A/N: Once again inspired by a song Thinking of You by Katy Perry. I actually have another story based on the same song but I haven't finished it yet. This is the first chapter of about three or maybe four not very long but long enough to not be one chapter all together. No Smut. Sorry. Just longing and all that. Hope you like it! :) There is actually no dialogue in this story. Except when Kurt yells in frustration. So yeah...

Mason returns! -le gasp- Dun dun dun!

Disclaimer: Glee, Blaine, Kurt belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox. But if they ever go up for sale I would be first to buy em! :D

Kurt Hummel was once in love. But as everyone knows High School romances rarely ever last. But that romance, the one with Warbler Blaine Anderson, never dies down in his mind. Even when he's making love with his new partner his mind wonders over to Blaine. He has to force himself to repeat Mason's name over and over in his head so he doesn't moan or whisper the wrong one.

And some little part of him can't help but wonder and hope that Blaine remembers or at the very least is reminded of him every once in a while as well. When he has the time to sit and think he remembers Blaine's curly black hair. He remembers those honey eyes. He remembers the chest hair that would tickle him whenever they would mess around in his bedroom at his dad's house. Or at the movies. The mall. The Lima bean.

It isn't that Kurt didn't love Mason because he did. They've been together since their sophomore year at college and they're going on five years in about two months. But Mason would never replace Blaine. He has had that little taste of perfection before and this really wasn't ever going to compare. It was as if Blaine was a dead husband or something instead of an ex boyfriend. You move on but you never forget.

Mason was perfect. He had short dark blonde hair that Kurt loved running his fingers through. He had full lips (like Blaine). His eyes were a light shade of blue and gray. His square jaw line was perfection and Kurt loved dropping little kisses there. He was very defined. Kurt loved it. He loved trailing and tracing his fingers over those muscles when they were cuddled in bed or on the couch watching TV together. Mason was an excellent cook (also like Blaine). He loved Mason but he wasn't in love with Mason.

Kurt missed the old days when he could watch musicals and Disney movies without watching them alone. He missed singing duets with people (one especially in particular). He missed just going out for coffee to have a chat. He missed having someone to discuss the latest vogue with. Mason didn't like doing any of these things.

But relationships aren't always about perfection. Sometimes they're about compromise. Right?

He wonders if Blaine is with anyone right now. Having to compromise his love music. He doubts Blaine would ever compromise that since it's what he breathed and loved.

He remembers when he and Blaine broke up. It was for all the usual reasons. They didn't think a long distance thing was going to work. Kurt was going to NYU and Blaine was going to UCLA. It was a mutual decision. But it had hurt and Kurt didn't go out with any boy his whole freshmen year of college. The only reason he actually gave Mason a chance was because he didn't stop trying. Every chance he got he would ask Kurt out even when he had been shot down. Kurt found it flattering.

Now here they were, almost five years later in their own apartment in New York City. Well, Kurt was here. Mason was at work. Kurt sometimes hated that Mason was the working one in the relationship but he hadn't been able to find a job. He got fired from his last job at a marketing business after the boss tried to make a move on him and Kurt refused. He didn't want to bring any attention to that so he went without a fight. He had only been working there for a year anyway.

Kurt was sketching designs sitting on the black sofa with a coffee in his left hand and a pencil in the other. He couldn't get the shading and colorings quite right for almost an hour. Out of frustration he threw his hands up also throwing the pencil and sketchbook across the room

"Ugh! This is bullshit!" He put his face in his hands and groaned.

He got up from the couch and went to his bedroom. First he went to his own dresser and pulled out a little key that was taped to the bottom of his sock drawer. He searched his closet for a small chest. When he found it his heart started pounding faster and louder. He sat down on the floor and stuck the key in and then turned it. He looked at all the pictures of himself and New Directions. Him and Mercedes in their cheerios uniforms. Him and Rachel after their Barbra Streisand flash mob. His dad's wedding pictures. He actually let a few tears fall because he missed them. Especially his dad and Mercedes. Maybe he'll go visit in a few weeks.

But underneath all these pictures was a tiny sub-compartment that contained his favorite memories. Him and Blaine at Prom. After they first kissed (he smiled at that one.) During and after graduation. And then the last picture they took together right before they broke up. He stared at the pictures and his eyes started to cloud. He missed this crazy boy he once loved. This crazy boy he still loved.

His chest started to ache. And he wrapped himself up holding his chin to his knees and rocking back and forth. He figured he needed to find a way to get over it. Over him because it's not like he was going to see Blaine ever again anyway. He put all the pictures back and locked the chest before putting it back in the closet.

He hadn't looked at those memories in years. Whenever he looked at the memories of his friends and family no matter how tempting it was he couldn't bring himself to look at the memories of Blaine. His longing hadn't gotten this bad since his freshmen year of college. But maybe he was just lonely. Lately Mason had been coming home at nine instead of seven. Kurt never questioned it though. He knew being with a lawyer was going to be somewhat difficult. He had to deal with women flirting with Mason all the time. And Mason had worked later before so it wasn't a big deal.

He wiped at his eyes and started contemplating ideas to keep his mind busy and Blaine free. He didn't really feel like sketching anything at the moment and almost every movie he owned reminded him of the man. Had he done that intentionally? After a few minutes of just staring blankly into space he decided maybe reading would keep him busy.

He needed fresh air. He needed to stretch his legs and get out of this apartment if only for an hour or two. So he put on his coat and scarf, grabbed his bag and headed out the door.

A/N: So was it alright? Bad? Good? Should I bother continuing? Let me know...