(Y/N)'s POV:
The police stayed for what seemed like years, they questioned me, searched my apartment, the whole time I thought about the guy who potentially murdered Brittany.
The police left at 5am telling me I'd be the first to know if they found out anything about Brittany.
I checked my phone, damn I've got work in three hours, was there even any point in going? No, I couldn't lose everything i'd worked for, not now. I poured myself a glass of wine, well what I thought was a glass. The events had fucked me up, one glass eventually became 5 and after another 4 more I passed out. The bottle leaking onto the carpet, the exact place I sat at the time of Brittany's death.
(Timeskip 2 hours)
A loud knock on the door awoke me. Part of me was desperate for it to be Brittany but I knew if I got my hopes up to high I'd be driven into even deeper despair. I opened the door, two police officer's stood,
"Miss (L/N)-" ,they began.
"I know what you're here to say", I said quickly.
I shut the door in front of them slowly. Last night really happened then. I was living in a reality where I was hungover, filthy and friendless. What a way to start the morning.
At around 9:30 my boss called. Shit.
"Hey (Y/N) where are you rehearsals started 30 minutes ago! You good?", My boss yelled.
"Hey, sorry I just um my car crashed last night and I um had to call a spree. It's just taking a while to get here, I'll be there in about 40", I lied closing the phone.
Now that I come to think of it calling a spree probably wasn't a bad idea, driving in my state definitely wasn't a good idea and I could definitely use the company of a stranger right now, I'd always found it easier to spill my guts to someone who I potentially had no chance of ever seeing again. I selected my driver and began my stressful morning routine, I couldn't let previous events distract me to much,it could damage my image and entirely mess up my career. I had all off tonight to cry about it...or so I thought.
(Kurt's POV)
I finished restocking some of the water bottles in my car, that girl last night and seriously made a mess. I finished cleaning up my car when I got a notification from the Spree app.
A guy named Mario needed me to pick him up, this should be fun...
(TIMESKIP)
"Hey man you like this music?", I asked Mario.
"It works ", he shrugged.
Someone's in a bad mood.
"It slaps man! I made this beat!", I smirked, readjusting my shades.
No reply. I smirked turning it up louder.
"Does rush hour always start at 2pm in this fucking city?", Mario asked in an annoyed tone.
"I-"
"Either fix it or shut the fuck up", yelled Mario.
We sat waiting in traffic for a few minutes; my phone pinged.
Some girl named (Y/N) had requested a lift. Maybe some company other than this headache wouldn't be too bad besides two kills would definitely spice things up for my viewers.
After a couple more minutes we began driving again.
"What the fuck man you just missed our exit", Mario yelled again.
"I gotta pick up another passenger", I answered unbothered.
"I'm late enough already, I've got a girl waiting for me you incel!"
"Yeah well I've got a girl waiting for me to pick her up and her name's (Y/N)", I replied shutting him up for a few minutes.
We turned into the car park,
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Spree (Kurt kunkle X reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) is a 24 year old singer, she has a huge platform and a ton of followers. The day before one of her biggest performance's she meets a certain spree driver , at first everything seems normal and she thinks nothing of him until she remember...
