A/N- Ok I'm being ambitious and writing 2 stories at once. Why? I have no clue and will probably regret this at 2am when my brain won't shut up. The title is from the Adele song 'Someone like you' which I love (Ryan Murphy please put this on S3 of Glee) The idea also came from the song. This shouldn't be too long, maybe 5 chapters but who knows.

Background: Kurt & Blaine were together from 16, at 19 they moved to New York together. At 21 Blaine left Kurt. They are now 27 and haven't seen or spoke to each other in 6 years.

"Kurt? Kurt?" the insistent banging on his bedroom door roused him from sleep

"Whahh-?" he mumbled as he rubbed his hands over his face, his voice was hoarse from sleep, he cleared his throat "What Rachel?"

"Can you pick up dinner on your way home tonight? I have a late rehearsal" she called through the door "Can you stop at that Thai place maybe and get our usual?"

Kurt raised his head momentarily and shouted out his assent before burying it back into the pillow. He wasn't due at the shop until 11.00, he turned his head and looked at the clock. 8.00am. He could easily get another 2 hours sleep. As nice as it would be, that extra 2 hours wouldn't burn off the chicken Alfredo he had eaten last night. He sighed heavily and dragged himself out of bed, he found the t-shirt he had thrown off in the middle of the night and pulled it on. He grabbed his running shoes from the closet and set off towards the small makeshift gym he and Rachel had created.

They lived together in a 3 bedroom apartment in New York City. Between the both of them they made good money and could afford a nice place. It had taken along time for them to decorate it, Kurt having to pry Rachel away from the floral wallpapers and pink rugs. Finally they had compromised on a shabby chic decor that pleased Rachel's inner grandma and Kurt's love for French Provincial furniture. Kurt sat down on the floor in the spare bedroom/make shift gym. He pulled his running shoes on and tied the laces tight, he grabbed his Ipod and placed the ear buds in. He hopped onto the treadmill and started it up.

3 miles later he felt much better, he hated exercise with a passion but it had become a necessary evil the older he became. In his late teens and early 20's a healthy diet had been enough but now at 27, 3 years shy of 30, exercise gave him that extra boost.

An hour later he was dressed and walking to work, he held a cardboard tray with two take away coffees in it. He pushed open the door and the tinkling bells alerted Jade to his arrival, she poked her head up from behind the counter, she grinned when she saw him "Oh my god! The new shipment of fabrics arrived! They are glorious!" she cried

"Good morning to you to Jade" he said with a smirk. He walked over and placed her Chai Latte on the counter top and removed his own Nonfat Mocha.

Kurt had met Jade when he had applied for a casual position in her boutique while he was still at design school. 'Jade's' specialized in one of a kind pieces, whether they be vintage or hand made by Jade herself. She took alot of customer orders and rehabbing of old vintage pieces. She and Kurt had hit it off right away and his part time work here had helped him finish college.

He had started off sewing buttons and fixing hems until Jade had seen some scribbled designs on a napkin and demanded to know why she had not seen his portfolio. 5 years later Kurt was a partner in the business and his designs adorned the mannequins and hung from the racks.

Jade held up a peach chiffon "Isn't this perfect for the gown Ms. Hadlestin requested? Oh god I can't wait to start on it" she stood up and grabbed her drink, she took a sip and eyed him over the rim "How was your date last night?" she asked as she set it down

Kurt groaned and shook his head "Disaster, he had only just come out and was so unsure and nervous" he shuddered at the thought "It was just awkward- Good chicken though"

"I've known you for 5 years Kurt and all you have to your name is a string of bad first dates and one night stands, maybe your being to picky?" she asked

"I have a right to be picky! I want Mr. Perfect not Mr. He'll do" he said adamantly "Besides, I'm doing ok. I have you, I have Rachel" he gestured around "I have this place"

"What happens when Jesse proposes to Rachel? Their 'off/on' relationship seems to have settled on 'on'" she lifted her drink again "It's only a matter of time"

Kurt shook his head "Who would have thought that the most dysfunctional couple in the world would suddenly become functional" he said with a wry laugh

"Seriously Kurt" she reached over and placed her hand over his "You have been alone for too long"

He pulled his hand away "I'm fine Jade, when I start worrying, you can start worrying, If I start picking up stray cats and treating them like my children, then you can worry" he said as he grabbed his coffee "Are you right out front?" he asked "I want to finish the bead work on the black shift dress" Jade nodded and Kurt headed into the back room they had set up as a sewing and design room.

3 hours later his fingers ached from the intricate work. He spread the dress out and took a step back, he admired the way the light bounced off the beads and the simple swirling pattern he had designed. He flexed his fingers and arched his back. He wondered if he could beg Rachel for a back massage tonight?

He could hear Jade out front speaking to customers, the tinkling bell had alerted him to quite a few customers that morning. He hoped she had pulled some good transactions.

He pushed the door open and walked into the main shop, there was Jade holding up one of his designs as a woman inspected it. He could see a bored looking husband (or sugar daddy) poking through the racks at the front of the store.

"Now as you can see the hem falls just above the knee, you have the height to carry this off- if you look over here you can see the intricate weaving of the fabric. The designer loves to include little details like that-"

"They are my speciality" Kurt added as he strode into the room, he offered the woman his hand "Kurt Hummel"

She took it and gave it a dainty shake "You made this piece?" she bought a hand out to finger the delicate fabric "It's remarkable" she breathed

"Thank you" he still flushed when he received genuine compliments like that "Have you tried it on?" he asked, he took the dress gently from Jade, he could see this woman had the height and build to carry the dress beautifully "I think you will find it very flattering"

He could see Jade nodding out of the corner of his eye

"Oh, I want to but my husband has a meeting uptown, we only popped in for a second because I couldn't walk past this dress in the window" she looked over her shoulder "Honey? Do I have time to try on this dress?"

He turned around-

Kurt's heart stopped beating

It was Blaine.

"I'm sure they won't mind if we are late, just be-" his sentence cut off and his eyes widened "Kurt?"

He thrust the dress into Jade's hands, not caring that he was probably too rough with the delicate fabric. Without another word he was rushing from the store, he ignored Jade's calling and brushed past Blaine's hand. The door slammed behind him and he ran. He dodged people and wove through crowds. He didn't dare look back to see if Blaine was following, he had always been able to outrun him but the boots he was wearing slowed him down significantly.

Finally when he was panting and sweating he stopped and darted into a coffee shop. He found a table at the back that was hidden from the front door. He sat down and tried to control his breathing.

Blaine.

He closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

Blaine.

His heart was pounding and his palms were sweating. The waitress came over with a pad, she eyed him warily, he imagined he looked a mess. He could feel his hair sticking to his forehead and his dress shirt was uncomfortably damp, team that with the fact that his face went bright red the second he exerted himself. He probably looked a treat.

He offered the waitress a smile and ordered an ice tea and a bag of take-away cookies as an after thought. He would need something to distract Jade with. Once she had left his eyes squeezed shut again.

Blaine.

He had avoided even thinking that name for the last 6 years and now it was flashing in his mind like a neon sign.

What was he doing here?

Who was that woman?

Why had she called him her husband?

He barely acknowledged the waitress when she bought over his ice-tea.

An hour later he approached the store with caution. Surely he wasn't still there, they had a meeting didn't they? He pushed the door open and walked in as though he was expecting a thousand snipers.

Instead he was faced with a very angry Jade (which was probably worse)

"What the hell was that?" she cried "You do realise that that was completely unprofessional and cost us a $2000.00 sale?"

"I'm sorry" he whispered. Either she didn't hear him or she didn't care

"Honestly! Who does that? Who runs away like that? And in those boots!"

"I'm sorry Jade"

"All because you run into a friend from high school who you had a falling out with. Honestly, you looked at the guy like he had just run over your puppy!"

"I'm sorr- Wait- What? A friend from high school who I had a falling out with?" he asked

"Yes. He told us the story about-"

"A friend from high school?" he repeated. His voice was low and had a dangerous edge to it

Jade noticed "Uhhh- He wasn't a friend" It was meant to be a question but it came out more like a statement.

Kurt's entire stance had gone rigid and his voice shook with fury "That was Blaine Anderson. The man I spent 5 years of my life with. The man I was madly in love with. The man I wanted to marry and raise children with. The man who disappeared one day. The man who cut ties with me. The man who kicked me out of our apartment and his life" he looked at Jade "No. He wasn't a friend" he practically spat that last part out.

"You never mentioned him"

"It was 6 years ago and it still hurts as much today as it did then"

"Oh" Jade bought her hand up and fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist

Kurt noticed "Jade?" he asked, his tone held a warning edge

"" she said quickly

"No!" he groaned and dropped heavily into an armchair that sat outside the fitting rooms.

"I'm sorry!" she cried "He was just so charming and dapper and he wanted to talk to you and resolve your issues... He was just so charming" she said again

"Yeah. That's Blaine" he stated.

"Do you want to stay at my house?" she offered

He reached up and grabbed her hand "Thank you, but I can't avoid him forever"

She squeezed his hand "I'm sorry"

"You didn't know" he looked around at the quiet store "Are you ok if I leave for the day?"

She nodded and pulled him up. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tight "Take tomorrow as well if you need it"

He pressed a kiss to her hair "Thank you"

The walk home took him longer then usual. His boots were definitely not designed for running in, he could feel blisters on his heels and his feet ached. He approached their apartment complex and stopped.

There he was.

Sitting on the steps, his head in his hands and his perfectly tailored suit crinkled. His hair was loose and unruly, Kurt knew that normally meant he had been running his fingers through it. His tie was loose and his cuffs unbuttoned.

Kurt took a deep breath. This was the moment 6 years in the making.

A/N. What do you think? Worth continuing? Leave a review and let me know. Also feel free to leave anything you would like to see in this story, I will see if it fits and if it does credit to you for inspiring me :)