Blaine sighed as he tried to keep his dropping eyes on the passing pavement before him, hands sliding lazily up and down the steering wheel of the clunky old truck. He would glance to his right every now and then and stare at the tiny figure, curled up and sleeping with his face against the window. At this point, Blaine was enjoying the silence, first because he no longer had much of an idea of where they were and secondly because Kurt had been acting rather jumpy and edgy for the past few hours. They'd been heading north, and Kurt was growing increasingly uneasy
Kurt stared at the passing speed limit signs and light poles through half lidded eyes as he pretended to sleep against the cool window. The truth remained however that there were far too many thoughts going through Kurt's head for him to be able to sleep, the main thoughts being his father and Quinn. He had an aching feeling in his stomach every time he thought about them. For one thing, he had just left his father with no note, no explanation. He just took off as the whole town searched for him. He missed his crappy rundown house. And he just had no clue where Quinn was. She was just gone, she had always been there, since first fucking grade, and now she's just not. Kurt did get some peace of mind from her note, knowing that she was at least okay, which made him regret not leaving a note for his father even more.
Kurt honestly also felt weird about what had happened with Blaine, not that he hadn't enjoyed that whole thing, but it just felt... odd. Blaine was his friend, and a guy. Blaine had even thought he was completely straight, so Kurt could only imagine how weird it must have felt for him.
Kurt shook his head slowly; he was reading too much into it. He sighed and pretended to wake up, probably a bit too dramatically. "Morning," Blaine said with a failed attempt at enthusiasm. Kurt gave him a weak smile and an awkward kiss on the corner of his mouth. They had been driving for about three days, and had basically lost any idea of where they were. "Um, we need food, Blaine," Kurt said. Blaine nodded and got off the express way, pulling into a small shopping center in a little town about a half hour later.
They both piled out of the truck, with the little money Kurt had stowed in his guitar case, and walked to the back of the car. Kurt motioned towards a little run down picnic area a little way off from the road. Blaine gave him a confused look but headed there anyway. Kurt placed the guitar case down on the table and removed the old guitar from it. He sat down and handed it to Blaine, who began to strum a detailed progression that Kurt could tell already would be a beautiful song. Slowly and softly, Kurt began to sing some lyrics that Blaine and he had written a long time ago.
Kurt stopped there and looked at Blaine, who looked around to make sure they were alone, then leaned in and kissed him hard. "I know you're upset about leaving, but it's all gonna work out... Trust me, it will," Blaine said, barely inches from Kurts face. Kurt looked into his eyes in wonder of how Blaine could make him feel so much better with just a few simple words. Just the fact that they were together made it better, as sappy and cheesy as it was. They packed up Blue and walked into the small grocery store in the shopping center.
"Let's split up," Blaine said. "I'll get food and you get other the stuff we need, need," he emphasized again, "remember we're broke."
"Yep," Kurt grumbled, nodding as he walked in the opposite direction, mumbling about how it was his money after all.
Blaine walked towards the pathetic food area of the store, stopping in one isle out of Kurt's sight to look at the entire wall filled with various colored boxes of condoms. Blaine laughed to himself as he picked up a purple box that read 'grape flavored'. He held it as he walked over to the actual food.
Kurt dragged his feet over to some isle that had everything from toilet paper to painkillers. He walked to the end of the aisle and ran his eyes over the various brands of toothpaste, looking for the cheapest one. There was a girl standing off to the side in front of him with her blonde hair covering her face, reading the label on a bottle of vitamins. Kurt couldn't help but notice the small but distinct bump on her stomach. Kurt observed by her back that she couldn't be much older than him, especially judging by her height. Kurt was oddly shaken by this girl's teen pregnancy, not that he hadn't seen it before, but he had realized subconsciously that this girl reminded him of Quinn. Kurt sighed internally as the young pregnant girl took the bottle of prenatal vitamins and began walking towards the register, turning to walk past him. Kurt glanced at her face and froze. Dropping the several bottles of toothpaste that he hadn't even noticed he had picked up. She stared at him too, shock also in her eyes, but with more sadness.