Little Bean - A Kurt & Frances Bean One Shot

**Just a little something that flowed out easily when I pictured a moment between Kurt and his daughter. I hope you all like it. It's my most satisfactory peice of writing yet I think. I don't own Kurt or Frances. They're both real life people.**

A megalomaniac is someone who is so obsessed with their own power and importance. Often he would find that those megalomaniacs were also the same type who were so up themselves and egotistical and often objectified women as nothing more then a body of flesh and organs that they could fuck for their own pleasures.

He hated those people. Yet he was surrounded by them and they were the people who were promoting him and his follow up album to the one that got him into all this stuff. All this pressure. Well, most of it. It wasn't their fault that he had the pressure and responsibility to be a good father to his now one year old daughter.

It was August 18TH, 1993 and here he sat with his daughter perched on his knee as he supported her with his arm.

"Happy Birthday, Bean," he whispered to her as to not wake up Courtney. Not yet. He didn't want her to wake up. He wanted to be able to spend time without Courtney ordering him around to do stuff. Just one precious moment with his only child was all he wanted right now.

He watches her as she cradles the juice filled bottle to mouth, often chewing on the pink lid and salivating on it rather than drinking it. She's innocent in her mind, completely unaware to the world and how much her life is different from the others just because he made her. He wished it wasn't that way though.

The media would pray on her as long as she was related to him, no doubt. He'd just hoped that she wouldn't be on the end of criticism for a mistake that they'd blown all out of proportion. He was thinking back to last year when Courtney had let slip that she did heroine at the start of a pregnancy when she didn't know it. Newspapers used pictures of a small premature baby and said that was her. He feared she would end up a Flipper baby as a result of heroine being used during In Utero. Here she was, his fully formed beautiful blonde haired daughter whose blue eyes were wide with curiosity. She reminded him so much of what he used to be which got to him.

"Don't end up too much like me," he pleads. "I hope you don't. Don't do what Daddy does. No smoking or any of that stuff. It's bad for you,"

She makes a strange sound in reply. He smiles lightly when she drops the juice bottle and it rolls across the wooden floor. She tries her hardest to reach for it but he decides that she'll just drop it again. Maybe play around with her would get her mind off of it.

Kurt turns her around so she as facing him as he attempts to move her like she was a puppet. A giggle is heard from young Frances as he does.

He had millions of dollars, a house, a wife, a successful band that he had with two good friends. Kurt's just lucky to have this moment with her. Her happiness made him happier then his money had; after all it had the consequence of fame. Frances meant more to him then material possessions could ever afford. 'That's the way it was meant to be' he thought to himself. He places a soft kiss on her temple.

"I love you, little bean."