(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...
(Y/N)'s POV: I laid down for a few moments after the crash, unknowing of what state I was in. I opened my eyes prepared to face the reality of the situation, glass covered the floor like a sheet of ice in winter, sirens blasted somewhere far off in the city, it all seemed like a distance dream.
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I gathered the strength to pull myself together. I got up desperately searching myself for any injuries, I sighed deeply, the only evidence I had on me from the crash was simply just dirt. Kurt! I'd completely forgotten about him, I was going to fucking kill him! He'd completely lost it a few hours ago, he'd killed or harmed several homeless men and almost killed himself in the process. I stood up brushing myself off, the view from here was hypnotic, too bad I couldn't properly observe it due to the fact that I was standing next to a fucked up car and potentially a serial killer.
"Kurt! Kurt?", I shouted pacing around the almost empty parking lot, my voice echoing against the walls.
I looked back at the car, the windows were entirely smashed, it was missing a few tires, bloody discarded shards of glass pierced what remained of the tires. Wait blood? I found myself desperately wishing it to be from the homeless men Kurt had ran over. I walked cautiously towards the incident, my pulse beat louder than my footsteps, it was as if I already knew what I'd come to find. I bent down, wiping up some of the blood from the glass it smelt fresh and entirely revolting I gagged at the scent covering my mouth. Carefully, I opened the car door, well what remained of the car door, Kurt was lying against the seat, blood soaked and motionless. At once I jumped back, tears running down my face. I swiftly turned around vomitting at the sight, I found myself pacing back and forth again acting like a lunatic, taking dramatic breathes. I slowly turned around, inching my way back to Kurt i reached my shaking hand towards him desperately seeking a pulse beat. I waited for a few moments, my own beat going a million miles per hour. I fell back an awkward smile spreading across my face, Kurt was alive! We both were. I couldn't take him to the hospital, I knew the second I brought him in they'd suspect something. I reached into my pocket, finding my phone I dialed in the dreaded 10 digits also known as my mom's number.
(Timeskip)
My mother lived about 2 hours away from me, if not being for her career as a doctor I would've never called her but I guess desperate times call for desperate measures. I checked my phone, about an hour and a half had passed since I phoned her, I looked down at Kurt, who I'd placed across my lap, resisting the urge to murder him. I needed to think of an excuse fast...I closed my eyes in thought taping my fingers impatiently against the floor. *BUZZ BUZZ* Who the fuck was calling me at this hour. Boss?
"Hey boss what's up?", I asked nervously.
"Hey (Y/N)! Man what a crazy fucking coincidence, you and my no good son? That's fucking mental yo! Make sure to get some sleep in tonight you're gonna need that rest for your big night tomorrow! You all good?", He yelled enthusiastically over the phone.
No Kris I'm not ok, your son is quite literally dying, I'm about to meet my mom for the first time in a year and I totally forgot about the stupid concert also Brittany your promoter and my moderator is dead. Instead of saying my direct thoughts I simply said:
"Yes absulotely mental. Goodnight" and closed the phone.
As if this night couldn't get any worse it began to rain, drops falling endlessly ,a horrid wave of anxiety washed over me as I listened to the rain, what if Kurt really died? Looking down at him helplessly bleeding in my arms made me overlook the fact that he was a murderer, a physcopath, whatever! Please hurry up mom. As if hearing my thoughts I heard the familiar sound of my mom's engine pulling up. She practically fell out of the car, rushing towards me.
"(Y/N) my dear! I came as soon as I could! Get in quick! Don't worry about the details for now we can talk later", she said hurriedly, ushering me into the car.
"Mom!", I cried pointing down at Kurt.
She looked down in shock then at my tear covered face, "(Y/N) you don't need to explain anything now just put him in back and hop up front with me!"
(TIMESKIP)
(Kurt's POV)
I woke up to the sound of arguing, (Y/N)? Wait where the fuck was I?
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I looked around me I seemed to be in some kind of recording studio? I looked over to my left where a microphone and keyboard stood next to what I suspected to be some sort of amplifier or something. The room was painted black with white decor. Clothes ,records and a lot of other junk was scattered all across the floor, this definitely wasn't my room. A sharp pain in my abdomen cause the events of the previous nights to flood back to me, the crash, UnO, (Y/N), dad.
"You've never fucking been there for me, this is the biggest fucking night of my life, I can't miss it!", I heard a feminine voice yell.
It sounded a lot like (Y/N), I quite literally fell out of the bed onto the white carpet trying to find my feet. I reached for the door, I must've over estimated my own strength seeing as I swung the door open and landed face first onto the floor in the middle of (Y/N) and this other women's argument.
"Kurt!", (Y/N) rushed to my side.
"You! Should be in bed!", I heard an unfamiliar voice shout.
I looked up to see a woman that vaguely resembled (Y/N), she was probably twice her age, dressed in a white doctors uniform with a strict expression on her face. Could this be (Y/N)'s mom...
