Kendall Jenner Short Imagines

Sister Drama

The sleek, modern lines of Kylie's sprawling mansion were almost hidden behind the tall palms and perfectly manicured hedges, but it was hard to miss the sprawling luxury that defined every inch of her home. You sat beside Kendall in the car, her fingers nervously tapping against her leg as you pulled up to the house. She hadn't said much on the drive over, but you knew exactly what was weighing on her mind. Today was supposed to be a fun sisters' day with Kylie and Khloé, but you both knew the real reason for this impromptu gathering. The fight with Kourtney had been simmering for weeks, and Kylie and Khloé were determined to play peacemakers.

Kendall glanced at you, her jaw tight. "You don't have to come in. I know this is going to be awkward."

You reached over, gently squeezing her hand. "I'm not leaving you to deal with this alone. Besides, I've dealt with worse than a Kardashian-Jenner family fight."

She let out a soft laugh, but the tension in her shoulders didn't ease. "I just... I hate that this is still happening. Kourtney's been all over my friend group, and it's like she doesn't even realize how much she's suffocating me."

You nodded, feeling a flicker of protectiveness rise within you. Kourtney had been pushing boundaries lately, inserting herself into every hangout, trip, and event Kendall had planned with her own friends. It wasn't just annoying—it was personal. And it was causing a rift between the sisters.

"Let's just see how this plays out," you said softly, though you knew in your gut that the day wasn't going to end without some serious drama.

As you and Kendall stepped out of the car, the familiar sight of Kylie's house loomed before you, but what you didn't expect was the figure standing at the entrance—Kourtney. She stood there, arms crossed, her expression unreadable but tense.

"Great," Kendall muttered under her breath. "They tricked me."

You gave her a reassuring look, but the air felt heavier with every step closer to the door. Kourtney uncrossed her arms as the two of you approached, but she didn't say anything. The silence was palpable, almost deafening.

Kylie's voice cut through the awkwardness. "Heyyy, you guys made it!" She bounced toward you with her usual energy, giving both you and Kendall quick hugs before ushering everyone inside. "We thought it'd be fun to just, like, chill, you know? Sisters' day." She flashed a wide smile, but you could see the nerves behind it. She knew this was a setup, and so did everyone else.

Khloé appeared next, pulling Kendall into a hug. "How's my girl? You good?" she asked, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

"I was," Kendall mumbled, throwing a pointed look at Kourtney, who had taken a seat on the couch, her phone already in her hand, acting as if nothing was wrong.

"Come on, guys, let's just sit," Kylie chirped, gesturing for everyone to gather in the living room. You all followed, and it wasn't long before the tension became unbearable. The lights from the cameras flared, capturing everything—every raw emotion, every unsaid word, every sharp glare. The camera crew were all set up to begin filming, everyone was mic'ed up, and then,

Khloé was the first to speak up, her tone cautious but direct. "So, we should probably talk about the giant, like, elephant in the room. Kendall, Kourtney, you two need to figure this out."

Kendall let out a frustrated sigh, leaning forward. "I don't even know why we're here talking about this again. Kourtney knows what she did, and I've already told her how I feel."

Kourtney raised an eyebrow, her voice flat. "What did I do that was so bad, Kendall? You're acting like I murdered someone. I went on a trip with you and your friends. Big deal."

"It is a big deal!" Kendall snapped, her voice rising. "You weren't even invited. You just showed up and acted like it was your trip. You made it so awkward with my friends!"

"Oh my God," Kourtney sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "You're being so extra right now. I was just trying to spend time with you. And if your friends don't like me, maybe that says more about them."

Kendall's hands clenched into fists. "They like you fine, Kourtney. But they're my friends. You don't need to be in every single hangout I have. It's like you don't even respect my space."

Khloé jumped in, her voice placating. "Okay, okay, let's take a breath. Kourt, I think what Kendall's saying is that sometimes it feels like you're, like, overstepping."

"Overstepping?" Kourtney repeated, her eyes narrowing. "I'm her sister, Khloé. Am I not allowed to hang out with her and her friends?"

"That's not what we're saying, Kourt," you chimed in, trying to stay calm. "It's just that Kendall needs her own space sometimes. It's not about you—it's about her needing boundaries."

Kourtney's eyes snapped to you, her face hardening. "Oh, please. Like you're one to talk about boundaries. You're always tagging along with her everywhere like some lost dog."

You blinked, stunned by the sudden turn of her words. "Excuse me?"

Kendall shot up from her seat, her anger flaring. "Are you kidding me, Kourtney? That's so out of line. She's my girlfriend. She's allowed to be with me."

"Yeah, and she's more of a sister to me than you've been lately," Kylie added, her voice sharp as she stood beside you. "Don't take your issues out on her."

Kourtney scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Wow. Everyone's ganging up on me now? Of course, she would say something. You've always been the favorite."

Kendall stepped closer to Kourtney, her voice trembling with anger. "This has nothing to do with favorites, Kourtney. This is about you being selfish and thinking you can just barge into my life whenever it's convenient for you!"

"I'm selfish?" Kourtney stood, her voice rising to match Kendall's. "You're the one who's always acting like your life is so hard, like you're the victim. God, you're exhausting!"

"I'm exhausting? At least I'm not trying to steal my own sister's friends because I'm too bored with my own life!"

The room was charged, thick with the weight of their words. You felt frozen, unsure whether to speak or to let them continue, but before you could even think to mediate, Kourtney's gaze snapped back to you, her voice laced with venom.

"And you," she spat, pointing at you. "You're just here playing the perfect girlfriend, acting like you know everything about Kendall's life. But you're just another leech, trying to ride the Kardashian-Jenner wave. Good luck with that."

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. For a second, the room spun, and all eyes were on you.

"Kourtney, that's enough!" Kylie's voice was sharp, full of anger and disbelief.

Kendall was instantly in front of you, her eyes blazing. "Don't you ever talk to her like that again."

The tension was unbearable, words hanging in the air like daggers, and you stood there, stunned, unable to process the fact that Kourtney had just attacked you so personally.

Khloé stepped in between the two sisters, hands raised. "Okay, seriously, enough! This isn't going to help anything. We need to—"

But before she could finish, Kourtney's eyes flicked to the cameras, and then back to Kendall, her face hardening even more. "This isn't over," she muttered before storming out of the room, leaving everyone behind in stunned silence.

You stood there, reeling, as the cameras continued to roll, capturing every second of the fallout.

To be continued...