AN: This is a beginning venture into the world of writing. Things like this are what happen when I get bored. Please be easy on me, it starts to pick up after this chapter. Also, the italicized words at the bottom of each chapter are lyrics from the song. Some will be repeated, because well, words are repeated in songs :) ENJOY! And because I know I have to do this: I DO NOT OWN GLEE. If I did 4.04 wouldn't have happened.

A U-Haul pulled up in front of the multifamily house on Sycamore Street at about nine am on a beautiful, summer Sunday. The teenaged passenger looked up to the third floor, which was now his new home, dreading having to move all of the boxes and furniture up three flights of stairs. Just to the right of the truck he saw, what he assumed to be his neighbors, goofing around and laughing. He was quite confused about why so many teenagers would be up willingly so early on a summer morning. He quickly did an once-over of the teenagers and kids in front of his house. There was a guy with a Mohawk sitting on the front porch in a lawn chair with his arm wrapped around a pretty blonde girl who was holding a baby; the baby couldn't have been more than one. His eyes shifted to the ridiculously tall teen sitting on the steps and the pretty brunette sitting on the stair below him between his legs sipping out of a mug. Closest to him were a boy, who had his back turned to him, and another girl who were turning the double dutch ropes – no wait, was that an extension cord? – for two girls jumping who couldn't be older than 10.

The one thing that stuck out about them was that they were all laughing; they were all happy. Happiness was a feeling that he hadn't felt in quite a while. To be completely honest he just wanted to be done with this day so he could sleep until school started. No wait, scratch that, he'd rather sleep through school. His father took the key out the ignition and he opened the door. Now he heard it. He heard the laughter that was emanating out of the teenagers mouths, the music that was filling the street with rhythm and soul. He looked up and saw a boom box facing out of the window. He didn't even realize they still made those.

His dad stopped him before he hopped out of the truck and rested his hand on his son's shoulders. "I know this has been a hard year for us, first your mom, then me losing my job, and our house. I know this neighborhood is not ideal, but it has a lot of good people. Or so I've heard at least. It's just you and I now buddy. I love you."

"I love you too." He replied with a sigh as he hopped out of the truck and headed to the back to unlatch the hatch.

His dad sighed as well and whispered to himself. "I wish you could be happy again Blaine."

Joshua Anderson hopped out of the truck and quickly walked up the stairs past the cautious glares from the teenagers on the porch. He found the front entry unlocked and quickly bounced up the stairs to unlock their apartment door and start the move.

Blaine sat on the rear edge of the truck waiting for his dad to come back down so they could start taking what was left of their belongings upstairs. He leaned against the side of the truck and glared into it. His entire life was packed into a medium sized U-Haul. Well, what was left of it anyway. They had to get rid of most of their things when the house got foreclosed on.

His dad was down in a matter of minutes and the two began to carry their belongings up the three flights of stairs.

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As soon as the father and son were upstairs the teens started talking amongst themselves.

"So that's the new kid huh?" Puck asked without too much care.

"Yea, dad said they would be coming today." Marley replied.

"You know, we really should introduce ourselves. We were being quite rude just staring at them." Rachel added in.

"Well then maybe you should offer your services and help them take stuff up?" Kurt retorted at his melodramatic friend.

"Fine I will."

"So, do you know his story?" Finn asked quietly, worried that they may come downstairs and hear them talking.

"The only thing dad told me was that he lost his mom and his house was recently foreclosed on. They hit a lot of hard times." Kurt whispered back to the teens that were now huddled around the stairs. The teens quickly hoped back when they heard the sound of footsteps running down the stairs.

"Excuse me, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt asked when the father and son reached the door.

"Yes, son?"

"My name is Kurt, this is my twin sister Marley, my brother Finn, our little sister Skylar, Finn's girlfriend Rachel, Puck, Quinn, their daughter Beth and Puck's little sister Marina. Our dad owns the house and we live on the first floor. Puck, Quinn, Beth, Marina and Puck's mom live on the second floor."

Mr. Anderson was a little overwhelmed with all of the introductions, it was a lot to take in. "Pleasure to meet you all. But if you would please excuse us, we have a lot to do."

"Of course, but we were wondering if you needed help."

"Oh we couldn't impose."

"No, really it's no big deal –" Finn started to reply until he was cut off by Puck.

"Just don't let the Jolly Green Giant near any breakables."

"That would be great, the less trips up and down those stairs the better."

Blaine faked a smile at the teenagers who seemed more than eager to help. He wasn't really in the mood to be sociable, but he was grateful for the extra help. The more help they offered, the sooner he could lock himself in his bedroom and act like today wasn't happening.

Drowning, just as fast as I can.

But don't throw me a line,

don't reach out your hand.

EN: Shouts to my main hoe Brit's for betaing this bad boy for me.