Kurt Cobain One Shots

How you met

Summary: you meet a young man at a party

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You watch the dancing crowd. In between your friends. You hate going to the club, would rather spend your time at home.

Three men meander through the crowd. A tall guy, next to him a guy with long black hair and one with golden hair.

He looks around shyly. The group of boys walks in your direction, sit down a little bit away from you.

You don't pay them any further attention and look back at the dancing people.

When you let your eyes wander back to the group, only the blond haired man is still sitting there. He looks down at his lap, a beer in his hand.

He looks like he'd rather be somewhere else, like you. You smile. He seems to notice that he's being watched, he suddenly looks up. Your eyes meet. He sees your smile and grins shyly back.

You don't know why, but you get up and go to him.

"Hey, can I sit with you?" His blue eyes bore into yours. "If you want." As he takes a sip of his beer, you sit down.

You introduce yourself. "I'm Y/N, by the way. What's your name?" The man clears his throat and answers in a raspy voice. "Kurt."

Only the music can be heard, neither of you say anything until you break the silence. "I hate it here." He looks at you in wonder. "I'd much rather be home with my friends. There's too much going on here."

The man agrees with you. "My friends really wanted to come here, too. They say I need to be around people. That's why they dragged me along."

"That's what my friends always say." You lean your head against the wall.

"We don't know each other, but do you want to leave with me?" You pull your head up, your eyes wide. "You don't have to."

You stand up. "No, let's go. You're not a murderer, are you?" You joke, pressing your elbow against his side.

Kurt shakes his head. His expression serious with a crazy look on his face. "What do you think?" You answer his question. "Now that I'm leaving here with you, I really hope you're not one."

You look at Kurt grinning, he tries to hold his serious expression and crazy look as long as possible, but in the end he starts laughing.

He pushes a golden strand behind his ear. "Let's go then." He starts walking, after a few meters he suddenly stops, you jostle him. "Sorry."

He turns around. "I just have to tell my friends that I'm leaving." You agree with him. "I forgot all about mine, too. I'll meet you back here."

You part ways. After telling your friends that you're leaving with a strange man, and they weren't thrilled, you return to the meeting place.

Kurt is already waiting for you, his hands buried in his pocket. You appear next to him.

"We're good to go." He nods and says, "Give me your hand." He holds his open and outstretched toward you.

"Why?" You ask.

"I'll go first and make some room for you. And if we hold hands while we walk, we won't get lost in the crowd." He wiggles his fingers.

"Oh all right." You intertwine your hand with his. His grip tightens, giving you a sense of security. And even though you've only known him for a short time, you trust him for that very reason.

Kurt starts walking. He pushes his way through the crowd. You walk close behind him. Again and again you are jostled, you would have lost each other long ago if you didn't cling to each other. You've made it through the crowd and stand in front of the building.

"Is everything okay Y/N?" Kurt asks you anxiously. "Yes all good." You assure him. "It was so stuffy in there." You take a deep breath and ask him where you are going now.

"I know a really nice place around here." He replies. You set off, he tells you that he usually hangs out there with his two friends, with whom he also plays in a band. You get along great.

Suddenly you reach a large meadow with a bench. You walk towards it and sit down.

You talk for a long time until you start to freeze. You shiver and run your hands over your arms.

"I don't have a jacket with me to offer you. But I can take you home." Kurt offers.

"Oh nonsense. That's fine." You reply.

"Oh no, I don't want you to get sick. Come on, let's go." Kurt rises. You exhale loudly.

"But only because you want it so badly." You walk in the direction of your apartment.

You're shaking so badly that Kurt is worried about you. "I really don't want you to get sick Y/N." He hesitantly holds out his hand to you. "I know this won't do much good, but at least this way you can get some body heat from me."

You grin crookedly, having a plan in mind that you immediately put into action. You grab his offered hand and pull him to you. You put your arms around him. Your head rests on his chest.

Kurt hesitates briefly, but then puts his arms around you. His chin rests on your head. Warmth flows through you. You remain standing like this for a long time until you detach yourself from him. Only a small distance between you two.

His hands are on your shoulders, running up and down your arms. "Was that too much?" You ask him.

Kurt shakes his head. "No, not at all. I think you're really nice." You smile at each other.

You look away from him shyly. "I think you're nice too."

Kurt releases a hand from your arm, places his fingers under your chin, and forces you to look him in the eye. His blue eyes shine in the night.

He leans down toward you. Your lips touch. His beard tingles against your skin, you grin. He pulls away from you.

"Sorry." He apologizes, "That was too fast."

You smile at him. "It's all good, I actually liked it." You assure him that everything is fine. You smile. Shortly after, you start shaking again.

"We should go on." Kurt says worriedly. You reach for his hand. Before you go any further, you quickly turn to Kurt, put your hand on his cheek and press a kiss to his lips.

After that, you go and pull the overwhelmed Kurt behind you. He quickly appears next to you.

You walk to your apartment. You stop in front of the house. "Thank you for the evening."

Kurt replies. "I didn't think I'd have so much fun today." You smile. "Me too. I'll come see you at rehearsal tomorrow."

Kurt runs a hand through his hair. ""I apologize for my friends. They're crazy." "They are certainly funny."

Kurt looks into your eyes. "You need to get into the warmth now." You nod. You hesitate and kiss him. He blushes.

"See you tomorrow." You grin and head for the front door. Before you open the door, you turn around.

Kurt looks at you dreamily, his hands in his pockets. He doesn't notice you looking at him until you wave.

He waves back with a smile. You enter your apartment and look forward to the next day when you will see Kurt again.

When Kurt is asked about your story in interviews, he always loves to tell it. He especially emphasizes how cute he thought it was that you were looking forward so much to the rehearsal the next day.