Pairing: Heather Chandler x reader
Summary: It’s Heather’s birthday and the reader decides to surprise her with something mushy.
It was mid November, and everyone in the school knew exactly what that meant. It’s said around the school that the older she’s turning, the colder it is that year. The one and only Heather Chandler’s birthday was coming up soon, and damn, you were prepared. As it continued to get colder nearing her birthday, your plan was set in motion. See, you had known Heather since middle school, and had been dating her since sophomore year. You loved Heather with all of your heart, even when she was a total bitch. This birthday, she would be turning 18, and boy was she expecting big things this year. You only had three days to prepare yourself mentally for what her family or friends would say, but you knew she would love it. And that was all that mattered, right? Three days until her birthday, three days until that Thursday, three days until your world was made. Oh, if you knew how that one present would bring her to tears.
“Heeyy (Y/N),” Ram purred. Both boys came up behind you while you were sitting at your desk, no doubt to settle a deal about your sexuality.
“Go away,” you groaned. Why did they have to do this every single goddamn day?
“Come on, don’t be like that,” Kurt whined.
“Then what way should I be?” You were not taking any of their crap today.
“I think you’re being perfect.” Heather Chandler to the rescue! She took the seat next to yours and flipped both the guys off. All they did was pout and wander back to their seats.
“Thanks for that,” you said, nudging your shoulder against hers.
“God, they’re so annoying. And they decide to pick on you every fucking day. They’re
gonna end up six feet under soon if they keep this up,” Heather whined. “They’re so damn persistent.” You loved how much she cared for you, and it was such a contrast to how she acted with other people, you loved it. The teacher began to talk, attempting to calm the kids down. You and Heather didn’t care. You kept on talking, and of course, the teacher didn’t interfere.
“How do you feel about your birthday?” You nudged Heather with your shoulder.
“It’s coming up, and that’s all that matters. By the way, do you want anything for my birthday?” Heather asked you.
“It’s your birthday!” You chided. Every year she did this, every year you wanted that you knew she’d want.
“I still want your opinion.”
“Fine, I want a… new car!” She had been complaining about her car for the last couple of weeks, and it was really annoying now.
“Great idea, what kind?” Heather knew what you were doing, but if she put it off as “charity” for her girlfriend, then it would make her feel better.
“Doesn’t matter to me. What do you suggest?” You playfully asked her. She launched into a (probably rehearsed) speech on her dream car.
Day two was beginning meaning that you had to get everything in order. Today was Wednesday, meaning that her birthday was tomorrow.
“Do you wanna go somewhere after school? Blow some money, get you some knew gifts before I get mine?” Heather placed a little kiss on the top of your nose, and you scrunched it up at the contact, making Heather giggle.
“Ah, actually, I can’t. I have to do something later,” you hadn’t thought of an excuse earlier, and you needed some quick thinking. “I have a-” your eyes darted around the many posters the school had hanging up, before a health poster caught your eye. “I have to go to a doctor’s appointment,” you quickly rushed out. Heather looked disappointed for a moment, but quickly shrugged the thought off.
“Alright. Maybe we can meet Saturday or Friday night or something,” she suggested. You nodded in agreement.
When you got home from school, you quickly got to work. No, you didn’t have a doctor’s appointment, but you did need to get ready for Heather’s birthday. After you finished making the present, you grabbed a medium size box to hide the actual object. You stuffed it full of different notes and letters you’ve written to her that you never got the nerves to pass or mail to her and put it in the box on top of the present, so that, when she shook it, she would be confused by the papery noise. You found a cute card at the store, so you wrote some heartfelt things like “I know this is our senior year, and we might go to different colleges, but I want you to know that I’ll always be with you, and I’ll always love you” in different places on the card, making sure to sign it at the bottom. You finished tying the bow and bit your lip. Heather was used to big gifts, not small heartfelt gifts. Would she even like it? Your answer came the following day.
During lunch, you two went out into the courtyard to celebrate Heather’s birthday alone. You had been testing her patience all day with lugging around the box, not even allowing her to touch it.
“Alright, fine,” you laughed, passing the box to her. She lifted it several times, trying to guess the gift before opening it. “Got it?” The confusion knit in her brows said no. She looked up at you with eyes saying “can I open it?” “Go ahead, just be careful,” you warned.
You closely watched her face as she opened it. She was confused at the paper before she picked one of the letters up, and read it in it’s completion.
“Is this… for me?” She asked.
“Yeah. Before I got the nerve to talk to you,” you smiled at her. She pulled out more, some notes you wrote during classes (you could tell because there was still notes and math on them), some letters you wrote.
“Are these all…?” She trailed off before she could finish the question, and you could see the tears welling in her eyes. You nodded softly, but gestures for her to continue past the paper. She complied, promising to herself to read all of the notes later. When she got to the bottom of the box, she paused, and you panicked. You couldn’t see her eyes because of her hair, but you could hear her shakily breathe out.
“Do you like it?” You whispered to her.
“I love it,” she said. She pulled out the present, which was a handknit red and light grey scarf. It was messily made and pretty bad, but you had put the last two weeks on hold to make it for her.
“You know, the older you get, the colder it is, so I wanted you to have something from me that would keep you warm on your birthday every year,” you explained the thinking to her.
“Listen to me, I love you so much and I’ll never fucking forget you, we may be apart for 20 minutes, 4 years, or 15 years, but trust me that I’ll never forget you,” Heather said. You looked into her eyes and absolute knew she was telling the truth. She was almost sobbing at the gift, and how you were looking at her pushed her to the edge. “I’ve never had anyone who loves me like you, and I love you so fucking much, I love you,” she kept repeating that one phrase until the class bell rang.
“Wanna get out of here?” You asked Heather.
“Damn, I love you.” She answered.
