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 Eighty - Still Hurting
BLAINE Vintage tee, brand new phone High heels on cobblestones When you are young, they assume you know nothing Sequin smile, black lipstick Sensual politics When you are young, they assume you know nothing But I knew you Dancing in your Levi's Drunk under a streetlight, I I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby kiss it better, right And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favourite A friend to all is a friend to none Chase two girls, lose the one When you are young, they assume you know nothing But I knew you Playing hide-and-seek and Giving me your weekends I, I knew you Your heartbeat on the High Line Once in twenty lifetimes, I And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favourite To kiss in cars and downtown bars Was all we needed You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleeding 'Cause I knew you Stepping on the last train Marked me like a bloodstain, I I knew you Tried to change the ending Peter losing Wendy I, I knew you Leaving like a father Running like water, I When you are young, they assume you know nothing But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young I knew I'd curse you for the longest time Chasing shadows in the grocery line I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired And you'd be standing in my front porch light And I knew you'd come back to me You'd come back to me And you'd come back to me And you'd come back And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favourite
Blaine sat on the edge of his bed, strumming his guitar as he softly sang the lyrics. Sebastian had managed to capture the meerkat and was taking it to some animal rescue centre place in Colombus, and would be out all afternoon. He would have gone with him, but he needed to be back at McKinley soon.
A part of him didn't want to go, feeling so much more content singing by himself with a guitar. He hadn't of done this in so long, a sense of guilt overcoming him that he hadn't yet even wrote one song for his album. He thought about using Not Alone, though it felt wrong. It was as much of Poppy's song as it was his own.
