A Winner Never Quits; (Chapter 1/?)

Note; This is my first fanfiction. I am not very good at writing, so try give me a break. The idea came up with friends, this was suppose to be a bit of fun and humour, but it turned into a serious story. Probably some mistakes.
I apologize in advance. Yes I am not totally proud of this chapter, it's pretty boring, but I promise some excitement will happen in the second chapter! I do not own any of the movies, shows or people who are in this story.
Glee/Hunger Games cross over. Humour, violence, romance, smut. Warning; deaths may offend some readers.
Word count: 952

Kurt Hummel; District 6. No previous experience in hunting, fighting or weaponry.

Kurt Hummel is an everyday teenager. Turning 18, it's his last year to be eligible to compete in the Hunger Games. His life is on the line as it lays in the hands of fellow allies and his own destiny. Kurt also finds something else through the adventure.

A Winner Never Quits

One week until the reaping.

Opening my eyes and waking up to the sound and smell of machines running, this is a normal dreary morning in district 6.

I shower and slowly make my way down stairs before cooking a simple meal of toast and eggs.

There are seven days left. Seven days until I am free, forever. Well not really free, but safe.

A week from now is the reaping for the 'Hunger Games'.

The Hunger Games are a life ruining competition. It entitles for two 'tributes', under age eighteen, from each of our twelve districts to fight in an arena. The twenty four tributes fight to the death, until one victor survives and triumphs.

It's my last year being in the games, so my name is in the draw eighteen times.

I finish my breakfast, clean my plate and make my way out to the garage where my father will no doubt, be working his ass off fixing vehicles for the ungrateful people of the Capitol; the 'rulers', 'leaders', whateveryouwanttocallthem, of our country. My father is our districts finest mechanic, a real hard worker. My father works too hard, I hate how they make everyone work to the bone, while theydon't do a thing.

"Kurt". My father says the second he sees me. "You can take the day off. I don't have much work today."

"Really? But you never let me off?"

"Well, It's about time you get a day off. Go out, get fresh air. Go see that kid you hang with, I don't care. Just be safe and be back before dinner, you got it?" I smile and nod enthusiastically before giving my dad a quick hug goodbye.

Peeta, my best and only friend, that's who I was going to see. He lived only a few blocks away, but it feels miles in the hot sun. His house is smaller than mine, one story. It's only him and his mother that live there.
"Peeta!" I yell opening the door. We know each other well enough to show up unannounced in each other's houses. His mother probably isn't home as she works long hours at the cleaners.
I cross a hall and knock on his bedroom door.
The door opens revealing the familiar dusty blonde hair and big brown eyes of my friend.
"Kurt, hey! Shouldn't you be helping your dad?" He says inviting me into his room.
"I got the day off, so I thought I'd come see you. What are you doing?"
"Choosing clothes to wear next Saturday. You nervous?"
"Yeah, I'm a bit scared. It's so horrible what they do. It ruins lives. How are you feeling?"
"Yeah, same, scared. It really is stupid. I just… I just don't want to die."
We both shutter at the thought of being brutally slaughtered as seen in previous games.
"Why don't we go down the to the waterfall, it's really hot today." I agreed.
Peeta packs us a small lunch and tucks it into a small sack before we set off.
The waterfall was our secret place. We loved spending hot days sitting by the bank. It was our home away from home, from the games, from our horrid world.

"If you were to be in the games with anyone who would it be?" Peeta asks as he moves branches from the barely visible path.
"I'd say you, because you're my friend and I trust you, but then I don't think I'd be able to put up with one of us being left alone if the other dies." Peeta gives a flattered and sympathetic laugh.
"I just hope you don't get chosen, Peeta."
"Why, don't you think I could survive?" Peeta shoves playfully before sliding down a small bank, and onto the rocks of a small waterfall.
I slide down after him.
"You could, it's just… let's talk about something else."
"Okay, so… do you still have a crush on that guy?"
"I never had a crush on.. What…what are you on about! Gosh your immature." I say splashing water from the falls into Peeta's sweaty face.
"Oh, so you want a water fight." Peeta slashes me back.
It isn't long until the two of us are in a full water fight and both of us a soaked head to toe.
"You're drenched!" I laugh.
"So are you! I'm hungry, let's eat."
We sit and eat and chat for a while, then we slowly make our way back into town.

"I should check on my dad, see how he is going."
Peeta nods and lowers his head.
"What's wrong Peeta?"
"I.. nothing. You'd better check on him."
"I'll see you… at the reaping I guess."
"Hmm. See you then." Peeta pulls me into a friendly hug.

It was strange seeing Peeta so upset about the games, neither of us like them, but he, nor have I been so upset about them. The odds or either of us getting in are 1 of at least 400. As they say, "May the odds be ever in your favour."

When I got home my dad was a sleep on the couch. I put a light throw rug over him. Our days maybe hot, but our nights in district 6 sure are cold. It was barely dark and almost dinner time, but I left him, I can cook for myself.
I made myself a soup, cleaned up and sat on my bed with my journal.
"One week till the reaping"

It didn't take long for Kurt to fall asleep with his journal cradled in his arms.