Kurt Hummel picked up hid pencil and tapped it hopelessly against the wooden desk, trying to form some sort of inspiration in his mind. It was days like this that his mind wandered to a certain someone, asking himself questions like "What is he doing now?" "How is he doing?" "Does he miss me?" "Does he think about me?" These thoughts occurred often, almost daily.
He missed that boy's smile and voice and how their hands fit so perfectly. With a sigh he put down his pencil and stared out of the window into the night sky. That was years ago…years since he last saw the guy or talked to him. Kurt was two years out of college already and sharing an apartment with Rachel Berry, as if it wasn't already obvious. Finn had long been out of the picture for Rachel, but he was still Kurt's family, so when Finn did visit, Rachel often became uptight and awkward or just left all together.
"How's the designing going?" Rachel asked as she walked in combing her fresh from the shower hair.
"Horribly. I have no source of inspiration." Kurt groaned pushing his palms to his eyes, different colors flashed under his eye lids until he took a breath in and removed his hands to look at Rachel.
"I wish that you would just land a role so you didn't have to work for that terrible boss of yours" Rachel said sympathetically. Kurt nodded.
"Same here, but we can't all be fabulous Rachel Berry's, taking down auditions like no tomorrow" There was an air of sarcasm in his voice but he meant well. He was happy for Rachel; he just wished he could land at least one role. Plus he was sick of Rachel bringing home all these cute theatre boys…he wanted to have a cute theatre boy to bring home too.
Still his mind wandered to the boy once again and he felt guilty. He broke the poor guy's heart, he broke his own heart. That was his first love, so how could he ever get over him? Kurt sighed again; that was five years ago, he thought to himself as he turned back to his sketch book and pencil.
"Are you sure you don't just want to call it a night? You might get some inspiration from your dreams." But Kurt knew he wouldn't. All he ever dreamed about anymore was the Dalton staircase, his old dead bird, and Tony from Westside Story. No inspiration would come from those things.
"I'm sure, I'll think of something." He said picking up his pencil and tapping once again. Rachel sighed but said goodnight and soon Kurt was alone. He looked outside again and wondered where in the world his teenage dream could be, because on nights like this one, when Kurt was exceptionally lonely, Blaine Anderson never left his mind.