Summary: Kurt carves your name into his guitar
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"What are you doing?" You walk up to Kurt with big steps. He's sitting there with his guitar on his lap, carving something into it.
"Carving your name into my guitar." He says as if it were a matter of course and continues to carve your name. You stand next to him and run your fingers through his hair.
"Kurt, are you high?" You ask him, thinking he wouldn't do that sober.
He looks up and nods. His pupils are huge. "Yes. But that doesn't change what I do. I want it like this." He clears his throat and continues.
You watch him finish the last letters of your name, then he looks up at you. "What do you think?" He holds out his guitar to you.
"It's okay." You answer him after a brief look. Kurt looks at you in horror. "It's just okay?" He asks.
"I'm just saying it would look better if it said 'Y/N + Kurt'."
Kurt's horrified face twists into a grin. "You think that would look better?" He asks, convinced of the idea. "Absolutely." You assure him.
"Then you do that." He holds out his guitar to you. You point. "You want me to do this?" "Yes. Then everyone has done their part."
You doubt. "But what if it looks like shit? What if I screw it up?"
"You can't screw up at all. Have you seen mine? It doesn't look good." As Kurt speaks, you run your fingers over the notches that make your name.
"Come on honey. I want to show the world that we belong together." He wraps his arm around your legs and pulls you close.
You put your arms around his neck and run your fingers through the hair at the back of his head. "But you have to promise me that you won't destroy it."
You stick your pinky finger out at him. "Pinky promise?" You ask. Kurt replies. "Of course. Otherwise the tabloids will think we're not together anymore."
You sit down across from him. "All right. Hand it over, then." You hold out your hands, Kurt hands you the guitar. You position it on your lap. "Here, take the knife." You accept it and start carving a big '+' into it.
"Beautiful honey. Better than mine." Says Kurt. You grin and carve the letters of his name into it.
When you're done, you look at your handiwork. "I messed it up. The 'R' turned out way too small." You whine.
"No it didn't. It turned out perfect." He stands up and lifts the guitar, holding it away from him. "This is now the most valuable guitar I've ever owned and ever will."
"Thanks for your help." He leans down and pecks your lips. "I'll use it right away at the next gig."
"Don't do that." You try to persuade him. "Yes I will. You can't change my mind Y/N." He leaves the room and says. "I want everyone to know that you belong to me."
