Life With Cobain

Airing Out

*Kurt's P.O.V.*

I stare up at the massive plane. This is actually quite fascinating to me, I've never been on a plane before. I'm sad that my girl won't be coming with me, but that's how life goes, I guess. Krist and Chad are meeting me on board, we've got the same row of seats. I'm excited as hell! We're actually getting signed! This is amazing. I'm forever grateful to Aunt Mari for teaching me guitar. I don't know where the ability to scream came from, but I'm grateful for that too. I guess I just taught myself. I also have the world's best bandmates.

Robin squeezes my hand, drawing small circles on the back of it. Oh, how I'll miss her touch. I lean towards her, trying to embed her smell and feel into my mind. She smiles and pulls away. Why does she do this? I clasp onto her cold leather jacket, pulling her closer. I need more time!

"I need you," I whisper against the skin of her neck. I feel her shiver at my suddenly needy touch. "So, please, don't do anything stupid. Don't do anything you'll regret. Be careful. Look after Dad," I instruct her. Yes, I just called Dave "Dad". I call him that because, well... I want to marry Robin. And he sort of is like my dad. I think he sees me as a son too, I'm not sure. I give her one last kiss before entering the plane.

"Have fun!" she calls, before they shut the plane door. Immediately, I miss Robin, and yearn for her warmth and touch again. I sigh. I'll just have to control my libido for a couple weeks.

Checking my ticket, I make my way toward the row B14. I see half of Krist's face, and call out to him.

"Hey, Krist!" I wave my hand in the air. A grin spreads across his face.

"What's up, Kurt?" He's sitting in the third seat, Chad in the middle. The window seat is all mine.

"Hey, Chad! How are you guys?" I ask, slipping between Krist and Chad's knees. When you're as skinny as I am, you don't need skills to do things.

"Great! Really excited for this trip. Seattle, prepare to feel the wrath of Nirvana!" Krist says in a godly voice.

Chad nods in agreement.

"Yeah, I know! Pumped!"

"Guys, stop shouting. Jeez," I huff. Chad raises his eyebrow.

"Ahem? When did Kurt get quiet? I thought I was the quiet one?" He asks, bewildered.

"I'm practicing," I reply.

"For what?"

"A baby." Krist nearly chokes on his Coca Cola. His green-blue eyes widen so much, I think they might pop out of his skull. Chad mirrors him.

"Holy shit, Kurt! Who'd you get jiggy with? Is it a hooker? One night stand?" I gasp in horror. How could he think that?

"Krist!" I scowl. "Have you forgotten about the girl named Robin I have been with for five years?"

"No. Fucking. Way. You got Robin pregnant?" I nod slowly. "Dude, you're, like, twenty-two. I may be a pothead, but I know my shit when it comes to kids. I have a little sister, for Christ's sake." An awkward silence settles before Chad speaks up.

"Yeah, Krist's right, Kurt. Having a kid is a big responsi-" I cut him off.

"For God's sake!" I rub my temples and let out a deep breath. "I know what I'm doing guys. Please, just leave it." I sigh. Another silence develops between us. That is, until Krist pulls out a cam-corder. We generally just screw on the plane. Me and Krist make our way to the bathroom, receiving dirty looks from the passengers. I stumble in after him. We just fuck around until we hear a knock on the door.

"It's me, Chad," we hear.

"C'mon in, bud. Join the party!" Krist whoots, dragging Chad in. It's surprising we can all fit in here. I sit on the toilet lid, Krist shoves his ass into the sink, and Chad sits by the door. Chad holds up a bottle of Jack Daniel's and some cups.

"Let the bathroom games begin!" He cheers, holding his cup facing the heavens. I wonder what it's like up there; Heaven, I mean. Yes, I believe in the Heaven & Hell crap. I hope, when I die, I got to Heaven. Obviously.

"Seattle, baby!" Krist yells as we jump out the cab. Grabbing our suitcases, we walk towards the hotel entrance. It's massive, like grande supreme. Geffen paid for everything, food, accommodation. I'm glad, 'cause I am in a shit load of debt right now. I don't know how I'm gonna handle a baby! And yeah, it's confirmed that Robin is having a baby. We took a test and...surprise! We're having a child. It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside at the thought of having a kid. I'd love one, and I'm really good with children anyway. It's just a bit surprising. You know, to wake up in the morning hearing 'Daddy' aged 25 or something. I'm so lucky to have Robin, I swear.

"Kurt! Wake up, man." I blink for a minute, then look in the direction of the voice. Chad is in the corner, eating some cereal from a plastic bowl.

"Go away," I grumble, rolling over. I reach my hand to the space next to me, feeling for Robin. She's gone.

"Shit! Where the fuck is Robin?" I cry. I run my hands through my hair, looking frantically around the room. I do that when I'm stressed, tired or angry.

"Kurt man, chill. I'm sure she's totally fine. Remember, we're in Seattle?" It comes out like a question.

"Oh, yeah," I blush. I feel like an ass.

"Dumb ass," Krist calls out from what seems like the kitchen.

"What the hell are you all doing?" I ask, confused.

"Well, obviously, I'm eating cereal."

"And I'm making breakfast." Krist shouts.

"'Kay," I reply. Still tired, I yawn.

"Dude, get up! We're recording today!"

Suddenly, I feel crushing impact squash the air out of my lungs.

"Arrgghh!" I groan, but it's muffled by the bed sheets surrounding my head. I hear Krist chuckle, and I writhe.

"Get off me, you fat fuck!" I screech.

"Ouch Kurt, that...that really hurt..." He mumbles with fake sadness, sniffing.

"Get off!" I'm literally suffocating in here. Plus, Krist is crushing my lungs. All the pressure disappears, and I can finally breathe again. I huff, and I know my face is red.

"Fat cow. Moo!" I tease. He sticks his tongue out and heads back into the kitchen.

After we're all dressed, we head out for the studio. I'm excited, obviously, but what if it doesn't sell? What if the press hates us? All these thoughts go through my mind, and I get nervous.

"Kurt, calm down, man. It'll go great," Chad reasures me.

"Sure," I grumble, as we sit in the cab. This is gonna be a long day.

So? How'd yall like it? This is like a filler chapter, it's sorta boring. But, oh well, whatever, nevermind. See what I did there? Wow! Can't believe I got like 120 reads and 11 votes! Big thanks to MelCobain (as always). I know Nirvana went to Seattle in truck, they drove down, and they obviously didn't have enough money to get a plane. Just wanted to make it fun. Aww, poor Robin! All by my-seelllfff! Lol. Ideas for next chapter? Please comment, I wanna hear some feedback!

Also, I started writing a new story, it's called:

Tha Ratchet Story of Cyn'Darella.

It's like a quirky hood version to the fairytale classic, Cinderella. Check it out if you like that kinda stuff :) Peace!

-Tha_First_Cobainian xxx

P.S. Sozzy for mistakes