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-Nine - Back To December
I had been in the mall for some reason or another, I didn't quite know why, though I had found myself back in the old music store where Blaine and I would hang out occasionally, play some music and sing together.
I found my way to the guitar, the one you could play, and I almost couldn't stop myself from strumming.
POPPY I'm so glad you made time to see me. How's life? Tell me how's your family? I haven't seen them in a while. You've been good, busier than ever. We small-talk, work and the weather. Your guard is up and I know why. Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind. You gave me roses and I left them there to die.
POPPY with BLAINE So this is me swallowing my pride, Standing in front of you, saying, "I'm sorry for that night," And I go back to December all the time. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine. I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right. I go back to December all the time.
BLAINE These days I haven't been sleeping, Staying up, playing back myself leavin'. When your birthday passed and I didn't call.
POPPY And I think about summer, all the beautiful times, I watched you laughing from the passenger side. And realized I loved you in the fall.
BLAINE And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind You gave me all your love and all I gave you was "Goodbye".
POPPY & BLAINE So this is me swallowing my pride, Standing in front of you, saying, "I'm sorry for that night." And I go back to December all the time. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine. I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind. I go back to December all the time.
POPPY I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile. So good to me, so right.
BLAINE And how you held me in your arms that April night: The first time you ever saw me cry.
