It had been a very long day for Kurt at McKinley High School, pretty much like any other day. He got a slushie to the face (again, that was the third time that week), ruining his new outfit that he had just gotten that weekend. It had only been second period-and how the football players got slushies at 8:45 in the morning, Kurt had no idea-so Kurt had to proudly wear the red stains on his white sweater for the rest of the day like a girl with period stains. Just a typical day in the life of Kurt Hummel.

The bullying had really started to get to Kurt. Luckily, though, he finally found a place to hide in, a place where he could do whatever he wanted in seclusion, to not be bothered by anyone or anything: the public library. Books had recently become Kurt's best friend. Yes, he liked reading before, but because of recent events he needed them more than ever. He was able to escape through time and space; he could visit so many places yet remain in the same chair for hours, and return to the mundane world, calling his dad for a pickup. He could be anyone and anything, leaving Kurt Hummel behind. He laughed, he cried, he felt empty inside when he finished a good book. But despite everything, Kurt much preferred staying curled up in his chair in his little corner, secluded in the back of the room with earbuds in and his nose in a book, than in reality at McKinley.

It was a rainy Wednesday, about two weeks after Kurt started his daily routine of going to the library. Thankfully, it was within a mile of the school, so he walked swiftly through the backroads with his black umbrella up, hoping that no one would notice him. The mission was a success: he made it to the library in good time. All of this walking was getting him into better shape. Kurt rushed up the stairs like a kid running into a candy store, excited to delve into a new epic or saga or whatever caught his eyes.

It was a considerably large library with a large Adult and Children's section. Kurt did not go to those: there was a miniscule Teens section hidden away in the back. That was because no one ever went there,ever. Just Kurt, and every so often the ancient, evil head librarian Mrs. Devon peeked in and gave Kurt the death stare for her short check up. Aside from that, it remained empty.

The day before, he had finishedThe Hostby Stephenie Meyer. It was a random read, considering that he had a special place of burning ignominy forTwilightin his heart. He didn't want to read something modern that day, he wanted a classic. He quickly foundThe Scarlet Letter, a book that he'd heard of but never got around to reading. Kurt grabbed the book from the shelf; with it an unmarked book fell to the ground. Filled with curiosity, he picked it up and brought the two books to his corner.

He sat down in his chair, examining the book, the inside thick with at least two hundred pages of paper. It seemed pretty new, or very well kept. Kurt ran his fingers over the material of the midnight blue cover; it was not labeled. No title, no author, no reviews on the back. Kurt opened the book.

The Book Project, someone had written in beautiful calligraphy on the first page.

Oh, it's a journal of some sort, or a diary, Kurt realized. He searched for a name or address of the owner: nothing. Intrigued, Kurt flipped the page.

Entry 1:Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stoneby J.K Rowling

Kurt felt his heart leap at the title.Harry Potterwas his favorite series to ever grace the Earth. He read on:

Personal Note: I decided to commence this journey with a classic, modern series, one of the most well-known and well-written pieces that was published during my lifetime. I guess it will serve as a "control" for this project. Nevertheless, whether the title is "Sorcerer's" or "Philosopher's", this first book changed the lives of children everywhere.

The author began to summarize the book in great detail. Kurt smiled as he described Harry's adventures at Hogwarts perfectly: many wonderful memories of the series began to rush back from when he read the books as a kid.

Review: JK Rowling is my hero, as she is the one who got me into reading in the first place. Reading became not just an activity for leisure, but an escape from reality into a place where nearly everyone feels they belong. It's a beautiful thing.

PN (continued): I'm not really sure why I started this, but I think this could serve beautifully for The Project, thus why I titled this bookThe Book Project.I guess it's something to keep me occupied with. I'm glad that I started with a good series; I probably would've stopped at the review if I had started withCommon Senseor something similar. Until next time,
-BDA

Who was this BDA? He wrote so well, expressing how Kurt felt about the books. He reread the Personal Note, hoping to find out more about the author between the lines. Nothing gave, except the fact that he was bored and had a good sense of humor. Kurt wasn't sure of his gender (he decided on "he" just because it would be rude to refer to him as an "it"), of his age, of whether he preferred apples to oranges, but the mystery of it all somewhat attracted Kurt. Not like that, more like his adventure had come. In books, there's always some sort of mystery or odyssey that the main character has to go on.

But who was BDA? He didn't recognize the initials, nor the handwriting. Perhaps the author would reveal his identity in the other entries.

Kurt scanned the rest of the Harry Potter entries with no success. He did, however, enjoy reading them, although he disagreed with BDA's opinion ofThe Order of the Phoenix. Finally, he reached the most recent entry aboutThe Scarlet Letter. Big mistake: while he found no information about the author, he read the whole summary revealing the plot of the entire book.

Suddenly, Kurt got an idea. Underneath BDA's elaborate signature, he wrote:

Tag your spoilers, please! I found your journal with this book,The Scarlet Letter; why did you leave it there? And who are you?
-KH
PS. You have amazing handwriting, and write amazing summaries.

He paused for a moment, and then sighed with disappointment, leaving some space from where he last wrote.

Sorry, I was expecting you to write back like Tom Riddle's diary. I guess I can trust you, if this isn't a Horcrux...although I don't know if you have any others...

Kurt closed the book, leavingThe Scarlet Letternext to it on the table in front of him. There was no point in reading it anymore; he got up and looked for theHarry Pottersection in the room.

About two hours later, Kurt decided it was time to leave. He put backThe Sorcerer's Stone(he was more than halfway through, right at the Mirror of Erised: Kurt did not feel like bawling his eyes out that day) and returned to his little corner in the back, where his school bag,The Scarlet Letter, andThe Book Projectwere waiting for him on the table. He decided to leave the two books there for BDA to find, hoping he wouldn't be so reckless with his belongings the next time.

Kurt didn't even know how it got there, the Book; within the three total hours of his stay, the only person to come into the room was Mrs. Devon, the ancient librarian. She was not the nicest woman to Kurt, but as long as he was silent and somewhat hidden, she did not bother him-that was why he had his corner set up in the back. Kurt wondered if BDA ever saw the woman, or Kurt for that matter.

Kurt grabbed his backpack and left the room, wondering what would become of that blue Book and its owner, the mysterious BDA.