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This is my first time actually posting a story, so I do hope you all will like it. This story is based off of a true story so please be respectful and think about that before saying anything mean. There is character death, though I won't tell you who. I guess you'll just have to keep reading and find out!

WARNING: Angst, Tragedy, Character Death

I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR KURT OR BLAINE. (Sadly)

We passed under the sign saying Westerville 15 mi and I noticed the boys had finally settling down, after such a long drive. It only took them eight hours. Kurt thought to himself with a chuckle. He hadn't wanted to do this to them, to up and leave, but it's what was best. It had been finalized last week, the divorce. Kurofsky was devastated; he had begged and pleaded when I'd given him the papers. He knew I was right though. We fought all the time, even over the smallest of things. That was no way to raise two young boys, having their parents fight constantly.

So, early this morning I woke the boys up and told them to pack anything they wanted into my large suitcases, anything and everything. A little, confused the boys did so and rooms bare, we left. They asked questions for hours, with me only supplying vague answers. Not really wanting to tell them, that I had left Papa quite yet. It was what Mikhail said that really astonished me,

"I'm glad we're leaving, Papa was mean to Daddy." My sweet little five year old boy, saying such things, swelled my heart. I had fought hard to not show it on my face. Shortly after that they fell asleep. I looked back at the two, slumped against each other in the back row. I remember when Kurofsky and I had picked Halen up from the orphanage. We had been so happy, even as a baby Halen had had a full head of blonde curls. He was such a good baby, too, slept through the night most of the time and learned quickly, two years later we had decided to adopt again. That's when we had gotten Mikhail. He cried a bit more, and that was when we started fighting. Often, Kurofsky would come home from work late and I would question where he had been. Knowing full well he had been at the bar, I could smell it on him. I shivered at the memory of the one night; he had gotten fed up and slapped me. He immediately apologized but it had stayed with me.

I turned onto the off ramp, towards our destination, Westerville, Ohio. As we entered the town I saw a large school set off in the distance a sign at the entrance reading Dalton Private Boys Academy. If I could only afford that for Halen and Mikhail, I quickly waved off the thought. I turned into a large apartment complex, and parked the car. I looked around for the manager, he had said he would meet me outside. Noticing a short stout middle aged man who was looking around the parking lot, I figured it must be him. Not wanting to wake the boys, I silently exited the car locking it behind me and walked over to the man.

"Mr. Hummel?" He said in a gruff voice. Up close he looked rather scruffy but he had kind looking eyes.

"Kurt Hummel, yes, and you are Mr. Weiss I suppose?" I said reaching my hand out to him. He took it firmly. "I faxed over the paper work last night, you got them correct?"

"Yes, and everything is in order. I just need an ID, and then I can show you your apartment and give you your key." He said. I shuffled in my pocket and pulled out my wallet, retrieving my license. Mr. Weiss looked over the license and nodded. "Good, now would I shall show you your apartment."

"One moment, my sons are in the car, let me wake them." He nodded again with a smile as I turned back to the car. I opened the back door and peered in. They were still both asleep. I smiled and reached over, nudging Halen. "Halen, Mikhail, wake up. We're here." Mikhail and Halen slowly opened their eyes, yawning and looking around.

"Daddy, is this our new home?" Mikhail asked, yawning. I nodded, smiling at how cute Mikhail is.

"Now come on, the nice man Mr. Weiss is going to show us our apartment. Get out, come on." I said. The two boys hopped out of the car, and smiled sleepily at Mr. Weiss. "Mr. Weiss these are my two sons, Mikhail," I gestured towards the younger, "and Halen, my eldest." Mr. Weiss approached the boys and shook their hands.

"A pleasure to meet you all." He said with a smile. "Now come on."

We went up to the fourth floor of the building and stopped at apartment 426. Mr. Weiss searched in his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. After a few moments he found the right key and unlocked the door.

The apartment is extremely plain, but some decorating would definitely fix that. On your left when you walk in is a small kitchen with a breakfast counter that opens up into the living room. Towards the back of the living room is a hallway that I guess is leads to the rooms. Mr. Weiss leads us through showing us the utilities, sure enough that hallway led to two rooms. There's one bathroom with a tub and shower head. When he showed us the rooms, Halen immediately tried to claim the bigger room. I laughed at him and shot down his claim, much to his dismay.

"Well, that's it." Mr. Weiss said, leading us back to the kitchen. Opening one of the drawers he pulled out a key, and handed it to me. "This is your key, so I guess I'll let you guys settle in and get everything situated. Next door you have another family, a young girl, Maria, her husband, Hosea, and their little girl, Pin. Pin is around Halen's age I believe," he said gesturing to the 7 year old, "they're in room 425 and is 427 is a young bachelor, he tends to keep to himself and his art. That's Blaine. If you need any help I'm sure either of them would be glad to provide some." With that Mr. Weiss left.

"So, boys." I said with a huff. "What do you think?"

Soooo? What did you think so far? This is just the prologue, and every thing will get rolling in the next few chapters. I hope to update this story as fast as I can, but with work, who knows. I will try though.

REVIEW it will keep me motivated to continue!