The audience rushed to their feet as Kurt Anderson-Hummel stepped forward to take his bow.
Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he looked out into the sea of cheering people.
One face stood out in the crowd of strangers. A man. A man with wild black curls and golden hazel eyes.
A man with a thousand watt smile and tears running down his cheeks cheering his head off.
Finally the curtain went down and Kurt went to his dressing room.
The walk there was a haze with many members of the cast and crew coming up to him, congratulating him on his stunning performance.
He opened the door of his dressing room to find the man from the audience waiting for him with open arms.
Kurt was quickly pulled into a hug, one of the man's hands reaching up gently stroking his hair.
Kurt looked up, glasz eyes meeting hazel, still slightly pink from tears.
Kurt reached up to meet the familiar lips with a soft, sweet, gentle kiss filled with love.
When they finally pulled away to breathe Kurt placed his head on the man's chest arms wrapped around him tightly like a blanket.
They stood there, embraced in each other's arms for a long time, warm, safe and happy.
They didn't need to speak, they understood each other perfectly.
AN: Wow where did this come from?
Apologies for any mistakes as this was written at 3am. (:
Thank you for reading and sorry it's so short, apprently I can only write short fics.
It looked much longer when it was written in my notebook. :/
Thank you again! 3