A/n: K, so I've decided to do something for you all. Another (maybe, baby) full blown story. It's a Hunger Games, but it's still going to be full blow.

Full-Summary Summary: One year, Katniss & Peeta's school splurges a bit and decides to have a dance. During the dance, someone spikes the punch. Katniss and Peeta have one cup too many and get drunk. They meet up with each other and have unprotected sex. It leads to Katniss becoming pregnant. She is due to give birth two weeks after reaping day. And then her name is pulled. Nobody volunteers for the young, pregnant girl and she's sent to the Capitol, beside the baby's father, who knows nothing of that being his child. First Hunger Games – Post-Hunger Games. My twists and turns.

Now, that's the full summary. So, I'm going to ask you if that's a good idea after I give you a small little chapter I. If nobody likes, then I will stop production and focus solemnly on RFTA. This is all up to you guys!

(PS: I'm having a little bit of trouble writing RFTA, so I'm working on this instead.)

Chapter One: Proper Peter

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"Mom, it's just a dance. I'll just wear pants and a shirt like a normal kid."

"Katniss, no kid there will be wearing pants and shirt. That's a men's outfit, not a young ladies. You're wearing my old dress and I'm doing your hair and painting your face."

Katniss groaned, "Seriously, I don't even want to go."

"Katniss Everdeen!" my mother yelled. "This is the only time in your school career that you'll be able to say that you're getting a dance. And during the final week of the Hunger Games? You'll be loosing classmates. This might just be the final farewell to them."

"Hey!" Katniss snapped, "Jeremy and Yvonne are still both alive, mother. Jeremy might make it. Yvonne might make it."

"Even if Yvonne or Jeremy makes it, you'll still be loosing one of them. And both of them are good people. This is a saying goodbye party, okay Katniss?"

She shrugged, "Whatever."

"Katniss, you'll be spending all night with these people-get social!" Mrs. Everdeen chirped as she clapped her hands. "At least be respectful."

Katniss shrugged and lowered her eyes. "Make me pretty, mother."

Her mother dressed her in a strapless purple dress that fell to her knees. She rolled her hair up in small ringlets and let them fall. She combed it out, and her hair wore more professional looking ringlets.

She walked down the dirt road, with Gale by her side. He'd come over to "escort" her to the dance. He'd worn his father's old tuxedo and he'd even brought Katniss white roses. She had no idea how he'd afforded them and why he'd brought them. It wasn't a date. In fact, by the time she would get there, she would push him towards Madge. She had a crush on him, and he knew it.

Once at the dance, Katniss realized how stupid all of this was. The music was live and it was all performed by a student at Katniss' school named Annaliese. She was fourteen and absolutely precious. In everyone else's eyes. Sure, Annaliese was a great singer, but the singer was not all pure and sunshine and rainbows. She made fun of any girl who wasn't as rich as her and her daddy. Her daddy, who was also a miner, was the "captain" of District Twelve. Ebenot Joshilyn. They were all stuck ups.

Gale nudged his best friend, "Catnip, mind if I go see what my little pests are doing?"

He was talking about his brothers. He pointed to them. Katniss giggled as she saw they were (attempting) to look smooth for the girls around the cookie table.

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She got punch. Lots of punch. At first, she thought it tasted just a teensy bit stronger than she remembered from second grade whenever they'd gotten a treat for being a nicely behaved class. But soon, it slid down Katniss' throat with ease and gracefully, well, as gracefully as the hunter could, she poured herself more cups. And more.

Until she finally stumbled outside. At first, the world seemed foreign and fuzzy, like she was inside a fuzzed out cube or something. Soon though, everything was pretty colors. She looked around and saw a boy standing out looking up at the stars.

She walked to him, giddy with excitement. She had no idea why, but for some reason, all of her bones tingled.

"Hi…" she slurred.

The boy glanced over and Katniss soon saw he was just as…colorful as she was, his pupils dilated. He looked familiar. He had blonde hair, neatly combed back and blue eyes.

His name started with a P, she was sure of it. He'd been in her class since kindergarten. How come she couldn't remember his name?

Peter? Patrick? Palmer? Parker? Pester? Plutarch? Pinkly? Pinker? Pinkie? Peeta…?

She wasn't sure. She held out a hand, "Katniss."

"I know." He said, taking her hand, he slurred it really, but his hand was full of warmth, he seemed sober. "I'm Peeta Mellark. I've been in you're class since…forever."

Katniss giggled, "Hah."

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing!" she assured. "Just…you."

"And what about me do you find amusing?"

"You're just so…proper, may I say. You say, 'I'm Peeta Mellark.' And I walk up to you, stick out my country hand and yell, 'Katniss!'"

Peeta chuckled, "Uh huh."

She pressed her back against the wall and sunk down, looking up at the stars. "Does everything else seem fuzzy?"

He sat next to her, tracing some shapes into the dirt, "Eh, kind of."

She turned to him and giggled, "So, Peeta! Do you feel like an uh, special connection?"

Peeta raised an eyebrow, "Between me and the dirt?"

"No!" Katniss smacked his arm, "I mean between you and me. Personally, I think my bones are calling, 'Peter! Peter! Peter!'"

"Peeta." He corrected.

"Yeah, yeah, sure." She waved her hand, "So do you?"

"Kind of." He admitted.

She leaned in and giggled harder. This time, Katniss whispered. "So…do you wanna ignore it?"

He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. He pursed his lip. "I-I-"

She cut him off, slipping her lips onto his and letting her tongue enter mouth. She laced her fingers into his blonde hair and ruffled it. It was irresistibly soft. She didn't pull away, and he didn't either.

A/n: So, there ye all go! I don't know how good that was, because as I am finishing, I have a headache. Sorry guys! :/ anyways, remember..it's important to comment. Keep…or…kill?