Third person POV:
The day began in a dreary manor, rain beat heavily against the cell window, (Y/N) sat restlessly on the edge of the prison bed. She ran her fingers through her matted hair, splashing her face with ice cold water. Her eyes stares blankly at the wall ahead, her mind felt empty. The lost 8 hours of sleep had kept the young girl thinking,thinking about the empty, heartless words spoken to her, moments before she was shoved dismissively into a rotting cell.
Dismissively,like the way Kurt entirely dismissed her feelings, yes she may have lost it, she may have undergone some changes mentally but what did he expect? She'd watched countless people die, been a breath away from death herself and been discarded by her own mother once again.
"Miss (L/N), it's time"
The cell door was pushed open, two armed guards stood on each side of the doorway.
(Y/N) stood up willingly, pushing all empty thoughts to the back of her head, she knew her fate. She'd publicly announced herself guilty, her word seemed a lot more trustworthy than Kurt's she was sure of it!
The walk to the trial seemed to take years, fellow prisoners smirked, shouted, laughed at (Y/N) as she passed them.
"Maybe you can sing your way out of the trial or somethin ?", One yelled.
The girl stopped in her tracks, if she served the rest of her lifetime in prison she'd never be able to sing. All her life she'd wanted to be a famous singer, as childish as her dream sounded she knew it was all she ever wanted in life. Would she really give it all up for ...Kurt?
The trial began two hours after the arrival of (Y/N). Every now and then she'd whisper something into her lawyers ear followed by a smirk earning herself many disapproving looks.
The stern face judge appeared clearing his throat announcing the beginning of the court.
"Miss (L/N), you claimed to have drugged Mr Kunkle. May I ask how and why you did that?"
(Y/N) stood up an unamused look on her face, "because "Mr Kunkle" was an easy target, I was just bored I guess"
The judge gave her a questioning look before moving onto the next question,
" Mr Kunkle were you aware of what (Y/N) was doing"
"Yeahh so that's not what happened. She got in my car, I killed Bobby bud Lee and now she's like traumatised or something she's insane . That's @ bobbybasecamp y'all should drop him a follow cuz I'm currently running his account,it's pretty cool actually he's got a ton of followers! Oh and if you're filming or taking pictures during this trial, tag me @ Kurtsworld96!", Kurt replied carelessly with his usual awkward hand montions due to the fact that Unlike (Y/N)'s his hands were free.
(Y/N) rose from her seat violently knocking down various pieces of paper in the process, "don't listen to him, he's drugged! I never got into his car, he got into my car!"
"Miss (Y/N) you don't even own a driving license..."
(Y/N) blushed before clearing her throat, "I mean my mom's car..."
"Miss (Y/N), why was a citizen you have no connection with getting into your mom's car?"
"My mom's an Uber driver! she like drives people"
"According to our records your mom's a doctor"
"No she's not! She's a stupid uber driver earning minimum wage!"
"(Y/N) your mother earns a decent amount of money from her work as a doctor"
(Y/N) sat down, running her hand through her hair as the judge announced a 10 minute break.
Kurt looked over to (Y/N) as she asked "if she could refresh herself in the ladies room" he cringed at her terminology.
"Could I use the bathroom?", He asked his lawyer who replied with an unbothered grunt.
He made his way out of the court close behind (Y/N), waiting for her to turn the corner before pushing her against the wall.
"Hey! what the -", (Y/N) began before getting silenced by Kurt's hand.
Her eyes were wide in shock as he loosened his grip on her. He reached into his back pocket pulling out a gun, a single bullet in place.
"Are you gonna...shoot me?", (Y/N) questioned making sure to lower her voice.
"Uhh no. It's for the judge, the second I fire it run. Go out of the side door and use the back exit "
"No no no Kurt not without you", (Y/N) whispered ,her eyes filling with tears.
"I'll - I'll exit through the main door, I'll meet you at the hotel opposite the court. We'll get an Uber or something and I don't know like go to London or somewhere.", Kurt hurriedly replied quietly.
"London? Kurt we can't take an Uber to London. We could always take it to the subway!", (Y/N) laughed shortly knowing that such a fantasy could never be reality.
"Yeah ok we'll um do that then. We should get back to the trial."
(Y/N) grabbed his wrist, "Wait. Your not really going to do this are you?"
"Yeah! You know the trials being livestreamed?", Kurt replied with a smirk.
"I thought you didn't...love.", (Y/N) stopped mid- sentence afraid that she might cringe at her coming words.
"Yeahh so I don't know...I just felt like I had more of a chance of convincing the cops that this was my fault if I pretended to dislike you but uh I guess I don't-."
(Y/n) broke down in uncontrollable tears falling to the floor, her hands still tightly gripped to his wrist, pulling Kurt down to her level. She pressed her lips passionately against his, shutting her eyes tightly forgetting her cuffed hands and nauseating prison suit. Kurt kissed her back slightly stunned at her sudden movement, the two broke apart after a minute gasping for breath.
"We should go...", (Y/N) whispered breathlessly.
Kurt rolled off (Y/N), pulling her up off the concrete floor. The two made their way back to the trial in silence, taking their seats at the opposite ends of the room.
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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...
