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-One - A Christmas Surprise
"I can't believe we finally get to go property hunting," Blaine breathed, as we once again stepped out onto the New York streets. We weren't officially moving back until January, though we actually wanted our own place to live.
"Nothings going to be as nice as the hotel," I frowned, "but at least it's our own."
Blaine shrugged, "We've got enough to afford something a bit more glamorous than the loft, and actually in the city."
"I'm just relieved I've got some Broadway money to help you out with the rent," I sighed, "I actually want to help out."
Blaine rolled his eyes, "You know how I feel about that, you should save it."
I shook my head, "I want to contribute."
"But it's not like this is money I've worked hard for, this is literally family money. And soon when we're married it's your money too so it makes sense we use it to cover the rent," Blaine insisted.
It was hard to argue back when he made a good point, though I just wanted to feel like I was putting something towards it. "How about I pay for the furniture?"
"Deal," he smiled, shaking my hand as we walked into our first viewing.
We viewed about six properties that day, though there was always something wrong about each one. Or at least Blaine told me I would find something wrong about each place.
"I just want the perfect place," I fluttered my eyelashes, "this is our future."
"I know," he chuckled, chastely kissing my lips, "though this is New York."
I took a deep breath, he was right. Nowhere would be perfect unless you were a billionaire. Though in my heart I knew we hadn't found the one, and I needed to fall in love with the place.
Our final place of that day we didn't hold much hope in, for it was lower manhattan and we were trying to be as close to upper manhattan and Colombia, or at least the area we had gotten to know so well the year previous. Anyways, our estate agent had insisted that we still have a viewing, since the place had been recently refurbished and was proving to be very popular.
