Kurt is your father. He would often be touring or just at concerts, so you didn't see him as much as you wanted to. Though he was often home in the evening.

You were getting ready for bed when you heard the front door open. You smiled to yourself and got into bed as quick as possible.

Not long after, the door of your room opened. Kurt walked in and sat down beside your bed, gently stroking your hair as he grabbed his guitar. He would always sing a little lullaby before you went to sleep.