“I’m sure they won’t.” Kurt yawned and let his eyes slip shut, squeezing Dave’s hand. “I think you tired me out. I’m going to nap okay? When we get back to Dalton maybe we can figure out how I’m go to survive until next Friday without kissing you again.”
He snorted. “Deal. Go to sleep fancy.”
He turned the radio down and started to hum to himself. Best weekend ever.