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-One - Isn't She Lovely
We had been waiting around for what seemed like forever. The entire week had felt like one long waiting game, but now we were here with nothing else to do but dwell on the possibility that all of Dad's treatment was for nothing? It felt like the entire world had slowed down just to spite us at that moment.
Kurt hadn't sat down, he had been walking back and forth anxiously trying not to say anything. I had sat next to my Dad, leaning into him and hugging his arm, Carole on the other side. The thoughts in my head were terrified our moments with him could be fleeting, and all I could imagine is what we'd do if he had only gotten worse.
"How long have we been waiting?" Kurt asked, his voice frisky and terrified.
"I don't know," Carole sighed, "Like 15 minutes?"
"After half an hour in the waiting room?" Kurt spat back, he could barely cope with waiting for usual circumstances, I could tell this was agonising for him. He walked back over to us, staring at Dad, "Please tell me that is not a dark blue t-shirt under your flannel-"
"Kurt," I gritted my teeth, I had been certain to wear light colours for Kurt's ease, but the last thing we needed was him going off on Dad for his rituals.
"All right, I asked you not to wear dark colours," he continued, "okay, dark blue is close to black, and we all know what black means." His eyes were beginning to water.
"I don't think my wardrobe is gonna have any impact on what the results are," Dad explained, and I wanted to tell him to leave it and apologise, though this was the hardest on him than the rest of us, so I stayed silent.
"But you don't know for sure, okay!" Kurt argued back, visibly upset. "I mean, I asked you to do one thing."
Dad raised his voice, "I am barely keeping it together, Kurt! Can you just knock it off please and sit down?" Without hesitation Kurt squeezed up next to me, I grabbed his hand and held it as the doctor walked in.
