The Hunger Games Trilogy is beautiful. Klaine is beautiful. That was the inspiration for this.
DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN HG, GLEE, OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. BESIDES THE OCs.
Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat, willing his feet forward as he made his way to the platformed stage through the large crowd of men.
He could hear his father wail out in sorrow from the distance, though there was nothing the poor mechanical weaponry factory worker could do to help his son. It wasn't his fault that they needed the extra tesserae. It was the only carbs Kurt could scavenge for the old man.
Kurt Hummel had been selected as District Two's male tribute in the Nineteenth Annual Hunger Games. Following his mother's footsteps, he would die in the arena. He was sure of it.
He could hear the dissatisfied groans, the slurs of ' how weak' and 'look how slim the girl-I mean, boy is' whispered through the crowds. But he was numb to words.
Living each day like you wouldn't live to see another one did that to people like himself.
Being helped up the stairs by the rather uncomfortable guards, Kurt straightened the hem of his shirt and shook Emma's hand politely. The woman was something else. She was dressed in what Kurt could only classify as OCD. A small petite white dress covered in a yellow short coat. Her heels made her slightly taller than Kurt. Though Kurt knew he wasn't one to judge. Since he was basically dressed in what could be considered rags.
Looking on both sides of the stage, Kurt sighed at the armed guards readied positions. No use trying to escape now.
"Alright! We have our boy chosen for the honorable Hunger Games!" Emma announced happily, clapping both hands as if she was watching a good part in her favorite soap opera. Kurt rolled his eyes, silently cursing himself as the camera caught the motion. He didn't need to be viewed as the bitchy career tribute. His father was probably already embarrassed enough. Kurt also didn't miss the way she stressed 'boy' as if she needed to remind the audience.
"Now...on to our lady for this momentous occasion..." Emma said, hand flickering through the bowl opposite from the one on his own side. "Alright," She said, taking out a folded sheet of paper identical to his own."...Rachel Anderson." Emma announced.
Immediately, a terrified teen walked towards the center of the two crowds, split by gender. Kurt sized her up immediately. She couldn't be more than fifteen.
Kurt himself had been so close to avoiding the fateful reaping. He would be eighteen in a month, but it was too late now.
He was going to die.
As usual, the female tribute shakily made her way up to the platform. As she came face to face with Kurt, he couldn't help but notice her unusual facial structure. Every honorable and rich citizen in District Two had the same pristine image. But this girl, Rachel, didn't resemble the other girls at all.
Kurt could remember before the summer when he used to see Rachel playing with her friends. He hadn't many friends of his own.
She was always with the wealthier children of the district. Though, honestly, most the district was wealthy. She'd go on and on about her future career in singing. Kurt smiled pathetically at the memory, singing. Who in their right mind thought they could get anywhere in singing, here in the Districts? Only Capitol citizens became famous.
That was something Kurt hated about District Two. The people idolized the Capitol here. Seriously, a day hadn't gone by in which Kurt didn't hear someone talk about the benefits of the Capitol. But when it came down to who would be chosen to spend a few days at the beloved 'paradise' before the Games, all hands fell.
A distant cry pulled him out of his thinking. "Please! I volunteer as tribute! I volunteer, goddamnit! Let her go!" A deep voice cried, masked in the crowds of boys, who were all much more physically capable of winning the Games than Kurt was.
Next to him, Rachel gasped, trying to tell whoever it was to calm down.
Emma giggled, sending a shiver down Kurt's spine. How could someone laugh at another's misery?
"Silly boy, you can't volunteer for a girl. But if you would like to take male tribute Kurt Hummel's place-"
"No!" Kurt shouted suddenly into Emma's mic. "I-I mean, no thank you." Kurt said with a faint blush.
What had gotten into him? Normally, he would've immediately let the brute take his place.
But something was different about whoever this was...he seemed to down-to-earth and compassionate. He was obviously not fit for the arena. Emotionally, no, physically, maybe. Though Kurt was sure he was the last person anyone expected to come out of District Two, he had to do this.
He wasn't weak. Not anymore. He would show these mindless, wrathful people that he was not weak. And he was not going down without a fight.
Suddenly, something started making a strange noise within the whole stadium, everyone looked around, wondering where the strange beeping was coming from.
The last thing Kurt expected was a giant projection to shoot into the sky.
Kurt and Rachel both gasped along with Emma. There in front of them, was a projection of President Apennine. "Greetings, honored members of District Two." The voice boomed. Kurt felt his blood begin to boil when everyone in his range of sight bowed respectfully. This man set up this twisted game to kill innocent children. How could these people feel anything but hate towards the obese man? After contemplating, he decided to bow, no use in trying to spark anything with this sad bunch of brainwashed followers.
"It appears that this 'male' tribute doesn't wish to give up his spot as District Two's representative in the Nineteenth Annual Hunger Games. But it is evidently clear that he is in no way, characteristically or physically built to be a true man." Apennine said, looking him up and down judgmentally as the crowd laughed and shouted insults even louder now. Kurt felt himself begin to tear up as his cheeks grew hot. Not only was the man sadistic and wicked, but homophobic as well. "A real man would know when to step down. It is clear he won't last long in the arena, so for the first time in the Hunger Games' history, I am allowing for Mr...ah, Kurt Hummel to take Rachel Berry's spot as tribute. The male tribute may be chosen now." Apennine declared, looking quite satisfied with himself. The bastard. Rachel left the stage, looking shaken. She gave him a small smile of support before being escorted back to the crowd of girls.
Emma cleared her throat, looking delighted at the president's 'arrival'. Kurt tried to sustain tears, taking a deep breath. "Alright, well I guess we're doing this again...so, may we have the-"
"Wait!" A voice called from the group of voices. Kurt recognized it as the same voice he had heard earlier. "I...I volunteer, again!" The voice yelled.
Kurt could hear Rachel's gasp from where he stood. Though he was surprised to see the girl made no move to try and stop her brother.
But Kurt could already see guards escorting a small dark haired boy to the stage. As he shook Emma's hand, Kurt noticed his strong arms and muscular physique. Oh great, competition from his own damn district.
As he stood to Kurt's left, he offered a gentle hand to him. Kurt rose an eyebrow, eyeing the hand warily. "It's okay," the boy, Blaine, soothed. Kurt nodded, looking into hazel eyes. Kurt had to admit, he wasn't unattractive at the least.
Blaine took the mysterious boy's small, soft hand, shaking it gently, like it was a precious diamond. "It's not like I'll break or something." Kurt whispered.
And Blaine actually found himself smiling down at his shoes shyly as he pulled his hand away. Kurt looked over, noticing the boy's undoubtedly designer clothing.
And here he was, in a plain shirt and shorts, feeling highly underdressed. Though it wasn't like he had anything nicer to wear.
"Alright, District Two! Please welcome your tributes, Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson! Expect to see them soon in Panem's Nineteenth Annual Hunger Games!" Emma announced happily. The crowd gave a decent amount of applause, though Kurt could sense it was all directed towards Blaine.
Kurt blinked back tears as he saw his father far off, weeping silently as he leaned miserably against a wall.
Blaine put a hand to the small of his back, leading him off the stage with the guards as the crowd began to disperse. Kurt shivered under the touch, feeling oddly comfortable at the boy's touch.
Once they reached the inside of District Two's Justice Building, Kurt immediately slapped Blaine's hand off of him. "Why the hell did you volunteer, you idiot?" Kurt questioned angrily, thinking back to Rachel's heartbroken expression.
Blaine sighed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I...-you didn't let me volunteer for your position as tribute, and I did it to thank you for trying to protect me." Blaine explained, thinking of how stupid that sounded once it left his mouth.
Kurt raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously. "That's it?" Kurt asked. "You're risking your life for me?" He asked incredulously.
Blaine shrugged. "It's better I volunteer to be with you than some manipulative monster. I can protect you, Kurt."
"No, what you're 'going to do' is stay the hell away from me from now on." Kurt hissed quietly. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding why anyone wouldn't want offered protection.
"I think that's my decision, porcelain." A masculine voice called from behind them both. Kurt and Blaine both turned around to find a burly, middle aged man towering over them, cigar in hand.
Kurt huffed, out of all the numerous victors who had emerged from District Two during the Games, it had to be this one.
Jedediah was by no means your average victor. Kurt shuddered at the memory of watching the man on television literally bite a female tribute to death as a child.
Though it had been entirely for supporter donations, Kurt could always see the small spark of savagery in his eyes.
"Whether or not you deserve any help during your, bound to be short, time in the Arena is fully up to me. So I don't care what you want. Just try not to embarrass our District further than you already surely have." Jedediah growled.
Blaine took a step in front of Kurt, creating distance between the two. "You are mentor for both of us, Jed. I'd rather you even give Kurt more training than me." Blaine reasoned. Kurt rose an eyebrow at how well it seemed Blaine knew the mentor.
"Well you've been training for a while so I guess if you insist...geez kid, you'll be good at this shit when your time comes." Jedediah said, patting Blaine's shoulder as he glared at Kurt once more. "You need to stop being a prissy little bitch if you wish to get sponsors." He growled before walking out the door and in the direction of the Victor's Village across the decorated street.
Blaine attempted to take Kurt's hand again, not expecting the boy to pull away and slap him across the face. Hard.
Once he stopped seeing stars, Blaine chuckled. "Well it looks like we found your weapon." He teased, though his face really did sting a bit.
"How long have you two known each other?" Kurt questioned.
Blaine sighed, he didn't want to hide anything from his partner but he could tell Kurt already felt like the underdog.
"He...he was my coach when I-I was...practicing for the Games." Blaine admitted, feeling his heart sink at Kurt's betrayed expression.
"Wait a minute, you've been trained for this damn thing? Since when?" Kurt asked.
Blaine took a step back, not wanting to experience another Kurt Hummel-esque slap. "Since I was about n-nine or so..." Blaine admitted.
"Well no point in trying now. You'll probably just kill me off first." Kurt said, sending another ache to Blaine's heart.
"How many times do I have to say it, you are not going to die in there, Kurt-"
"Boys!" Emma called, entering the building right on cue. "You have five minutes to freshen up before your farewell meetings begin! Go, go!" Emma instructed, motioning towards the hall on the left of them.
Kurt rolled his eyes, how could someone find so much fun in this twisted process?
He stopped to see two rooms across from one another, one labeled Kurt, the other labeled Blaine. Well that was fast.
"Kurt-" Blaine started.
But he was cut off by the slamming of the door.
Making his way into his own room, Blaine sat down, forehead in his hands. He had tried to save the poor boy.
He was interrupted from his thinking by a loud, dramatic cry at the door. He sighed, standing up off the luxurious couch to embrace his little sister. As she sobbed into his shirt, Blaine quietly shushed her, kissing her hair gently.
"Rach, it's okay, I'll be just fine." Blaine soothed comfortably. And seriously, he thought he would be the one needing comforting but here was Rachel Anderson, always somehow grabbing the attention.
"B-but you could've been safe! W-why would you ever volunteer, you doofus!" Rachel cried, punching his chest rather hard.
"Rachel, seriously, calm down. You know I'll do fine in the Arena." Blaine reasoned. Rachel sighed, pulling her head off of his chest as she wiped at her make up running face.
"You don't think they know, do you?" She asked, frightened for her brother.
Blaine huffed. "Our own goddamned parents don't know, Rachel. I doubt the idiotic media will figure out first." Blaine said.
"A-are you going to tell him? Its quite clear he is as well." Rachel said.
"I...I don't know, Rach. I don't see how me being gay exactly matters." Blaine said.
"Y-you never know. It could be good p-publicity-"
Blaine laughed bitterly. "Good publicity? Since when has that been good publicity?" Blaine questioned.
Rachel sighed. "All I'm saying is you...you could give others hope. Just think about it." Rachel said.
A bell rang in the room, signaling their time was up. Rachel tried to contain it, but another wave of tears streamed down her face as she sobbed into her older brother's shoulder. "I love you, midget." Rachel teased between sniffles. "See you soon."
Blaine rolled his eyes as smiled, though he couldn't stop a stray tear from falling down his face. "L-love you too, big nose." He teased back, earning him a whack on the shoulder as she got up, kissing his cheek once before disappearing out of the room.
He sighed, thinking about the one intelligible thing Rachel had said.
You could give others hope.
Suddenly, his sobbing mother rushed right into the room, pulling him into her embrace. Blaine's father sighed as he entered the room after her.
Once she had finished the rounds of uncharacteristic sobbing, Blaine grimaced at the collective streaks of tears on his dress shirt.
"Alright, Blaine. You've trained for this moment. You can first eliminate the lightweight, across the hall, easily." Blaine's father enthused. Blaine scowled at his father's words. Did he seriously just say 'eliminate'? The man had no sense of bitterness or grief in a single feature of his hard face. He almost looked excited for Blaine's time in the arena. Typical district two man.
"Yeah...uh, yeah, we'll see, Dad." Blaine murmured. After rushing a quick awkward goodbye hug, his father left the room before the bell even rung. How caring of him, leaving privacy for Blaine and his mother. Blaine rolled his eyes, the man always carried the same dramatics as Rachel.
Once he had quieted his still delirious mother, Blaine took her hand. "It's okay, mom. I'll be back soon." He soothed. Though he didn't exactly plan on being the district's victor. Something about the fiery passion in Kurt's eyes, the way he was so determined...now that was the nature of a victor.
She nodded against him, kissing his cheek. As the final bell rang, she hugged him tightly once more. "You know I would've been fine with whoever you turned out to become. I love you, unconditionally. Don't forget that sweetie." She whispered softly into his ear.
Blaine felt himself tear up at the confession. This whole time, he had been so convinced his parents would hate him for being who he was.
"Mom, I have to tell you something-"
"The bell rang a whole minute ago, lady! Out!" A peacekeeper at the door yelled, rushing into the room and pushing his mother back out of the room.
"No, w-wait, give me o-one minute! M-mom!" Blaine cried, trying to pull the large man off his mom. But as Blaine was shoved back into the room, he collapsed onto the couch. Tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. He had never felt so alone in his life.
Kurt walked into the room, sitting on the couch and rubbing his eyes tiredly. So today had been a shitty day. But at least he would be properly fed for the next few days.
Oh shit, his father. Who would prepare healthy meals for the man on a daily basis? Who would make sure the man didn't overwork himself at the factory?
As the old man walked into the room, Kurt ran up to him, accepting the outstretched arms as he hugged his father tightly.
"Kurt, s-son, I'm so sorry, we didn't need the extra tesserae. Gosh, this is all my fault, kid-"
"Dad, stop. It was by chance. Don't stress yourself out." Kurt soothed, rubbing his father's back.
Burt nodded. After a few moments of silence, Burt said something that caught him completely off guard. "You're gonna win this whole thing, bud."
Kurt laughed bitterly. "Y-yeah, sure. My own partner has at least ten times the muscle mass as me-"
"Kurt, you're a clever kid. You don't need none of that stuff. Use this," Burt said, tapping the Kurt's temple.
When the bell rang, Burt pulled Kurt in for another embrace. "No matter what those capitol folk do to you, Kurt, you'll always be my little boy. N-never forget that, kid." Burt whispered, hugging Kurt once more before leaving the room.
Kurt groaned as his father left, wishing the old man could've stayed longer. It's not like he'd have any other visitors.
What he didn't expect was a middle-aged looking woman to walk into the room. She wore an obviously expensive dress, probably from the Capitol, as she moved some of her dark brown curls behind her ear. Kurt noticed the faded tear tracks across her cheeks.
"Hi, sweetie. I'm Shelby Anderson." She said, reaching out a hand. Kurt just stared at the perfectly manicured nails in disgust. Why was his competition's mother here to see him?
"Why are you here?" Kurt asked acidly.
Shelby looked around uncomfortably, eventually deciding to take a seat next to Kurt on the plush couch.
"Look...I'm going to be honest with you, I'm doing this for Blaine's sake. He really, genuinely wants to protect you, honey. All I'm asking is you do the same for him." She said. Kurt noticed the way her attitude changed rapidly, like Rachel's.
Kurt laughed, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow bitchily. "How exactly am I supposed to protect him? And what protection does he even need? The boy looks like he could take out a pack of hungry wolves." Kurt stated boldly, thinking back to Blaine's massive biceps. He shook his head, enough about Blaine's arms.
Shelby smiled. "He may be strong, but the boy's a bit impulsive. Keep him on the right track. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, in the Capitol or Arena." she said.
"And what's in it for me?" Kurt asked.
Shelby thought for a moment. What could she do for the boy? "I...well, what do you need?" Shelby asked.
Kurt rolled his eyes. This woman thought she could snap her fingers and make anything happen. Then an idea sparked in his brain.
"Make sure my father is properly fed. Make sure he doesn't quit work, or the peacekeepers will track him down. I also want his home to be properly furnished. Make sure he stays healthy and is seeing a healer monthly." Kurt listed.
Shelby raised her eyebrows. "That's a tall order, Kurt." She said, crossing her arms. "I may need some more convincing..."
"I'll make sure Blaine wins." Kurt stated, shocked at his own words.
Shelby nodded. "Even if it comes down to the two of you?" She asked smugly.
Kurt sighed, nodding. His father. For Burt.
"You have yourself a deal." Shelby said, shaking his hand sturdily.
When the bell rang, Shelby rose, making to exit the room. She stopped at the exit, hand on the doorknob. "By the way, if it helps at all, I'm pretty sure Blaine is head over heels for you." She lied, not waiting for Kurt's confused reply as she shut the door behind her.
A relationship always meant sponsors. Shelby's son would make it out of the Arena with sponsors. She walked out of the Justice Building feeling much better than when she entered.
As Kurt was led by Emma onto the metallic train that would lead them westward to the Capitol, he noticed Blaine was nowhere in sight.
He drowned Emma out as she explained something about the luxuries he would get to experience in the Capitol, deciding instead looking around the interior of the train.
As expected, it was spotless. Just like visiting rooms had been. Everything seemed extremely predicted. As if suited perfectly for Kurt and Blaine's needs.
Emma led him down a long, narrow hall, her heels clicking obnoxiously against the floor as she straightened her necklace. She stopped outside a large brown door.
"Alright this will be your room for the train ride. Since we have a long trip to the Capitol, you can sleep the night in here. Dinner is in two hours. We'll discuss strategies with Jedediah. And please...take your time looking through the closet." Emma said, looking him up and down uncomfortably.
Kurt rolled his eyes, entering the room and taking satisfaction in the yelp Emma emitted when he slammed the door in her face. The stuck up bitch.
As a light automatically turned on, some sort of sensory detector Kurt guessed, he gasped at the luxurious sight that met his eyes.
He knew Capitol's products and appliances were supposedly amazing, as many victors had said, but he didn't expect this.
There was a chandelier right above his head, colored diamonds spiraled fluorescent lights, creating a beautiful array of colorful reflections.
Next he saw the large bed, perfectly kept as if no one had ever used it. The large headboard had his district's symbol on it, the rock and shovels looking down at him in some sick form of mockery. Just another reminder of how much his hometown's people hated him.
As he looked around, he noticed there was a small platform at the opposite end of the room leading up to a room identical to his. Oh hell no, he wasn't sharing a room with-
"Kurt?" A voice asked from the end of the room. Kurt looked in the direction of the voice to find a shirtless, sweaty Blaine on the floor, in push-up formation.
"Already beginning your training to kill me, I see." Kurt said, crossing his arms.
Blaine stood up, sighing as he made his way over to Kurt. "I was actually just getting some training done to protect us from-"
"There is no us, Blaine." Kurt quipped. Though a small part of his brain kept repeating his promise to Shelby.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Now you're just being stupid, Kurt. You wanna make it out alive? You need to-"
"I don't need to be told what to do by you, of all people." Kurt interrupted, trying not stare at the sweat dropping off Blaine's gelled head, down his tanned neck, skidding against his nipples and dripping down onto his defined six-pack. "You know what, just go back to whatever it is you were doing. I'm so done with this conversation." Kurt said, turning on his heel and heading back to his half of the room.
Blaine stared at the back of his head pleadingly, silently urging him to come back. This was all so unfair on Kurt's part.
Kurt looked around the bathroom as he stripped himself of his clothing. There was a large shower and an equally huge tub.
As he stared at himself in the mirror, he grimaced at his complexion. His skin was flawless, as usual, but he had little to no meat on his body.
That was what happened when you spent all your energy making sure someone else was healthy.
After studying his body in the mirror for a while, Kurt decided if he even wanted to last more than a few days in the arena, to protect Blaine, he'd need to start putting on some weight. The small ones were usually killed off right away by the careers. He shuddered. He was a career.
As he toyed with the functions of the bath tub, Kurt decided on the normal water setting, cleaning the dirt off of his pale skin with some expensive soaps. Deciding to indulge himself with a little luxury, Kurt drained the tub of water, deciding to turn on the oil setting as the warm fluid covered his bones and limbs, making him feel as light as feather.
Once he had decided he was pampered enough, he drained the tub, he selected a plain, white towel in an array of colorful and soft towels from an automatic drawer that sprang out of the wall.
Taking the opportunity to wash his face and brush his teeth, Kurt looked at his hair next. He'd better leave it the way it was now. No doubt the stylists in the Capitol would completely change the mussy mess of chestnut.
He tried on a moisturizer, breathing in the vanilla scent. He could get used to this.
Kurt looked at the digital clock on his bedside table, ten minutes until dinner. Rising from his spot on the bed he had been trying to nap on, he tightened the towel around his hips, looking through the huge closet.
There were tons of shirts, cardigans, pants, jeans, and dress clothing to select from. He could sense that the clothing in the closet was all new.
No doubt, someone had rushed in here, replacing the women's clothing with suitable clothing for a male tribute.
Rushing, Kurt pulled tight black pants that hugged his thighs well over his plaid boxers. Next, he took the first dark colored shirt he saw and quickly buttoned it. Deciding to make use of his temporary freedom of decision, Kurt placed a rather flamboyant cardigan on.
Looking himself over in the mirror, Kurt grimaced at his image. He looked like a typical career. So much for staying true to himself.
Blaine entered the dinner compartment early, needing to clear his mind. If Kurt had walked into their room with nothing but a towel on, Blaine wasn't sure how he could've left the room without Kurt noticing his problem.
Taking a seat at the rectangular dinner table, Blaine flinched when someone patted his back rather hard. No doubt, it was Jedediah.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "A simple greeting would've been just fine, Jed." Blaine said.
Jedediah rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to Blaine. "'A simple greeting' will not be helpful advice when you're being hunted by eighteen other tributes in a closed space." Jed said. "So about the homo, how are you gonna take him out? Knife? Sword? Trick him into thinking your on his side?" Jed asked excitedly.
Blaine tensed, gripping the table a little harder. "I'm not going to kill him, Jed." Blaine said.
Jed rolled his eyes. "That's your problem, Blaine. You're ripped, easily the best competitor in this thing. But you're too nice. You gotta kill a few." Jed lectured, as if he wasn't talking about brutally murdering unsuspecting teens.
Fortunately for Blaine, Emma walked into the dining room at that moment, a fuming Kurt behind her. And damn, if Blaine had thought Kurt had looked good before, seeing him in such nice clothing did wonders to the naturally beautiful boy.
"We would've been here on time if Kurt didn't feel the need to never answer his door..." Emma explained, clearly stressed out.
Kurt smirked. "You should've knocked politely. Or are you Capitol people not aware of the concept of manners?" Kurt mocked, taking a seat across Blaine.
Emma gasped, putting a hand to her chest. "I will let you know we are very pristine people." Emma said, flipping her ginger hair over her shoulder obnoxiously as she took a seat next to Kurt.
She smiled politely at Blaine and Jedediah. "So how has the room been, Blaine? Well I'm sure you're used to the luxuries being the son of the Masonry Factory's CEO and all-"
"What?" Kurt asked, looking to Blaine for confirmation. Blaine nodded, blushing down at the table in embarrassment as he toyed with his fork. Kurt probably thought he was even more spoiled now. "My dad works in that factory." Kurt said. Maybe Shelby could be more help than he thought.
Jed groaned, looking around for a waiter. "No one gives a fuck where your dad lives. He must be a shitty one if he lets you dress like some fucking girl." Jed hissed.
Blaine slammed his fork onto the table. "Will you just stop being so mean to him? His life could depend on you and all you're doing is being a complete douche!" Blaine yelled suddenly. Everyone froze, Kurt sending him a small thanks with his eyes. "You know what, just bring our food up to our room, since Jed obviously is not going to be fair. Come on, Kurt." Blaine said firmly, rising from his chair.
Kurt nodded, too stunned to say anything as Blaine led them back to the room.
Once they made it back inside, Blaine collapsed against the wall, rubbing his forehead frustratedly.
"Are you okay...Blaine?" Kurt asked softly.
Blaine sighed, nodding. "I kinda do that a lot...just bottle it all up and randomly explode." Blaine admitted, looking at the floor like a kicked puppy.
"Well if it helps, it took a lot of courage to do what you just did...thanks." Kurt said, patting Blaine's shoulder awkwardly.
After moving over to Kurt's bed, the pair just gazed at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. "So, um, I guess food would be nice." Kurt eventually said.
"Oh! Oh yeah, totally." Blaine agreed, taking his eyes off the other boy's lips, and going towards a screen on the right side of Kurt's bed and clicking tons of buttons.
"So I'm guessing you had a lot of this tech stuff back home?" Kurt asked.
Blaine nodded. "Didn't you? All of my friends had this stuff." Blaine said, realizing just how stuck up that sounded a moment too late.
"Well I didn't have many friends if you hadn't noticed by the reaction of the reaping. And I couldn't afford those things because my dad was too busy getting paid close to nothing by your father. " Kurt said. Okay, maybe that was a bit too harsh.
Blaine sighed, looking at the floor again. "I...I know, and I'm sorry about your father. I don't exactly like mine." Blaine said.
Kurt nodded, Blaine looked genuine. "Let's just...let's just forget about all the district stuff for now. Food sounds nice." Kurt said with a chuckle.
Blaine snorted, causing a giggle to escape Kurt's throat. "You giggled." Blaine pointed out.
"You snorted." Kurt retorted.
"Touche. Your wit is actually quite refreshing, Kurt." Blaine admitted.
Kurt blushed, trying his best to hide the unnatural shading of his face at the moment.
"So what do you want to get? They have everything." Blaine said, motioning to the screen filled with tons of dishes.
Kurt smirked, getting up and walking over to Blaine's side. "Lets just get one of everything, then." Kurt said.
Blaine smirked along with him, trying not to stare at Kurt's ass in the tight black pants. Oops, he failed miserably. "I like the way you think." Blaine said sneakily, checking the 'all' button on the dish selection page.
Soon, the room was filled with every kind of dish Kurt could imagine. From caviar to steak, the two boys selected whatever smelled the best, putting the rest in the hall obnoxiously.
"I feel like I haven't eaten in days!" Blaine said, shoving food into his mouth at what Kurt thought to be an irregular pace.
Kurt smiled, nodding his head as he tried his best not to lose his manners. Apparently Blaine didn't have the same concerns. "Actually did that occasionally. Saved food for my dad." Kurt said with a shrug.
Blaine gasped, he'd never had to go a day without dessert. Days without food sounded unthinkable. "Eat! Eat!" Blaine said, motioning for Kurt to eat off his fork as he pulled some pasta out of a bowl. "Open up, sweetie." Blaine teased, causing Kurt to laugh again, though the blush was evident on his face. Sweetie.
After they had both eaten to their heart's content, Blaine eating about fifteen more dishes than Kurt, the two decided to order dessert. Kurt was astonished that Blaine even had room for dessert.
Once the large bowl of chocolate, for Blaine, and vanilla, for Kurt, ice cream appeared on one of the table's near Blaine's bed, the pair moved over there, deciding to try the television in the room.
The only channel that appeared on the TV was showing the reaping today.
Blaine and Kurt watched the screen silently as Kurt's name was called to the platform, mood completely different from the carefree environment they were in while eating.
Placing the forgotten bowl on Blaine's bedside table, Kurt felt Blaine scoot closer as the camera closed up on Burt weeping against a wall of one of Blaine's father's factories near the plaza. Tearing up, Kurt finally realized he'd never see the man again. That had actually been their final farewell.
"This is all so wrong." Kurt gritted through his teeth, angry tears threatening to spill.
Blaine nodded, wrapping an arm around Kurt's shoulders. "I know...but all we can do is fight for them. Fight for him." Blaine encouraged.
Kurt turned to him, tears running freely down his clear pale cheeks. "You don't understand, Blaine. Everyone in the Arena has a family. Someone who will mourn their loss. What gives us the right to harm those people and their families?" Kurt asked. Blaine observed Kurt closely, wiping the tears off his cheeks gently. Blaine had never met anyone as compassionate as him.
Blaine opened his mouth, shutting it after not knowing what to say. "Lets just...get some sleep for now." Blaine said, sighing as Kurt got out of his bed. He really wanted him to stay. Not for those reasons, but he could tell Kurt was hurting. As was he.
Kurt stalked back to his side of the room slowly, taking his time to change into a pair of silk pajamas as he tried not to think about all the pain he would cause someone's family.
Kurt thought of one thing as he looked over at Blaine's side of the room, the small boy's body gently moving up and down. If anyone deserved to make it out of the Arena, it was Blaine.
A/N: Ok, how did you guys like it? :/ It just kind of escaped my brain.
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