finally actually using a tag by @thnxforknowingme to talk about one of my WIPs because I have been on a one track mind the last couple of days with my Smash AU (which is currently titled Broadway, Here I Come but I might change it idk)

It's Puckurt, and vaguely follows the story of Season 2 of Smash. Puck as Jimmy, Kurt as Kyle, Quinn as Karen, Jesse as Derek, Rachel as Ivy. It's an interesting group of characters to write, especially the dynamic between Quinn and Jesse. But yeah, I have been on a one track mind for like 3 days, re-watching Smash and reworking scenes in my mind, writing snippets of dialogue and full scenes and just jumping around in the story. I've had the prologue and a later chapter written for months and this is the first time i've actually sat down as started plotting it out properly.

Here are the first couple of paragraphs of the prologue:

Puck looked down on the doorstep. His duffel, army green and battered, old and weathered, lay on it’s side.The sleeve of a flannel was flopping out of the top of it, like it had been hastily packed, and it lay on the damp doorstep, the cuff directly in a murky puddle of melted slush. He frowned down at it, still high, confused about how it had found its way here. The logical side of his brain had disappeared a few hours ago, but as he lifted the duffle to be upright, opened the top of it to shove the sleeve back inside, his brain kicked back into gear. There, sitting on top of the flannel, was the photo booth strip that was usually held by a touristy New York City magnet on the fridge. Him and Kurt. They’d taken it when they first arrived in New York after High School, not anywhere touristy, but simply sitting in the first photo booth they found, using a dollar of their hard earned money to capture the moment. They hadn’t had a phone between them, had dumped them before catching the first bus out of Lima after graduation, but they had needed to commemorate their escape somehow, so it was with a photo booth strip of photos and a tacky I <3 NY magnet Puck had pilfered from the first souvenir cart they had passed. Kurt had given up on him, and Puck wasn’t exactly surprised by that. He’d given up on himself too, after everything.

(I love that my writing brain has kicked back in, but i do kind of wish it wanted to focus on, ya know, one of the 3 WIPs i have on AO3 that have been on hiatus for who knows how long at this point)