"He's Gone, Dave."

Chapter 03

A couple hours have gone passed away. The sky is darker now, it read 7PM on the clock in the living room.

Dave didn't mind if he stayed the night. But this is Kurt's house, and he has to get permission. Or that would be invasive of Kurt's privacy.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead. He sets the broom leant against the wall. The entire living room and kitchen are now clean.

Bottles of vodka are removed, alongside with the rest of the needles from Kurt's addiction. They are flushed out and the baggie of heroin that Kurt has been completely removed out of the home.

The floor is spotless. The dishes in the kitchen are cleaned and organized in the cabinets. Everything in the downstairs part of the house is resided and cleant.

He sighed as walked himself over to the couch. Kurt is still asleep. Kneeling down, he brushed a few strands of blond hair out of Kurt's face.

Kurt's eyes fluttered open. He sharply gasped and sat up. Groaning in sudden pain as he held his head.

"Dave–? What–What are you doing here?" Kurt asked. His voice full of exhaustion yet complete soberness.

Of course, Kurt didn't remember again. Dave chuckled lightly. "You said I can visit you. Remember?"

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. Gathering his thoughts of memory. He clicked in his mind. He gave a slight nod in approval.

"Yes." Kurt replied. "I do, now." His cerulean eyes flickering up to look at Dave's honey-brown ones.

"Will you be alright if I stayed here for the night?" Dave asked. Holding back a smile as he looked at Kurt lovingly.

"I need company. Stay as long as you like." Kurt croaked out as he gets off the couch.

Dave couldn't help but smile once he heard this response. He brought Kurt into a soft embrace.

His arms loosely around Kurt and hugging him close. Kurt remained still.  Feeling the comforting warmth of Dave's arms around him.

Dave pulled back after a few seconds. "It seemed like you needed a hug." He acknowledged.

"I'm fine, thanks." Kurt responded as he yawned. "Make some dinner would ya..? I need a smoke."

Dave gave a slight nod. "Sure, how does macaroni and cheese sound?" He questioned.

Kurt noticed the package of Winston's on the coffee table. He picks it up and removed the plastic seel.

Taking out the lighter from his back pocket he fidgeted with it. "Sounds good. Better than daily am/pm burgers from down the road."

Dave widened his eyes. He turned his head to sharply look at Kurt. "That's all you've been eating?!" He exclaimed.

Kurt shrugged his shoulders. Plopping himself back on the couch and flicking open the tiny lid of the cigarette box.

"Yeah. I haven't been motivated to even cook anything. so that's all I've been getting. Smokes, Vodka and cheese burgers." He explained as he puts a cigarette between his lips.

"Holy shit...Kurt. Well, okay. I'll get on with making the macaroni and cheese.  Okay?" Dave felt his hands get clammy as he wiped them on his pants.

"Sure." Kurt muttered as he lights himself a cigarette. Smoking inside of the house without a care in the word.

As Dave is preparing dinner, he hears Kurt's voice from the other room. "Hey, Dave! You cleaned my house?"

"Oh, yeah! I did! Do you like it?" Dave asks nervously as he finished cooking up the cheesy Kraft goodness.

"Uh –.. yeah." Kurt replied with uncertainty. Putting his cigarette out in the ashtray as he entered the kitchen.

Dave hummed softly as he turned his head to look at the frontman.