(Kurt's POV)

"What's up! Hey I'm Kurt!", I laughed awkwardly from down on the floor.

"Barbara (L/N), (Y/N)'s mother", the nurse looking lady replied with her arms crossed.

She looked down at me sternly, her eyes switching between me and (Y/N). This was going to be a long day.

"(Y/N) tells me the two of you are dating?"

I practically choked on air, since when?

"What?", I asked in utter disbelief.

"Are you to tell me that you're not my daughter's boyfriend?", (Y/N)'s mother replied in a loud, threatening tone.

"Yeah no sorry totally! She's my um she's my girl!", I laughed with some awkward hand gestures.

I heard (Y/N) mutter something under her breathe from beside me, "what was that?", I asked her trying to turn to look at her.

"Oh I was just saying how you should probably get to from the floor and how mom should so totally go to the store to pick up some groceries and more bandages", she replied with an awfully bright smile.

"Yeahh I can't exactly move but I'll let you know when I can", I laughed again awkwardly, as if things couldn't get more awkward...

"Oh yes thank you for reminding me (Y/N), I'll head out now. Make sure to get Kurt back into bed and to give him the painkillers at eleven if I'm not back by then", (Y/N)'s mom said hurriedly, rummaging around the house for what I assumed was the keys.

(Y/N) groaned and handed her a pair with a half- hearted smile. The door closed briefly, leaving me and (Y/N) alone.

(Y/N)'s POV:
I waited for a few moments next to Kurt awaiting the noise of my mom's engine, I had to make sure she was far away before I confronted Kurt.

"(Y/N)?"

"WHAT THE FUCK KURT? OK SO WHAT THE FUCK? YOU'RE A MURDERER AND UM WHAT THE FUCK YOUR DAD'S MY BOSS THAT'S A REALLY FUCKING WEIRD COINCIDENCE, NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT HE NOW THINKS WE'RE DATING, WHICH COULD REALLY FUCK UP MY REPUTATION. OH YAH AND YOUR CAR, IF THAT'S EVEN YOUR CAR, IS LYING IN PIECES IN SOME ABANDONED PARKING LOT BECAUSE YOU FUCKING LOST IT AND DECIDED TO DRIVE ACROSS THE HIGHWAY, WAAAAY OVER THE SPEED LIMIT, TO ESCAPE THE POLICE WHILST KILLING COUNTLESS HOMELESS PEOPLE. DID I MENTION THE FACT THAT YOU'RE A FUCKING MURDERER?", I screamed, panting dramatically.

I'd never had a chance to confront Kurt about anything and now that I finally did it kind of all came out at once.

"Yeahhh could you repeat that last part", Kurt asked with a ridiculously stupid smile on his face.

"YOU'RE.A.MURDERER!", I shouted at the top of my voice, emphasizing the last word.

"It's great content material?", Kurt shrugged.

I could've killed him right there and then if it wasn't for my mom walking in with a fucking load of bags.

"Mom I said grocery shopping not whatever the fuck that is", I pointed at the several loads of bags on her arms.

"(Y/N) i can't trust you to take care of yourself! For all I know you could be living of take out. You had wine spilled all over your carpet and you can't even get your boyfriend back into bed", she sighed.

Shit. I totally forgot about the wine and Brittany...this was way to much. I opened my mouth to argue but was shushed within seconds by my mother, "honey save your voice for your show;I brought tickets you know, I should probably go fetch them from the car real quick. When I come back I want Squirt back in bed!", She shouted from half way out of the apartment.

I flipped her off the second her back was turned, groaning loudly at the task she'd provided me with. Although, for the first time in years my mom was actually supporting my passion, which sort of brightened my day until I remembered I had to help...Kurt.
I took a deep breath before holding my hand out, "Are you going to let me help or what...idiot!"

Kurt sighed dramatically before taking my hand allowing me to pull him up. Thankfully, he made his own way back to the bedroom leaving me standing in the door way. Mom returned shortly waving the tickets as she entered, "These things were pretty cheap yknow! Your boss must be a pretty great guy! Glad you finally managed to move Kurt, being his girlfriend and all", she walked off shaking her head.

I couldn't stand Kurt or my mom, they were both so unbelievably annoying, I picked up my keys and made my way to the door.

"(Y/N) where are you going? Your shows in 7 hours! I know that may sound like long but you've got to prepare yourself! Mentally and physically!", She said in that sickly sweet tone most mom's use where you can never tell if they're either acting concerned or sarcastic.

"I just need to get out for a bit, take care of Kurt for me", I lowered my voice on the last bit as I slammed the door shut.

I ran down the several flights of stairs, with no plan in my mind of where to go. I walked down the street scrolling through Twitter, replying to comments until one caught my eye:
@ (Y/N)fan123: Girl there's no way you got a Spree...have you even heard of the rideshare killer!?
Rideshare killer?
I typed the tacky sounding name into Google expecting this all to be some joke, apparently some crazy spree driver was killing people on livestreams during spree rides... although, no one had any evidence of these livestreams. Below were a list of names of missing people who'd recently taken a spree, none of them jumped out at me until I got to the bottom of the list.
Brittany (23), her name was in bold, her name was accompanied by a smiling photo of her. Had Brittany really been killed by this rideshare killer and if this guy had been live streaming at the time had he recorded Brittany's death?
Livestream...
The word echoed inside my mind.
Spree...
It felt like the missing pieces of a puzzle.
Killer...
A spree driver ,who live streams, who also happens to be a killer.
At once everything clicked into place, I'd seen Kurt the night before we met on a call ...
The call between me and Brittany.
Kurt had killed Brittany.

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