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I don't know quite how it happened, but one night I sat down and five different ideas for Glee poured out of me. At first they were just straight transcriptions of daydream plays I've had in my head - silly, self-indulgent nonsense pieces that let me play with my favorite pairings; I only write them down so I won't forget them after I stop actively thinking about them, and they will never see the light of day. But then a few of them began to take shape.
They get better as they go on.
1. Will/Terri, a bit of introspection on the latter's part, tucking herself away in the corner of the craft room in teary reminiscence over a high school yearbook, when they were young and couldn't see anything past each other. "She hadn’t looked at them since 2000. New century, new phase of life, no looking back. Now she traced her fingers over the old ink, cheesy words of love and hope in her loopy handwriting, and wondered how she'd ever thought she had it all figured out."
Or, you know, less terrible than that. And somehow transitioning into something that'll give Will an excuse to see her crying and go sympathize. That's my end game, really. I am apparently the only person in the fandom who loves both Terri and this marriage; SIGH. Oh, and I had some significance to her looking at Will's copy rather than her own; in addition to the photos I was going to pull out a few autograph messages as well. Or maybe compare his to hers. Now that I think about it, their yearbook autographs could be a well of information on their own. I'll have to wait for more backstory, because I'm bad at imagining younger versions of characters, but it could be interesting down the line.
2. Will/Emma, in an attempt to force myself to have emotional feelings feelings about them, which so far has proven impossible. I started writing it just before 1x06 aired, in attempt to come up a response to him finding out about Ken's proposal that might please me. It was not at all meant to be realistic, but now I'm thinking maybe I could spin it into a missing scene of how she hopes he'll react. Which I haven't done yet, so here's a snippet from the original version.
“And you’re willing to settle for that.” “I’m willing to not spend every night alone in a cold bed, crying into my pillow over cheesy love songs.” There, that image affects him; she can see it in his eyes. She tries to leave him with that, but he grabs her wrist and spins her back. Her sharp inhale is entirely involuntary, and embarrassingly audible. “There’s something between us,” he finally says, and even as her heart explodes with hope under his acknowledgment, she smothers it under the realization that knowing hasn’t changed his actions in the weeks beforehand. She needs more than that.
"There always has been," she answers, letting her gaze rest pointedly on his left hand, as her mental fantasy shreds itself to confetti.
This time he lets her go without an argument.
Possibly my own personal bias influenced Emma's response there. :P That's why it's only a vague working draft.
3. Now, the ones above are very vague. But third time's the charm, and what started as something equally silly rapidly developed into 1000+ words of a very interesting idea. It began like so, merging from author's notes to the beginnings of fiction over the course of a paragraph.
I like to imagine that Puck and Rachel sort of get together. And it’s sort of a more-or-less consensual thing, except it goes farther than Rachel would like, although she doesn’t really protest, and end result she spends the next week and a half unconsciously flinching, or repressed shudders, whenever he dances too near her in rehearsal.
Finn notices, frowning and not quite able to put his finger on why, but Quinn always finds a way to distract him before he can really tell what's going on. He even asks Puck point-blank about it, but Puck just waggles his eyebrows, and Finn could never tell when he was telling the truth about his conquests or exaggerating for bragging rights (half the moms in this town? Please).
Now, I have a certain bias towards Puck, using such choice words as "douchebag," "dick," "jackass," and "gross; he skeeves me out" to describe my feelings toward the character in general. I freely admit that the idea of him getting anywhere near my beloved Pretty Rachel makes me want to vomit down someone's back. I'm also not especially interested in Finn/Rachel as a pairing.
But I promise I'm not going to drag Puck's name through the mud as a rapist; that would be irresponsible character bashing. Nope, he's going to be fault-free here, though ideally I'd like to paint the situation with as many shades of gray as possible, and make it a muddled and complicated picture first. Because you know how rumors spread...particularly if Finn suspects things, and has a tendency to confide in Mr. Schu. And possibly let his feelings out in a very public fistfight, spilling his suspicions for the whole glee club to hear (to Rachel's tight-lipped mortification). So now it's a question of what actually happened and whether it's something serious, which naturally has everyone concerned.
Now I just have to figure out how I can have this storyline play out without Sue using it as a platform to further destroy the club, or Figgins hearing something that compels him to start an official/legal investigation, and what Emma's take on it would be. Ultimately, it's nothing more than sex Rachel isn't emotionally ready for (oh, crap, I forgot I have to deal with virginity too), but I am...not quite sure how I'm going to wrap that up/conclude it. Which means the story doesn't really have a plot. Well, it has a plot, but not a climax and therefore no real point yet.
*is not deterred from continuing to shape it and write additional scenes* This is only day 2 of working on it, after all.
Oh here, have an actual snippet:
Rachel is blunt and snippy to mask her discomfort, chin lifted high and books clutched against her chest as a defense mechanism. “I hardly think the complications of teenage relationships are any of your business.”
“They are if I think you’re being hurt,” her teacher answers patiently, inclining his head to meet her eyes, which she studiously avoids. “Miss Pillsbury says you’ve refused appointments with her. If there’s--”
“So you talk about me?” she interrupts, challenging. He suppresses a sigh.
“I just want to help.”
“I don’t need help,” she answers tightly. “I am not the damsel in distress you all seem to think I am. My personal life is not up for discussion. So unless you can prove something is actually affecting my ability to perform in glee - which I happen to know it has not - Mr. Schuester, I’d really appreciate it if you would respect my right to privacy.” With that, she pushes forward so forcefully that he has no choice but to lift his arm and let her through the doorway, staring after her with a distinct feeling of defeat. It's become depressingly par for the course.
*trots off* I'm having entirely too much fun with this world.
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