𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲

ღ. 𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅

I'm not sure if this is angst, but don't worry, no one dies in this story. I just finished watching Spree and got inspired, lol.
 
AU!Steddie meets Kurt.

TW: Homophobic Slur

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"I told you, Steve, let's just use this Spree app."

"Whatever, we don't have a choice anyways. But if I die because of this stranger danger driver, it'll be your fault." Eddie snickered, clicking the app on his phone. "Calm down, babe, it's not that much different from riding a taxi. The only difference is, it's online shit."
 
"Nope, that online driver could fake it and kill us."
 
Eddie lightly shakes his head. "You should really stop watching thriller movies, especially documentaries."
 
"I'm just saying, it's more dangero-." A car beeped, cutting Steve off and making his body jolt.
 
What the fuck? The Spree driver looks exactly like… him.
                
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Kurt received a notification from his phone.                               

"Hm, Eddie, huh? He's just a couple of blocks out here, guys." Kurt looks at the camera while speaking.

He drives around following the GPS; he arrived quickly because he's not far from Eddie's location.

Kurt rolled down the car window, peeking his head out. "Eddie? Is that you?" Kurt called out.

Eddie flabbergasted, "What the hell? You didn't tell me you have a twin." Eddie nudged Steve, who was narrowing his eyes at Kurt.
 
 "Yeah, no, I don't trust this guy," Eddie sighs, grabbing Steve's wrist and dragging him to the car. Eddie sat in the front seat while Steve sat in the back.
 
 Steve noticed the cameras around him. "Why are there a lot of cameras in here?" Steve asked suspiciously.
 
 "Oh, uh, it's for my safety," Kurt answered while driving.

Steve raised his eyebrows unconvinced: "Really? This is for safety? Who's safety exactly? You could've put one dashcam, but four? Sounds shady to me."

Eddie looked at Steve with his doe eyes, the look that Steve can never resist. "Steve, please stop." Steve scoffs, shifting his gaze away from Eddie.

"I'm sorry about my boyfriend; he's just been watching a lot of documentaries." Steve rolled his eyes, looking at the window.
 
"Boyfriend?" Kurt asked Eddie. "Yes, boyfriend, partner, lover, significant other. Got a problem with that?" Steve answered.
 
Kurt nods his head in disagreement. "Oh, no, no, I don't have a problem with gay people. Wanna listen to some music?" Eddie's eyes glinted; he loves music.
 
Eddie's eyes glinted; he sure loves music. He nodded his head, indicating that he wants some music. Kurt turned on the mixtape from his phone, connecting it to his car.
 
"Do you like it? I made that," Kurt said while bobbing his head and vibrating with the music. "Yeah, it's cool, but I'm more into metal."
 
"Oh, you're a metalhead; this is perfect." Kurt switched the music to Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth. "Holy shit! You've got a great taste in music." Eddie turned up the volume.
 
 Eddie and Kurt are banging their heads, enjoying the music, while Steve is slumping down to his seat. He crosses his arms, getting a little jealous at the sight of Eddie and Kurt. Eddie's smiling and laughing, and he's not the reason why he's happy, but Kurt is the reason, who very much looks like him. He's very irritated by it, and he just wants Eddie's attention.

Kurt's live stream chat was flooded with slurs saying things such as 'kill the fags," 'make a sex tape with the long-haired fag," and people calling Kurt a fag. Kurt's not really new to the chats; it's always like that. Someone donated and said to make out with Eddie; the chats went crazy, saying to just kill instead, but a lot of people on the chat agreed to the request of the donor. Kurt checked Steve in the rear-view mirror; he could see annoyance painted all over Steve's face.

"Hey, do you have Instagram?" Kurt asks loudly. "Nope, but Stevie does," Eddie replies while turning down the volume a little.
 
"Oh, really? How many followers have you got?" Kurt looks back at Steve. "None of your business," the latter replies, rolling his eyes at him.

"You seem to really hate me; calm down and drink some water; I have one back there." Steve looked for the water; there were like seven bottles left.
 
"Oh, you have water? Can I have some?" Eddie asked Kurt. "No, there's only one left." Steve pursed his lips. but there are seven bottles in here? Steve thought
 
"Me and Stevie can share."
 
"No, no, don't drink one."

That confirmed Steve's suspicions about Kurt: "Okay, that's it, Eddie, we're getting out. Stop the damn car." Eddie wrinkled his nose in confusion: "What? We are almost there."
 
"Almost to our death, yes. Let us out, Kurt."

"No, wait, Stevie."

Kurt stopped the car and said, "What's up with you, dude? I'm not a bad guy."
 
 "Whatever, let's go, Eddie."

Steve opened the car door. He turned around to tell Eddie to get the fuck out, but instead he could see Eddie's lips pressed against Kurt's lips. Eddie didn't kiss back; he would never, but he was too stunned to even move a muscle. Once he regained control over his body, he pushed Kurt away. Eddie looks at Steve's seat; he's no longer there. Eddie spotted Steve running away, so he sprints out, trying to catch Steve.

"And that's the lesson, everyone. Don't take your eyes off your partner." Kurt smirks at the camera, puts his sunglasses on, and drives away blasting a gummy bear song.
 
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