It hadn't been long since Nirvana's 'Nevermind' was released, yet it was already skyrocketing to the top of the charts. Kurt knew he should feel proud of that, which he did, but the fame also came with an overwhelming pressure. The sudden contrast between his life just two years ago and his life now was uncomfortable, to say the least.

9pm. Seattle, Washington.

Throwing on a thrifted cardigan and a pair of boots, Kurt headed outside into the world's refreshing, chilly atmosphere. There in a nearby park, he found himself avoiding the thousands of thoughts and feelings that constantly troubled him. After all, there was nothing a pack of cigarettes on a cold night couldn't fix. Temporarily.

It was always that temporary comfort he sought, anyway.

The fingers on his left hand gently tapped a rhythm only audible to him on the wooden bench on which he was seated. Meanwhile, he gently inhaled the burning smoke from his cigarettes into his lungs with his right. Kurt, too busy smoking and staring up into the sky, never really noticed when a person approached and seated themselves beside him.