Hello everyone! Welcome to my little crossover fic. This idea came to me while I was rewatching The Hunger Games and I'm really excited to see where this goes, and you should too! Why? Because you are going to decide the fate of the characters. Yes, you the reader will determine who dies and who wins, but more on that later...
Also, even though the majority of the characters will be from the Gleeverse, I've also casually slipped in a few of my OCs and I hope you grow to like them and enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
Enough of this, let's begin!
Welcome to the 66th Annual Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor.
DISTRICT 1
Quinn stood in front of the mirror, styling her hair with a smile. It was reaping day and she had to look her absolute best. Her mother knocked and then opened the door; she smiled at her daughter, "Are you ready, Quinny?"
Quinn's smile widened before she replied, "Ready."
Breakfast was already on the table, it was only a matter of hours until the reaping began. Quinn and her mother sat down. Her dad and sister were already seated. At first they ate in silence until Quinn's father decided to have a chat with her daughter, "How are you feeling, Quinn?"
"Confident," she replied sweetly. This made her sister, Franny, snort and shake her head. "Have something to say?" Quinn asked.
"No, I'm just glad that you feel so comfortable," Franny answered sarcastically.
"Well, it is an important day," their father intervened, "Today could be a life changing moment for Quinn."
"Life changing? Don't you mean 'deathly'?
Quinn stood up, "Franny, can I talk to you in private?" Then, she looked at her dad with an innocent expression, "It will only be a moment." Her father nodded his consent and the two sisters walked outside so their parents wouldn't hear. Quinn turned around and her expression wasn't sweet anymore, she was angry. "Alright, say it. What's your problem?"
"What do you mean what's my problem?"
"Yeah, you don't think I can win this thing?"
Now Franny was mad too, "This "thing" is a sick game where you are thrown like an animal to fight for your life. You wanna know what my problem is? Fine. My problem is that you are my little sister, my only sister and the fact that you are not even a little worried about your life is driving mad!" Once Franny was done, she was panting.
Quinn was speechless. She stepped closer to her sister and hugged her tight for a few seconds. Then, she broke the hug so she could look at Franny in the eye and speak clearly to her, "Listen, I know that so far, you and I have been lucky, and I know that even if you got the chance again, you wouldn't dare go for this. But I have been training, ten years of my life I've been getting preparing myself for this moment, and I'm ready, Franny, I can feel it. This is my year."
There was so much light in Quinn's eyes as she spoke that it scared Franny. She couldn't believe this was her sister talking. Franny had refused to become a Career and her name had never come out of the bowl, and even if it had, she knew there would've been a volunteer ready to step up. And now Quinn was talking about willingly entering that disgusting competition.
Franny started tearing up, "Don't do this, Quinn. Please," she whispered.
Quinn didn't say anything else, she just walked back into the house, leaving her older sister crying alone.
Everyone had already gathered for the reaping. As Quinn looked around she noticed all the confident faces, she couldn't help but smile, because this year she knew that she belonged to that circle. Quinn felt proud of herself and she knew her father was too. Quinn didn't even look for her sister because she knew she wasn't there, even though assisting to the reaping was mandatory. Franny had stopped assisting the moment she turned too old for the Hunger Games.
April Rhodes stumbled her way up to the stage. She cleared her throat in front of the mic and shouted, "Welcome, everyone, to the 66th Annual Hungry Games!" Somebody approached her and whispered something to her ear, April giggled and then resumed the presentation, "Woopsie! Hunger Games, that's what I meant. Anyway, before we move on to the good stuff, here is a video…which I can't even remember what's about but let's watch it, shall we?"
Quinn's heart was pounding, she knew every word of this video; she mouthed the words along as the pride inside of her grew bigger. She clapped fervently when the video ended. April Rhodes shouted into the mic again, "Woohoo! That was some intense lesson! Whatever it meant. Now, let's get this party started. Bring the names, boys! Oh, they're already here! Alright, may the odds be forever with you in your life," April's face was serious while she made the shape of a cross on the air with her hand, and then with shaky hands pulled out a piece of paper. She grinned, "Oooh, I'm excited!" April unfolded the paper as Quinn felt her heartbeat accelerating, this was it, it was her moment.
"Vicky Jackson!" The crowd was confused, they looked around for the person but nobody responded to the name. April pulled the paper closer to her and then farther to focus her blurry vision. She laughed again, "Damn these small papers, they're too tiny to read! It was Becky, Becky Jackson. Come on up, Becky!"
Becky was almost in tears, but she was pushing through them as she made her way to the stage. Quinn felt bad for Becky; she knew the girl wouldn't stand a chance out there. So before anyone else could, Quinn stepped to the center, raised her hand and shouted, "I volunteer!"
April raised her eyebrows, "Well, if your feet are burning up with excitement, come up here, honey!" The audience burst into claps. Quinn grinned. Yes, finally. She was ready for this. Quinn joined April on the stage, "And what's your name, sweetheart?"
Quinn answered to the mic, "Quinn Fabray."
"Give it up for Miss Fabray, our volunteer of the day!"
There were more claps and Quinn couldn't feel any happier. She looked for her dad on the crowd. He looked proud indeed, and it was like he was mirroring what she was feeling inside. Quinn waved to the audience, enjoying her moment of glory.