drain you | Kurt Cobain fanfic

28: Nevermind, Part Two

Kurt's expression shifted from confusion to concern as he processed my words. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "I mean, I can't keep pretending that everything's fine when it's not," I replied, my voice wavering with emotion. "I can't keep pretending that your jealousy and insecurity aren't affecting our relationship."

Kurt's eyes widened in disbelief, his features contorting with hurt and confusion. "But I thought..." he trailed off, unable to find the words to express his thoughts.

"I know," I said softly, reaching out to take his hand in mine. "And I love you, Kurt. I really do. But we can't keep going on like this. We need to address the issues that are driving us apart, not sweep them under the rug, and hope they'll disappear."

Tears welled up in Kurt's eyes as he processed my words, his heart heavy with the weight of our impending conversation. "I don't want to lose you, Merci," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

"And you won't," I reassured him, squeezing his hand gently. "But we need to be honest with each other if we're going to make this work."

For a moment, we sat in silence, the weight of our words hanging heavy in the air between us. But despite the uncertainty and fear that gripped my heart, I knew that this conversation was long overdue and that it was the first step towards healing our fractured relationship.

"Let's go home," Kurt said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "We need to talk."

As we made our way back to the hotel, I felt a sense of trepidation mingled with hope. Our relationship was facing its biggest test yet, but I was determined to fight for us, to confront the issues that threatened to tear us apart and emerge stronger on the other side.

And as we settled into our hotel room, ready to face the difficult conversation that lay ahead, I knew that no matter what the future held, Kurt and I would face it together, united in our love and commitment to each other.

As we entered our hotel room, the atmosphere felt heavy with unspoken tension. Kurt paced back and forth, his brow furrowed in deep thought while I perched nervously on the edge of the bed, my heart racing with uncertainty.

Finally, Kurt stopped pacing and turned to face me, his expression serious. "We need to talk," he said, his voice steady but tinged with emotion.

I nodded, steeling myself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead. "I know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm ready."

For a moment, neither of us spoke, the weight of our words hanging heavy in the air between us. But then, with a deep breath, Kurt began to speak, his voice raw with vulnerability.

"I'm sorry, Merci," he said, his eyes filled with regret. "I know I've been jealous and insecure, and it's not fair to you. I just... I can't help it sometimes. It's like this voice in my head that won't stop, telling me that I'm not good enough for you, that you'll leave me for someone better."

My heart ached at the pain in Kurt's voice, and I reached out to take his hand in mine, offering him what little comfort I could. "Kurt, you are more than enough for me," I said earnestly, my voice filled with conviction. "You're kind, talented, and loving, and I wouldn't trade you for anyone or anything in the world."

Tears welled up in Kurt's eyes as he listened to my words, his heart overflowing with gratitude and relief. "I love you, Merci," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I love you more than anything."

"I love you too, Kurt," I replied, my own tears spilling over as I pulled him into a tight embrace. In that moment, all of our fears and insecurities melted away, leaving nothing but the pure, unadulterated love that bound us together.

As we held each other close, the weight of our past struggles seemed to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and determination. Together, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead, secure in the knowledge that as long as we had each other, we could overcome anything.

As we were entwined in each other's arms, I knew that no matter what the future held, Kurt and I would face it together, united in our love and commitment to each other. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly at peace, knowing that our love was stronger than any obstacle that stood in our way.

"I'm still afraid, Merci," he said. I kissed his lips. "Don't be," I replied and kissed him again, more passionately than the last. He wrapped his hands around me and reciprocated the kiss. Soon enough, that pure, unadulterated love spewed on the bed, and it became just plain adulterous. I hoped that this moment would last forever.

I hoped that Kurt and I would last forever.

Soon, the release date for Nevermind's lead single had arrived. Kurt, Krist, Dave, and I were a mix of excitement and nerves, their anticipation palpable as they awaited the moment that could change their lives forever.

On the day of the release, we gathered around a vintage TV in the studio, where we switched the channel to MTV's 120 Minutes, our hearts pounding in unison as we listened to the DJ's voice crackle through the TV.

"And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for," the DJ announced, his voice filled with anticipation. "Here it is, the debut of Nirvana's latest single, 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'!"

Kurt's grip tightened on my hand as the opening sequence of the music video and the familiar chords filled the room, a sense of euphoria washing over us as the familiar melody filled the air.

"It's happening," Kurt whispered, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

I squeezed his hand, offering him a reassuring smile as we listened intently to the song. As the last notes faded away, a hush fell over the room, followed by a chorus of cheers and applause.

"We did it," Kurt exclaimed, his eyes shining with pride as he turned to me. "Can you believe it?"

I nodded, my heart swelling with pride for him. "I always knew you could do it," I replied, my voice filled with admiration.

As "Smells Like Teen Spirit" soared to the top of the charts, Nirvana's fame skyrocketed, thrusting us into the spotlight and forever altering the course of music history.

But amidst the whirlwind of success, Kurt and I found moments of quiet reflection, savoring the significance of this milestone together.

"This is just the beginning," Kurt said, his voice filled with determination as he wrapped his arms around me. "And no matter what happens, we'll face it together."

I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me as I leaned into his embrace. In that moment, surrounded by the music and the love of my life, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would always be each other's greatest source of strength and support.