[A/N]: Hey there! So I kinda just had this idea out of nowhere and I was like "hey, that's a cool idea, why don't I write about it?" and this is what happened...A warning to readers this is definitely AU so if you're not into that then I guess you won't like this :/ But that's cool, I get it :D And for those of you who do liek AU stuff well then read on, my children, read on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or it's characters

I ran to the warehouse, looking over my shoulder. It was colder out than what was normal for fall, my breath clouding in the air as I closer. I came up to the massive door and grabbed the handle. I could feel the freezing metal even through my gloves, making me wonder why I was even out when it was this cold. I slid the door to the side with all my might, only opening it enough for me to slip through. I pushed the door closed quickly, not wanting to let the cold air into the already freezing building.

I took a moment to catch my breath, wanting to make the most of my time here. After I could breathe normally again I shed my coat and walked to the other side of the room. The building was run down, on the "useless" side of town, as some would call it. I saw nothing useless in the building, save for the heaters, those really were worthless. This side of town had been shut down for years now, long before I was born anyway.

My footsteps echoed off the concrete walls, making it sound as if there were twenty people walking, instead of just me. I came to opposite wall and smiled slightly. This was wrong, this was against the law, but I couldn't help it, I was addicted. Sometimes I felt like I needed this more than anything else, and I would wish that I could give up my whole life to it. But my father needed me, so doing this on my days off would have to do.

I sat on the shiny, black bench, placing my bag on the ground beside me, feeling the excitement coiling in my stomach. I reach my hands out to touch the white and black keys, exhaling when the music filled the air. I played a simple melody, wanting to get a feel for the piano. After I was warmed up I reached into my bag and pulled out some papers. There were little black dots written all over the pages, what my mother had once called "notes". She had taught me, in secret, how to reach them when I was younger, but I had never had anything to put my knowledge to use on.

The piece was fairly simple, or maybe I was just getting better. I remembered when I first started playing, barely able to play simple scales without making mistakes. I realized that I was lucky today, there were hastily written words underneath the notes. These were my favourite; it was one thing to play, but another thing entirely to sing. I started out softly, getting a feel for the words.

Close enough to start a war,

All that I have is on the floor.

God only knows what we're fighting for,

All that I say, you always say more.

My heart soared along with my voice as I grew more confident. I never felt quite as good as when I was singing. There was something about the way my throat felt as the words and melodies came out, the way my fingers felt as they brushed the keys and made beautiful sounds.

So I won't let you close enough to hurt me,

No I won't ask you, you to just desert me.

I can't give you what you think you give me,

It's time to say goodbye to turning tables.

I felt a slightly breeze, but paid it no mind. The building was old after all; it was bound to have a few holes in it. I continued my playing, wishing that I would never have to stop.

Next time I'll be braver,

I'll be my own saviour,

When the thunder calls for me.

Next time I'll be braver,

I'll be my own saviour,

Standing on my own two feet.

I won't let you close enough to hurt me,

No I won't ask you, you to just desert me.

I can't give you what you think you give me,

It's time to say good –

I was cut off by the sound of something hitting the floor. The bang echoed off the walls, causing my fingers to fumble, making a mess of the notes I was playing. I looked to the door and saw a boy standing there, staring. My mouth dropped open, I couldn't think of what to do. Someone had caught me, caught me breaking the biggest law we had around here. I couldn't really make myself move though.

Despite the fact that he was all the way across the room, I was stunned by him. His hair fell in unruly curls across his forehead, contrasting nicely with his olive skin. Even with all the coats and layers on, I could tell that he was tiny. Not lithe like me, but compact, sturdy. It was his eyes that really caught me though. They were staring at me in horror, but all I could really care about was the color, the shape, the absolute intensity portrayed through the eyes.

I was started to get lost in the stranger's eyes, when I saw something change in them. The stranger spun away from me, bolting out the open door behind him. It took me a moment to react, but once I realized that he could go to the police I jumped up, hastily grabbing my bag and throwing on my coat as I ran out.

"Hey...wait!" The stranger looked over his shoulder as he ran, trying his hardest to outrun me. Even though I was out of shape, my long legs helped me catch up in no time. "It's not what you think!"

The boy tried to run faster, not really making too much headway on the cracked pavement. He kept on almost tripping over the broken slabs of concrete, causing him to slow considerably. "Stay away from me!" He screamed at me, not even looking back.

I was getting closer; I could almost reach out my hand and touch him. When my hand brushed his shoulder I decided it was now or never. I took two more huge strides and dove forward, grabbing him around his middle. He fell forward and I did my best to twist us around in midair. I only got about halfway before we hit the ground, both our shoulders smashing against the pavement.

He struggled against me as soon as the shock wore off, but I held him steady, flipping us over so that I was hovering over him. He couldn't move as well now, but was still trying to get away. I pinned his arms beside his head and shook them. He clamped his eyes shut, twisting his face away from me.

"Hey...Hey! I'm not gonna hurt you! You just need to listen!" He turned his head towards me and opened his eyes. He seemed as if he were about to talk but came up short. He stared at me openly, making my cheeks burn red. There was something about that stare that made me feel like I was absolutely naked, as if this boy could see right into my soul. I could handle the intensity anymore; it was making me shake for some reason. I put on my best condescending look and spoke in a cool tone.

"What are you looking at?"

[A/N]: So there it is, the first chapter of Blacks and Whites. If you haven't guessed already, the name pertains to the keys on a piano...not people. Just in case anyone though that's what it meant... So I hope you enjoyed it, but I certainly enjoyed writing it! And for those of you who read my other stories, no... I ahve not given up on them, I just needed a change of direction and this certainly worked. I'm all ready to get back to work on The Perfect Mistake! Yay, happy times for TPM! Okay, I've wasted enough of your time... So review if you liked it, review if you didn't, review if you want more...basically I just like reviews. Reviews are love! I lessthanthree you!