Perfumed Secrets | Kurt Cobain

We both know that is not fashionable to love me

"So, Kurt, nice to meet you!" the step-mother broke the few seconds of silence that felt like several minutes after Faye introduced him. "I'm Catherine, Faye's step-mom. Welcome to our home!" She warmly shook his hand.

Kurt, feeling nervous, tried to maintain composure and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Carter," he redirected his attention to Faye's father, who silently studied him. "Hello, sir, thank you for having me in your home." He barely managed to breathe through his words as he felt extremely self-conscious.

He only gave a warm gaze and shook Kurt's hand firmly, without uttering a single word, though he motioned for them to sit.

"Don't mind George," Catherine jumped in. "He's just quite shaken with the news, to be honest, but he's a darling, just a little overprotective." At that moment, Faye realized her step-mom may have had way too many glasses of wine at this point.

Faye's father simply shook his head and started laughing. "It's nothing like that. It's just that Faye here could have brought the subject up a little earlier," he looked at his daughter, who immediately diverted her eyes from him, still sensing a judgmental cloud above her head.

"So how long have you guys been together?" Elizabeth couldn't constrain her curiosity.

"Two months this week," Kurt announced with tenderness in his voice, reaching for Faye's hand. Their fingers intertwined, conveying a silent message of mutual support and affection.

"That's fantastic!" Catherine poured herself another glass of wine, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You make such an adorable couple." Faye blushed at her remark, feeling delight and embarrassment under the scrutiny of her family.

"But where did you two meet? I suppose you're at UW too," she continued, her curiosity piqued.

"Actually, we met through friends," Kurt suddenly felt uncomfortable, shifting in his seat. He knew that discussing his musician status might raise some eyebrows, especially among parents.

"Yes, do you remember Blake? That friend of mine who used to live here in the neighborhood? Well, it was because of him," Faye chimed in, trying to steer the conversation away from potentially sensitive topics.

"So what do you do exactly, Kurt?" The father quickly shot the question, his tone neutral but with an underlying curiosity. The topic couldn't be any longer avoided with such a direct command.

"I'm a musician, sir," he coughed in discomfort, sensing the tension in the air. "I am in a band." He braced himself for the reaction, unsure of how Faye's father would perceive his profession.

"That sounds exciting!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her eyes widening with interest. "But do you like, play and all? Have you ever toured? Do you have anything out?" Her enthusiasm was palpable, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Now, come with me, Elizabeth," Catherine intervened, sensing the need to diffuse the tension. "You come and help me set the table for the desserts." Despite Elizabeth's protests, she followed her mother out of the room, leaving Faye and Kurt alone with her father.

"So?" George brought attention back to the conversation, his gaze focused on Kurt. "How is this music thing working out for you?"

"Oh, sure, sir. I mean, we are still taking off but we have done a lot of concerts throughout America, and some parts of Europe. We have an album and we're working on a new one," he explained, his nerves evident in his fidgeting fingers.

"That's very interesting," he said said while lighting up a cigar, contemplating Kurt's response. "What is the name of the band again?"

"Nirvana, dad," Faye interjected, unable to contain the urge to defend him from any potential skepticism. She sensed her father's probing nature and wanted to shield Kurt from unnecessary scrutiny.