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-Six - I Have Nothing
"Look, Poppy," Kurt stood in my doorway, arms folded, "I just want to know the truth - are you cheating on Blaine?"
I shook my head, "I should have probably told you what was going on, I just really didn't want Blaine to know before it happened."
"Finn already told me," Kurt informed, "it's really good news Poppy, I wish you would have told me. I wouldn't have told anyone."
I chuckled, "You're the worst at secrets." Kurt had come over to my bed, sitting down and bringing me into a hug, he knew I was upset, I had a tub of Ben and Jerry's and was watching the Notebook.
"I'm guessing it didn't go well when you ran after Blaine," he sighed.
"He thinks I'm leaving, he thinks that means we're over." I cried into Kurt's arm.
"Do you want to leave?" Kurt asked, turning his head to look me in the eye.
I shook my head, "It broke my heart seeing him like that, b-but I never thought I'd play a sport professionally again, and here the universe is giving me a second chance."
"Do you think he's the one?"
I took a deep breath, "I did- I do. I have to go to the tryouts though, I've confirmed my place and Dad's booked the flights. It doesn't mean I'll get it, and if I do it doesn't mean I'll go."
"Did you tell him that?" I nodded, "I hate to say it, Pops, but I think you're going to have to decide now what means more to you, the scholarship or Blaine."
"Blaine," I answered without a doubt, "I just know if I tell him he won't believe it, especially if I have to still go to tryouts."
"Then sing about it," Kurt nudged me, "it's Whitney week after all, and the universe has the perfect song for you."
Kurt left me, leaving to continue to 'post-it note' his room based on what he'd take to New York, I was putting in my headphones and learning the song.
