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 Fifty-Two - All You Need Is Love
"I can't believe it's Beatles week!" I exclaimed as I walked out of the choir room with Blaine, arm in arm. "Finally we get some British appreciation up in here!"
Blaine chuckled, "Saying that, I think I have the perfect idea for our prom theme." I nudged Blaine, indicating for him to continue, "British Invasion, inspired by both the Beatles and my British-speaking girlfriend."
"I appreciate the acknowledgement that this is purely an accent, as much as I would love to be British, I feel like I'm living a lie a little," I joked, "But I love it, especially as we can link the music in nicely, as well as serving British snacks."
"Speaking of snacks, me and Kurt have prepared a little goodbye picnic," Blaine winked.
I rolled my eyes, "Kurt isn't leaving until the weekend."
"I know," he noted, "I just thought it'll be nice for all of us to hang around with him last one time, just us three, and, we can perform the number we prepared."
"So that's why we randomly started preparing it," I laughed, "why is this all such a surprise?"
"Am I not allowed to surprise you from time to time?" Blaine teased, grabbing my hand as we walked up the steps and joined Kurt.
"I'm really gonna miss you two in New York," Kurt sighed as we finished all of the food, "I mean besides the constant 'coupleness', you're a lot more relaxing than Rachel and Santana."
I giggled, "Our little threesome will be reunited again in New York, but you'll have Freddie so we can all be lovey-dovey then."
"Speaking of Freddie, do you maybe think you could pick him up from the airport?" Kurt suddenly asked.
"Doesn't he have some fancy chauffeur to do that?" I joked I had only just started driving again and I didn't fancy the drive to Colombus and back.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "I need you to drive him to Dalton."
"I would but I'm helping Kurt prepare, best man duties," Blaine nodded proudly.
