There had been a horrible accident, resulting in tetraplegia of Burt, and involuntary infantilism and past memory loss in Kurt.
A while, maybe a week or so later, Kurt had finished some time in a recovery room and was on his way home with divorced and lonely Terri for the very first time. He barely remembered how he'd gotten in the position to meet them and begin living with them, but okay...
The car ride wasn't too quiet.
Kurt stared down at his outfit. It was so stupid, stupid enough to make him growl. The shirt did not... Absolutely, did not match these pants! He puffed his cheeks out in anger as he began to pout. He then beat his palms on the oversized carseat, tears leaking from his eyes while he gasped with fuss.
He kicked his legs back and forth, now tugging on the straps that were confining him to the seat. He was confined. Confined! He wanted out!
Kurt was now fully crying, with his cheeks extremely puffy and his eyes squinty red, while bouncing his fists and screaming random gabber. He would until he got his way. But what would his way mean, exactly? Oh, nevermind, he'd just bawl until someone entertained him.
He started slamming his fists on the cushiony carseat, screaming even louder. Someone must entertain him, or impress him, fascinate him, give him a present, something! He would continue to bawl until one of the above seemed to be happening.
Terri groaned. She was in a horrible situation. An infant-minded teenager throwing a sassy tantrum in the backseat, heavy traffic on the road. And man, was that kid persistent.
On a prolonged stoplight, she initiated a game of peek-a-boo as an attempt to occupy him. After a few gasps of "Boo!" she had successfully enticed him.
Kurt shrieked with laughter, patting his hands on his lap in excitement.
Her arms got tired, and that light would turn green pretty soon. She soon stopped the game at the peak of his joy so that it would last for the remainder of the ride.
Kurt saw a giant plush butterfly being tossed onto his lap. It was followed by a long wide-eyed caterpillar, a huge oval bumble bee, and a bunny in the seat next to him. What was this shit?
What in hell? What was this? Not what he wanted! He glared at the mix of cotton and colors all over the place, grimacing. Then he crossed his arms and pouted as before.
He was now overstimulated. Confined to the seat, unable to bounce or scoot around not even a tad. His back was seating badly. This outfit was worse than poop. These gigantic toys surrounded him way too much. The car seemed to suffocate him. He wanted out! He wanted out now!