Hi everyone!

This will be a Glee fanfic set in the Phantom of the Opera Universe.
Glee is owned by Fox and Phantom of the Opera is owned by the wonderful Andrew Lloyd Webber.

This first chapter is a prologue, and I tried to be vague and not give too much away...Thank you for reading!

Paris, 1919. Almost fifty years had passed since the fateful night the grand chandelier crashed in the Opera Populaire. That was the night the Phantom of the Opera disappeared for good, taking with him a beautiful Soprano. Since then the Vicomte de Chagny had lived a lonely and regretful life, cursing the Opera Ghost for taking what he believed was rightfully his.

The Vicomte Dave Karofsky's carriage came to a halt, jarring him from his thoughts, outside the dilapidated Opera Populaire. Today there was an auction being held to clear out the theatre completely so the new Patrons could begin rebuilding. He wanted something, anything he could find, to remind him of the one he lost, the one he had been happy with.

Karofsky's chauffeur Azimio opened the side door of the carriage after unfolding his wheelchair. His nurse, Tina, tucked a blanket around his now useless legs and helped Azimio push him up the ramp into the Opera House.

"Lot 663, Ladies and Gentlemen," an Auctioneer Dave knew as Sam Evans announced as they wheeled through the open doors. "A Poster from this house's production of Hannibal. Do I hear ten francs?"

"Five then?" He continued after a pause. "Thank you sir, do I hear six? Bidding six, seven? Thank you, eight? Bidding eight. Going once, twice, sold. Your number, sir?"

A man towards the back held up his number.

"Thank you sir. Lot 664: a wooden pistol and three human skulls." The Vicomte did not hear the rest of the bidding for that lot, as he looked to his left and recognized Madame Beiste, who had taught the dancing and chorus so many years ago . They made eye contact and held it for a moment too long, only broken when she gave him a nod of greeting.

"Lot 665, Ladies and Gentlemen: a papier mache musical box in the shape of a barrel organ. Attached is a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals. It was discovered in the vaults of the theatre. Still in working order, showing here." One of Sam's assistants started the music box, a mournful melody drifting out, reminding Dave of the Masquerade Ball that had changed all of their lives.

"May I start the bidding at fifteen francs? Fifteen, thank you. Twenty from you, sir, yes, thank you very much. Madame Beiste, twenty five." Dave touched Tina's arm, letting her know she was to continue bidding for the music box until it was his. "Do I hear thirty? Thirty. Thirty five?" He looked over at Madame Beiste. She smiled sadly and shook her head at Sam. "Thirty once, twice, sold to the Vicomte de Chagny. Thank you, sir."

Sam's assistant brought the box over and Dave ran a shaking finger over it lightly.

'A collector's piece indeed, every detail exactly as he said' he thought, retreating into his past for a moment. 'Will you still play when all the rest of us are dead?'

"Lot 666, then. A Chandelier, in pieces," Sam began, "Some of you may recall the mystery of the Phantom of the Opera. We're told this is the very chandelier from the famous disaster. Our engineers have repaired it, and have wired it some of it for modern electric light. Perhaps we can frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination. Gentlemen!" With a flourish the assistants pulled off the tarp and hoisted the chandelier into the air which lit with a flash.

Many of the bidders were startled, and those who were old enough to remember that dreadful night gasped in remembrance of what used to be. Dave was thrown back into his past when he and his parents had first become the Patrons for the famous Opera House.