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-Five - Broadway, Here I Come
I was tense for the whole after-party, how could I not be? I had to tell Blaine that I kissed another guy, one who was extremely attractive, and tall, and everything Blaine had always feared I'd run off to. I had spoken to Kurt prior to the evening, and he had gone on to insist that if I didn't tell Blaine tonight, after the party, that he would. He insisted it would be the best time, while he was on a high, while he was happy, as if for some reason it would lighten the blow. Truthfully, it made it worse.
"Why aren't you smiling?" Blaine danced his way over to me, looking ecstatic. It broke my heart. "Tonight is the best night of our lives."
"Is it?" I nervously questioned.
He grabbed my hands, pulling me close to him, "Yes it is because I just spoke to a gentleman who just offered me an album."
I couldn't hold in it any longer, it came out of my mouth like vomit. "I kissed Nate."
I was in shock that I said it, especially without any explanation. Blaine was still smiling, until the words had truly processed and he broke away, "Did you just say what I think you said or I am in so much shock that I'm hallucinating."
"It was when I was convinced you had cheated on me. I got really drunk and we were dancing and I was so upset because I thought we were over for good and it just happened but it means nothing and I just had to tell you."
Blaine stepped fully away from me, my body ached for his touch back like I was never going to get it again. The look on his face was priceless, it was like smashed glass on the carpet. It shouldn't have smashed there, it was wrong, it made no sense.
"So you thought it was a great idea to tell me tonight? When everything is finally falling together? After I risked everything for you?" His tone was bitter, angry, hurt.
Tears strained out of my eyes, "If I didn't tell you tonight, Kurt was going to. You had to hear it from me!"
"Why couldn't you tell me, I don't know, as soon as we were back together again? I could have gotten over it then when you did think I had done the same to you. But the fact you've been keeping it all this time from me? I feel so embarrassed, I feel so stupid. My god, he literally bought you flowers, why didn't it click!" He exclaimed, his voice getting louder, people beginning to look.
