I went upstairs with the pancakes for Kurt and I. A Beatles record was playing in the room, it was Something.
As I opened the door to the bedroom, I came in with a tray with the plates of pancakes. You see, Kurt and I thought we should have a relaxing morning with breakfast in our bed, while watching MTV on the television.
I hopped into the bed, resting my head on Kurt's shoulder. I placed the tray in front of us.
As Kurt began to feel hungry, he looked down on the pancakes.
He saw the special one I had made for him.
Kurt looked at me with love in his eyes for a second, before we had a full make-out session.
»I love you baby girl« Kurt said, wrapping his arms around me. »I love you too. Always and forever« I told him, kissing his nose and holding his hand.
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Kurt Cobain fan-fiction ♡
FanfictionThis is, in no way, to disrespect Kurt in any way. I love him so much ♡ I don't own any of the pictures. All the writing is my own. *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ
