Hello and WELCOME. You have officially reached Music and Lyrics! As the summary says, this is basically an AU mcl with a Glee twist to it. And yes, it will be a Kean (Key-an) and Castiel pairing. Now, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own MCL, Glee, or any of the characters mentioned.

"Kean, are you sure you want to do this?"

I resisted the urge to sigh and instead gave my most convincing smile. "Yes, Mom, I'm sure. I want to."

I've said it so many times I almost believe it.

I have come to term with my self inflicted exile. Leaving my comfortable lifestyle to live in Evergreen, Colorado with my eccentric Aunt is a path I have forced myself on. New school, new people, new house, new start. And I'm okay with it.

We've traveled a lot in my short life, so starting over has never been much of a big deal. My father is a music producer, and his work requires him to move throughout the US, and briefly France, finding and procuring new and fresh talent, so I had never had enough time to form attachments to people. Being hidden became a goal after the realization that people are cruel. All of the people I considered 'true friends' turned out to be users. I suppose the constant questioning of my home life was enough of a hint, but I was young and naive. After I came home crying one day I realized that I was better off alone. I'd be leaving soon anyways.

Like now, about to board a plane to a new, semi permanent life. My Mom was frantic. She kept pacing. She'd open her mouth to speak only to close it, as if she didn't know how to say what was on her mind. Drastically contrasting to her schizophrenic behavior, my face was the picture of calm serenity. The only sign betraying my anxiety was the death grip on my music book. My brown eyes kept sliding over to my Mom, secretly basking the last time I'd see her for months.

My Mom looks surprisingly youthful for her age. Short blonde hair framing her long face and blue eyes that forever held a twinkle in them. The only sign of her age is the faint crowfeet surrounding her wide, curious eyes. She met my father when he was first starting out as a singer. She had recently been signed to the studio he was an intern at. Dad always says it was love at first sight, while Mom reiterates that spilling coffee all over her shirt wasn't the best first impression. They were known as the power couple of Hollywood for years, but didn't get married until after my Dad bought out the studio and Mom was on her third album. I came shortly after.

"All First Class passengers may line up to board the plane," the woman in her bright blue airport uniform said, boredom evident as if she had done this too many times.

I turned to Mom. Tears were now threatening to spill, but before I had to see that I pulled her into a big hug. I squeezed her one last time as the last call sounded. "Love you, Mom. See you soon." I couldn't bring myself to pull a full smile as I looked into the broken face of my best friend, role model and parent.

"I love you too, Sweetie, remember your manners," I started to board the plane, though she continued, "tell Laura I said hi, brush your teeth twice a day, make good choices!" She blew me a kiss as I glanced back one last time.

Closing my eyes to fight back tears, I sat down in my seat, preparing myself for this new life.


By the time the plane had landed, I had finished my pity party and plastered on a smile.

I have always loved Colorado. The mountains, fresh air, easy going atmosphere... It had always contrasted so drastically with the busy lifestyle of LA and New York. And as I spotted Aunt Laura, complete with magenta hair and dirty overalls no doubt left over from her last sculpture, I finally let myself embrace this.

Aunt Laura is my Dad's sister. She took up painting at an early age, and has only recently begun to sculpt, despite her natural ability for it. Her clients are mainly high end entrepreneurs and major businesses, which has always angered her.

"They don't truly appreciate art! They think it looks good to 'encourage the arts' but pfft! They wouldn't know art if it bit them in the back of the head! Actually, they would because they like my stuff, but still! They don't understand it," she told me once. My family is full of passionate people.

"Kean! Wow, you've gotten pretty. I'm sure your Dad has had to keep a baseball bat next the door so he can fight off boys! Here, let me help you with those bags!" She winked as she stole a suitcase from one of my hands. Just one boy... My bitter thoughts conflicting drastically with my beaming face.

We continued chatting as we pilled into her Jeep Wrangler. I had to contain a gasp as we pulled up to her new house. Obviously I didn't contain my awe as well as I would have liked to, because she said, "You like? Just finished renovating!"

It was amazing. The house was completely metal and seemed to blend into the mountain. A large deck extended over the side of the cliff. But better than that was the view. You could overlook the entire town below and the lush trees and rocks scattered in the small mountain town. If you looked up you could see the skyline peeking out from the endless Rockies. "Kean, come on silly! You'll see that fine from your room!" I grinned as she led me through the contemporary chic house, littered with numerous unfinished sculptures and paintings in the metal rooms. We went up to the second floor and entered my room. It was very similar to the rest of the house, except a new desk and computer seemed to be crammed in the corner. The cream bedspread was brightened by the lime green pillows and blanket. The room was still completely metal, but seemed to resonate a warmth. My favorite part, however, was the glass door leading out to the porch.

I turned around, overwhelmed by all the obvious work that went into getting this ready for me before school started. "Thank you so much, Aunt Laura. I love it." I felt a genuine smile return to my face as I looked at her young one.

She gave me a soft one in return, contrasting with her previous zeal. "You're welcome, sweetie. I'm going to go finish up in the studio and then get some food ready. Let me know if you need any help unpacking." She briefly gave my arm a squeeze before setting off.

I sat down on the bed, in no was ready to unpack. It makes everything feel so... official. Instead, I broke out my phone and dialed my Dad's cell.

"Kean? How was your flight? Did you make it there okay?" His worried voice resonated through the phone.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Aunt Laura's house looks great. Did you know she moved?" I added as an afterthought.

"She sent me pictures earlier. It's very her. Let me guess, unfinished paintings everywhere?"

I laughed. "What else? By the way, when do you guys leave tomorrow?"

He sighed. "Five am. 'Course by the time we get there it'll be five pm. Australia is a long flight."

I pitied them. I thought three hours was bad. "Well I hope everything goes well. And have fun. I'm gonna go ahead and start to unpack. Tell Mom I said hi and I love her. Love you. Bye."

"I will baby girl, and you too. I'm sure we'll leave you a voice mail before we leave. Good luck at school tomorrow. Bye baby doll."

I hung up, and flung myself onto the bed. School. I hated it. I've been home schooled for the last three years, and have had minimum contact with kids my age. What if they hate me? What if I make a fool of myself?

I plugged in my iPod and began to unpack to rid myself of these thoughts. Think positive, I kept reminding myself.

As I was tossing clothes into drawers, I Want You Back by Cher Lloyd came on. I ended up dancing and singing, resulting in Aunt Laura coming up asking what all the ruckus was. We both ended up finishing the song laughing and smiling. "Come on, goober, dinner's ready." I followed her downstairs to the kitchen, still winded with cheeks flushed.

By the time I ate and finished packing, it was late. I kept getting anxious thoughts as I laid in bed about the upcoming day, and eventually fell into a fitful sleep, constantly tossing and turning.

I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Obnoxiously long Author's Note:

Congratulations, you have reached the end of the prologue! Now real quick, I wanted to go over some things that happened here.

First: Kean's behavior. She is very conflicted right now. She loves her Aunt and living with her, but she loves her parents, too. They're her best friends and loves them a lot. Not going with them to Australia was hard for her, since she won't get to see them.

Secondly: She chose not to go to Australia because she wanted to finish out her schooling in the US. Yes, she lived in France, but it was over a summer. Not during school.

Third: If you have any questions, or want to ask any of them characters questions, I will be doing Q&As at the end of each chapter. Just leave a review and I will be sure to answer them, or any of the characters will love to, as well :)

Fourth: Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! It means a lot. Please review and let me know if I should continue. And yes, music will play a big part in this, but you'll have to wait a few chapters for it to officially start ;)

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