No More Secrets

04

They arrived back home. The daylight was peaking through the skies. The two got out of the car.

Kurt puts the bag on over himself. Krist grabbed the musical instrument that was in the back.

He dismissed his ticket. He wasn't planning on paying it anyway.

The two entered the home. Smelling the scent of marijuana as soon as they entered.

Dave turned his head. Joint in between his fingers as Krist shuts the door. Kurt sat on the couch.

He kept his bag on as he takes the blunt out of Dave's hands. He deeply inhaled as he takes a hit.

Exhaling out the smoke as he started to cough. Dave chuckled softly. A smile rising on his face. "Well, welcome home." He greeted.

Krist walked himself into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of alcohol from the fridge. "He was out on the road! Trying to hitchhike?! Dave, come in here!"

Dave furrowed his eyebrows. He got up and went into the kitchen. Krist was sitting at the table. Bottle in his hand.

In the other room, Kurt takes off Krist's jacket. He sets the joint into the ashtray. Putting it out so Dave can finish off of it.

He walked himself silently over and peaked his head into the kitchen. Ease dropping on the conversation his bandmates are having.

"Okay, I maybe was a little wasted.." Dave muttered out. Which caused Krist to scoff. Slamming the bottle harshly onto the table.

"That doesn't give you the right to just leave our frontman and best friend out in the middle of nowhere! I literally found him on the fucking road! I nearly hit him because it was so dark!" Krist bellowed in anger. Narrowing his hazel gaze.

Dave puts his hands up in defense. "Well im sorry! I wasn't thinking straight! I was buzzed the hell out. Just be happy he's home and safe for gods sake!"

Krist calmed himself and lifted his gaze to notice the blonde. His heart pained as Kurt entered.

Kurt lied, "I didn't hear." As he opened the fridge. Taking out the gallon of milk.

He walked himself over to the counter. Taking out a small glass as he filled it with the cold drink. Bag still slang on his shoulders.

Krist gets up. He walked himself over and placed a hand onto Kurt's shoulder. Rubbing it softly.

Dave watched the two and chuckled softly before leaving the kitchen and going to finish his joint into the living room.

"You, okay?" Krist muttered into Kurt's ear. Kurt shifted and turned. A glass of milk in his hands. The gallon held in the other.

He shoved the gallon into Krist's hands. Briefly nodding his head. Krist takes a hold of it.

Turning his body, he walked himself over to the fridge. Putting the gallon inside and softly shuts the door.

"I'm fine." Kurt croaked out. He went over and patted Krist's back. "I'll be in my room."

Handing the taller the now empty glass of milk as he left the kitchen. He walked himself up the stairs.

Krist watched the shorter frontman leave the room. He sighed softly as he sets the glass into the sink.

Sitting himself at the table. He picks up the alcohol bottle. Something seemed off about Kurt.

And Krist wanted to figure it out.