Author's Note: I thought it'd be fun to try a future fic with the Klaine children. Most chapters will have both of their POVs, but this one is just one of theirs. The chapters will be longer too, this is just setting up stuff. : ) Enjoy.


Prologue

Katy

"Could you two least try to be excited?" Dad said to me as Daddy drove us through boring town after boring town. "You're both starting a new school!"

"Yeah, in the middle of nowhere in freaking Ohio! I thought you and Daddy moved away from Ohio because it sucked so bad! Why are you coming back?" I complained, stomping my feet angrily from my seat in our black Navigator. "You don't need to answer that! It's because you hate me and want to ruin my life!"

"You're being dramatic," Daddy said, glaring at me from through the rearview mirror. "We love you Katy, and the last thing we want to do is ruin your life. Your dad got a job teaching English at William McKinley, and, well, the city isn't a place for you two to be growing up, no matter how much we love it."

"But Dadddddy, this is so stupid! Aren't you going to be bored?" I cried out, already bored from looking at the landscape. "I mean, there are cows here! Live cows! Just roaming around pastures, grazing and doing whatever cows do! This is nothing like New York!"

"I'm going to be directing at the community theater. I find that far from boring! I've had my time on stage, and it's time for me to help other people get inspired and be in the theater too," Daddy said dreamily as he stared at the open road. My Daddy, a four time tony winner, was going to be teaching at some dinky community theater and was excited about it?

I just groaned at them angrily, crossed my arms in front of me, and glared out the window at the stupid boring landscape. This wasn't how I wanted to spend my first year of high school! I wanted to spend it with all my friends at my old school in New York! This is sooo stupid!

"I should be the one who's pissed off Katy. It's my senior year of high school and I'm spending it in the middle of nowhere!" My older brother, Harry yelled, running a tan hand through his black curls.

Dad pressed the button to turn on the radio, in at attempt to drown us out, and switched it to the oldies station. I hated listening to all of their old person music, especially since they named me after one of the pop princesses of their time. I've never heard her sing before, but apparently she was important to my dads somehow.

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream," some chick sang through our speakers. Dad was singing along, staring at Daddy with gooey eyes that made me want to puke. Our parents were always all over each other! I walked in on them making out once! I had to wash my eyeballs out with soap!

"I haven't heard this song in a while. It must be a good omen," Dad said, putting his darker hand on my Daddy's pale one that was resting on the arm rest.

"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I screeched. Harry just glared at out the window with his arms folded angrily while Dad looked back at me and rolled his hazel eyes and muttered something about me being my Daddy's daughter, whatever that meant. All I knew was one thing, my life was OVER and it was all my stupid dads fault!