[Corrigan lets the music play, lets Kurt sleep as they drive through the flat fields of the Midwest, farther and farther from the dingy motel rooms that had been Kurt's life for god knows how long. They stop on the edge of Chicago proper, before the corn fields have fully given way to brownstones and buildings, at another hotel. This one is significantly cleaner, though it's still understated and anonymous, rooms facing a center parking lot. Corrigan tends to prefer a hotel with a lobby and elevator, but he'll take the lack of scrutiny over luxury this time.
He lets Kurt sleep as he checks in and unloads the two large designer suitcases. Then he opens the passenger side door and easily scoops Kurt into his arms, blanket and all.] Time to wake up, baby.
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He lets Kurt sleep as he checks in and unloads the two large designer suitcases. Then he opens the passenger side door and easily scoops Kurt into his arms, blanket and all.] Time to wake up, baby.