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-Five - On Our Way
I had planned to meet Blaine early before Glee Club, though when I arrived 5 minutes before I said I would, I was incredibly amused to find my boyfriend twerking as he unstacked the chairs in the choir room. I didn't go in, giggling at the door while I took out my phone and starting filming. I didn't feel at all bad, this was hilarious.
Eventually, I felt like I'd let him aware of my prescence, chuckling, "Blaine baby, what are you doing?" Tina had joined me as well to watch, and Blaine's face screamed horror.
"Poppy! Tina! Get out!" He screamed, running to the door and trying to block the camera. Tina had been filming as well, and I nudged for her to go as I stayed in the choir room with Blaine. "How much did you see?"
"Enough," I chuckled, "it was the single most adorable thing I've ever seen."
He looked at me awkwardly, his face red with embarrasment. Though this embarrasment only got worse as Tina proceeded to show everyone the video in Glee.
"Blaine, this is nothing to be embarrased about," Schue reassured him, who was also laughing at the video.
"Yes it is," Sam and Kitty laughed, nodding their heads.
I grabbed Blaine's hand, squeezing it, "I think it was sexy."
"That's a twerk fail gawker nightmare," Blaine responded, though Schue had taken some weird inspiration as he came up to the other side of Blaine and starting shaking him.
"No, this is a revelation."
Artie shook his head, "If this is turning into what I think it's turning into, I just want to say that it's physically impossible for me to twerk."
Kitty kicked artie's shoulder, "I beg to differ."
"Guys, look how you're all riveted by that video. That's the kind of reaction we need from the judges if we're gonna one-up Throat Explosion at Nationals," He was seriously trying to make Blaine's twerking video into a lesson, though I couldn't even try and be surprised by that. "We need to edge up our America's sweetheart image a bit. Show the judges we're not afraid to rebel."
