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-Two - Transitioning
I had a call from Blaine Sunday evening, saying he had to go to McKinley to pick up a couple of sheet music and things the Warblers had left behind from Invitationals, and offered to give me a lift in.
"Now this is way too nostalgic," I joked as I saw him at my door, smiling eagerly.
"It definitely is weird," he responded.
I didn't take his hand like usual, and we walked to the car separate, as friends. As I got in the car, I noticed two coffees in the tray holder. "You made me a coffee?"
"Latte, extra sugar, just how you like it," he winked.
I faked a smile, since being on Broadway I had transitioned into drinking Americanos, needing more of the coffee boost. I took a sip, the milky taste almost making me cringe, and I was surprised by how I just to drink this. I didn't have the heart to not drink it, so I smiled and thanked Blaine.
"Thanks for the lift, really," I blushed, "you know how much I hate driving." I used to love driving, though after the accident Blaine always insisted on driving me everywhere, and I never really recovered from my fear. The drive to school in the morning was always the worst part of my day. "New car?"
"I had to get a bigger boot, fit music equipment and stuff," Blaine explained, "I do miss Betty though."
"I loved Betty," I sighed, "hopefully she's living an extravagant life with her new driver."
"As extravagant as she was with us? I doubt it," Blaine joked. "How's your mini?"
"Mickey is good, considering how much I barely drive it, I've been driving again recently more. Sam still insisted on taking me in, though I think we need a bit of space from each other for a while. If not our friendship is just going to habitually become a relationship again," I reasoned.
Blaine glanced over briefly, though I didn't quite catch his expression, "Sam said you two broke up, are you good?"
"Just felt like a summer fling running on extra time."
