Here For You

Thirteen

A few weeks have passed. Kurt is home in the apartment. Dave heard the news about Kurt's refusal for rehabilitation.

Currently, a video tape from the VCR was playing on the little boxed television as background noise.

Kurt is painting in his bedroom while Dave and Krist are downstairs talking.

"I can't believe he refused to get that sort of help." Dave spoke as he leaned back on the couch. A joint of weed in his fingertips as he placed it up to his lips.

Krist was sitting on the chair beside the couch. Looking at Dave as he sighed.

"I know. But it's Kurt's decision. He has no more heroin though. Before he came home, I cleaned out everything. He's empty of it." Krist reassured to the drummer.

Dave began to cough after he finished smoking his joint. His eyes had a light red hue on them as he passed it to Krist.

"Well that's good that you removed it from here...he's been clean for two weeks then." Dave says after having his coughing fit.

Krist takes a drag of the joint of weed and began to cough. Exhaling the smoke in the air as he coughed.

"Yeah, that's fucking progress. I'm so proud of him." Krist nodded as he finished up the joint.

This caused Dave to whine saying that Krist hogged it all. But they broke into a fit of giggles.

"Here, watch the film. I'm going to check on Kurt." Krist muttered as he got off the chair.

He walked his tall self to the stairs and went up them. He can hear The Beatles lightly playing upstairs on the record player.

Krist walked himself to Kurt's bedroom. He bites the inside of his cheek as he knocked softly on the door.

"Kurt?"

Kurt sets his paint brush into a deep shade of green before lifting the brush. He heard his name being called.

"Yeah?" His raspy voice spoke out as the door opened. Revealing the bass player.

Kurt turned his head once he heard the door open. His blonde hair was partly in his face. He gave a small shy smile.

"Hi Kurt, how are you?" Krist asks softly as he shuts the door behind himself once he entered.

"Fine." Kurt replied as he turned to face the canvas. Continuing to paint his artwork of visuals onto it.

"Just fine?" Krist questioned as he folded his hands once he took a seat on Kurt's bed.

Kurt was sitting on a little spinning chair with the canvas propped on the easel. Kurt nodded his head.

Krist sighed as he got up. He placed a hand onto the blondes shoulder. "Are you actually okay?"

Kurt groaned in slight annoyance as he finished painting some small details of a flower.

"Fuck,man. Yes. I'm okay." Kurt replied. Setting his brush down once he finished painting.

He span himself around. Facing Krist with a gentle look in his cerulean eyes. "Just more paranoid..withdrawal." He pried in with his emotions a bit further.

Krist nodded. "It'll do that. But it's okay. Im Here For You." He reassured to the shorter blonde.

Kurt got off the chair. "Can we go out to smoke? I.. actually need to talk to you." He sounded so hesitant.

Krist nodded, a small smile crept up on his lips.

"Yeah, Kurt. We can smoke." Krist replied as they left the room.