Fuck, okay so this is turning out longer than I thought and I'm like falling asleep (I'm so, so bad with deadlines). So please accept my sincerest apologies in the form of a small teaser from the next part:
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His feet are sore as he steps out onto the driveway, for a moment he’s thankful that they remembered to grab some slippers but then almost immediately he punches that feeling down as he grabs onto his anger. They should be thankful. Should be thankful he didn’t break everything like he wanted. Should be thankful he didn’t grab a match and light the fucking house–
“Kurt? You coming?”
Kurt snaps out of it, looks up to see Carole, her eyes are wet, hands fidgeting like she wants to reach out. She’s learned. Good.
They’re still watching him and he realizes he hasn’t moved from the side of the car, hands buried in his pockets. He shakes himself and starts walking forward, ignoring them as he passes.
