#and a whole bunch of disorganized mess of backstories and whatever which is what's in the way of me writing 'episode 2'

[kuiinncedes]

I'd like to hear you gush about your au 👀

my jatp au???? the way i literally just wrote/discarded a post saying that i wanted to either talk about it or post it lksdhgsldg so thank you for this ask lmao 🥰💞

ahhh idk what i can say without like giving away too much which really isn't important but apparently it is to me for no reason lol 🤪

kurt is julie, mercedes is flynn, blaine is luke, sam is reggie, tina is alex, artie is bobby (which is a little weird bc of carrie but it works lmao), quinn is carrie (y'all know i still wanna do quinntina 👀 if i get there..... ), burt is ray, finn is nick ,,, i think that's all the characters i have down (i tentatively have jake as willie as like a platonic jaketina thing but idk how that will work haha)

blamtina honestly fits sunset curve so well imo ,,,,, it's so good lmao (not my writing just ,, the idea 😂 someone else could do it better klsghjfdj)

also this is my favorite note i have on this document from just like general "brainstorming" lol

samcedes lowkey 👀 cedes is like king don’t fall in love with a ghost etc and kurt is like HA look who's talkinggg and then they gossip about their cute ghosts and tina who they’re both platonically in love with bc it’s tina

also here's another small snippet if anyone's interested bc i can't help myself lmao 😝

They all look… alive, Kurt thinks, despite literally being dead -- relaxed and loose and faces lit up, the energy flowing through them almost visible. If he didn’t know they were ghosts, he’d expect to be able to reach out and feel them, lungs working hard from the exertion and adrenaline, skin warm and slightly sweaty, hearts beating strong like the steady percussion of their band.

It reminds him of how music used to make him feel.

“Cut it out!” Kurt snaps, trying not to raise his voice too much. “The whole neighborhood could hear you! I thought I told you to leave!”

Blaine looks back at his bandmates, bewildered. “People -- people can hear us play?”

“Yes!” Kurt says exasperatedly. “My dad heard you from inside!”

“… What did he think?” Blaine asks after a moment. Kurt opens his mouth for an exasperated response --

“Everything okay in here?”

Kurt whips around to see his dad in the doorway. “Yeah! I just -- had to turn off the CD player.”

Burt’s attention is elsewhere, though, seemingly forgetting about the chaos from just a moment earlier. “Wait, is this the junk that was in the loft?” he says, excitedly eyeing the instruments and… the ghosts that he can’t see.

“Junk?” Blaine exclaims.

They all watch apprehensively as Burt weaves through the instruments, even going so far as to rattle Tina’s cymbals and tap the drums, much to her horror. She fixes Kurt with wide, urgent eyes, to which Kurt just shrugs and gives her a helpless look. Yeah, Dad, actually, the ghost drummer wants you to stop, so…

(dialogue mostly taken from jatp :))