Here For You

Two

Kurt sat on the bed. It was a king sized. Only one bed. But the two didn't mind about that.

Krist tossed the key on the little table that also was in the hotel room. He ran a hand through his shagged brown locks.

Feeling the worrying crawl more up his spine. He walked himself over to the bed to see Kurt strumming his guitar.

He cleared his throat before he asked the blonde, "Are you okay?"

There was a pause. Kurt's fingers stopped moving across the guitars strings. His blue eyes slowly looked up at the taller.

He nodded. Krist sat on the bed beside Kurt. It caused the singular bed to dip slightly once he sat.

"You sure, Kurt?"

Kurt stands up. He walked himself over to the kitchen area, and placed the guitar there. It was on the floor, but leaned up against the wall.

"Yeah. Fine." Kurt's voice finally spoke up. It was a soft raspy voice. Krist bit the inside of his cheek.

He didn't want to push it further. Since he finally got Kurt to start talking after an hour or so.

"Okay." Krist muttered. "You tired?" He decided to ask.

Kurt hummed as he sat himself on the floor besides the bed. The back pack beside him.

He didn't respond that time.

Krist sighed as he nodded to his own question. He got off the bed and sat beside Kurt.

Using his hand, he guided Kurt's head to his shoulder. Kurt's blonde hair curtains over his emotionless facial expression.

Krist sighed. He decided to try to get Kurt to talk again. He changed the subject.

"Have you made any art recently?"

Kurt nodded. He lifted up his skinny hand. It is boney. He moved his blonde medium lengthed hair behind his ear.

"Yeah, I made it in my journal." Kurt muttered as he grunted. He sat himself up. Hissing quietly as he felt his spine hurt.

He grabbed the backpack. He tucked up his knees as the bag rested in his lap.

"Do you want to show me?"

Kurt nodded his head as he unzipped the bag. He makes sure it wasn't necessarily exposing the other items as he takes out his red colored spiral journal.

He tossed it onto the hotel's floor. It was carpeted. He then quickly zipped up the bag and sets it back down beside him.

Clearing his throat, he opened the journal. Flipping through some of the pages of song lyrics, comic strips. Until he stopped on one specific page.

The drawing was made in different colored pens. It was truly a work of art. Krist eyed in awee.

"That looks incredible!" He complimented. Kurt felt his lips slowly curled themselves upwards for a moment before fading immediately.

"Thanks." Kurt muttered.