I hate Kurt but the reader needs someone so I just randomly chose him, so just deal with the personality change
I sat behind the four Heather's in my 8th period class. Chandler a note to Veronica then passed it to Duke then McNamara and then me. I didn't open it, instead I stood up and crumpled it up, tossing it in the trash. Another note came to me, from Kurt.
Lady issues?
I sighed, quickly scribbling down a response.
Yup.
I heard Kurt snicker as he turned to me to show me his pout. I giggled and covered my mouth to silence it, Chandler's head snapped back to Kurt and I who were trying not to laugh at the faces he made. I glanced at her, her face was red with anger but I just turned back to Kurt. The teacher gave us the rest of the period to do whatever we wanted and Kurt and I kept talking.
"So, what happened?" Kurt asked, shooing off Ram.
"You heard the rumors, Heather is acting like she hates me—"
"Hey, Kurt, can I borrow (Y/n) for a second?" Chandler asked, her voice sounded sweet but I could tell her words were laced with venom. He nodded and gave me a thumbs up. She pulled me out of the classroom, not bothering to tell the teacher where she was going.
She pulled me into the bathroom, locking the door and pushed me against the wall, a finger pointed at me, "What the hell are you doing talking to Kurt?" Chandler asked, her glare not softening.
"I'm allowed to have friends."
"He just wants to get in your pants."
"He's nicer than that!"
"Stop defending him!" Chandler growled.
"What's your problem?"
"What's my problem? You've been ignoring me all day! My own girlfriend is acting like I don't even exist—"
"Exactly! You're acting like I'm just some piece of trash. You're ignoring me and I can't even tell people I'm dating you because of this awful rumor that you started!" Tears flooded my vision as I yelled.
Heather's gaze softened, bringing me in for a tight hug, "I-I'm sorry...it's just...reputation is everything to me. I hated when I was at the bottom of this social pyramid, I was bullied and stepped on but I promise you, I'll tell everyone about us, okay?" I nodded as Heather wiped the tears from my eyes, pecking my lips. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her in for an even longer kiss.
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Heather's Play Toy (Heather Chandler x Fem! Reader)
FanfictionHeather Chandler, the popular, mythic bitch and (Y/n) (L/n) the loser; one of Chandler's play toys. But some of us tend to get attached to our toys.