Hello there! So, I decided to make a Glee Hunger Games story. I had a long process as to picking how far everyone goes and who wins, so I made it so I didn't cheat. What I did was first figure out 12 guys and girls to put in. There is a few Warblers and then some other random people along with the ND's. I separated to boys and girls and put their names into two jars. I pulled out a boy and a girl and started with District one. Then, after I had all the districts picked out, I put them back in and then pulled them out in the order they'd get out in. I did this twice, averaged the numbers, and then put them in the average place. TO make sure I still wasn't cheating somehow, I then added up their place scores and the person with the highest score was the winner, the person with the lowest score is out first. Also, there are no couples in this story during the games. I even split up all the couples, making one of the people good, and one bad. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the story.

PS. Yes, I changed the story line. I'm sorry, but it worked better this way. So, ignore anything different with Glee.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or The Hunger Games. If I did, I'd probably be really rich and not be on here.

Blaine's POV

I was sitting in my room with Kurt watching The Hunger Games. It had finally been released onto DVD, and we both wanted to see it, as we hadn't really paid much attention to it in the theater. We were cuddled up on my bed, sharing popcorn. We were at the part where Katniss goes to find Peeta in the arena.

"You know, if that were us, I'd search for days to find you," Kurt said.

"Why?" I asked, "We couldn't have been from the same district, and people would probably frown upon us being gay."

"When have we ever cared what people think?" Kurt asked.

"The Gamemakers would probably shoot fireballs at us," I say.

"Well, I could never kill you," Kurt said.

"I hope not. I'd miss you," I say.

"I wish we could be in the games," Kurt says.

"You want to be fighting for the death?" I ask.

"No, but it would be fun to see what would happen," Kurt replies, "if the Glee kids were in, I wonder who would be from each district, and who would be good."

"There are only 16 Glee kids," I remind him.

"True, but we could have past members, Warbler, and other random people we don't like."

"Yeah, that would be kind of interesting, just to see where it goes in all," I say, "I wouldn't want to die, though."

"Me either," Kurt said. They watch the rest of the movie quietly, and then fall asleep.

The next morning I woke up in a strange place. Kurt was gone and my room was more like part of a hut. My mother comes in, dressed in dirty clothes. That is not like my mother at all.

"Baline, come on, wake up," she says, shaking me, "you have to get ready for the reaping."

"Reaping?" I ask. She rolls her eyes.

"Yes, the reaping for the 27th annual Hunger Games," she says, "remember?" Wait, what? Is this some sort of messed up prank Kurt is trying to pull on me?

"Very funny, Mom," I say, "did Kurt put you up to this?"

"Who is Kurt?" she asked. I decided not to press her. I may as well play Kurt's little game. I shut my room door and pull something out of m y closet. It's a pair of skinny jeans and a dress shirt. I walk to the bathroom and take a bath in the 'tub', kind of like the one at the beginning of the movie. I get dressed, and I exit, and a little girl, around 4, attaches herself to my leg. I don't recognize her, but I unattached her and bend down.

"Blainey, what If you get picked?" she asks.

"Honey, I won't get picked. Don't worry about it," I ruffle her hair and stand back up. I had lied to her. I'm only 17, but my name is in there 20 times. I needed to do it for the extra food. My family needed it. Wait, how did I know this? It's not possible for me to be in actual Hunger Games. It's just a book series, and yet somehow, I am.

It becomes time to go and I head down the Justice Building, following the mob of kids. I registered, and then found a place in the large group of guys. I locate Jeff and Nick in the crowd. What are they doing in this? I walk over to them.

"Hi Blaine," they say together.

"Hi," I reply, unenthusiastically, "I'm nervous."

"Don't be," Jeff said, "this is our second to last year. We'll be fine."

"I not so sure," I comment. The crowd quiets down as Effie walks onto stage and makes us watch the movie we've seen a million times and then gives her speech.

"Lady's first, as always," she says, and walks across the stage and reaches into the bucket. She unfolds the paper, and all the girls and their mothers hold their breath. "Becky Jackson." I look over and girls begin shifting away to revel a short blonde girl. She walks to the stage, tears in her eyes, but she's determined not to let them fall. She climbs the steps, and Effie shakes her hand.

"Now onto the boys," she says, moving to the opposite bowl. As she reaches in I can't stop thinking 'not me, please don't be me' she pulls out a slip of paper and unfolds in. "Blaine Anderson." I feel dizzy. It's me. I stand there, but people move to reveal me, just like they had with Becky. I slowly walk up to the stage. We shake hands, and then we are shuffled into the Justice Building

Quinn's POV

District 11

I woke up; knowing that today was the day. It was the day of the reaping. I heard Beth crying, so I moved to the two year old's room. I picked Beth up and placed her on my hip.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" I ask.

"Reaping, Mommy," Beth replied. She was a smart two year old.

"I know, honey," I say, "I'm not going to get picked though. Plus, it's my last year in." The only problem is as punishment for getting pregnant at 16 is that they put my name in 20 extra times because they couldn't put my name in while I was pregnant, obviously. I'm lucky they let me keep Beth, and didn't put her in another person's care, or even in another district. Having kids as a teenager was frowned upon, at least until you were out of the pool. My mother came into Beth's room and took her from me. I walked back to my room and pulled out a baby pink dress and a white cardigan. I walked into the bathroom. We didn't have real tubs like in the lower numbered districts. Ours was just the stupid orchard district. Sure, the capital said all the districts are important, but ours, 10, and 12 are basically crap compared to the 1st and 2nd districts. Anyways, I take my bath and then slip on my outfit and a pair of cute black strappy sandals. I exited the bathroom and find my mother in our kitchen eating breakfast. Beth in her high chair, and I take the spot next to her. I grab whatever it is that we are eating. I'm too nervous to even care what it is. Soon enough the bell rings, signaling us to head to the train to take us to the Justice Building. We live on the outskirts of the district, so we have to take the train. It's only about a half hour ride, but it would be a three hour walk.

When we get there, most of the district has already arrived and been checked in. I hand my mom Beth and then I go register. I then go and stand with the girls my age. Most of them don't like me anymore. I was outed when I got pregnant, and I'm still an outcast. Soon after, Jackson, our capital guy came on the stage, gave his stupid intro, and then walked to the girl's bowl.

"Ladies first," he called, reaching into the bowl, "Quinn Fabray." I heard Beth's crying out. I wanted to comfort her, but I couldn't. I headed to the front, hearing snickering form the crowd. He shook my hand, and then walked over to the bowl. What happened next was the worst part. He reached in and pulled out a name I really wished be hadn't. "Jesse St. James." Great, now I was forced to spend time with the last person I wanted to. Jesse St. James, the father of my daughter.

Kurt's POV

District 10

I woke up in an unfamiliar room. It wasn't even Blaine's, which I could have sworn I fell asleep in. This was weird. Anyways, I got up and found the kitchen. My father was already in it, eating something he'd most likely got from the bakery this morning. We lived in the best part of the district, if there was one. My dad had a good job. Wait, what am I talking about? Where is Blaine? And where am I? I feel like I'm in The Hunger Games, but that's not possible. This is really weird. Anyway, I eat breakfast and then go change into my outfit that I'd picked out for today. I had to bathroom and take a bath. I exit, and my dad is waiting for me.

"Come on, Kurt," he says, "we are going to be late for the Reaping." Wait, this is the Hunger Games!

"What?" I ask.

"District 10 needs its two tributes," he says. We leave, and walk about two miles to a building. I go to check in, and I'm not looking forward to the whole blood thing. I just want Blaine back. That's not going to happen though. Blaine's gone. I have no idea if he's even in my district, let alone alive. He's probably not even in this crazy thing. Our district lady walks onto the stage in a really interesting outfit. I look at it, wondering if I could pull it off, because she can't. I don't even care about what she says. I see her walk over to the bowl and pull out a name. "Brittney S. Pierce." I see a bubbly girl with blonde hair head to the front. She looks about 14, give or take. I don't think she has any clue what's going on. The lady walks across the stage and reaches into the other bowl. She takes a slip of paper out and calls out a name. "Kurt Hummel." Oh, great, it's me. I walk to the front and shake the girl's hand. She starts talking about her cat, and I know that I'm in for a wild ride.

Santana's POV

District 9

Today is the reaping, and I'm actually looking forward to it. I want to get in the game just so I can kick everyone's ass. Sure, I'm only 15, but I can kill someone without leaving any evidence. I get up and change into a red dress that makes me look hotter than I already am, which is really hard to do. Anyways, I head to the kitchen and make myself eggs and bacon. See, my parents work at the Justice Building and I usually take care of myself. I eat my breakfast and leave my house. And walk down the jewelry store and buy a new necklace to complete my outfit. I then head to my best friend's house to walk to the building with. I knock on her door, and she comes out wearing a blue dress.

"Hey Jess," I say.

"Why are you so positive today? It's the reaping," she says.

"I don't really care," I say, "If I get reaped, I'll win anyways."

"You know that the Careers almost always win," Jess said.

"I could beat their sorry little asses any day that ends in y."

"Knowing you, you probably could," she says. We arrive at the building and check in. We took our place with the other kids our age, and waited form whatever stupid capital person we got this year, since last years' got promoted. The guy came up, introduced himself as Chandler, and then pulled a name out of the bowl. "Jessica Ferlenda." No, I must be crazy! It can't be Jess! She can't be reaped! She'll get killed! So, I do the only thing I can think of.

"I volunteer as tribute," I yell. The peacekeepers ignore her and then come bring me to the stage. I stand tall, not realizing how stupid what I just did was. Chandler walks across the stage, and pulls out a guy's name. "Joe Hart." He calls, and a guy with dreads walks onto the stage. He looks about 13. Poor kid. Anyways, I know I have to win this thing.

So, what do you think? I'm breaking up reapings into three parts. Check out my other stories.

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