Fifth Prompt Post
Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer
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Two days after Thanksgiving, Burt woke to find Carole's car parked halfway on Hal Everett's lawn with a trail of downed mail boxes behind it. He didn't even need to ask who did. Kurt fled the moment Burt entered his room, managing to dodge past him out into the hallway.
"Kurt," Burt called. "It's okay! Come back here."
He chased Kurt through the hall and caught up with him at the bottom of the stairs leading into the living room, grabbing his arm to stop him.
...and they were back to square one. Kurt was back to a rocking, quivering ball, making strange noises again.
Burt sighed and sat next to him, making sure to let go of Kurt's arm. "It's okay," he repeated. "I'm not mad about the car."
He wasn't. Not really. Kurt had a screwed up sense of right and wrong and probably thought nothing of taking the car for a joy ride. Burt shouldn't have been surprised by it, either, considering Kurt had expressed such an interest in driving just a few days ago. He just hadn't thought he'd take such initiative. Did that mean he was getting better?
"What's going on?" Carole padded down the stairs and blinked down at them. "What happened?"
"We've got to take your car into the shop," Burt said. "Kurt took it for a little spin earlier."
Carole's mouth opened, then closed. "Well," she finally said. "It looks like we'll have to start hiding the keys."
Rachel pulled Finn aside the first day back to school while in Glee and said, "Bring Kurt by my house."
"What, why?" Finn asked.
"I want to try something. It'll be good for him, I promise."
They were interrupted when Mr. Schue came in and started class. There was, as always, fighting and hurt feelings about who got the solo-Rachel, of course-while Kurt sat silently in the background. He said very little when there and sang not at all. Not even Brittany could get him to sing in front of the other kids, not unless one counted the times he had a screaming fit-to her, that was music.
As the teens began to file out of the room, Kurt, Rachel, and Finn leaving together, Santana hung behind, sending Brittany on her way with a smile and a wave.
"Mr. Schue," she said when the room had cleared. "Can I talk to you?"
He barely glanced at her as he gathered his things. "Santana, if this is about the solo-"
"No! No, it's...it's about Kurt. And Brittany."
Mr. Schue finally looked at her and frowned. "Kurt and Brittany?"
Santana shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah. I think there's something wrong."
"Okay. Why don't you have a seat?"
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