"He's Gone, Dave."

Chapter 15

The clock now read 10PM. Krist left four hours ago. Kurt has the channel changed. The remote loosely held in his hand as he flicking through channels boredly.

Dave is cooking in the kitchen. Something simple. Chicken noodle soup on the stove.

"Babe? Is your tummy upset?" Dave asked from the kitchen. Which is right. Kurt's stomach, back and heart have been hurting physically.

But his mental health is at stake the most. His mind is his worst enemy. Kurt remained silent. Listening to the voices in his mind.

' you don't belong here anymore. '
' it's time to go. '
'get high.'
'because you deserve to–'

"Kurt?! Baby?!" Dave hollared again. Snapping Kurt out of his thoughts. He turned his head. "What?'

"I said, is your tummy upset?" Dave asks. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen and living room. The wooden spoon in his hand.

Kurt nodded his head. He cleared his throat. "A little, yeah. How's that soup coming along?"

"Almost done. Come sit at the table, honey." Dave responded and went back to the kitchen.

Kurt sighed. He didn't feel motivated to get up. "Can't we just eat it in front of the TV?!" He called back.

"No, babe! We haven't ate at the table in a few days! C'mon now!" Dave replied.

Kurt groaned as he forced himself up. He slowly walked himself over. One arm around his stomach.

Taking a seat at the table. Kurt sighed as he is served a small bowl of soup in front of him.

Dave kissed Kurt's temple. "I love you, honey." He reminded. Kurt hummed. "Mhm, love you too." He replied.

Dave knew something was wrong with Kurt. He takes a seat at the table. Placing his hand on top of Kurt's.

"You okay?" Dave asked. Using his other hand, Kurt takes a small bite-ful of his meal. Chewing it and swallowing it with ease, he gave a nod. "Uh-huh."

In the back of his mind, Kurt desperately wanted to get high again. But not on marijuana...

"You sure? Since Krist left you've been all hushy on me."Dave stuck his bottom lip out as he rubbed Kurt's long sleeved covered forearm.

"I–" Kurt began but Dave cut him off. "Did I tell Krist too early? Did you want to say it? I'm so sorry if I rushed it out." Dave over thought the situation.

But that wasn't even bothering Kurt.

What really was hurting the blond was his own mind and self hatred for himself.

"Wha–Ha! No! Baby, no!" Kurt imediantly declined Dave's rush of questions. Shaking his head as he takes another bite of the soup.

"Oh thank goodness.. I thought I screwed something up and you were mad at me." Dave admitted as he lowered his head.

Kurt sets his spoon down. He grasps both of Dave's hands. "Never, Davey. I'll never be mad at you. Unless you do something really, really, fucked up. But knowing you, you wouldn't do such things."

Dave sighed in relief as he watched Kurt lift his(Dave's) hands up. Kurt kissed Dave's hands.

"Now serve yourself up! You gotta eat some of this soup. It's delicious." Kurt complimented as he lets go of the brunet's hands.

Dave smiled at his boyfriend. He gets up and rubbed Kurt's back. "Sounds good, baby." He agreed and went over to serve himself some soup.

Coming back with a bowl in his hands, Dave takes a seat in front of Kurt. The two sat one on one in front of the table.

Eating in a soft comforting silence. They enjoy each other's presences. A soft rain occured in the background.

Dave felt so proud for his boyfriend. Kurt has been clean for two months. It is March. Kurt has been clean since January.

But soon that will completely change.

In Kurt's mind, he just stared at his empty bowl now. Thinking helplessly about the drug he so desired.

Then he remembered, he has some syringes hidden in his very own dresser. And Dave has absolutely no clue about this.

Making a regretful plan in the back of his head. Kurt gave a slight nod. Dave finished his last bite. Swallowing it down as he asks, "Why'd you nod?"

"Huh-" Kurt blinked out of his trance. He laughed it off and responded, "Oh nothing. Just thinking about us two heading to a park tomorrow afternoon?" He asks. Making up an excuse.

Dave's eyes sparkled in happiness.

"Oh i'd love to go!" He beamed happily.

Kurt sighed. His heart pained. He hates lying to his boyfriend. But he sees himself as weak. And thinks he doesn't need help.

Not at all.

"Great.." Kurt muttered in reply. Smiling towards his boyfriend.