A/N- Here's a Poppy chapter :) Enjoy!
These words are from catfishii: girl water pen tattoo flower six dictionary unimaginative chronological floozy watermelon arm skirt musketeers cube jeans crazy inn love future.
As Kurt walked through his living room, a chill ran down his spine. Something was missing, something was... off. He narrowed his eyes and glanced over at the bookshelf. There was the dictionary, the encyclopedias, books ranging from Harry Potter to the Three Musketeers, and-
"Oh my- No! No no no!" Kurt scrambled over to his enormous Vogue magazine collection. At a moment's glance, he could tell they weren't in chronological order. And, even worse, one was missing.
"Poppy!" Kurt shouted to his six year old daughter, hoping she would know why this tragedy had occurred. She poked her head out of her room, but refused to move much farther than that. "Poppy, get down here!" She nervously took a step forward, but Kurt was too focused on reorganizing his Vogue issues to notice the way she kept her left arm close to her side.
"Yes, Daddy?" she replied innocently.
"What happened to my- What's wrong with your arm?"
"Nothing!"
"Poppy, show me. Right now."
Poppy sighed shakily, but lifted her left arm. She had drawn a flower in the crook of her elbow, and clutched in her hand was a purple Sharpie pen. "There was a pretty girl with a drawing on her in this weird book," she said, running back to her room momentarily to grab the missing Vogue. "I wanted a pretty drawing too."
Kurt looked with wide eyes at the markings on her arm. "Did you draw any others?" She nodded, lifting up her pink shirt with little watermelon seeds on it. On her stomach, she had drawn what looked like a horse, another flower, and a cube around her belly button. Then she dropped her shirt, lifting the edge of her skirt to show off the little spirals on her inner thigh.
"Oh, Poppy! And you drew all of this in Daddy's permanent markers?" She nodded, pointing to the container of pens and markers she had swiped from Blaine and Kurt's room. Kurt groaned, wishing Blaine was here to help, but he was away on business. He could call the inn where Blaine was staying, but he didn't want to worry his husband into thinking their daughter was on the track to becoming a floozy. He looked down at the girl and shook his head. "Come on, we're gonna try and was them off."
"But Daddy! They're pretty!"
"Yes, they're very pretty, but until you're eighteen you may not have a tattoo."
"What's a tattoo?" Poppy asked, now confused.
"Ummm... I'll tell you later." Kurt grabbed a washcloth and ran it under hot water. He added a mountain of hand soap and went to work, scrubbing at the drawings and willing them away. In the end, the designs were merely faded, so Kurt put Poppy in a sweater and jeans so she didn't have any exposed skin to draw on. At least his daughter wasn't unimaginative.
"Poppy, I love you, but in the future please ask before touching Daddy's magazines. You didn't," he gulped at the thought, "draw on it, did you?"
Poppy's eyes went wide. "Daddy, that's from May of 2003. It's a classic! I'm not crazy!"
Kurt laughed. He knew Poppy was just quoting his own words, but it was still nice to hear. "That's my girl."
