Prologue
After graduation, Puck, Kurt and Rachel all moved into an apartment on 23rd street, a few blocks from Broadway. Things were going great until the kids starting running out of money for rent. Puck had a job as a waiter, not completely sure what to do with his life, he thought of making his pool cleaning business happen, but Rachel kept saying it would never work. Rachel and Kurt got into their dream college, and graduated. Kurt did work on Broadway, but he was working as part of the clean up crew. He watched the performers every night wishing he was them. Rachel still kept her dream alive, going to auditions everyday, she came close once but they rejected her after her callback. She worked with Puck as a hostess, and she would sing on the little stage in the restaurant, but it wasn't Broadway.
5 years after graduation, Puckleberry ended. He was tired of her shooting down his ideas; she said she was just being realistic. They fought a lot, and she accused him of cheating, and one day they had a fight they couldn't come back from, so Puck left. He had an uncle in Queens who he lived with now, Rachel and Kurt moved to a crappy apartment on 16th street; it was all they could afford. They took 2 busses to work everyday. They only saw each other after work, and one day Kurt didn't come back till late. He woke her up all exited, the owner of the theater he worked with offered him an extra role, but it paid good money. After a few months he got Rachel and extra role and they moved into a small house that they shared with their roommate, Tori, who was a dancer at a theater a few doors down. They had 2 dogs and a cat, much to Rachel's dismay.
Puck's pool cleaning business took off. He hadn't seen or spoken to Kurt or Rachel in 2 years until they got a pool, and they needed someone to set it up…
Hey guys what do you think? Anything I left out that I should add in Chapters to come? What do you guys want to happe- Private Messege me your thoughts and ideas and I'll see what I can do. Thanks- Tori.
*Yeah, I named a character after me, it was the first name in my head. But I can assure you I cannot dance or sing*