KURT KUNKLE x READER ??

ride ?

"and it's like imaginr the audience that you and i could have if like wr just added ours together?! oh my gosh, OH!" he says getting more and more excited.

"you are freaking me out rn just let me out-" i said.

"could you imagine the numbers for a leaked sextape!! that's would be unbelievable" he smiles widely.

wtf?

what's wrong with him

i'm just gonna let him talk till he stops.

he's clearly not listening to me.

"but it's like 'having sex' we're beyond having just sex we're like, like uh making looove like real love tho not like uh disingenuous love like real love tho, it's cool right?" he smiles looking at me through the mirror.

i knew this was finally my time to talk

"kurt! where are we going?" i asked.

"i'm taking you home?" his smile slightly fading.

"this is g the way to my fucking house kurt" i said

"ooohh, no not your home, my home" he turns to look at me calmly.

he repeats himself.

"my home"

i think those are words i'll never forget.

they way the second time he said it.

the chills that were sent down my spine and into my stomach.

he smiled at the camera.

he reissued his eyebrows a few times at the camera before going and focusing on the road.

what the hell.

i didn't know what to do at all.

i look at the iphone charger hd had laying in the floor for passengers.

what if i like choked him with it?

no.

that'll prolly make us both crash.

but it's my only idea.

i wrapped it around my hands.

i will never forget the disgusting smirk he had on his face as he knew he was almost home.

as we turned down a suburban road i wrapped the card around his neck and pulled.

his face turning red quickly.

he gasped for air, trying to keep steering and his other hand rips at the cord.

soon enough he gave up and used both hands to try to get off the cord

the swerved around everywhere.

the moment was so quick but so slow at the same time

we ran into a trash can and i let go at the sudden jerk of the car stopping.

kurt breaks loudly.

panting he sits back in his chair.

i tried to climb out the front.

since the child locks were on.

he saw this and wrested me back.

i squealed as he grabbed me.

i slapped and kicked him.

he held me still.

i slapped him roughly across the face.

he grabbed me in a different position and held me down.

i couldn't move.

he looked like he wanted to punch me across the face.

better yet kill me.

his eyes softened and his pant was loud.

"d-don't m-move i-i have a gun ok?" he says pulling his gun out of his pocket and pointing hot at me

my eyes widened and i nodded yes.

he sat back.

his pants and deep breathes were loud

he tried to say something but he didn't have his breath yet.

he finally caught his breath.

"what is wrong with you?" he asked sighing and shaking his head.

i was also out of breath.

but just from fear.

i felt my heart pound so hard and so fast i thought it was gonna pound out of my chest.

"didn't you listen to me i said i'm all about love now!" he says.

he turned around and started driving again.

"l-listen w-we're just gonna go back to my place, so what i need to then then.." he says hitting the gas pedal.

"then?" i hesitate to ask.

"i don't know yet but y/n just i love you and i wanna really love you" he says.

"kurt you don't fucking know me!!" i said.

"yes i do your y/n l/n the singer" he says.

"i'm much more then that kurt."