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-Nine - Beat It
Blaine had rushed into the hospital, where I had been sitting as the doctor cleared my cuts up. I was lucky as I hadn't crashed into the lamp too hard, though enough to shatter my side window and dent the car. My main cut was on my forehead, with a few minor cuts and scratches over my body. "Oh my god Poppy are you okay?" The doctor had just finished placing the stick on stitches on my head, so I was free to get up.
"It could have been a lot worse." He brought me into a soft hug, and everything still stung a little but I was happy he was here. Kurt had been sitting in the corner of the room, having arrived five minutes before. Dad and Carole had been out the weekend for work, though following the news Kurt had announced they were driving straight back home. I insisted they had stayed, I was barely in a critical condition, in fact, I was ready to go home now everything was cleared up.
I had got in the car with Blaine, Kurt driving back in his own car. I felt safe in Blaine's car, he was a careful driver, and even more following what had happened. I noticed how slow he had been driving, his hand on my knee whenever he could leave it there. I had looked at my phone the whole time, I couldn't quite bring myself to look up.
After the crash, the woman driving behind me had stopped and helped me out. I wasn't upset, I had glass still in my arm and I was just frustrated at myself, instantly calling who I needed to call to deal with the car, which was written off. Finn had driven straight there, whereas I planned to meet Kurt at the hospital. He had been keeping an eye on the car while I was sorted out. We barely said a word, though he knew very clearly what had been on my mind when it happened.
The doctors commented on how calm I was when I arrived there, though as I got into my room and shut the door. I instantly broke down into Blaine's arms. He hugged me tight, kissing me on the forehead as I sobbed into him. Everything was replaying in my mind, and it had all hit at once.
"I should have come to yours, I should have come and picked you up." Blaine was crying too into me now.
I shook my head through my tears, "This was not your fault, don't try and put the blame on yourself." I went on to tell him what I had found, what was really on my mind, what had distracted me.
