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-Eight - Ain't Nobody
After a somewhat weird rendition of Summer Nights during lunch with the girls as Mercedes spilt on her summer fling with Sam, Mr Schue had almost tripped running enthusiastically in the choir room for rehearsal, writing, 'Marry Me', on the board.
"Yes," he announced, "I am proposing to Ms Pillsbury!"
Everyone cheered and clapped, seeming excited and surprised. I didn't feel too much emotion, the man had never really acknowledged me unless I made an effort and besides they were both like 30, marriage was inevitable. I still rejoiced with the rest of them though, Blaine seemed incredibly enthusiastic, though I did know he had a guilty pleasure of going through all of Kurt's wedding magazines with him.
"This is the kind of news that you share with your family, and you guys are my family," Schue said, emphasising his lack of adult friends. I didn't feel that attached, though I supposed Finn and Rachel would be overly happy for him.
"Mr Schue we're so happy for you," Finn exclaimed.
"We totally don't think you'll screw it up this time." Quinn chuckled, I assumed that was a joke.
Schue laughed, "Here's the thing: it's got to be perfect. I'm sitting down with Emma's parents to ask for permission, and then this proposal needs to knock her well-washed socks off. And that's where you guys come in, okay? So the assignment for the week is to come up with a proposal number and you know Ms Pillsbury - it's got to be perfect."
"Well, you can count on us, Mr Schue." Artie nodded.
As usual, I had been with Blaine following Cheerios practice for coffee, nothing out of the ordinary. It was our routine little meet-ups like this that I loved. Nothing fancy, just two people getting coffee together. "So, I think I know the perfect song to do for the assignment if you want to help out."
Blaine frowned, squeezing my hand, "Sorry Pops, Artie already asked me, Puck and Mike, to do a number with him."
"No worries, I'm glad you're making good friends, you and Mike have been hanging out more." I smiled, I supposed I had done a lot of numbers with Blaine. It was so easy to get distracted by how much I liked performing with him, but perhaps I needed to branch out a bit.
