Hiya! Yay I'm so happy I'm writing this! Yayayay! My first official multi Chapter Fic, I'm so exited! Well this is only my second fic that I've ever written so go easy on me. This Chapter might be a little confuzzeling but they won't all be like this. K'ep well, I hope you like it.

I don't own glee unfortunately =(

Late into the night, a small boy with blue green eyes sat at his vanity in the dark, preparing himself of the long journey he was about to take. Folding a peace of paper in two and slipping it into a neon-pink envelope he stood and waltzed to the bed to grab the pillow and bag that rested there.

This is it, the boy though to him self, as he placed the brightly coloured envelope on the bare bedside table.

The boy inhaled deeply, taking in the scene before him. The bed was pristine, only lacking the down pillow he clutched tightly to his chest. The drawers in the bed side table were completely empty, as were the dresser and closet.

He could hear the light snores of the other boy across the room and the displeased grunt as he rolled over, a frown appearing on his face. The boy with the blue green eyes approached the other boy hesitantly and kneeled next to the bed. He brushed the back of his hand gently across the boys' cheek.

"Goodbye Love." he whispered and pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead. A small smile replaced the frown on the lips of the sleeping boy.

The small boy hugged the pillow tighter to his chest and turned away from his room-mate. He up climbed to the main level of the house, the halls where quiet and peaceful only the sounds of distant snores broke the calm. He surveyed his childhood home; so many memories good and bad were held in its walls.

A single tear fell from his eye as he unlocked the front door, No turning back now. He stepped the though the threshold onto the porch and the wind blew the through open door carrying his whispered farewells throughout the house. He pulled the door closed with a small click sealing the memories inside and locking them up tight with the brass house key he held.

He sighed and marched passed the two cars closest to the house and to the black Navigator waiting at the end of the sloped driveway. Opening the drivers' side door, he put the pillow and the bag on the passengers' seat and pulled on the gearshift, putting the car in neutral. The boy got out - being carful not to close the door all the way - and placed both his hands on the hood of the car. He gave a hard shove and rolled the car out of the driveway in near complete silence. It came to a rolling stop in the middle of the strait street, almost twenty feet from where the boy had pushed it.

He ran out to where the car had stopped and began to shove it further down the road. The boy struggled, but heaved with all his might, thanking the lord for the slight decline, until finally the navigator was far enough away from the house that the noise of the engine would not wake the people inside.

He opened the drivers' side door and climbed in resting his head on the steering wheel for a moment before looking out the windshield at the house that was more then half a block away. He stared at it for a moment and frowned. He shook his head to clear it and put the key in the ignition, wincing as the engine started and the headlights came on automatically.

The boy put the car in drive and let it cost back towards the house, he turned the corner and watched the house out the rear view mirror as he drove away, not pressing on the gas until he turned the next corner.

This was a hard 609 words to write. I tied to keep the tone a bit mysterious and ominous and maybe a little depressing. How'd I do? I'd really appreciate getting your opinions. And a HUGE! "Thank You!" to all who read my last story "I Should Get Bruises More Often."