Kendall Jenner Short Imagines

Met Gala

The night of the Met Gala was electric. The air buzzed with excitement, and New York City felt alive in a way that only nights like these could make possible. From your suite at The Carlyle, you watched as the final touches were made to your outfit—a custom gown that seemed to shimmer with every movement you made. The soft rustle of the fabric against your skin sent a thrill through you. Tonight wasn't just any night. It was the Met Gala, and you were going with Kendall Jenner by your side.

As you slipped on the final piece of jewelry—a delicate bracelet that caught the light just so—you turned to find Kendall already waiting. She stood near the full-length mirror, adjusting the last details of her ensemble. She looked like she belonged on another plane of existence, draped in a sleek, custom couture dress that hugged her figure in all the right ways. Her eyes found yours in the reflection, and for a moment, the world outside the room faded away.

"You look breathtaking," she said softly, her voice rich with admiration. The corners of her mouth curved into a small smile as she took a step closer, her fingers gently brushing your arm.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at her words, even though Kendall was the one stealing breaths tonight. "I could say the same about you," you replied, letting your gaze linger over her. She was radiant, the kind of beauty that stopped time, and in this moment, it felt like it was just the two of you in the universe.

A knock on the door pulled you from the intimate bubble you'd created. Your driver was waiting, the car ready to take you to the most glamorous event of the year. Kendall took your hand, her fingers warm against yours as you made your way down the grand staircase of the hotel. Paparazzi were already gathering outside, flashes going off like stars, but none of it mattered when she was holding your hand, grounding you in the moment.

In the back of the sleek black car, the world outside blurred as the two of you sat close, your knees brushing. Kendall turned to you, her dark eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and something deeper. "You ready for this?"

You smiled, feeling a thrill of nervousness and anticipation in your chest. "As long as I'm with you."

The Met steps were a whirlwind of lights, cameras, and the most dazzling fashion in the world. As your car pulled up, the flashes were almost blinding. The doors opened, and for a second, you felt the weight of the moment—how grand it all was. But then Kendall was beside you, her hand slipping into yours as you stepped out into the sea of cameras. Her presence made you feel like you could take on anything.

As you walked the red carpet, the two of you were in sync, every movement perfectly timed. Photographers called out your names, but all you could think about was how natural it felt to be beside her, how easy it was to forget the world when it was just the two of you. You paused for pictures, Kendall's arm around your waist, pulling you close in that protective, loving way she had. You could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her dress, a silent reminder that this wasn't just some glamorous event—you were sharing it with her.

After what felt like a blur of flashing lights and calls of your names, you finally made your way inside, the grandeur of the Met's entrance unfolding before you. The soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the air, but even here, surrounded by the most famous faces in the world, all you could see was Kendall.

She turned to you, her eyes soft with affection, and reached up to brush a stray hair behind your ear. "I'm so glad you're here with me," she whispered, her voice low enough that only you could hear. There was something intimate in her gaze, a quiet moment of tenderness that made your heart skip.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," you replied, leaning in just enough that your foreheads touched briefly, a silent promise exchanged between the two of you.

The evening unfolded like a dream. The two of you moved through the gala hand-in-hand, greeted by familiar faces and old friends, but always returning to each other's side. You laughed together, shared knowing glances when something funny happened, and stole quiet moments in the corners of the grand halls, just the two of you.

Later, after the dinner and the performances, after the excitement of the night began to fade into the soft glow of the evening, you found yourselves on the Met's rooftop terrace. The view of the city stretched out before you, lights twinkling like diamonds against the velvet night. The world felt far away up here, with only the soft hum of the party behind you.

Kendall pulled you closer, wrapping her arms around you as the cool breeze swept over the terrace. "This is perfect," she murmured, her voice low and intimate in the quiet night.

You leaned into her, resting your head on her shoulder, the scent of her perfume wrapping around you like a warm embrace. "It really is," you whispered, feeling the weight of the night settle into your bones, but in the best way possible.

As you stood there together, the city sprawling beneath you, you realized this wasn't just a night you'd remember because of the glamour or the fame. It was one of those rare, beautiful moments in life where everything felt right—where you were exactly where you were supposed to be, with the person you were meant to be with.

Kendall turned to you, her lips curving into a soft smile before she kissed you, slow and tender. It was a kiss that tasted of promise, of every adventure you had yet to share together, of nights like this where the world seemed to stop just for you. When she pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, and in the silence that followed, words weren't needed.

This was everything.