Dave reached the location of Kurt's home in Seattle. He watched as the automatic gate opened, and Dave drove his car forward.
He parked the vehicle. Turning it off, he takes the keys out of the ignition. He sighed and extended his arm.
Picking up the small package of Winston's cigarettes, he exited out of his car.
Shoving the cigarette pack into the back of his denim jeans. He exhaled heavily into the cold crisp air.
A small fog escaped out of Dave's lips from the warmth that was inside compared to the freezing air outside.
Reaching over to Kurt's front porch. The painting on the door looked chipped and out of shape.
The rain is a soft drizzle, it wasn't as heavy as it was before. The sound soothed Dave's worries.
Dave's hand made itself into a small fist as he softly knocked on the door. "Kurt?" He called out.
"Coming! Mm, sorry.." Kurt replied from the other-side. His voice sounded so exhausted from the drug that he currently is induced with.
The front door knob turned, and it revealed Kurt's condition. His body is slightly slouched forward. His shiny blond hair a complete mess.
His bright blue eyes full of exhaustion and pain. He brought his gaze slowly up to make eye contact with Dave.
"What?" Kurt asks. As if he didn't even remember inviting Dave over. Dave laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his neck. "You said I can come over." He reminded.
"I did?" Kurt asks, he didn't remember. Dave nodded his head. "Yeah, on the phone call a little while ago?"
Kurt blinked slowly. "Ohh.. yeah, that's right. Uh, come in. Excuse the mess." He replied as he stepped back for Dave to enter.
Dave entered. His nostrils got filled with the stench of drugs and emotional distress.
Feeling his shoulders get heavy, Dave walked himself to the couch. He takes a seat.
Paintings and rubbered dolls are hanging on the walls, a Buddhist stature in the corner of the living room. Some syringes emptied in the corner of the room.
Scratch marks across the walls, signifying a trip that Kurt had.
A small boxed TV played a random VCR tape in the background. Dave felt startled when the front door slammed.
"I, - Oh!" Kurt exclaimed and held a finger up. He walked over to Dave, scratching the back of his blond head.
"Sorry if I scared ya-hah, I didn't mean too." Kurt apologized with a small smile on his face.
"It's okay." Dave muttered. Fidgeting with his thumbs. A frown crept onto Kurt's face. "Look man, if you don't want to be-"
Dave imediantly cuts him off. "I do! I do want to be here! You clearly need somebody and that somebody is me! I ain't goin' anywhere!"
Kurt is taken aback from the sudden outburst Dave had. His blown pupils are staring at the drummer.
"Oh-Well. Uh-Haa...." Kurt blinked his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed as he wobbled a bit.
Catching himself with the arm of the couch, Kurt cleared his throat. "Mm-, Sorry Dave. I'm not in the right state of my mind."
Dave knew Kurt was high on heroin. It was obviously so. The drummer got off the couch and placed a hand onto Kurt's back.
"Hey, don't apologize. I know this must be really hard on you..." Dave replied. Kurt gave a slight nod. "Yea-hah, I'm just so tired today."
"Let's get you into bed. You really need a rest." Dave replied as he wrapped his arms around Kurt.
"I'm so tired!" Kurt cried out as his head lays itself onto Dave's shoulder. "Oh-hoh...!" He whined.
"I know, I know." Dave muttered. "Let's just get you for a nap and then we can talk. Okay, sweetheart?"
Kurt nods his head slowly. Already nodding off, his head lowering. Blond strands curtaining Cobain's face.
Grohl lightly moved the strands out of Kurt's face as the two walk together to the stairway.
"Oh!" Kurt stared up at the stairs. He shakes his head. "I can't walk up that." He admitted.
"Let's get you settled on the couch then." Dave replied as he guided Kurt back to the couch.
Carefully, the drummer guided Kurt to lay down. As soon as Kurt's body is in the laying position, he crashed out.
Dave gave a sad smile to the doped male as he pecked Kurt's forehead. Standing back up, he takes the cigarette pack out of pocket.
Lightly tossing it to the small coffee table that is set in the middle of the living room.
Dave takes a good look around the living room. Mostly downstairs was a complete wreck.
The drummer walks to the stairs. Quietly walking up them as he peered his head down the hallway.
It looked much cleaner up there. "Kurt probably is downstairs most of the time then.." Dave acknowledged towards himself.
He walked back down the stairs. Where the large living room and kitchen are present.
"Let's clean this mess." Dave admits to himself, his hands on his hips as he takes in the mess before him.
And that's when he got straight to work.
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"He's Gone, Dave."
Fanfiction[ Dave Grohl ♡ Kurt Cobain. ] Courtney Love has divorced Kurt Cobain and has taken the baby with her. Leaving the blond headed man completely heartbroken and depressed. Dave wants to be there for Kurt as much as he can. But one night, he's too late...
