Hey guys! This is a little fic about Blaine being reaped, so not him being in the Games. The reason that I didn't mark it as a crossover is that there aren't any Hunger Games characters in it.
Enjoy, I guess ;)


"Ladies first!"

Blaine stood stammed inbetween Wes and Sam as Ucuthula Coffle walked to the glass bowl on the left side of the stage. He looked over to the part of the

town square where the girls stood. The only ones he could see were Tina and Rachel, who were looking at it anxiously. Blaine closed his eyes. He knew that

his friends didn't have much chance to get Reaped. The New Directions and the Warblers (which he still had contact with) all came from quite wealthy families,

and still, nobody was safe. He wasn't. Nick wasn't. Quinn wasn't. Finn hadn't been, when he had gone into the Arena last year and died as 20th tribute. Blaine

held his breath, as everyone did, when Coughy (the nickname they had given her. Like, what mean nickname do you give to a person called Ucuthula Coffle?)

read the name on the strip.

"This year's District 8 female tribute is… Jasmine Amond!"

Blaine exhaled. It made him happy that it wasn't someone he knew, yet, it was still horrible to see the fifteen-ish girl walk to the big stage.

"How wonderful, welcome, Jasmine. Shall I continue with the lucky guy?" Coughy asked, and without waiting for an answer, she walked over to the glass bowl

and took one strip out of it. Nobody is safe. Nobody is safe. Nobody is safe, the mantra in Blaine's head went on. That girl isn't, that guy isn't, Jeff isn't, Kurt

isn't, Marley and Santana aren't, and neither are-

"This year's District 8 male tribute is… Blaine Anderson!"

…And neither is Blaine Anderson.

Blaine swallowed as he looked to his right, at Wes' shocked face. He didn't even want to look left, or forward, or to the back, because he knew that he would

see the exact same face everywhere he looked. He walked away from his friend's sides, onto the path between the rows of teenagers.

Fourty steps to the stage. Now thirty. Twenty. Ten…

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut one last time, before he put of his emotion-less mask, and he climbed up the stairs of the huge stage. The huge stage of which

he had hoped he'd never step on.

"Welcome, welcome, Blaine, We are going to have so much fun while working together! The next few days are going to be lovely!" Coughy exaggerated. "Okay

everyone! Let's have a big applause for Jasmine and Blaine!" she said happily. And the audience, forced to clap, applauded.

Blaine saw a lot from the stage. He saw his dad and mom, who obviously didn't care at all. He saw Cooper, with the same mask on as he had. He saw his

friends, some of them crying, some of them staring straight forward, maybe reliving this exact moment one year ago. He saw himself, coming back here in a

coffin.

Crap.


I know there are some grammar mistakes in it, that's why I'm looking for a beta (if you're interested, PM me. Although you have to know that I don't write very often).
Let me know what you think! Should I make a chapter of him saying goodbye to everyone? Thanks for reading!