"He's Gone, Dave."

Chapter 05

Just like this, Dave And Kurt are now calmly holding each other. Kurt remained his head tucked into Dave's neck.

From the amount of screaming and sobbing, it has exhausted Kurt's body. And he has fallen asleep in Dave's arms.

The brunet is calmly petting Kurt's hair. His brown eyes looking out in the darkness of the sky.

Rain is hitting the windowpanes. It is the only sound that fluttered in the house.

They sat there, in togetherness for hours. Dave glanced over at the shattered bowl, and sighed.

He finally gets up. Holding Kurt close in his arms as he carried Kurt to the couch.

Setting Kurt down on the couch. He covered Kurt up with the blanket that was resided on the furniture.

Kneeling down, Dave brushed some hair out of Kurt's face. He held his tears back and stood up.

Walking himself to the kitchen, he sweeps up the mess of the broken glass. Once he is finished, he sighed heavily.

"Jesus Christ." Dave snapped as he tossed the broom into the closet. It made a small thud.

Dave furrowed his eyebrows as he went over to the closet.
He peered his head in. But didn't see anything. Dismissing it, he closed the closet door.

He walked himself back to the living room. The light is still on, but it's obvious the blond didn't care about it.

Dave leaned his head down. He softly pressed his lips onto the corner of Kurt's mouth.

Kurt let's out a flustered whimper as his eyes fluttered opened. Dave noticed and quickly retracted his head back.

"Hi! Kurt.. you okay?" Dave asked. Licking his lips as he eyed down at the blond.

"Yeah, im sorry." Kurt apologized as he sits up. His eyes looked so immensely tired. He reached out for Dave. "Hold me."

Dave widened his eyes apon hearing those words. He went over and sat on the couch.

Pulling Kurt up in his lap, Dave holds Kurt close. Kurt tucked his face into the drummer's neck.

Deeply he inhaled Dave's scent. Letting out a relaxed sigh as he wrapped his arms around Dave's neck.

Turning his head, Dave left a soft kiss to Kurt's head. "I'm sorry dinner was a wreck, hon. I didn't mean for it to go that way."

A soft blush dusted onto Kurt's porcelain pale cheeks. They heated up. He whimpered out, "No! –No, it's my fault. I fucked it up."

"But.." Dave trailed off. Kurt lifted his head up and straddled himself into Dave's lap. Making the drummer blush.

"It's okay, now." Kurt whispered as he trailed his lips across Dave's jawline. "I'll get through it. That's what everybody says."

Dave frowned as he sets a hand onto Kurt's back.

"Yeah, because you will get through it." Dave replied.

But Kurt didn't believe this, nor reply.