must vow to answer honestly. Three, what we say in the car stays in the car. Agreed?" he looked at Blaine.

"Agreed. I'd also like to add the option of calling for ten minutes of truth once in twenty-four hours. There's no mincing words in truth time; it is what it is. Agreed?" he looked at Kurt. Kurt narrowed his eyes, wondering what kind of a plan Blaine had up his sleeve.

"Agreed, with reservations," Kurt smirked.

"Why, Mr. Hummel, you shock me. Do you not trust?" Blaine asked, fluttering his lashes.

"I believe I've used the phrase, '…about as far as I can throw you' previously. Still stands," Kurt said.

"Wow. Truth time with you is going to be no fun," Blaine said. "Okay, I go first. Question for Kurt Hummel…"

"Blaine, we're the only ones here. No need to be formal," Kurt said.

"Hush you, don't mess with my process. Now, question for Kurt Hummel. How old were you when you realized you were gay?"

"Hmmm. Well, I realized I was different at around age seven, when the boys at school wanted to play baseball and I wanted to hang out with the girls. When did I understand the term 'gay' and how it applied to me? 8th grade, so what, 14-ish? People had been calling me gay since I was in 6th grade, which kind of sucked. I mean, I didn't need people telling me who I was before I'd even made that decision, you know what I mean?"

Blaine nodded his head. "Was school a nightmare?"

"Uh, I do believe it is my turn to ask a question. Don't be a question hog! Okay, what is your…"

"You have to format the question correctly!" Blaine interrupted "You have to say, 'Question for Blaine Anderson!' like I said it for you!"

Kurt gave Blaine a withering stare. "You really are serious about this, aren't you?" Blaine nodded, grinning. "It's a good thing I find this kind of endearing," Kurt continued. "Okay. Question for Blaine Anderson," he said, sounding like a carnival barker.

"Now you don't have to make fun, Kurt," Blaine said. Kurt dissolved into giggles and it took a few moments to gather his composure.

"Okay. Question for Blaine Anderson! What is your dad like?"

"Whoa. Charge right in and waste no time, why don't you?" Blaine said. "Okay, my dad is…well…filthy rich and I want none of his money. If having money makes you an ass, I'm steering clear. He's married to his work, loves money above all, reminds me every chance he gets that my older brother is the greatest person to walk the earth since Jesus and that I'm a royal screw up. Anything else you'd like to know?"

"Blaine, I'm so sorry. I didn't know…"

"It's fine. Honest answers, right? I'm old enough to keep him at a distance now, but growing up with him, especially after my mom died and I came out, was no picnic. I will tell you that I get insanely jealous of my friends who have good relationships with their dads. I think it will be my one…well, maybe one of many regrets I have in life."

"You don't have to have regrets, you know. Everyone makes mistakes, your dad included. If he can't see how great you are, then it's his loss. Sometimes we have to make our own families because the ones we're born into suck," Kurt said. Both men were quiet for a few minutes.

"Question flip," Blaine said.

"What? Is this some kind of new rule?" Kurt asked.

"Question flip. You answer the same question you asked me. What's your dad like?"

Kurt hesitated. "I'm afraid I'll be one of those people that make you feel jealous. My dad is the complete opposite of me. He's a manly man, auto mechanic, wears work clothes and baseball caps. He drives a truck, loves nothing more than to watch sports with my brother, Finn. He is also my rock, my biggest supporter, my cheerleader. Raising a gay son has not been easy for him, but he did what he thought was best for me: he educated himself so that we could relate to each other. He was the first one to storm the principal's office if something happened to me at school. He has no problem telling me to get over myself when I get too wrapped up in life. I don't know where I'd be without him." Blaine kept his eyes fixed on Kurt and was silent. "What?" Kurt asked.

"I hope I can meet him someday," Blaine said quietly.

"You will. You'll love him and he'll love you," Kurt said earnestly. "Okay! Question for Blaine Anderson! Who is your current celebrity crush?"

"Easy. Emma Stone," Blaine said.

"Wait, Emma…wait," Kurt said, clearly confused.

Blaine laughed. "It's just a crush, Kurt. She's gorgeous and funny. Smart too. Are you shocked?"

"Little bit, little bit," Kurt said. "Your turn," he said to Blaine.

"Question flip. Who's your current celebrity crush?" Blaine asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Pass," Kurt said.

"No fair!" Blaine said. "Come on Kurt, who?"

"I'd rather not say," Kurt said, jutting his jaw. "My turn."

"Party pooper," Blaine mumbled.

~oOo~

As Kurt predicted, they made it to New York with an extra day to spare. Blaine did not need to be to the studio until Thursday, early afternoon, so that gave them Tuesday evening and all of Wednesday to goof around. After checking in, they found their hotel room and dumped their bags. Just as they were making plans on how to spend the evening, Blaine's phone rang.

"Jeff! Buddy! Yeah, we just got here. Tonight? Who's all going to be there? Are you serious? Totally! I haven't seen them since high school. I'm about ten blocks from there right now. Nine o'clock sounds perfect. Okay, see you there!" Blaine hung up and turned to look Kurt in the eye. "Talk about perfect timing, several members of my old glee club are in town this week and we're going to meet at a bar not far from here. Wanna go?" Blaine, clearly excited, gave a little jump.

'Uh, I don't know. I'd feel kind of awkward hanging out with a bunch of people I don't know. Besides, bars really aren't my thing. You go ahead, though, and see your friends. Just promise me you won't…"

"Kurt! Come on! You have to come with! You'll love my friends. They are goofy and loud and, well, a lot like me. I don't want to leave you here alone tonight. Please, please, please, please, please…"

"Gah! Stop! Okay, fine. I'll go with. But no getting drunk, you understand? If you get wasted, I'm leaving you there. Clear?" Kurt asked.

"Yay! Yes! Promise! I won't drink anything alcoholic tonight. Just water and iced tea for me. I promise! I'm going to go take a shower!"

"Okay," Kurt whispered as Blaine closed the bathroom door.

~oOo~

Blaine had been right when he described his friends from high school. However, in his description, he forgot to add huggy, which Kurt discovered just moments after being introduced to the group.

As they opened the door, a cheer went up from a table near the center of the bar. "There he is, Mr. Big Shot recording artist," a blonde said, jumping up to envelop Blaine in a hug. Cheers and hugs went all around before Blaine stepped back and introduced Kurt.

"Everyone, this is Kurt. Kurt, these are the knuckleheads I grew up with." Blaine looked at Kurt and noticed the deep red flush that covered his face. Turning back to his friends, he saw dopey faces, all around. Before Blaine could say anything, a chorus of "Awwwwe" rose up.

"No, no, guys, it's not like that! Kurt works for me…" Blaine tried to explain.

"It's okay, Blainey Boy, you don't have to keep secrets from us! We're your brothers, man, you can tell us anything!" a short man with a round face said.

"He's telling the truth," Kurt said. "I do work for Blaine. I'm just here to accompany him to his interview on Thursday. We're just…friends," Kurt said. The crew wasn't buying what he was selling. One of the guys mouthed the word friends and did air quotes. Kurt hated when people used air quotes. "Look, Blaine, maybe I should head back to the hotel and leave you to your knuckleheads."

"Oh no you don't," a man Kurt would learn was named Wesley. "I speak for all of us when I apologize to you, Kurt. We'll leave it alone. We just want our boy, Blaine, to be happy, that's all. Come on, let's get you a drink. What are you having?"

"I'll have ice tea," Kurt said quietly.

"Water for me," Blaine said. No one said a word, but eyebrows were raised.

~oOo~

"Blaaaaaaaaaine, I just had three," Kurt held up four fingers in front of his face, causing his eyes to cross, "ice teas. Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, do youthinktherewassomethingint hoseteas? Do you Blaine, do you?" Kurt was able to stand only with Blaine's assistance. Quickly, Blaine decided that they'd not have much success walking back to the hotel in Kurt's current condition. He felt stupid calling a cab for a ten block ride, but he didn't have a choice.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you were drinking Long Island Ice Teas, Kurt. Come on, keep leaning on me until a cab comes by. We'll get you back to the hotel and to bed as soon as we can," Blaine said.

Kurt pulled his face away from Blaine's shoulder and tried to focus on his face. "Blaine. Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine."

"Yes Kurt?"

"You're pretty. So pretty."

"Thank you Kurt. You're pretty too."

"Do you shink tho? Think sho? Shink so?" Kurt kept trying combinations of words and none came out right.

Blaine laughed, "Yes, darlin' I do."

"Blaine. Blaine. You called me darlin'"

"I guess I did," Blaine said, readjusting his grip on Kurt's side. "Taxi!" he yelled out as he raised his free hand. A cabbie pulled over and got out to help Blaine load Kurt into the back seat. Blaine gave the directions and away they sped, all of ten blocks, to the hotel.

Once upstairs, Blaine guided Kurt to one of the beds, where Kurt immediately collapsed. "Kurt! Wake up, man! We need to get your pajamas on…" Realizing it was a lost cause, Blaine did what Kurt had done for him several nights before: he removed Kurt's shoes, covered him up, and left him to sleep peacefully in his clothes.

After tucking him in, Blaine reached down and placed a kiss on Kurt's forehead. Kurt squirmed in his sleep and mumbled, "Love you."

Blaine stood up and smiled. "Love you too," he whispered.

~oOo~

Kurt's eyes opened and the headache began. "Oh, god," were the first words out of his mouth. When he gained focus, he spied Blaine, dressed and sitting in a chair. On the table next to him was a big glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol, and two cups of coffee.

"Morning sunshine!" Blaine said just a little too brightly for Kurt's liking. "How's your head?"

Kurt moaned. "I don't think you have to be so loud. What time is it? Why do I feel like shit?"

"Let me refresh your memory," Blaine said. "Here's a conversation we had last night. I believe it went something like this: 'If you get drunk I'm leaving you there, am I clear?' Huh. Kind of ironic, isn't it? It's a good thing I don't subscribe to your tough rules, Kurt Hummel, because how would you have found your way back?" Blaine grinned. Even the happy look on his face made Kurt's head ache.

"The last thing I remember was drinking an ice tea with your incredibly loud friends. After that…"

"Oooo, I'll leave the details for another day, perhaps a day when you are feeling confident in yourself as a human. A day when you feel invincible," Blaine said with a grin.

"Was it that bad?" Kurt asked. Blaine responded with that stupid zip-his-lip and throw away the key thing again.

"I need food," Kurt said, sitting up in bed and attempting to swing his feet to the floor.

"So, seriously, you don't remember anything about last night?" Blaine asked as Kurt made his way to the bathroom.

"Nada," Kurt replied right before shutting the door. Blaine heard the shower start up.

"Damn," he whispered to himself, reveling in Kurt's pre-sleep confession.

~oOo~

May your week be productive and filled with joy. And puppies.

GirlFromTheWest xxoo