He's hanging out with Connor and François, a beer bottle in his hand, the music is loud and the club is packed. You're with Connor's girlfriend, sipping on some drinks together.

You glance over, Hudson's having the time of his life, laughing and dancing with Connor and François. You both laugh at their drunk rambling over the music.

Later that night you held his large warm hand, leading him out of the club to find a cab.

You live together in a shared apartment in Los Angeles.

"Baby you look so beautiful," He murmured, wrapping an arm around you while his other hand was intertwined with yours.

You snicker softly at his murmur.

"You definitely had fun in there." You replied, your thumb brushing over his knuckles.

"Yeaaa, François is a great dancer, and Connor--..." He continued, his words dragging out to a slur.

You smiled softly and listened to him ramble on about the night.