I have had this story idea in my head for weeks; I have finally been able to start writing it! This is mainly a Klaine story, but I will try to have as many other pairings as possible. This is in Blaine's POV, but chances are it will have some Cooper later on, and he will not be based on Big Brother that much, actually he probably won't be like how he is in Big Brother at all. Chances are that Kurt will have a couple chapters to himself too. Enough with my rambling, on to chapter 1!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Hunger Games.

I wake up in fear. Today is the day, the reaping. I am so scared that I will be picked as tribute; I was shaking. I just hoped that I will be spared for one more year.

I live in District 11, or the agriculture district. My family is poor, but we aren't as bad as some of the other groups. Many families starve to death here. Many Peacekeepers are very strict and punishments are harsh. We survive off the little bit of money my parents and Cooper make from working in the fields, and the tesserae I have taken so we could get more money. I was 16 years old, so my name is in the bowl 25 times. The odds are not in my favor of not getting picked today.

I grabbed my guitar which was sitting in the corner in my room. I had found that guitar in the fields one day, almost broken beyond repair. Thankfully Cooper is very good at building things, so I had gone to him after I had found it, and begged him to fix it as soon as he could. We had both worked for days to try to fix it with what we had, since we couldn't spend any money on it. This guitar is very special to me, and I need the music to calm me down on a day as nerve-wracking as today. I begin to strum a couple chords, not really noticing or caring what I was playing until I recognized what I was playing. I start to sing along to the music.

I turn the music up

I got my records on

I shut the world outside

Until the lights come on

Maybe the streets alight

Maybe the trees are gone

I feel my heart start beating

To my favorite song

And all the kids they dance

All the kids all night

Until Monday morning feels

Another life

I turn the music up

I'm on a roll this time

And heaven is in sight.

I stop abruptly, and look up. Standing in my doorway is my brother Cooper, who is looking unsurprised yet impressed at me. I look down slightly.

"Hey, Blainers, it's time to get ready for the reaping" he said gently. I wince. I just want to be frozen in the music forever instead of having to face my fears of being reaped. Now the fateful moment was looming even closer than before, and I could do nothing to stop it.

"Blaine, don't worry, there really isn't much of a chance that you will be reaped, the odds are against it" Cooper murmurs to me quietly, with a knowing look on his face. Well, I guess he would understand, given that he went through this too, I had been 12 when it was his last year for the reaping, he had been terrified. His name had been in the bowl 35 times, and the chances of him being picked had been huge. I had comforted him before the reaping too, even though I didn't completely understand what had been happening. "I know that your name is in the bowl a lot of times, but there are a lot of boys in District 11, you still have a chance. Just have courage that you will make it, and if you are called, continue having courage. You are strong, much stronger than I am, or ever will be. You can make it.

"Thanks" I whisper back to Cooper. I was still scared, but I can hope that I would make it. There was still a chance that I will be spared.

I slip into my blue blazer and black slacks and tied my tie around my neck. My mother helped me tame my impossible hair down with water and then we leave to start the long walk. It is time for the reaping. I hope so badly that I won't get picked.

We begin our walk to the square. I'm trying with all my might not to shake in fear; I want to look strong in case if I was picked. Cooper's hand is on my shoulder, helping me keep strong during the long walk to the square. The one bad thing about District 11 for the reapings is the how far away our home is from the square. It gives me more time to dwell on what could happen. Cooper had his face clear of all emotion thankfully. I knew

he was doing this for my sake, and I was so happy to have such an amazing brother. My father's face was also emotionless, but I didn't believe that he really cared that much. He had never really raised me that much when I had been younger, Cooper had. Father had been especially disapproving when I had told him that I was gay. It is like he didn't really care about any of us, especially me. I couldn't see my mother's face, but I didn't want to. She always becomes very emotional during reapings, and the last thing I want to see is someone breaking down when I'm about to completely freak out.

We finally arrive at the square. I move to separate myself from my family when Cooper grabs my arm and drags me over to a less crowded part.

"Remember, courage Blaine" Cooper says. I nod and lift my head up. He leads me back to the square, and I go to the table to check in. The Peacekeeper imprints my thumbprint where my name is and directs me to the 16 year old boy section is. I walk over there and squeeze inside. Next to me is my friend Wes, from school.

"Hey Blaine, may the odds be ever in your favor" Wes says dramatically. I laugh and punch him gently on the arm. He pulls out an old gavel that he keeps on him at all times and pretends to hit me with it.

"Wes, if you become tribute, I bet you will win with your gavel, nothing else" I say.

"Hey!" Wes exclaims. I grin and pretend to duck. David comes right next to me and groans.

"I hate to break it up, but they're starting" David says.

"Good luck" I say. "Nobody volunteer if any of us get picked"

"Deal" the other two say.

We all turn to the raised stage in the square. On the square is a podium and two glass bowls. One is tinted blue, and one pink. I look at the blue bowl in fear; there are 25 slips with my name in that horrendous bowl.

The mayor, an old man that was as strict as his Peacekeepers begins the usual lecture on the history of Panem. I tune out like usual, it's so boring! It doesn't help that the mayor is saying this in such a monotonous voice. Wes taps David and me on the shoulders and mimics the mayor. David and I both bend over in laughter, Wes is mimicking him perfectly. David soon taps both of us again and points his head to the mayor. We start to listen and we realize that his boring speech is finally coming to a close. We mold our faces back into an emotional mask and pay close attention. This was the moment.

Our escort Emma Pillsbury comes out looking excited. She looks sane compared to most Capitol people, but her clothes are very fancy and her hair is so brightly orange that I'm sure it has a bit of dye in it.

"Welcome to the 48th Hunger Games reaping! May the odds be ever in your favor" she squeals in the typical Capitol accent. All three of us struggle to keep straight faces. There is a reason why everyone loves to mimic the Capitol accent when we can, it sounds so stupid!

"Ladies first, like usual" She says as she walks to the pink bowl. She reaches inside and fishes around for a second. The tenseness throughout the crowd is so thick. It seems like a dense fog of worry has fallen onto District 11. She feels around for a couple seconds until she grabs a name.

"Mercedes Jones!"

No! My stomach ties into an even tighter knot than before. I know Mercedes; she is the nicest diva I have ever met. We have been best friends for years, she has helped my through the bullying that went through the halls. The odds are not in my favor right now.

Mercedes walks up with a tremble everyone can see she is trying with all of her might to control. Her face is scared, but she is trying to be strong.

"Now it's the boys turn!" Emma exclaims happily. She moves over to the blue bowl. I feel terrified. I hope the boy who's picked is someone I don't know, or someone that I won't feel too sad if they are tribute.

Emma begins to search the bowl with her hand for a couple seconds, mixing the names up. I hold my breath in terror. She picks up the paper and begins to unfold it.

"Blaine Anderson!"

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