New story! So I basically have completely lost it with the Sparia story (PLL), but never fear I haven't abandoned it! But I will start doing some Glee fics to keep myself writing :) Disclaimer: I do not own Glee OR the Hunger Games trilogy/movies. If I did, Glee would be Brittana's spinoff xD

Enjoy!

Santana Lopez thought her world had fallen to pieces. She had lived a life she had not deserved, suffering pain and loss and regret and hate and love. She thought she had the ultimate story to tell.

But that was until the day of the reaping. The day her legs faltered and her vision fractured like a broken mirror.

"Sandiego Lopez!"

He was only 12. He would never last. Innocent and sweet, her little baby brother had no chance in the wild, amongst brutal murderers that play to win, not to escape.

What choice did she have?

"I volunteer!" her voice cracked as she screamed at the top of her lungs, pushing and grabbing for her brother.

"I volunteer as tribute in my brother's place. Choose a new boy tribute. I beg you," she repeated.

The brunette slowly made her way to the rotting, dirty stage of District 12. Her home that, once she boarded that train, she would never see again. She couldn't win.

As she requested, a new boy tribute was drawn. Noah Puckerman. Built strongly, he shoved his way up to the stage with a hard look on his face. He showed no emotion. Except a crack through his brick wall, as he and Santana shared a glance while they stood side by side, lined up for their deaths.

It was certainly a first for Brittany. Never before had she seen a volunteer from a district that didn't provide career training. She guessed that the circumstances were different. The girl from District 12 who volunteered in place of her younger brother; the blonde girl was fascinated by her. Did she have experience in the wild? Maybe she was a good fighter. However, from the look of distraught and 'spur of the moment' on the girl's face, even Brittany could tell the girl hadn't planned on volunteering.

She thought back to her own district's reaping. District 2, the district where careers fight for the year's tribute. However, Brittany had it easy, 'fortunately' for her.

Ever since the death of her sister last year, everybody had been quiet around her. They never mentioned the games, they never asked her about training. It was all an avoided subject now.

Brittany couldn't say that she minded it, though. She was never one for the violence- in fact, she hated the games and the whole concept of them, but she would never say that in public in front of the Capitol, or peace-makers. She didn't dare imagine how they would react.

But her father was the opposite; he was obsessed with having one of his children win. Brittany had four siblings, and now only one was left. Little Niall, only 7 years old. He barely knew his eldest sister. Heather volunteered last year after years of intensive training, and she was top of the pack in the girl's category. Brittany wasn't even half way to matching her skill.

And even so, she died brutally to the lover of a girl she had killed during her game. Pushed off a cliff and bashed and sliced. She didn't even see his face.

But her father never gave up. He had lost a son before Heather, who had also fallen victim to the games. He was weak, and ill, but their father insisted they train and train and train until their limbs could move no more.

Again her mind fluttered back to the girl in District 12, doing all she could for her family. Maybe herself and the girl had something in common. Neither of them wanted to be here.

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