My Crappy Heathers Oneshots (Requests Closed)

Kurt x Reader

So reader is kind of a heather duke character in the story and that's it :/ surprisingly, this one's not requested. i also kind of have an idea for a part 2 idk if y'all want that tho.
(f/c): favourite colour
(e/c): eye colour
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The blinding morning sun pierced through (Y/N)'s eyes, cutting her sleep short. It was a Saturday yet they still woke up at 6, an early bird she was. Quickly putting on a (F/C) coloured top and a black mini-skirt, they looked in the mirror, staring into their (e/c) eyes while putting her hair up in a messy bun with her trusty green scrunchie. It was given to her by Heather Chandler, when she was accepted into the Heathers in freshman year because of her implants. Being a doll everyone could touch was her only quality, but it was something she eventually grew into; a fake skin she put on for the past year.

She sat on her unmade bed grabbing her copy of Moby Dick. Old with age, the pages yellow, the cover half torn apart. Slowly getting into the book, crawling into the plot; a world she could escape into. It was their favourite part of books, they were her sanctuary, worlds where people could see her for more than her looks; a world where she could peel off her fake skin and show her real self.

A few minutes into the book, thousands of words left, a rock was thrown on her window. Her head jerked up towards her window. Running towards her window, expecting another boy trying to get in her pants. It was Kurt, he was most likely trying to get in her pants, she sighed a disappointed sigh and opened the window.

"What do you want?" She shouted, sitting on the windowsill, expecting him to say something inappropriate and make her do some favours.

"I- uh, was wondering if you wanted to go to my party tomorrow?" Instead of smirking lustfully, he smiled, he smiled a genuine smile. For the first time in the whole year, he was acting kind. It made her think if he had a fake skin over him as well.

"Sure," she spoke hesitantly, "you wanna' come inside?" (Y/N) gestured inside. He nodded and they rushed downstairs to unlock the door. Almost tripping due to excitement. A feeling they'd never felt before grew in her stomach, it was as if butterflies in her stomach were fluttering, batting their delicate wings, scratching (Y/N)'s insides.

She approached the damaged door and quickly burst it open, seeing Kurt standing there with his scrappy, old football jacket made her heart flutter. It was peculiar as she'd always felt estranged from the jock. The only time they'd interact was when their "friends" were around and when he'd make them do things to him.

Suddenly, everything made sense. Gathering the bits and pieces to this mystery, they concluded that Kurt had a crush on her. It was unbelievable. (Y/N) had always been a logical person, but this answer seemed very illogical and nearly impossible. But she wasn't going to miss that chance.

(Y/N) smiled as she led Kurt into her room, a bad decision really. When she closed the door, Kurt blurted out something that was too quick to be audible.

"What?" (Y/N) asked, intrigued.

"Will you go out with me?" He muttered, just loud enough for (Y/N) to hear. She froze, her conspiracy was true. Even though she had predicted that this would happen, it still came as a shock.

"Well that's a shocker-"she was interrupted by his soft lips crashing into theirs, it was strange. It didn't feel as if he was full of lust, it didn't feel forced either. (Y/N) could feel the passion he had for her, it was heart-warming, it was as if someone did like her for who they were not how they looked. In a flurry of emotion, she kissed back, locking lips with each other for the first time without anyone pressuring them. It was a kiss unlike any other, it was the most passion-filled one yet.

When they pulled away, both gasping for air, (Y/N) giggled, "Of course I will, you dumbass." she slapped his shoulder playfully.

"Your dumbass."