Kurt x Reader (Heathers)

001

September 1st, 1989

It's my first day at Westerburg High School. To say I'm nervous would be an understatement. I don't know if I'll find any friends. Maybe I won't even talk to anyone today. Whatever happens, hopefully I can get out alive.

Walking through the doors of the school, I'm greeted by the scent of teen angst. Specifically sweat, tears, and musty cologne. I begin to search for anyone who looks approachable. Everyone seems to be on their own. I see a group of three girls. One in red, one in yellow, and one in green. I begin to walk over, but before they even see me, they turn and walk into the bathroom. A few seconds later, the bell rings. I see another girl go into the bathroom, followed by a teacher. I look down at my schedule. My first class is math. At least I'm good at that. I begin walking toward the classroom when a tall boy stands in front of me. I look up to meet his gaze. I try to walk around him, but he moves and blocks my way.
"Who are you?" He asks, bending down slightly to study my face.
"Uh, I'm new here." He looks skeptical. Although I'm not sure why he would be.
"What brings you to my turf?" He asks. He seems intimidating, but the effect is ruined by his soft eyes.
"Your turf?" I ask. He seems taken aback by my retort.
"Yes. This is my turf. Why are you here?" He takes a step closer to me.
"I'd rather not say. If you will excuse me, I have to get to class." I say and begin to walk away. He sticks his arm out and I run into it. He shoves me back to where I stood before.
"I don't want to hurt you, lardass. I didn't catch your name." He says, speaking louder than before. I look back up at him.
"I didn't throw it." I say, ending the conversation. I walk away and he fails to stop me this time. I step into the classroom, realizing how late I am. I apologize, and take my seat. Another boy, almost identical to the one who stopped me in the hall, is sitting beside me. The difference is, he has stronger features, and lighter brown hair. He also seems shorter than the other guy. He glances at me and catches me staring. I quickly look away. After an hour, class ends. The bell rings, and I collect my stuff. I get out the door and I'm almost instantly stopped by the boy in my class. Behind him is the guy I spoke with in the hall. The boy in front looks me up and down.
"You were staring at me in class." He says nonchalantly.
"So?" I say. I seem to have captured both of these boys' attention.
"So, why were you staring?" He attempts to stand taller and seem intimidating.
"Because you look similar to your buddy." I tell him. He furrows his brows.
"And?" He seems annoyed by my careless expression.
"That's why I was staring." He rolls his eyes and whispers something to his friend. They both begin to laugh. They look back at me and their smiles drop. The guy in the back begins to speak.
"Seems like you've got a little crush on my buddy Ram here." He says, patting his friend on the shoulder.
"He told you to say that." I respond. They seem surprised by how easily I can figure them out.
"Maybe. What's your name, skank?" He narrows his eyes.
"That doesn't concern you, now does it? Listen, I've got another class to go to in three minutes," I glance at the clock on the wall, "so how long is this going to take?" They both look down at me with obvious anger in their eyes.
"I'll make this real quick for you, sweetheart." The guy in front says. I guess his name is Ram. He rolls up his sleeves and retracts his arm, preparing a sweet punch. It definitely would have knocked me out if I hadn't dodged it so easily. I ducked down right as he swung, and he hit the wall behind me. He grunted from the slight pain of punching layers of brick. I took advantage of his injury to run away. I ran down the hall and made a turn into my second class just as the bell rang. I sat in a random seat and let out a sigh of relief.

Minutes pass. This is a really boring class. The teacher has a monotonous voice, and the entire room has a plain vibe. Just as I begin to drift off into a daydream, the boys from before walk into the room.
"Sorry we're late, sir." They spit out quickly before locking eyes with me. They decide to sit on either side of me. Ram on my left, and the boy, who never told me his name, on my right. I can feel them both staring at me throughout the entire period. Ram blew a spitball at me which missed and hit the other guy. Then the guy to my right wrote some mean note on a sheet of paper and folded it into an airplane. He threw it in my direction but it curved and hit a boy diagonal from me. I read it over his shoulder. 'You're dead, lardass'
He raises his hand and gives the note to the teacher. The boy wasn't sure who threw it, so no one got in trouble. But I guess I'm dead to them. That's a great way to start off a long year of agonizing school days.

The bell rings. The two boys rush out of the classroom. I know that they're waiting for me out there, so I remain seated. I just sit at my desk, pretending to read for a few seconds before they run back in. They slam their hands on the desk. I continue reading.
"Hey asswipe, how about you look at me when I yell at you?" Ram says, raising his voice. I sigh, smiling slightly. Instead of looking at them, I set my book down, stand up, and shove Ram down. He hits the floor with a loud 'thump' and his face instantly scrunches in pain. I step over him to leave, but the doorway is blocked by the three girls from before. The red one steps inside.
"Who do you think you are?" She asks, placing her hand on her hip.
"Someone who won't kiss your ass." I say, and walk around her. I shove the other two girls out of my way as I walk out the door. I'm halfway down the hall when I hear running behind me. I turn, and the two boys are sprinting at me. I turn and run as fast as I can. They catch up quickly, so I make a sharp turn and leave the school. I run into a forest nearby. I watch the doors from behind a tree. I'm convinced they won't come looking for me until the final bell. Much to my dismay, they run out the doors. I immediately whip my head back and hide completely behind the tree. After a few seconds, I start to run deeper into the forest when someone grabs my wrist.

I turn and end up face to face with Ram. He lets go of my wrist, and walks closer to me. I take small steps backwards until I hit a tree.
"Think twice before you cross me again next time, you got that?" He threatens.
"You crossed me." I say, a little too smugly. He frowns.
"Kurt." He says. The other boy, apparently Kurt, walks over and takes Ram's place in front of me. He pulls his arm back and prepares to punch me. I shut my eyes tight and turn my head slightly. I wait for a moment, but he doesn't punch.
"I... I can't." Kurt says. I open one eye slowly and look at him. He lowers his arm. I slide down the tree and sit, looking up at him.
"What the hell is the hold up?" I ask, secretly relieved. He looks away from me.
"I don't know..." he says. He looks over at Ram.
"Fine, I'll do it then." He says, and rolls up his sleeve. He walks over to me.
"No, don't she didn't do anything. She's right, we crossed her bro. Leave her alone." Kurt says. Ram disregards him and grabs my shirt and pulls me up. He shoves me against the tree and throws a hard punch. His fist hits my cheek and my head falls to the side. I'm about to bring my hand up to touch my cheek, when Ram lifts my chin and slaps me across the face. He then drops me back on the ground and dusts off his hands. He then walks away, satisfied. Kurt follows slowly behind him, with a short glance back at me. They walk back into the school.

I slowly stand up. My face is pulsating
and my head is pounding. I think for a second, before turning and walking all the way back home.

When I get there, I walk up to my room and lay in bed. I'm lucky my parents are away for this week, otherwise they would force me to go back and finish the day. But for now, I'm just resting in bed, curled up in a ball, thankful for the fact that I made it out alive.

After a few hours, I hear a knock at my door. I run downstairs and open it. A lady, in her late forties maybe, was standing there. She held out a plate of brownies.
"Hello! I'm Nancy Kelly. I baked you some brownies to welcome you to the neighborhood! I hope you've enjoyed school so far." She says. I smile.
"Thank you so much!" I say, taking the plate from her hands. At least something good has happened to me today.
"You should meet my son!" She steps to the side and reveals a boy standing behind her. He looks at me and his mouth falls open.
"This is Kurt." The lady says. She must be his mom.
"Hi." I force out. "Nice to meet you." He fakes a smile and holds out his hand. I shake it reluctantly and the lady steps in front of him again.
"Welcome to Sherwood, if you need anything please don't hesitate to stop by." She smiles. I nod and she walks away with Kurt. I shut the door, and slide down it. I place the plate of brownies beside me as I drop my face in my hands and sigh. I can't crawl out of this hellhole, can I?