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 Seventy-One - Green Light
I woke up in a hospital bed, immediate soreness and a dulling ache greeting me. It took me a second to notice the warmth of my fiancé sleeping soundly on my chest, his soft, baby snores and tight grip. Then I remembered what had happened.
It was in flashes: the boy crying in the street; rushing over to his aid; the first blow, the struggle, the pain; the darkness. Blaine had found me, I didn't even know how or what lead him to be there, but I remembered stirring to his crying eyes and his tight grip, which I was yet again awake with. Only this time his tears had dried, and he was peacefully dreaming. I watched him for a while until the tiredness overcame me and I joined him in his sleep.
Blaine stayed with me as much as he could, which was whenever he didn't have a class to be attending. When he wasn't there Kurt was, or Serena, or even Rachel. Sam stayed with throughout, reading me Star Wars Fan-fiction as he figured since Blaine liked it so would I. I didn't protest, I appreciated the thought behind it, and Sam's impressions of every character were entertaining enough.
My carefree day took a sharp turn when my Dad walked into the room. I didn't even know he was coming, though I wasn't surprised he booked a flight when Kurt broke the news. "Poppy, what were you thinking?" Was the first thing he said, roughly sighing in disappointment. "I mean, I know what you were thinking, but, who do you think you are, Catwoman or Supergirl or something? Those guys could've have a gun."
I took a deep breath, "I couldn't just watch it happen Dad, walk away and leave this poor guy for death."
"So you could have called the cops or something instead? You don't always have to fight Poppy. This isn't high school, there are guys worse than that Karofsky kid, guys who will fight a girl back." Dad was right, though we couldn't change anything now. I was still proud of what I did, and here I was alive. "I'm proud of what you did, and there's probably part of me to blame for raising you to be the person you are today. But next time Pops, use your head! Do you realise how lucky you are?"
I took a deep breath, motioning to my cuts as I said "Trust me, I've learnt my lesson."
"I just can't believe this happened here you know? I mean this is New York City. I mean, come on, this isn't Kansas," Dad complained, "This shouldn't be happening to you or Kurt, am I an idiot because I thought you'd both be safe here? Safer? Look at your beautiful face."
