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☾enrolling your child in school together

KURT: Kurt was very torn on sending your child to school. On one hand, he wanted her to gain the experience of being surrounded by other kids that she could befriend, but he was also terrified that the public school system would destroy her and mentally tear her down. When you both went to the school for her first day, every single person, mostly other young parents and teachers, stared at Kurt with utter awe. He did not seem to notice any of it. All that he was concerned with was holding your daughter in his arms, clutching her close as he unwillingly wanted to put her down. "Kurt," you whispered. "We've got to leave her now." Kurt's face was white as he loosened his grip. "What if she hates it?" he murmured back. You laughed under your breath. "All kids hate school at some point, Kurt. But we've got to let her be normal. She already is living the most abnormal life, having a rockstar dad and all that." Kurt gulped but finally let your daughter down, allowing her to toddle over to where the other kids were playing. A teacher approached you both, breathless and starry-eyed. "Mr. Cobain . . . would you mind signing an autograph for me?" Kurt's eyes narrowed suspiciously and you thought the worst. "Only if you take care of my d-," Kurt started, but you interrupted him, plastering your biggest smile on your face and grabbing the pen and paper the teacher held before shoving it into Kurt's hands. "Of course he will," you said quickly. One thing that you were absolutely sure of was that Kurt would have gone to the ends of the earth to make sure his daughter was safe.

DAVE: Dave was excited to send your daughter to school, hoping that more than anything, she would have fun and make as many friends as possible. On the day of the teacher meet and greet, Dave took it upon himself to wedge his body into one of the child sized chairs situated around a coloring table where your daughter was sitting. You watched, amused, as he helped your daughter draw a rainbow with his legs cramped together and his body hunched forward. All the other kids stared at Dave in wonder, and a few straggling fathers looked panicked over the idea that they too would have to cram their large bodies into kids chair to please their little ones. "He must be so sad to let her go," the teacher simpered next to you, smiling as she watched Dave hand a blue crayon to your daughter. You smiled back, shaking your head. "Actually, he's excited for her. He never liked school much himself, but I know he really wants to see her make friends and be happy." As soon as the words left your mouth, Dave looked up at you and grinned. You returned his smile, watching as your two favorite people in the world sat happily next to each other as if they were the only people in the room.

KRIST: While you and Krist's son was very much so attached to you, his love for his father was an entirely different thing. Your son absolutely adored Krist, and when the time came for him to be dropped off at his new school, he was positively terrified to let go of his dad. "He can't do this right now," you griped as your son clung to Krist, his arms around his neck and his face hidden in his chest. "He's just nervous, that's all," Krist reasoned, patting your son's back. Krist was the kind of father that any child would have been lucky to have. He supported and nurtured every passion and dream your son had accumulated in his early years, and Krist taught him everything he could have ever wanted to know. Any free time that Krist had had become solely devoted to being his son's best friend. He truly was the best father, never pressuring your son to be something he wasn't. When you walked into the classroom, your son whimpered and held on to Krist tighter. "Stay, daddy," he pleaded. Krist looked at you with a pained expression and you shot him a warning look. Krist was a total softie with your son, but now was not the time for him to be a pushover. Krist set him down on the carpet decorated with color assigned blocks, placing a hand on his back. "[Your son's name], I've got to go now, okay? But I'll be back later with mommy, I promise. When the big hand on that clock is on the two and the little one is on the six, I'll be standing at the door waiting for you. Okay?" Your son sniffed and nodded, tears escaping his eyes. Krist wiped them away and kissed your son's head, looking away quickly. When you both had said goodbye and gotten back into your car, you saw that Krist was crying too. "He'll be alright. He's going to learn so much," you said softly. Krist held your hand tightly and looked at you with glassy eyes. "Of course he will," he said. "He's our son."