Kurt was into performing. Poppy was into sport.
Growing up, it had always been as simple as that for Kurt Hummel's younger sister, and boarding school in England had set her up to be a professional soccer player. Then her foot was crushed by a drun...
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Chapter Thirteen - Bring Me Home
After my kiss with Blaine, I knew he would see through the self-obsessive ways of Rachel Berry, and eventually come back to me. It felt arrogant to think that way, though it was the only thing getting me through the weight. Besides, we had a history and our relationship never truly got to be, it seemed impossible that he could choose her, though Rachel tried her best to make me see otherwise.
"Hey Poppy, mind if we talk?" She had approached me after Glee, where we had been practising our performance for the assembly on Friday. I knew this was approaching since she and Blaine had their date the night before. "Look we're friends so, I'm gonna be honest with you."
"Rachel, I'd like to think we were friends but if you were my friend, you would have never asked Blaine on that date," I spoke bitterly, she had broken girl code.
"And if you and Blaine were a real thing then he wouldn't have gone on it." Rachel spat back, so naively.
I rolled my eyes, "Blaine agreed to make me jealous because I had snogged Santana and sang a song about, which I had kind of done because you two kissed, and he enjoyed your kiss because he was drunk and didn't frankly care whose lips were on him."
"Blaine and I have a lot in common." Rachel defended.
"Look, I'm sure you and Blaine would have made a great couple shopping at Burberry or whatever, but what you and Blaine don't have is chemistry, and as long as I'm in the picture then you don't stand a chance." I was honest, in fact too honest. Though I knew if I didn't make it clear to Rachel how it was, then I'd have her as a problem for a lot longer.
"Well, I'm going to prove you wrong." Rachel fought back, though her eagerness just proved to me she knew how it would go.
I chuckled bitterly, "Then kiss him Rachel, sober, and then we'll see who he really likes."
The next day before our performance, Rachel had offered everyone a shot prior to going on stage. "As much as I don't like to turn down a drink, I'm out," I stated, walking away from the group who were getting their red cups filled with whatever Rachel had. I wasn't up for it, besides, I didn't want anything to do with her at the moment.
