Notes: This story is inspired by my newest musical obsession of 'Avenue Q'. I got to thinking and it hit me that some of the characters matched fairly well of those in the musical. I thought that I'd try my hand at this. I do allow criticism, but please only if it's constructive criticism. No straight-out flames because you simply hate the story.

Keep in mind as you read this that it's simply for humor reasons. The plot probably won't be as intricate as most. The characters that the Teen Titans represent are not guaranteed to stay throughout the story. Some songs fit all the way through the story, but most won't. References to the songs will be made throughout this fic. This first chapter is pretty much just the prologue

Characters for this chapter:

Princeton – Raven

Brian – Robin

Christmas Eve – Starfire/Kory

Gary – Cyborg/Victor

Nikki (sp?) – Beast Boy/Gar

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or Avenue Q.

The violet-haired girl moved silently through the streets, glancing at the prices of the rentals as she passed through. She sighed once again, only seeing more zeroes than she could afford.

She had just gone through Avenue O and was nearing the rest of the alphabet of the apartment complexes. As it looked, she had no chance of finding anything in her price range.

Avenue P proved only slightly better than the one before, but the prices weren't low enough for her to live off what she had…at least until she could find a job. Her grip on the two suitcases she carried tightened as she struggled to move them onto the next street. As she rounded the corner, they fell from numbed fingers and her arms drifted uselessly to the side. She shrugged before sitting on the largest of the luggage pieces.

From down the street, she saw a group of people gathered on the sidewalk. Her eyes glanced over them, counting three in all. She sighed and concentrated her attention on a 'For Rent' sign posted on an apartment on the second floor of the decrepit building.

Her eyes instinctively widened upon seeing the money requested…and it was just per year! Her mind drifted from the numbness in her arms to the group of people gathered farther down the street. She forced herself to stand and slowly made her way over to them.

"Excuse me," she called out, wincing at the volume of her words. She preferred not to raise her voice unless needed.

A man with spiked black hair was the first to hear her, "Can I help you?" The other two surrounding him stopped their incessant talking and directed their attention to her.

"I'm looking for a place to live," she replied.

"Why are you looking out here," a tall redhead asked.

"Started in Avenue A," the violet-haired girl told her, "This is the cheapest I've seen so far."

"Well, then, welcome new friend," the redhead beamed, "My name is Kory. This is my fiancé Robin."

"Call me Rob," the black-haired man insisted, a reddish-tinge on his cheeks from the use of his real name, "My parents were either hippies or secretly wanting a girl."

"Just call me Gar," the third person stated. He was the shortest of the present group and had blond hair. His green eyes revealed that there was another embarrassing reason behind that nickname as well.

"Raven," she introduced herself, "And please, no nicknames. I rather don't like them." She paused, "So, where can I find the super?"

"I'll get him," Rob told her, then turned towards the apartments behind him, "Hey Victor!"

"I'm coming," a voice called out, not sounding at all pleased by the interruption. A tall black man emerged shortly afterwards, clothing stained with oil and smudges of residue. A wrench was clenched in his hand and he stuffed a dirty white cloth into one of his pockets. His gray eyes rested on Raven, "You need to rent a place?"

"Yes. It looks like you have good rates…in other words, something that I can afford."

Victor nodded in understanding. Too many people came through, finding Avenue Q to be the only place they could afford. Not a lot of them considered that Avenues R through Z existed, though the rates were much the same as here.

Victor and Raven spoke briefly before he handed over the keys and pointed out the apartment in question. She sighed in relief and headed back to pick up her luggage. Gar followed after her, wanting to help. He struggled just to drag the larger bag up the stairs.

"So," he asked, placing the suitcase inside. A few measly pieces of furniture decorated the apartment. It was enough for a small degree of comfort and that's all Raven could ask for, "What brings you down here anyway? Just out of college?"

"Yes."

"What did you study," Garfield questioned once he realized that Raven wasn't going to give out information freely.

"English," Raven answered, "I just got my Bachelor's a few days ago."

"What can you do with a B.A. in English," Garfield asked in disgust, not having found success in the subject.

"I want to write. That means spending most of my time inside to get everything done. Before I think of fame though, I needed a place to stay."

"This isn't all you own is it?"

"My parents are sending the rest of my stuff down once I give them my address," Raven told him, "I'm not going back to retrieve anything that I don't need."

"Well, I hope you like it here," Gar commented, "It's not a fancy neighborhood, but it's home."

"All I ask for," Raven assured him.

Gar turned to exit the apartment, but stopped in the doorway, positioning himself to face her, "You know," he started, halting when she turned her dark blue eyes to meet his, "Everyone's headed downtown tonight. We might go see a movie at the dollar theatre or just stroll around town. Wanna…" he stopped once more when her mouth opened to correct him, "I mean, want to come with…us?"

Raven was silent as she considered the possibilities. Either stay in her miniscule apartment with nothing to do, at least until her things arrived, or go out to town with a group of people she barely knew, "All right. I'll come. When are you leaving?"