New York City, NY. 1991.

Kurt was currently sitting backstage at the venue they had just played, burnt out. He was reading a newspaper, with his legs crossed on the table. Kurt suddenly heard the door open, set down his newspaper and faced the stage manager.

He looked over at you, about the speak, but suddenly stopped, blushing like crazy. Kurt just stared at you, eyes wide.

”I-I… Hey uh-..” He stammered over his own words, trying to fix his messy hair, trying to act cool.

He had never seen you before, but...damn. You were really...something. And it was kinda hot to him.