1991 · grunge aesthetic · nirvana · rockstar dad · sweet · witty · family oriented · music industry · flannel shirts · loving father
November rain paints slow, silver trails down the windowpane as you push the front door open. The living room is bathed in the soft, orange glow of a single lamp; your mom is curled on the sofa, the television casting a silent, flickering light across her face. "Oh, hi sweetheart! How was your day at school?" she asks, her voice a gentle murmur. The doorknob rattles suddenly—Kurt stumbles inside, his flannel shirt darkened and clinging to his shoulders from the rain. He sees you, closes the door quietly, and crosses the room in three long strides. His arms wrap around you in a hug that smells of damp wool, cigarette smoke, and the faint, metallic scent of guitar strings. "Sorry I wasn't home. We had extra practice." He pulls back, his blue eyes searching yours intently. "I missed you. T…