"Want me to take over?" Kurt asked Blaine, who was now going about 40 down a major highway. It was now 11:00 at night. They had been driving for about 5 hours. The boys were on the way back from New York, moving a bunch of stuff out of Kurt's apartment for the summer.
"No, I'm good," Blaine said sleepily. "I took over for you two hours ago. Go back to sleep." Blaine yawned big as another truck honked at him while passing their vehicle.
"I think we need to stop," Kurt said.
"We're only three hours from home. We can make it," Blaine said.
"Please pull off. I'm tired. I don't want to fall asleep only to wake up as our car is careening into a ditch because you fell asleep at the wheel," Kurt pleaded. Blaine sighed.
"Fine," Blaine said. He pulled off at the next exit, which just so happened to lead them into the middle of nowhere somewhere in Pennsylvania. It was about 10 minutes until they came across the Butterfly Inn, a little yellow, quaint building. They parked, grabbed their suitcases, and stepped inside.
"Hello boys. I'm Susan. Do you need a room?" an elderly woman asked at the front desk.
"Yes, please," Kurt said. They paid for the very inexpensive room and were given their keys. The room was colorful and full of flowers. They went into their routines of getting ready for bed and both laid down. Kurt sighed deeply.
"What?" Blaine asked.
"I like it here," he said.
"Kurt, we've been here for 20 minutes," Blaine said, giggling.
"Yeah, but it's peaceful and kind of romantic," Kurt said.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Blaine said.
"Can we go exploring tomorrow?" Kurt asked.
"Of course," Blaine replied. They said their goodnights and fell into a peaceful sleep.