"Kurt, wake up," Blaine said. He didn't take his eyes off of the road, but he shook Kurt's arm.
Kurt popped his head up. Blaine had barely pulled out of Kurt's driveway and Kurt was already dozing off. "I was just resting my eyes," he said.
Blaine laughed. "I'm sure. Are you hungry?" Blaine asked.
"I guess," Kurt replied. They were on their way from Lima to Cleveland, home of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. It was one of the last days of summer and they had wanted to visit before going back to New York. It was about 7 AM, and Cleveland was about three hours away. They knew they would need all day to get through the entire museum.
Blaine pulled into a coffee shop and they got out.
Kurt read the menu through tired eyes. "What do you want?" Blaine asked.
"I don't know," Kurt replied.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Do you want a sandwich?" Blaine asked.
"No. Too much fat," Kurt replied.
Blaine sighed. "A bagel?"
"No, I think I want a doughnut. And a very large coffee," Kurt replied.
Blaine thought about arguing that a doughnut is probably worse for you than a breakfast sandwich, but he was just glad Kurt made a decision and kept his mouth shut. He took out his wallet.
"Stop, you're driving to Cleveland. At least let me pay for breakfast," Kurt said.
Blaine, again, didn't want to argue.
Kurt paid for their breakfasts and they were back in the car. He ended up splitting his doughnut, smothered in chocolate, with Blaine, who gave him half of his bagel. They drove on to Cleveland, where they had a wonderful day at the museum.