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 Ninety - Rise
After we performed our number, I instantly made sure to make an active part in the pairing of two particular people. I grabbed Kitty, pushing Skylar away from approaching anyone else but her. "Skylar Kitty, Kitty Skylar."
"Are you seriously trying to pair me with Blaine 2.0?" Kitty chuckled.
"Well you were called Poppy 2.0 while I was gone, so I do think it's a smart match for this week," I pointed out, though Kitty wasn't too reluctant about the pairing.
As they went off, Blaine came over and rested his arm on my shoulder, "Bloppy 2.0 in the world?"
"Our master plan will prevail!" I giggled, jokingly putting on an evil voice.
The kids took surprisingly well to the theme, despite the absurdity of it, and produced some good numbers. It was nice to see the two teams intermingle and mix, as well as experiencing my own deja vu seeing Kitty and Skylar together. It was almost like watching a young Blaine and me, even if it was just the aesthetics.
Though before we knew it our week was over, and it was back to rehearsing for Sectionals. With the Warblers on our side, we seriously stood a chance at winning, so everything was as intense as ever. We had Schue doing choreography Tuesdays and Thursdays, vocal practises on Mondays and Wednesdays, and then a freestyle lesson on Friday to ease things out. It was a club after all, and we needed one day to have fun.
It was during one of these dance rehearsals that me and Blaine were observing that tension struck in the group.
"Come on!" Skylar had broke out during the session in frustration, "this choreography is about as rudimentary as it gets and you guys aren't even close."
"Okay, that-that is enough, guys," Schue dismissed, hoping not to ease out any quarrels between the two groups. Everything had been going smoothly so far. "We're a team, and a team is comprised of people with individual strengths and weaknesses."
Though Jane didn't sound so convinced, "Are we a team? Because look at us. Half of us are wearing uniforms from a different school."
