Band Oneshots!

Kurt Cobain: Happy Accident

Y/N POV:

Positive...
Who knew a little plus sign on a pink stick of plastic could possibly ruin a life?
I didn't until I was holding it in my hands.
I didn't have anyone with me, and I certainly couldn't call anyone for support. Not even Kurt.
He loved me and would always care for me no matter what, but this could ruin everything.
We weren't thinking straight. Protection was the last thing on our minds, considering I was drunk and he was high. What did we expect?
"Babe? I'm home!" Kurt yelled up to me, slamming the door behind him. "Babe?" He asked when he couldn't find me downstairs.
I sprung up from the corner that I had curled up in to cry and locked the bathroom door.
"That you?"
I said nothing in response.
"Babe, answer me!" He pleaded, starting to get frustrated with me.
All I wanted to do was grab a blade and end all of this, but I promised Kurt that I'd never hurt myself again.
"I swear to god, if you've locked yourself in there because you're doing something stupid, I will break that fucking door down," he sighed through the other side of the thin wood.
I groaned, dried my eyes and shuffled to the door.
"I'm unlocking the door..." I warned him. I heard him mutter an 'okay' before I turned the lock.
Almost as soon as the door was opened, Kurt was all over me with questions.
"Let me see your arms, legs and anywhere else," he ordered. "Well?"
"Kurt I-"
"I don't want excuses, Y/N!" He barked, making me cry. Why wouldn't he listen? This was hard enough anyway! "Oh, no. Babe don't cry, I'm sorry. Okay? Please stop..." he begged, pulling me in to him. He pulled away pretty quick though.
"What's that...?" He asked, his voice apprehensive.
"Babe, no. It's nothing!" I tried.
"Move."
He gently pushed me out of the way and strode across the tiny room to the plastic stick I'd dropped when locking the door.
"Kurt-"
"Is it true?" He asked quietly.
I started to shake. He was only quiet if he was angry, usually.
"Y-yes..." I whimpered.
"You're... we're pregnant...?" He pressed. I nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry-"
"What?! Sorry?!"
Oh god, here is was: the rant. The shouting and the anger.
'Why didn't we use protection?!', 'Get rid of it!' That's all I could imagine him saying.
Instead:
"I guess you aren't too far along then. What do you think of Krist as a boys name?" He asked casually.
"What?"
"What do you-"
"No, no, no, I heard you. I meant, why aren't you mad?" I clarified.
"Mad? Why the fuck would I be mad?! This is... this is everything I've ever wanted!" He cried with joy, running over to me with open arms. He pulled me in close and lifted me up, spinning me around.
"Kurt! This is so fucking cheesy! Put me down, or I swear I'm puking on you," I threatened. It worked.
"I don't care if it was cheesy! We're pregnant, Y/N! We're gonna be parents!" He giggled excitedly. "Is THIS all that was bothering you?" He asked, suddenly becoming very serious.
"Yeah... I thought it would mess with the band and touring and everything..." I explained. He just shook his head and kissed me.
"No. This is perfect. You're perfect," he smiled.
"I so thought you were gonna be pissed at me!" I laughed.
"No! This is a good thing!" He smiled. "I guess it's a happy accident then," I giggled.
"It's our happy accident."