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 Fifty-Two - Treasure
"All right guys," Schue clapped as he walked into the room, "I just found out because of safety concerns related to late-season tornados, Indianapolis has declined to host the competition. So, as defending champions, we're having Regionals here," a few of us cheered at the announcement, "in our auditorium."
"Home court advantage, yo!" Artie whooped, seeming particularly pleased. I was mainly happy that the lack of the bus journey gave me more time to have victory celebrations with Blaine back at home.
"Now, because of a sexting scandal at Our Lady Perpetual Loneliness, their glee club, the Nun-touchables, has been excommunicated by the new pope." Schue's news elicited some murmurs and giggles, "They've been replaced by the world-famous boys of Ziegler Prep, the Waffle-Toots."
"Like cake farts?" Artie blankly questioned.
"They are very good," Schue continued, "The Hoosierdaddies are still the odds-on favourite. I mean, their lead vocalist, Frida Romero, is a tiny juggernaut of talent."
Blaine shook his head, "And we have Poppy, and Poppy's as small as it gets."
"Thanks, babe," I rolled my eyes, though I had learned to love my height, especially as Blaine, who was smaller for a guy, seemed impressively tall compared to me.
"She's also as talented as it gets and with her, I Dreamed a Dream, Frida won't know what hit her. Especially as all the choir blogs still think that Poppy's at boarding school," Blaine winked, and I snuggled close to him happily.
"There's show choir blogs?" Someone questioned in confusion. I had only known about them because of Blaine, who had become an active member.
"Anyways, we are in for the fight of our lives." Schue continued, "So, let's get real. There comes a moment in every performer's life that defines him or her, sometimes for the rest of their career. This is our moment. We've struggled, we've endured, and now we must triumph. And speaking of that, I want us all to just take a moment to send some positive energy to one of our very own. She has her final callback for Funny Girl today. So, let's all give a big round of applause to Rachel, wherever she is." We all applauded and nodded, it was Rachel's dream and it was surreal to think she could be on Broadway. I was mainly hoping I'd get discounted tickets.
