(A/N): I wrote the beginnings of this a long time ago. 2009, to be exact.

But now it's here.

And now I'm finishing it.

Just so that you know... you could count this as a songfic. The first section could go with Defying Gravity (I'm using all the Glee versions for these... I like them best). The next part goes with My Life Would Suck Without You. The final part goes with No Air.

Yes, they're all relevant. The lyrics are, anyway. And the moods are, too. Kinda.

By the time you're reading this, I'm dead.

No, it doesn't bother me. She's here, too.

She's mine, and I'm hers. We're happy.

Well, kinda.

It's the way we got here that we're not happy about.

We'll tell our story.

My family was poor. Very poor. We had barely anything to eat. Always on the verge of starvation.

My father was always moving around. Trying to get a job. We hadn't heard from him in a long time. We always figured that 'the next day' we would see his will in the mail. If he even made one. And if we had a mailbox to get mail.

These thoughts went on for seven years.

Then, one day on our doorstep (which was covered in several inches of snow), I found an envelope. I remembered his handwriting from when he would help me write stories. It was his. It was addressed to me and my sister.

"Mother!" I called. "There's a letter from Father! It's addressed to me and my sister!"

Well, I didn't say the 'my sister' part. I said her name. But the ghosts were right. The names go first. I don't remember my lover's name, for example, but I remember our time together. But I'm getting sidetracked.

Mother told me to bring it into the kitchen and open it and read it for us. Mother, being nearly blind, could no longer read.

I read the single page I found inside.

"Dear Son and Daughter," (Again, I'm substituting for the names I don't know)

"I have, after the several years of being apart, been able to save up enough money for this. Come to the Place of Dreams! I shall make you stars! I wish to see all of you again so much. Come here, to where I am, and become part of a tale."

"I have already purchased three train tickets to get you here. Flip over the page and you shall see them, taped to the back. Come and see your dear father again, and have the opportunity of a lifetime!"

"With love, Father"

I flipped the page over and, true to his word, three train tickets to The Place of Dreams were taped there. Realizing they were addressed for a train that was leaving tonight at four, I told my mother and sister to pack up their bags. I did the same with mine, packing my favorite red tail bow and necktie.

I didn't look back at my room. I figured that I would come back here eventually, to my first home, the place I was born, the place I hoped to die. But I was dead wrong. Because all of that changed.

(A/N): Oh. Isn't that strange?

I haven't touched this in two years and I just noticed the pun thing I put in there.

Dead wrong... heh heh...