Can't Fight This Feeling.

You And I Know There'll Be A Storm Tonight.

They reasume the tour on Florida, it was always good to be at home, specially after that ultimatum René had given her two days before.

She wanted to talk to him and it would probably be easier if they were home, maybe they could go to their little hotel next morning.

René walks to her camerino, knocking the door four times and then two little knocks more to let her know it was him.

But Kurt opens the door. And he was completely disappointed to see him there because it could only mean that she hadn't leave him, once again.

"Good evening" he says politely trying to disguise it and Kurt replies back, shaking their hands, both making more pressure than usual as Céline finished her make up, bending towards the table.

The white jumpsuit offering René an incredible view, but he tried to disguise it. "There's some meet and greet to do before the show" he says shortly.

"Ready, how do I look?" She says turning around. "Perfect" both of them say, awkward silence filling the air.

"Have a good show baby" Kurt says grabbing her waist in a possessive way, coming closer to kiss her but she offers him her cheek, "lipgloss" she winks, as she leaves behind René.

René fights the need to punch him in the face when he sees Kurt grabbing Céline's waist. But he's the husband after all. He pushes those thoughts away, determined to enjoy the little time they could spend together that night.

So they keep walking in silence, letting him guide her through the halls of the venue, suddenly he stops walking, almost making her crash against his back.

He looks around checking nobody's watching and pulls her around the corner behind a black curtain.

"Auch" she growls when her back hits the wall but he cuts her off with his lips, kissing her roughly and pressing his hips against hers.

She's surprised by him kissing her after everything he had said at her home some days ago, but there's no way she's stopping him right now.

"God, I was waiting to do that since you arrived" he mutters on her lips. He had decided that if he couldn't win her heart, he would at least drive her crazy of desire until she needed him.

"Me too" she adds breathing heavily and kisses him again only stopping when they run out of air.

"We have to go" he says and tries to walk away "René" she calls him softly. "We can't keep them waiting babe" he tells her, totally messing with her head with that nickname.

"I know, but you have lipgloss all over your face" she says making them both laugh loudly "oh shit" he says trying to take it off.

"Here, let me help you" she says and softly removes the make up from his face as his hands grabs her by her waist, his thumb caressing the exposed skin of her back.

"If you keep doing that, there won't be a show tonight" she teases him "I don't have a problem with that" he jokes and gives her a quick peck before reassuming their journey to the m&g room.

"Your manager says it's okey if you can't sing tonight" he whispers as they walk next to each other, their arms rushing against each other's. He's joking like he always did, and she was clueless. Had he changed his mind?

"He would gladly kidnap you and make you scream" he whispers in her ear.

"Please don't ask for rescue" she whispers, leaving her husband and running to his arms never seemed so easy, she was decided to do it.

But she had fans to greet so she opens the door and starts doing her job, as he stared from the corner, mesmerized by how incredible she was.

He had always known that, but now he couldn't stop staring at her, proud, his heart beating fast. He had fallen like a boy, he's been falling for years. All the way.