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 Twenty-Five - I Kissed A Girl
I was sad at the Musical ending, but not sad about the amount of free time I had now regained, I was getting really into the Cheerios, and we had our sectionals coming up so practises were getting tougher with Sue shouting out various medical problems she had as some twisted form of motivation.
When I saw her election advert, I was so close to storming into her office and giving her a piece of my mind, though Blaine held me back, insisting I would probably get kicked off the cheerios, and he was scared that I'd end up fighting her. Later that day, we had been called into the auditorium by Mr Schue, where we found the Troubletones.
"What are you doing here?" Rachel said sternly as she led the group in, her arms crossed.
"Shelby told us she had something to show us." Mercedes answered, looking confused herself, "What are you doing here?"
"Mr Schue said the same thing," Finn answered, I didn't know if this was planned or not, but a part of me hoped they had planned to merge the groups together, as we would be unstoppable for Sectionals.
Santana had been one step ahead of me, "Let me guess, he wants to combine choirs for Sectionals. Well, it's not gonna happen." Mercedes shook her head, "The Troubletones are here to stay. So why don't you shuffle your busted choir off our stage."
"Look, you guys, we can compete without being enemies." Finn tried to reason. "All right? We don't have to get vicious."
"Oh, I think we do, Soft serve." Santana said in her snarky tone, "See the Troubletones are three f: fierce, femme, phenomenal."
"Phenomenal begins with a P." I shrugged silently, eliciting a soft giggle from Blaine.
Santana didn't hear me, "Oh, and guys, hurry up, go get some moist towels we have to keep Finn wet before we can roll him back into the sea."
Rachel lept to Finn's side, "Okay, you know what Santana, Finn is in great shape, and your meanness only highlights your own personal insecurities."
"And, Rachel, your moustache is thicker than a Middle Eastern dictator's." She snapped back.
Before anything could heat up, Mr Schue walked in strumming a guitar, a bit too casually. Then I heard a voice from behind us. They were really going into song.
