Title: Unwritten

Category: Glee

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Genre: Romance & Hurt/Comfort

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters or anything else that has to do with the show.

A/N: Hey everybody! Sorry it's been a really long time since I last updated, school and life have gotten in the way. So here's chapter 3, I hope you like it :)

The young brunet marvelled at the comfortable feeling that settled in his stomach as he walked hand in hand with his boyfriend through the park. It's so nice to be able to do this without being taunted, he thought.

The young man stopped, turning to his lover who looked questioningly at him, wondering why he had abruptly halted their stroll. The two men stared lovingly into each other's eyes and the brunet reached up to rub his hand through the darker-haired man's loose curls.

"I love you so much," he murmured as his lover started stroking his cheek lightly.

"I love you too," the dark haired man whispered before closing the distance between their lips to seal their destiny with a kiss.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Kurt angrily swung his arm to shut up whatever that annoying sound was that had woken him from the wonderful dream he had been having. As he heard his alarm clock fall to floor with a clatter, he sat up, rubbing his eyes and wondering why he had set an alarm in the first place. Right now he wished he hadn't because he had just been dreaming about walking through Central Park in New York with his boyfriend.

Wait... what? he thought. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't even have a friend. Kurt slumped grumpily onto the covers of his bed. He decided that he had gotten too engrossed in his last book that the characters had even followed him into his dreams. You're losing it Hummel, he thought as he stared dejectedly up at the ceiling.

As Kurt got up to look out the window at the sun rising, his eyes briefly scanned his calendar because he still couldn't remember why he had gotten up so early any way. When he noticed the bold black letters written under the day's date, he quickly raced to the bathroom to shower and change because he was already running late. He had completely forgotten that he was supposed to meet with the publisher at 9 to discuss his new book.

Kurt finished his morning routine in record time and was out of his house by eight thirty, to begin his twenty minute walk to the publisher's office. Great, he though after checking his watch, I'll be able to stop and get my coffee too so I'm not annoyed when I talk to these people.

Since Kurt generally didn't like to talk to people, and he was fine being as invisible as possible, he rarely actually went to visit the publisher of his books. Normally they would just correspond via email, but since this was Kurt's fourth book and he was fairly popular all over the world, the publisher wanted Kurt to come to the office to discuss the book there.

Before Kurt left his apartment building, he stopped in the coffee shop on the first floor to pick up his grande nonfat mocha. He then proceeded to exit the building to begin his walk to the publishing office.

He probably could have called a taxi because the offices weren't really close to his apartment, but ever since Kurt had stopped going out and hanging out with people, he had taken to walking a lot which was his favourite solitary sport. In a city like Chicago, it was usually a lot faster to walk somewhere any way because it was almost always rush hour in the city.

As Kurt breathed in the fresh morning air, he smiled and gazed up at the buildings around him. This is why he had wanted to come to a city after high school; all of the buildings were so tall, and there were so many people that it was easy to go unnoticed, compared to Lima where everyone knew him. As he continued walking, many people rushed by not even looking at him, which Kurt didn't mind and the few that did only gave him friendly smiles. Even after living in Chicago for 6 years, he was still so shocked that people weren't sneering at him or looking disgusted by him like the people in Lima had, and it really did a lot for Kurt's happiness that there were actually kind people in the world.

Kurt continued walking until he saw the bright blue ND Publishers sign rising up in front of him on the side of the tall, modern glass building that housed the offices. Kurt smiled to himself, the publisher had been brand new when Kurt wrote his first book but he figured the name, New Directions, was the perfect name for the company that was going to help him start a new direction on his life. They had taken a chance on each other and now Kurt was a world famous author and ND Publishers was a world-renowned publishing service.

Kurt strolled up to the large glass doors (the door handles were shaped like an N and a D) and grabbed a hold of the D handle to open the door. He immediately felt the rush of air conditioning meet him and walked into the plush reception area of the large office building. The young blonde sitting at the receptionist's desk looked up and smiled when she saw Kurt slowly making his way towards her.

"Hi Mr. Hummel," Brittany said joyfully. "Mr. Schuester is currently away on business in France, so he moved your meeting to his business partner, Mr. Abrams. Is that ok with you?"

Brittany had been working for ND Publishers since they had first started, despite only being 21 now. She knew how shy Kurt was and that he generally wouldn't talk to very many people. Since he was their best writer, the company worked to make him as comfortable as possible.

Kurt winced, he wasn't really interested in meeting a new person, but he put on a bright smile and said, "Sure, that's fine. Thanks Brittany."

As Kurt went to sit in the waiting area until Mr. Abrams was ready for him, he started getting really nervous. The only people Kurt had talked to in the last 6 years were his dad, stepmom, Finn, Brittany and Mr. Schuester.

The kind 45-year old, Mr. Schuester, had taken Kurt under his wing and taken a chance on him. Since then, he had become like an uncle to Kurt and Kurt couldn't help feeling at ease when he talked to the man.

Before Kurt could start hyperventilating about speaking to someone new, Brittany told him that Mr. Abrams was ready to speak to him. Kurt shakily stood up and made his way to the elevators. He pressed the up arrow button and waited for the doors to open. When he stepped inside, he pressed the lit up number 7 and waited for the elevator to whisk him up to the managers' offices.

When the ding signalled that he had reached the seventh floor, Kurt started shaking. Calm down Hummel, he thought. He's not going to hurt you. Kurt took a couple deep breaths to calm his racing heart and stepped cautiously out of the elevator.

The seventh floor secretary, Quinn, looked up from her computer screen when she heard the elevator open and smiled at Kurt. The two had never actually talked, but she was friendly to him nonetheless. This time though, she stood up and walked to Mr. Abrams door and opened it for Kurt.

"Good luck, hun," the 33-year old lady said soothingly. Pretty much everyone in the offices knew about Kurt's withdrawn personality.

"Thank you," he whispered, giving her a small, nervous smile.

As Kurt stepped into the office, Quinn closed the door behind him with a click. The first thing Kurt noticed when he walked inside was the folded up wheelchair leaning on the wall. Then he noticed the vast collection of electronics spread sporadically around the office. Finally, Kurt turned to the man sitting behind the desk in a green knitted sweater. Kurt thought he looked to be in his late 20s, maybe 28, and that he looked nice enough.

When the man spoke, Kurt felt suddenly at ease. "Hi, Mr. Hummel, it's nice to meet you. I'm Artie Abrams, but you can call me Artie."

Kurt looked at the outstretched hand for a second before clasping it with his own, glad that they weren't sweating, and smiled. "You can call me Kurt," he said quietly. "And it's nice to meet you too."

Kurt sat down in the dark blue chair situated across from Artie's desk and felt himself relax. He had had one of these meetings when he had sent his first book to ND. That meeting had been much more awkward though because Kurt had nearly passed out from the stress of talking to so many new people in one day. Now, he knew it was going to go much better because he had come to trust the employees at ND.

"Ok, let's discuss this book," Artie said in a friendly tone as he settled back in his chair, prepared for all the information Kurt was willing to say.

For the next 75 minutes, the two men discussed the specifics of how Kurt wanted his book laid out, and what his hopes for it were. When they finished, Kurt felt exhausted; he hadn't talked that much in ages. Both men decided that they were satisfied with the results of their meeting and Kurt went to leave.

Kurt had almost reached the door when Artie called his name with one last thing to ask him. Kurt turned around and saw that Artie had picked up a sticky note off of his desk.

"Kurt," he said. "We've been getting many calls regarding you from talk shows and reporters and they are all asking if you'd be interested in doing a book tour? It would start in LA and go across the country, if you're interested."

Kurt hesitated, he really didn't want to be recognized in public, or talk to people such as reporters. "I don't know," Kurt said, nervously. "I don't think I could do that. Why would they be contacting you guys though? You're not my agent."

"Yes that's true," Artie conceded. "But since there isn't really any information about you on the books, the press has decided to try and reach you through us. You don't have to come up with a decision right away. You can think about it, and get back to us if you want. No pressure."

Kurt smiled gratefully at Artie. "Thank you," he said. "I will get back to you by the end of the week."

"I'll look forward to talking to you again Kurt. Have a good week."

"Thanks for everything, Artie. Good-bye."

Kurt got up and promptly walked out of the office. He thanked Quinn at her desk before making his way to the bank of elevators. He said good-bye to Brittany and quickly headed outside. He had a lot of thinking to do.

As Kurt walked back to his apartment, he thought in great detail about whether he should do a book tour or not. He didn't really want to because it would involve public appearances, and a lot of talk shows and he wasn't sure that he would be able to handle that. On the other hand, if his readers knew who he was, and could put a real person to his name, the stories might seem more real to them and he could make a positive influence in some people's lives.

When Kurt got back to his apartment, he was no closer to finding an answer to his dilemma. He decided to call the one person of whose opinion really mattered to him, his dad.

Upon re-entering his home, Kurt picked up his cell phone and immediately dialled the number for his dad's garage. "Hummel's Tires, how may I help you?" Burt's gruff voice sounded down the line.

"Hey dad, it's me again," Kurt replied.

"Hey kiddo! Wow! Two days in a row, it's great to hear from you again." Kurt couldn't keep the wide grin off his face at how excited his dad sounded to hear from him.

"I wanted to ask your opinion on something," Kurt stated. "You know how I get really nervous and don't, you know, talk to people, like, ever?" Burt grunted and Kurt took that to mean yes. "Well," he continued. "I've been given this opportunity to do a book tour for my new novel, and I really don't know if I should do it or not."

Burt was silent for a few moments, absorbing what his son had just said. "You mean, as in do interviews and stuff about the book," he questioned.

"Yeah," Kurt replied. "I know it's not really my thing, I can't talk to anyone, really, without nearly hyperventilating, but I feel I owe it to my fans who have stuck by me without even knowing who I am."

Burt pondered what his son was saying. On one hand, he was happy that his son was thinking about coming out of his shell and touring his book, but he also didn't want him to take on too much too fast. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Kurt's father asked.

"I just don't know dad. I... I just don't know."

"Well, I'll support you in whatever you choose. And know that I am very proud of you for considering it. I've been worried about you these last few years."

"I know dad, I'm sorry for worrying you. I think I'm going to do it. If I find it's too much, I'll just come home and hope I haven't done too much damage. And I'll get a trip to LA out of it." Kurt smiled as he thought about it. Even if he was by himself, LA could be fun; after New York, it was the next place he had dreamed of going.

"I think it's a great idea, kiddo, if you're up for it. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Thanks dad. I'll talk to you later. I love you."

"I love you too, Kurt."

After Kurt hung up he walked over to his window and stared at the couples down on the sidewalk. He shivered thinking about what he was going to do. Who would guess that the hermit in Apartment 417 would actually be world-renowned author, Kurt Hummel?

Kurt picked up his cell again and immediately called back Artie Abrams.

"Hey man, that was quick. What would you like me to tell these press people that keep asking for you?" Artie answered the phone.

Kurt hesitated for a second, sorting out his mind. "Tell them," he started. "That I'm in."

Artie paused. "Wow! Really? That's great! I'll email you all the info soon, ok bud?"

"Great," Kurt replied. "Talk to you later, Artie."

Kurt hung up the phone again and flopped back in his desk chair. What have I gotten myself into? he thought.

A/N: Soooo, what did you think? Please review and let me know. Also, if you notice any inconsistencies, can you also let me know so I can fix them because I'm worried that I might be repeating characters or something. As usual, I'm sorry if it's boring, I can't guarantee that it will get more exciting because I haven't really decided exactly what's going to happen yet. I know how I want it to end but the middle's kind of iffy. What do you guys think of the new season of Glee so far? I personally LOVE any song that Blaine performs. Well, I should be heading off to bed, another quiz tomorrow. I hope you guys liked this chapter. Please review, favourite, alert, whatever you want. Next chapter is Blaine and if you have any suggestions for what he should do, please let me know because I've got nothing right now. Thanks for reading :)