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-Three - Story of My Life
I had been in the kitchen finishing off a late lunch when I heard the elevator go off. I hesitantly went to the entrance to see who was there, surprised to see who I did holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Hey, you haven't returned my calls, I just wanted to check if you were alright?" Nate smiled, handing me the flowers.
I smiled awkwardly, only just remembering the kiss that had occurred between us. I had to get rid of him, Blaine couldn't know. Yes, I should be honest with him, but Blaine is only just getting his confidence back. The last thing he needs to know is I shared a drunken and irrelevant kiss with Nate Archibald. "Oh, um, thank you, I've kinda just been busy."
"Hey Nate! Long time no see!" Blaine smiled, walking in and placing his hands on my shoulder from behind, "Nice flowers."
I gave Nate a stern look, "I was just coming to see Freddie, thought I'd Poppy the flowers, following the incident and all."
"I thought Freddie was out of town all week?" Blaine question, my heart skipping a beat.
"Um, is he? I didn't know, he didn't tell me. Well I guess I better get going, nice to see you both."
"Lovely to see you Nate," I smiled, as he walked back into the elevator.
"That was, odd," Blaine chuckled, and I hoped he wouldn't think too much into it.
"Just Nate, you know?" I laughed, before quickly distracting him with the suggestion of putting a film on.
I ended up meeting up with Nate the next day after classes, insisting we go up his place for privacy. "Thanks for going along with everything."
"I'm guessing you didn't tell Blaine about that night?" Nate questioned.
"I mean it was only one kiss right? That's harmless," I justified.
Nate chuckled, "Poppy it was a lot more than one kiss, I'm guessing the drink hasn't helped you much."
"Really?" I slammed my head on the table and groaned, "I'm an awful person."
