It's been quite some time, but here is my new fic! I'll try to update as often as I can, but I can't make any promises.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Glee, how much I'd like to, I don't.

Enjoy :)


People say life is boring. That nothing ever happens. We'll, I believe that to be false. Life is a story. And you're the writer of your own story. It's you who decides if it's boring or not. Take my father for example. He was hardworking archeology student (some might say nerd, but for the sake of it, let's say hardworking). He enjoyed life, he truly did. He'd make breakfast, walk to school, listen to some old men rambling on about things that aren't even found yet, study in the library until it closed, and walk back to his tiny apartment. When I say tiny, I mean tiny. It had a bed, a stove, a small fridge, and a closet. The only other thing that could fit in there was my father himself. I guess that's what you get if you have to pay for college yourself.

He always had the same long days. Yes, they were boring, but he liked it that way. Just going along, no weird bumps or odd sideways on his way. And he was perfectly fine with that. His life might be boring for outsiders looking at it, but he didn't think so. He thought his life didn't miss anything special. Until one day. That one day that changed everything.

That day started out normal. My father, Kurt Hummel, had slept a nice, full 8 hours. His toast was perfectly brown, and the rest was as normal as could be. Somehow he was a bit early, but he didn't want to wait, so he slowly walked his way to the lecture hall.

Normally, it's quiet. Only the birds chirping, some lost people wondering around, probably finding their way home after a night with far too much alcohol. Sometimes there are some squirrels desperately trying to get some food from Kurt, which he , the man he is, gives.

But today there was something very, very odd going on. He wasn't the only one the streets. All around him where students franticly running around with books, students arguing actively with one and other, some talking in normal volume, others almost screaming, and a few students were staring of into the distance. A small rush of panic went through him. Did he forget that he had finals? Was there something important he was forgetting? Did everyone's motivation get swapped by the motivation of dogs who want to get treats? Whatever it was, he wanted to know what was causing this peculiar behavior.

He walked on to the lecture hall, only to find out that there were about 10 people in total present. Apparently the rest were too busy with whatever was making everyone go nuts. Kurt looked around the big room, with wooden pillars halfway stuck in the wood covered walls. The room smelt of old, but he enjoyed the smell. It belonged there. That is what attracted him to archeology. Everything that seems so out of place, but when you know more, you realize that it belonged there all along. It was everything surrounding it that is out of place. Every old structure or building survived storms, earthquakes, man, and more. Everything around it needs help standing. With enough character, it seems that you can survive everything, even if you don't belong.

Choosing out of 10 people, it shouldn't be hard trying to find someone to sit next to. Halfway the row of chairs was one of his friends, Sam Evans. And when I say one of his friends, I basically mean his only friend. While he made his way across the room to where Sam was sitting, everyone stared at him. They all must've guessed already that not many people were coming. Sam waved enthusiastically as he saw Kurt. Sam surely wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but the things he knew, he knew better than anyone. He can name every pyramid in Egypt and to which Pharaoh it belonged, but ask him what an appendix is, he'll answer that it's a book.

With an awkward smile, Kurt gave a small wave back. He put his bag on the ground, but before he even could open his mouth and ask how Sam was going, Sam said, loud enough for everyone to hear, even though that wasn't too difficult: "Do you know who it is? You've got to know. You're so good in puzzles and riddles and stuff."

A confused face was all that Kurt could give. "You don't know, man?" Sam asked, clearly getting the hint. "Someone posted a riddle all over campus with a reward of 10,000 dollars for whoever solves it. Everyone is going frantic and trying to crack it. I've tried, but gave up ten minutes later."

"How come haven't I seen it?" Kurt asked. He wasn't really in the mood for solving riddles and was almost sure it was a scam. Who in his or her right mind would offer that much money? Still, if it were real, he could surly use the money.

"I don't know. I've got a copy of it, do you want to see it?"

Kurt didn't even know why, but he nodded slightly. It was true that he was good in riddles. But if the entire university is going crazy at it, it must be hard. There was no way he was going to solve it. He knew his history and could name almost every famous figure in history, but the more current (and alive) figures were a mystery.

Sam grabbed his bag and tried to find his way through all the other random pieces of paper. At least three times he seemed to think he found what he was looking for, only to realize it was something else. Right when Kurt was about to say that it didn't matter, and that he didn't need to see it, Sam found it. All crumbled up was a single piece of paper. After folding it out and failing to get all of the crinkles out, he gave it to Kurt.

In big letters it said "WHO AM I? FIND OUT AND WIN $10,000!" Under that it said some personal information about what you had to do when you found out, phone number and all that kind of stuff. Even though it seemed less of a phony, it still seemed pretty fake. And there it was, underneath even more information. The thing what has motivated everyone to open their books for once; the riddle. Right there, it read:

"You can find me,

But only if you truly go.

What's inside of me is what counts the most,

I am what I am for what's inside.

I hold love, adventure and more,

I hold everything,

Yet so little.

For my existence millions have died,

But thanks to me millions live on,

Yet no one has gone to war for me.

I stand, tall, in all my glory,

Forever stuck to the ground,

Growing as times goes by."

"Ladies and gentlemen. Even though there aren't many of you, knowledge never waits. Therefore we shall start." The professor said, just as Kurt finished the last sentence.

Quickly, he gave the riddle back to Sam, who shoved it back in his paper filled bag. Kurt reached in his own bag to take out his notebook.

His notebook open, pen in his hand, he tried to make sense of what the professor was saying. Every effort he made to concentrate failed miserably. Normally he can easily write paper after paper with notes. Today he had the date, and the name of the lecture. Nothing more could flow from his brain out of his pen. And yes, his pen was fine. It was his mind that wasn't working at all. It was stuck right at that riddle. The riddle repeated itself again and again in his head.

Before he even knew it, the lecture was over. Without thinking he packed his things and walked away, not saying anything to Sam.

Outside everything looked the same as this morning. Students were staring into an empty void, thoughts long lost trying to answer the riddle. Students looking through books, trying to make sense of it. Students arguing about the possible answers. He's already heard options such as the sea, the earth, yourself, and a tree.

Kurt fastened his pace. He didn't know what to do or where to go. Every scenario went through his mind as the riddle repeated itself in his mind.

"I hold everything, yet so little... I stand tall in my glory, forever stuck to the ground… Growing as time goes by… You can find me, but only if you truly go…"

It went on and on and on. With every repetition his confusion grew.

"What's inside me is what counts the most, I am what I am for what's inside… I hold love, adventure, and more, I hold everything…"

The problem wasn't that it was unsolvable. The problem wasn't that it was too difficult for him. The problem was that he didn't know what to do.

Because, Kurt, knew the answer.


I'm hoping to be able to update somewhere near the end of the week, but there is also a possibility it'll be somewhere next week.

I hope you liked it