(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) sighed, an expression of neither delight or anger rested on her face, her meetings with Kurt often began like this- he'd mention her name, she'd turn around and a partially humane conversation would play out. However, this time (Y/N) was at a loss for words, it wasn't like she'd done anything wrong or done anything to offend Kurt. She couldn't blurt out her undying feelings for him or how angry she was at the lack of words he had during his trial due to the unamused guard by his side.
"You've got ten minutes, any attempt of physical contact will be immediately written down as assault, any attempt of inhumane behaviour will be noted down as an offense", the guard slammed the door.
(Y/N) looked up from the table, Kurt stood staring down at the floor. An eerie tension hung in the air, the two felt like complete idiots...they knew full well that they were wasting the precious ten minutes that could potentially save their life. The clock ticked impatiently behind them, "(Y/N) you know you didn't - you shouldn't", Kurt began. (Y/N) averted her gaze to his cuffed hands, whenever he usually spoke to her he'd make some awkward hand gesture- she'd noticed it during their time at the club dirt.
"Kurt I livestreamed the whole thing", (Y/N) confessed unable to face him.
"But your brand everything you worked for?"
"Kurt- I don't care about any of that, I don't care...I don't care about Kris...I don't care about singing...I don't care about my mom. Kurt I love you so fucking much it fucking hurts, I don't care anymore if you murder people. Kurt just let me lie to the police, play along with my act! You can go back to streaming, killing people, I don't care! I'll do anything for you! Think of all the views you'd get after you're free from prison, Kurt you'd go viral! That's what you want right?", (Y/N) laughed, she'd got nothing left to loose except from Kurt.
"(Y/N) I've already told the police everything, I asked the guard if I could come tell you in person." Silence.
. . . "You idiot, you fucking idiot Kurt! How could you! I fucking love you, I'll do anything for you, Kurt I'd rip everyone of those fucking guards throats out if it meant that I could be with you or at least if it granted you your freedom! I'd fucking kill for you. " Silence. . . . "(Y/N) you're not the same, I don't know if I loved you or what I felt for you when you got in the back of my spree but you've changed for no fucking good reason." Silence . . . "I've changed? These past two days have been unforgettable trauma for me Kurt, I can change if that's what you want from me...I- can forget Britta- ", (Y/N) broke down in tears, unable to say Brittany's name.
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"I didn't mean to- I never asked", her words faded out as she collapsed into a mess of tears.
"I don't love you (Y/N), I never have- you were just good content. My viewers liked you not me. I guess together we would've made a um decent couple, for the media that is, I just can't love someone like you."
