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-Nine - Hold On
I flew into Laguardia, which had me in a half-hour taxi - due to traffic - to Bushwick. I walked up to the Apartment, which was considerably messier than usual given Santana's sole occupancy of it. Meaning Rachel hadn't attempted an apology to move back in. The last I had heard, Freddie and Kurt had essentially kicked Rachel out. Kurt had told me it was done nicely and respectfully as he explained to Rachel that they needed space as a couple, though Rachel had taken Kurt as a traitor and the tensions were higher than ever.
Though when I walked in, Santana wasn't alone, "You know, I-I'm actually just here to get her sheet music. Do you know where she keeps it?"
"Up her butt," Santana responded and I awkwardly walked into view. Her face lit up and smiled, "Poppy!"
She got up and came and gave me a hug, and then my eyes rested on the guy who had been standing in the apartment. "I'm guessing your Kurt's sister?"
I nodded, and I assumed from that this was the infamous Elliott, "Elliott, right?"
"You're a lot shorter than I thought you'd be."
"What are you trying to say?" I snapped back, before laughing to ease it off.
"Seriously though," Elliott continued, "Rachel asked me to come here and pick it up, and, you know, she's moving into my apartment."
"Whoa!" Santana answered, seeming off put by the news. "Wait. Wh-what did you just say? How could you do this to me? You are such a traitor!"
I was confused by Santana's angle, but I supposed it would make more sense if I was here. "Well A: I hardly know you, so I'm not really being a traitor. And B: she needed a place to stay, and I needed the money."
"You need money?" Santana nodded, and I knew the look on her face.
"Well, yeah," he said in blunt tone.
"Huh, well maybe Auntie Snixx could help you out with that," She suggested, and I knew exactly where this was going to go.
I went to unpack my bag while Santana negogiated with Elliott, and when I came back into my room I had a cup of coffee awaiting me. "So, Hummel, must be the longest you and Anderson have ever been apart for, did you begin to get sick of the smell of his hair gel?"
