Joe Keery Imagines

The One That Got Away-Kurt Kunkle

A/N: It's concerning how many requests I've gotten for more Kurt imagines.

I stormed out of the bar, practically fuming. I grabbed my phone and instantly ordered a car. Once it was ordered, I wrapped my arms around myself.

"Y/N!"

"Go away, Alex."

"Just let me explain," he stuttered.

"I don't really want to hear how you got that girl to stick her tongue down your throat," I groaned.

"Baby, please," Alex sighed. He grabbed my hand, but the second he turned me around, I slapped him.

"We're done," I spat out. I started to walk away but he grabbed me again. I gasped in pain as he pulled me into his chest.

"Not until you let me explain," he sneered.

"Hey!"

We looked over to see a car pulled over. "I have a rideshare for Y/N."

I pushed Alex off me and walked to the car. The tears streamed down my face as the guy looked between me and Alex.

"Is he coming too or. . ."

"No," I cut him off. "He's not."

The guy nodded before finally pulling away from the bar. I angrily wiped at the tears on my face.

"You know," the guy cleared his throat, "he's an ass."

"You got that right," I scoffed.

"My name's Kurt," he introduced. "The water in the cup holders is up for grabs."

"Thank you," I sighed. I grabbed a water and instantly look a large drink. I slowly pulled it away when I noticed it tasted a little funny. As I examined the label, things started to get fuzzy.

* * * * *

I woke up and the first thing I noticed was the feeling of being strapped down. I could feel the panic rising. I tried to sit up but all I could see was what looked like a hotel room.

"Hello?" I called out shakily.

"You're awake."

His voice sent chills down my spine. And not the good kind. I gasped when he crawled on top of me, straddling my hips.

"What do you want?" I asked shakily.

"It's pretty simple," he chuckled.

My breath got caught in my throat when Kurt leaned down, his face inches from mine.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he whispered as he brought the knife up and pressed the side of the blade to my throat.

"Wait," I gasped.

Kurt froze above me, his smirk slowly dropping. I had a plan but it was insane. Then again, so was this rideshare driver. I tilted my chin up, but I wasn't close enough.

Please don't make me say it.

"What are you doing?" Kurt whispered.

He's going to make me say it.

"Kiss me."

I internally cringed and struggled to hold back vomit as he slowly smirked. I can't believe this was turning him on! What the hell is wrong with this freak?

Kurt moaned before dropping the knife and roughly pressing his lips to mine. He didn't hold back. Which just made this all feel worse.

As our lips moved in sync, his hands explored my body. I was going to have to boil every inch of myself after this. No shower or vodka would be strong enough.

"Baby," I moaned as I broke the kiss. "Untie me. Please, baby. Then we can have some real fun."

I gasped but covered it up with a moan as he pressed his lips roughly to mine. As we kissed messily, he reached up and undid my hands. I grabbed his face and pulled him away from me. Before he could say anything, I pulled him down to me and started kissing his neck.

He chuckled darkly again as he reached down and started to untie my legs. As soon as my right leg was free, I brought my knee up.

Hard.

Kurt groaned in pain. I pushed him off of me, causing him to roll off the bed. I sat up and quickly untied my other leg. The second I was free, I ran.

I ran out of the hotel room, running down the hallway. I got outside and ran toward the office. When I roughly pushed open the door, the lady behind the counter and the family checking in looked at me like I was crazy.

"Help me," I stuttered. "Please. You have to help me."

Six Months Later

I walked into the prison, my legs barely keeping me up. People thought I was crazy for visiting the man who drugged me, kidnapped me, and almost killed me. But not knowing was driving me crazy too.

"Open on 7!"

"I'll be here the hole time," the guard Simpson whispered. "He won't touch you."

"Thank you," I stuttered. He gently put his hand on my back and escorted me through the door.

When I saw him sitting at a table in orange, my heart jumped into my throat.

"Hey, baby," he smirked at me. He started to stand up but Simpson instantly forced him back down.

"Stay on your ass, Kinkie," he warned.

"It's Kunkle," Kurt sighed.

"Like it matters," Simpson scoffed.

"Although Kinkie works too," I laughed.

Kurt angrily grunted and tried to charge me again. Simpson instantly stopped him.

"Now, shut up and let the pretty lady yell at you," Simpson said, nodding towards me.

"Careful," Kurt warned him. "She likes to go for the nuts."

"Damn, you're an asshole," Simpson mumbled. He sent me a look before rolling his eyes. I took a deep breath before sitting across from Kurt. Just like Simpson promised, he stayed behind Kurt the whole time.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Kurt chuckled.

"Why'd you do it?" I asked, suddenly not afraid of him anymore. "Drugging the water, kidnapping, torture, who knows what else. Why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He laughed. "The fame!"

"You're sick," I said through my teeth. He fake pouted but slowly smirked. He reached for my hands but I stood up.

"I hope you rot in here you sick son of a bitch."