Kurt had never been more grateful to be paired with such a talented actress for Sandy. It was just before the intermission when it happened; he had just three or so lines before it was an even more successful first act than last night when his eyes caught someone in the front row of the audience. A curly haired, hazel eyed someone that made Kurt's heart skip a beat and his breath freeze in his chest. For just a moment he forgot he was on stage in front of hundreds of people, surrounded by actors waiting for him to deliver his line. For just a moment he was seventeen again, standing on a staircase and staring into the hazel eyes of a shortish boy in a navy blazer with red piping, feeling his heart thud in his chest in a way he'd never felt before in his life and wondering if perhaps love at first sight was real after all. It was just a second, but it was enough for him to stumble, miss his cue, and flush a bright red at his mistake. Tessa on the other hand remained calm, caught his eye, and mouthed his line subtly so he could simply repeat after her before the curtain fell closed. Even when everyone around him began moving, preparing for the second act, he remained frozen in his place, still uncertain whether he was just dreaming or not.

"Hey Kurt," Tessa whispered, drawing his attention, "You okay?" He didn't know how to respond, simply shaking his head almost imperceptibly as he felt tears threaten in his eyes.

"Blaine's here." He whispered, almost unable to believe it.

"Blaine? The Blaine?" Tessa gasped, a hand clapping to her mouth in shock. She was the only person in his life anymore who knew about Blaine and their past together, and the only one that knew just how unhappy he was.

"Front row, third from the left." He muttered his face as white as ash, while Tessa jumped up to go and spy on him from the wings.

"Wow, he's hot!" She blurted, "You actually tapped that?" Her hands once again clapped to her mouth, eyes widening apologetically as her words caught up with her, but Kurt just laughed softly.

"Yeah, I guess I did. I just, I can't believe he's here. But then again, Grease was always a guilty pleasure of his." Tessa grinned, catching the tiny smile on Kurt's lips as he murmured to himself, "I can't believe he's here."

"Guys. Positions. Now!" Johnny hissed, narrowing his eyes at the pair, who scrambled up and made their way across the stage to begin the second act.

"You're the one that I want!" Kurt belted his eyes settling on Blaine in the audience. Until this song he'd been aware of the other boy's presence, attention always on him and him alone, but had been able to resist the urge he felt to meet his eyes again, however, apparently when singing a song about wanting someone, Blaine's magnetism was far too strong! He shot the handsome boy a small smile, catching the grin it prompted in response as he continued to dance and sing with Tessa, who looked stunning in her leather pants. She too caught where his eyes had strayed to, a smirk clear on her face as she raised an eyebrow. It was a testament to how much they'd practiced this dance that they could perform it flawlessly, even when so distracted. Finally Kurt grabbed her hands, pulling her into him while she wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders. Without thinking about how Blaine, his Blaine, was watching this, he leaned down to kiss her passionately as the script called for. They remained like that as everyone surrounded them, hiding the pair from view and allowing them to break apart. Tessa took a deep breath, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers before breaking forwards through the line of people in front of them, and falling instantly into the choreography for 'We Go Together'.

When it was over Kurt hurried back to his dressing room, unable to hide the grin on his face that had appeared when he'd caught the smile on Blaine's face at curtain call. Despite the slight flubbing of his lines when he'd first caught sight of Blaine, tonight had been the best performance of all, and the sweat sticking his thin white tee to his back was hard evidence. He was all set to shuck off his clothing and take a shower when he heard a voice outside the door.

"Excuse me Mr. Hummel. There is a man at the backstage door demanding we let him through to see you; he claims his name is Blaine Anderson and you know him. Should I get security to throw him out?"

"No!" He called almost too immediately, his voice slightly too loud and desperate, "No, I do know him. I'll head down there now to meet him. Thankyou Darren." Before he'd even finished his sentence he was running out of the room, grabbing the leather jacket and slinging it on, snatching his phone off the side and taking off down the corridor at a sprint. Tessa watched as he went careering wildly around the corners as his heavyweight boots skidded on the highly polished floors and smirked slightly to herself. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was Kurt Hummel.

Blaine was standing about five feet from the backstage door, flowers in hand as he alternated between shivering violently and shooting the security guard cold glares. Fair enough he could be a stalker, wanting to brutally murder the lead in a Broadway play (unlikely, but possible) but he wasn't. And it was bloody freezing. And he really, really wanted to see Kurt. After ten minutes and still no sign of the tall, thin, beautiful love of his life, he sighed heavily and turned away; assuming Kurt wasn't going to see him after all. Trying to blink back his tears of disappointment and hurt, he turned away from the door and let the flowers hang limply in his hand. This was a stupid idea, after all! He berated himself. There were footsteps behind him, a person panting as they obviously ran wherever they were going; it was one of the things he loved about New York, people were always rushing around so purposefully. It's a shame really that Kurt wasn't one of them.

"I hope you weren't going to leave already." That beautiful angel's voice called after him, panting slightly and Blaine spun on his heel, not even bothering to hide the shock he was sure was clear on his face. "Blaine…" Kurt breathed. Kurt. He was right there, standing in a skin tight white t-shirt that clung to his chest, a leather jacket adding a slightly edgy look that Blaine couldn't deny was incredibly hot.

"Kurt." He whispered back, finding himself frozen to the spot with wide, surprised eyes. The bunch of flowers slid from his grasp, but neither boy cared, if they even noticed. Blaine would never know who it was who made that first move, but before he could blink they were in eachothers' arms. It felt amazing to be in Blaine's arms again; his chest was hard against Kurt's, his muscled arms holding him tight and making him feel more put together than he had in years, his hair was curlier than it used to be, and Blaine didn't have it plastered to his head with gel anymore. Kurt inhaled deeply, realising there were tears in his eyes as he breathed in a scent that could only be described as Blaine. Neither of them spoke, afraid to break the moment, but when Blaine tilted his face up to look at Kurt's, the taller boy didn't hesitate to press their lips together. It didn't matter that he knew nothing of this boy's life any more, it didn't matter that they'd not seen eachother in five years, all Kurt cared about was that he was here now, and he was so very tempting.

Blaine's eyes fluttered closed as he moved his lips fiercely against Kurt's. As they kissed passionately, desperately, Blaine was struck by how much he'd missed this boy in his arms. He'd known he was barely holding it together, not quite complete without a Hummel in his life, but now that Kurt was right there, kissing him like he had five years before, he felt like maybe he'd be able to get through life.

"God, I've missed you." He almost growled as he pulled away, desperate for air. "I've missed you so much. I feel like… like I can breathe again." He whispered, as hazel eyes met grey.

"Me too, Blaine. I've missed you so, so much! But I don't understand how are you here?"

"I live here now." Blaine breathed, "but we can talk later, just hold me again, please?" he almost begged, but Kurt was already tightening his grip on the shorter boy, resting his chin in the soft, curly hair, as tears spilled down his cheeks.

"I'll hold you forever!" He whispered, and Blaine felt his heart twist in pleasure-pain. He wouldn't be able to survive letting go of Kurt again.