A/N: A new chapter already? What am I on, do you ask? Nothing. Just life and Klainey goodness.

"What?" Burt raised an eyebrow at his son.

"A Road Trip," he repeated, a nervous grin on his face.

"Why on earth would you want to go on a road trip?" Finn asked, looking over at his mother. "I mean…what about university?"

Blaine grinned easily. "We want to take a gap year," he glanced over at Burt. "If that's okay with you,"

Burt gave a long sigh. "A road trip for a year?"

Kurt nodded. "We're thinking of spending the first quarter of the year travelling Australia – we'll buy a pretty dodgy car down there and travel the country, then fly back here – make a pit stop home and then travel the rest of America, then if we have time we'll go to the UK or something…"

Carole looked impressed. "I can tell you boys have put a lot of thought into this…"

"I…" Burt started, but caught Carole's hard gaze. "I'll need to think about it,"

Blaine and Kurt looked defeated for a moment.

"Look boys," Carole said softly, and Kurt looked up expectantly. "You write us up a loose plan – how many people are going, where you're going to visit and where you're going to stay…then we'll sit down and talk about the logistics of this."

Blaine grinned. "No problem,"

^.^

Two weeks passed before Blaine and Kurt had a proper plan. They presented it to Kurt's parents.

"What about your parents Blaine – have you talked to them,"

Blaine scratched the back of his head. "I don't really talk to my parents anyway…"

"Don't you live with them?" Carole asked, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"No," Blaine pulled a grin that didn't really reach his eyes. "I got emancipated a couple of years ago – I've been living in an apartment with some guys, but I'm not really there at all – mostly I stay at Dalton,"

Burt's eyes widened. He didn't know much about Blaine – only that he was the dapper boy that seemed to have good intentions as he fell head over heels for his son. He didn't realise things were that bad with his parents.

"Oh honey. You know you're welcome to stay with us whenever," Carole said sympathetically, and Blaine shook his head.

"That's all right," Blaine grinned charmingly. "But thank you for the offer,"

Kurt looked on fondly at the interaction between Blaine and his own parents. Even after a year and a half, Burt was still a bit weirded out by their relationship; Carole was excited and supportive of them. It made Kurt grin every time Carole modelled a scarf or an outfit to Blaine.

Kurt didn't have the heart to tell her that Blaine wasn't a stereotypical gay.

"Let's get back to the issue at hand," Burt said, sitting down in his favourite chair. "We've looked over this," Burt waved the paper.

Carole looked slightly upset. "I'm sorry boys…"

"We can't let you go,"

Blaine's face dropped slightly – the only indication he was upset. Kurt however, looked outraged.

"Why not?"

Burt and Carole gave each other a glance.

"You don't trust us…is that it?" Kurt muttered, pacing.

"Kurt, I'm sure that's not it," Blaine said softly, taking his arm gently. "Your parents have their reasons…we can just take a trip to the coast or something,"

"I don't want a trip to the coast," Kurt muttered sulkily.

"We do trust you," Carole amended. "It's just…"

Kurt watched her expectantly.

"We don't trust you…together," Burt tried and Carole smacked him on the arm, confirming the fact that it was true.

Kurt's jaw practically hit the floor, and Blaine even closed his eyes in what appeared to be shock.

"Right," Blaine muttered stiffly. He was offended. "Well, I'll be off. We can discuss this trip to the coast another time."

Kurt was seething. He waved Blaine off – too furious to even see his boyfriend to the door. The door closed behind Blaine and Kurt exploded.

"What the hell?" Kurt growled, narrowing his eyes at his parents. "How could you say that in front of him?"

Carole and Burt faltered. "Well?"

"We…don't trust him…" Burt muttered. "We trust you just fine,"

"We've been dating for over a year. Have you seen me coming home crying – or even a little upset? Do you think I would want to spend a year alone with him if I didn't trust him myself?" Kurt was all but yelling. This was so unfair. "He's returned me home by ten every night we've been out. He always makes sure I'm safe, and he loves me! What gives you the right to not trust him!"

"Kurt, calm down!" Burt said firmly, and Kurt flopped onto the couches.

Kurt didn't say anything. He stared at the wall, his eyes narrowed.

"Maybe…" Carole looked over at Burt. "Maybe we can come to some arrangement,"

Kurt's eyes lit up slightly. "You'll think it over tonight?"

Burt gave a massive sigh. "Alright. Please apologise to Blaine for us – we didn't mean to…offend him,"

Kurt smiled. "Thank you,"

He started up to his room, whipping his phone out.

The guilt trip worked.

He pulled out his pyjamas and pulled them on as he waited for a reply.

Blaine (6:40) I figured as such…kinda stung a bit.

I'm sorry. I didn't think they would say something like that in front of you.

Kurt lay on his bed, tucking the covers around himself tightly.

Blaine (6:46) Nah, it's okay. I'll be over tomorrow at 7?

7 is too early. Make it eight.

Kurt grinned to himself, shutting his phone and placing it on the side table. He and Blaine would make this road trip. They had to.

His phone rang loudly, and he quickly answered it, grinning when he saw who was calling.

"Yes gorgeous?"

"I'm coming over at seven," Kurt could practically hear the grin on his lips.

"But why?" Kurt complained, setting his alarm for six-thirty.

No matter how hard waking up early was, he wouldn't dare let Blaine corner him with bed-hair. Not yet, at least.

"Well, we need to talk to your parents again – and then we need to figure out how to tackle the rest of our social circle. I mean…our groups won't be happy. We had high hopes for the future,"

"We still have high hopes for the future…they're just being postponed," Kurt countered.

Blaine laughed. "Of course, of course,"

There was a silence - comfortable and serene. They didn't need to talk. Kurt lay against his pillows, his eyes closed and his breathing steady.

In his house, Blaine leant against the kitchen table, his eyes closed.

"Talking to your boyfriend?" a voice called and Blaine's eyes shot open.

He flushed. "Yeah…Hold on Kurt - Jared's just come home,"

"Oh,"

"I'll call you back,"

"Okay, love you,"

Blaine grinned. "Love you back,"

Jared shot a squinty look at Blaine, one eyebrow raised.

"What?"

"Nothing…nothing," Jared grinned, "Am I the first one home?"

"Umm, yeah. Unless Mason is upstairs sleeping."

"He's not – I was texting him earlier,"

Blaine nodded, returning to his microwaved dinner. Jared was silent for a moment.

"You got any plans?"

Blaine sighed. "Not really,"

"Can we hang out?"

Blaine looked at his phone sadly, then sent a quick text.

^.^

Blaine (8:49) I got roped into spending time with Jared. We'll talk tomorrow, at SEVEN! Love you!

Kurt sighed. He was looking forward to their chat. He pocketed his phone and lay against the pillows.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!"

Finn pressed the door open gently.

"Kurt…I need to talk to you about something…"

A/N: What the hell does Finn want? This feels slow going. Don't worry, I'll pick it up :P