Chapter Seventy-Two - Everything Has Changed
I woke up with a pounding headache snuggled up in the bed in Blair's spare room. I reached over to the counter for water, only for there to be none there. I was confused at first, Blaine always brought us both water before bed. Though I was at Blair's, and Blaine wasn't going to be bringing me water again.
Though almost on cue Nate had walked in, holding a glass of water and smiling when he noticed I was awake. He passed it over to me, holding the glass as I desperately sipped. "How are you doing?"
"I went to boarding school, and that's the most drunk I've ever been," I moaned.
He chuckled, "Your performance of Bohemian Rhapsody was legendary, you truly are one kind of drunk."
"You're joking me? I don't even remember singing that," I turned over to bury my head in a pillow, the light in the room making my head hurt even more. I tried to remember what had happened last night, though my heart almost stopped when I remembered the kiss.
Promptly I turned back around to face Nate, "Did we, um, have sex?"
"One doesn't have sex with one who's unconscious," Nate declared.
I sighed in relief, not because it would be wrong since that was what Blaine had been doing anyways, and it seemed a breakup was now inevitable, but more because it was definitely too quickly for me to move on.
"Dorota's making some breakfast, I can grab you a plate to eat in here if you'd like?" Nate offered, and I blushed at how kind he was being.
I reached over, cupping his cheek as I smiled, "You're amazing, thank you."
*
"What's up? Did you get your test results back?" Kurt had been awaken by a stressed out Blaine, and was regretting giving them anytime access to their penthouse.
Blaine shook his head, "Poppy hasn't answered any of my calls and texts, what if she's gotten herself in a mess again."
"That's weird, I literally just got a text from her," Kurt tilted his head.
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FanfictionKurt 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...