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 Thirty-Four - Anything for Love
"Stanislavsky says the fingers are the eyes of the body, but he never mentioned that the toes are the ears," Blaine mimicked his brother when he had come round to mine that night, just wanting a break from him.
I chuckled, "I can't believe he said that, reckon he'll recite it in his masterclass tomorrow?"
Blaine moaned into my pillow, "I'm dreading that, it's going to be one big ego-fest, he's worse than Rachel."
"What did Cooper say to you after your performance, which was amazing by the way."
Blaine sighed, "Nothing wrong, he just said 'I was really good in that performance' and when he did say I was good as well, he went on to point out that I was a bit flat and my dancing lacked a theme, whatever that means."
"I wouldn't listen to him," I squeezed his hand.
"He's my brother though, I can't just block him out. I literally called him out today and said how he always tells me what I'm doing wrong and he's just like 'Oh, I don't remember that' and still doesn't even apologise." He complained. "The thing is, he keeps saying he wants to get to know me better but he refuses to see anything he's doing wrong."
"Well, forget about all that, and look forward to ditch day on Friday," I changed the subject, as I wasn't quite sure on what else to say, "we're going Six Flags."
"I don't think I'm gonna go," Blaine sighed, before leaning into me and resting his head on my breast, hugging his arms around my waist.
"Why not?" I questioned, as my hands naturally began stroking the back of his hair, which was still pretty gelled.
"I might give it a miss, Six Flags just reminds me of having to perform there in the summers, and besides, I'll just be a downer with everything that's going on." I knew I couldn't convince Blaine otherwise, he really didn't seem to in the mood.
"Well if you're not going I'm not," I insisted, "we'll just begin to practise a number for Nationals alone in the choir room."
