Why? - Kave

19

Dave tucked Kurt into the bed. He picked up his leather jacket as well from the floor. Placing it over Kurt's sleeping body.

A soft kiss was placed onto Kurt's head. "I love you." Dave whispered as he quietly left the room.

He walked down the stairs. Sighing tiredly as he entered the kitchen. He picked up the landline phone and dialed Krist's phone number.

"Hello?" Krist's voice spoke into it. Dave cleared his throat. "It's Dave. Um. Are you alone?" He asked.

Krist on the other end looked around. Shelli is asleep in her room while Krist was getting packed downstairs.

"Yeah." Krist replied. "I'll be home soon, I'm just packing here. Why, what's up?"

Dave felt himself tear up again. His voice cracked. "I found, um." Krist sighed in response.

"I found a syringe. In Kurt's hand." Dave spoke up. "It–It wasn't used. But, I guess he found it in his dresser. It's gone. I flushed it. But, it scared me. So much. I didn't want to see him like that again. He panicked. He tried grabbing it from me. I–.."

Dave broke down into sobs. Krist cleared his throat as he spoke on the other line of the phone call.

"Is he high?" He asked. Dave shakily replied. "No." Krist sighed in relief. "Where's, Kurt?" He asked.

"In his room. Asleep. He fell asleep after we fought about it.. Krist, what the fuck do I do? I'm so scared and worried about my baby. I love Kurt so much."

"Hey, I'll be home shortly. Okay? You just wait downstairs. I'll be inside in a bit. I just have to drive over there." Krist replied, much calmer.

"Okay." Dave's voice cracked as he hangs up the phone. He sniffled as he walked himself to the fridge.

He opened it. Grabbing a brown bottle of alcohol as he entered into the living room.

He popped open the bottle and chugs a bit from it. Panting softly as he slammed it onto the coffee table.

Holding his head in his hands as he waits for Krist to get home.