"This isn't the way to my fucking house, Kurt." Confusion rises in your tone as he continues to drive, his calm smile unwavering. His deep brown eyes widen as if they're glimmering with excitement when he processes your words.

Kurt increases the car's acceleration, his gaze swiftly going from the cameras before turning his head to look at you in the dimly lit backseat. "Ohh, Not your home. My home." He states calmly, and you never realized how ominous his soft, round eyes could be until now. He gives you a moment to process, repeating "My home." to you before looking forward at the road, smiling triumphantly to himself.