Kurt rocked forward in his seat as they turned onto the street, his street, knowing that they were so close to the house and they could just get inside and lock the doors and not feel like they were about to be zombie food for a few minutes. He knew it was ridiculous, because eventually they'd have to deal with it more, but he needed to not think.
He barely waited for the car to get into the driveway, barely waited for Blaine to put it into park, when he threw the door open and got out, grabbing the gun to take with him.