"Hey Kurt!" Kurt shut his locker after stuffing his obnoxiously large American Lit book in it, revealing Rachel Berry from behind the door. Kurt groaned internally. Yes, he wanted to have some friends, he wanted to be generally likes, but Rachel-Rachel was a different story.

"Yeah, what's up Rachel?" He asked in a chipper voice that did not belong to him. Rachel didn't notice.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to come shopping with me on Wednesday; Finn's taking me out on Friday, so I need a new dress!" She beamed at Kurt. Ever since Rachel started dating Finn, her feet had been swept off of the ground, landing not back down but rather above in the clouds where everything is happy and all smiles, where everything revolved around her and Finn. Gravity and other laws of physics seemed to have taken a hiatus from the couple (especially Rachel), but once they began working again, the fall back down to earth would be a long and painful one.

Nevertheless, Rachel was still blinded by the lights of the heavens, and couldn't see Kurt suffering on the ground below.

"We'll see. I have to ask my dad," he replied quickly, "I've got to get to lunch, bye." Kurt sped away to the cafeteria before she could launch into another story of her dreamy, fantastic boyfriend.

Kurt technically took lunch, but never actually ate in the cafeteria. Since he had lunch towards the end of the day, he'd have a little snack during study hall fourth period to hold him over until seventh period, where he'd get a granola bar from the snack line and wolf it down on his way to the school library.

Like in Mean Girls, Kurt had no where to sit. However, he hasn't found his group of friends like Cady had. She was a "regulation hottie", while Kurt was just a skinny (as in not a muscle in sight), recently-out-of-the-closet, introverted nerd who liked reading in his spare time instead of going to parties and so on. Kurt didn't seem to fit anywhere, but he didn't mind. He related it (he always related everything) to books: all main characters develop and find themselves as the story progresses. Kurt knew he still had many pages to fill in his life, and obviously the other students as well, considering that they needed plenty of mental development.

Kurt quickly got his food-well, not that quickly, considering that some jerks decided it'd be funny to push him out of line and cut in front of him-and rushed to the library so he could complete as much homework as possible.

He finished the bar right before entering the library, his stomach stopping the pangs of hunger he had been feeling the period before lunch. Kurt settled down in front of a computer to start with his Spanish project, hoping that he'd be able to do some other homework before the period ended.

There was five minutes left of lunch by the time Kurt finished all of the homework he could at school (he still had math left, his textbook was at his house). He scanned the room, searching for something to occupy himself with for the remaining time. Suddenly, Kurt got an idea.

Kurt found the corner containing the school's yearbooks, finding the one from the previous year and flipping it open.

"Last name starts with A, let's see," Kurt muttered in the silent library, and began looking through every student whose last name started with A. There were three students who had a first name that started with B: a sophomore and two juniors.

Kurt sighed and closed the book, returning it to its rightful place as he left the library for his final class of the day. He knew of all three students, and none of them fit his perception of BDA, considering that they probably had IQs equivalent to that of a squirrel.

He strangely was not bothered by the fact that he hasn't found BDA. It took off some pressure, being friends with someone who didn't go to the same school as him. Kurt wondered where BDA lived, and why he decided to go to that particular library.

Kurt's mind was far away from quantum numbers as he entered the Chemistry classroom; he was itching to get back to the library and the Book to continue his work with the stranger who he couldn't stop thinking about.

The Book was waiting for Kurt on his table as he entered his favorite room a few hours later, relieved that Monday would soon be over.

His walk to the library had been interesting, because he had a little epiphany halfway through: BDA was the only gay person he (somewhat) knew, if he was correct with his guess. It felt very strange, knowing that someone who (most likely) lived quite close to him was also gay, and even stranger that they coincidentally met-through a book. This fact did comfort him, though, knowing that he was acquainted with someone who had this connection with him.

Kurt opened the Book and opened it to the last entry. He skipped the note to check the next book, which wasLooking for Alaska. The title was vaguely familiar to Kurt, so instead of reading BDA's review and so on, he found the novel with John Green's other books, curled up in his chair, and began to read.

"Crap, it's 6:18?!" Kurt exclaimed loudly, checking his phone after finally closing the book. He quickly scribbled his review on the next page:

KH Review: This was a really good book, a 6 out of 7Harry Potterbooks in my eyes. The only problem I have is with the fact that Alaska leads on Miles/Pudge so much. Then again, it adds to her character. All characters need to have flaws, right?

I may or may not have bawled my eyes out while reading this (evidence is in the book; check for multiple tear stains). It was sad, and very beautifully written.

Now I'm off to seek my own Great Perhaps, considering that I stayed here a little too late (no personal note, sorry; I didn't even get to read yours).

Let's doAn Abundance of Katherinesnext; I'm taking a copy home. Read to page 100, so we're on the same page (literally and metaphorically).

-KH

Kurt flew out of the room with the other book in his hands, quickly checking it out an running in the front, where Burt had been waiting for nearly 30 minutes in his car. When Kurt first started going to the library, Burt said that the latest he could stay there was 6, with school work being the only exception to the rule. Kurt had not broken it...until that day.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Kurt blabbered as he hopped into the front seat of the car, throwing his bag in the back as Burt began to drive away, "I was reading this really good book and lost track of time and-"

"It's alright, Kurt." Burt said placidly, stopping at a red light down the street. He smiled at his son, and Kurt relaxed, smiling back a little. "I'm perfectly fine with you staying a little late and reading, as long as it doesn't affect your school work,"Crap, math, Kurt thought, and Burt saw the flash of realization on his son's face, "okay, so I guess this can't really happen again." He stepped lightly on the gas pedal to make his turn. "No worries, though, since you're the only kid I know, hell, probably the only kid in the county that reads as religiously as you do."Lie, Kurt thought, but he didn't feel like correcting Burt. For some reason, he didn't want to tell his dad about BDA. It wasn't that it was a bad secret, something that he wasn't supposed to do, but he liked having BDA to himself, his own little adventure.

"And I'm perfectly happy with you being different," Kurt tuned back into the conversation.

"Don't start your sentences with 'and', Dad." Kurt said before he could stop himself.

"Why?"

"Uh, it's improper," Kurt replied, turning to face the window so his dad couldn't see his grin.

"See, you really are different; loads of kids don't know that!" Burt exclaimed as he pulled into the driveway to their house.

I can think of one, Kurt thought happily as he got out of the car.