Disclaimer: I do not own anything Glee or Hunger Games related. If I did, Quinn would have been at the Brittana/Klaine wedding, and Blaine would have hooked-up with Sebastian instead of Dave.

Rated M because I'm paranoid.
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Every year, 1 boy and girl between the ages of 12 and 18 are reaped from each of the twelve districts that make up our nation of Panem. The twenty-four Tributes, as they're called, are pushed into The Hunger Games, an ever-changing arena fraught with the dangers of starvation, dehydration, exposure and murder.

I'm a Victor. Two years ago, I was reaped from my home, District 1. When my name came out of that fishbowl I felt like I had been sentenced to death.

May the odds be ever in your favour is the catchphrase of the Games but the truth is that they never are. One in twenty-four chance that you'll come out of that arena alive, didn't feel like they were exactly in my favour at the time.

The odds hadn't been in Spencer or Bree's favour either. They were the tributes from my district this year. Once you were crowned a Victor, you were obliged to mentor the next set of Tributes, get one of them back alive. Last year, my first as a mentor, ended better than this year. The boy made it into the finals and the girl, Kitty Wilde was crowned victor.

The mentors can keep an eye on their Tributes at one of twelve stations at The Hub. Each station is equipped with a control panel that has three screens. The screen in the middle shows lists and numbers while the two on either side shows a female face and a male face. All faces are young. It's a shame that such potential is being wasted, being forced to slaughter just to make it home to family's.

Welcome to the 95th Annual Hunger Games.

This year Spencer and Bree were teamed up with district 2 and the girl from 4.

All the tributes were positioned somewhere in the desert. 6 tributes in each corner, 4 backpacks on the ground. Bree was killed within the day from dehydration. She managed to kill the girl from 10 before she was met with her untimely death by a knife in the temple, thrown by a vicious tribute from District 8. Bree lived the privileged life but her parents never trained her for the games... Nobody expected the girl who did worse than the district 7 tributes to last long.

Spencer fared much better, he'd managed to grab a backpack containing enough resources to see him through a couple of days. Luckily, he managed to run into the other carriers before he ran out of resources.

Our monitors on the control panels only show our own Tributes, a big screen that takes up the whole wall above the stations shows the live feed that the rest of the Panem sees. The Big Eye had been showing Spencer along with district 2 members- Jake and Emily discussing when to kill off the girl from 4 and the boy from 5. Soon night fell and the carriers went to sleep while the girl from 4 kept watch.

"Well, that's me done for the day" Quinn sighed as Kitty Wilde walked into the room. The mentors took turns watching their tributes. Luckily there was a fairly large amount of them from district 1, so they weren't stuck staring at the screen for more than 24 hours like some of the other mentors.

"Have a good sleep Quinn." Kitty smiled "And don't worry about Spencer. In your absence I always think W.W.Q.F.D." [A/N: For those of you who don't know; W.W.Q.F.D stands for What Would Quinn Fabray Do.]

"Alright Kitty." Quinn smiled politely, too tired to argue "See you tomorrow."

"That bitch is pure evil." A pair of brown eyes narrow at Kitty's retreating back.

"She's sweet." Quinn argues.

"Well she worships you so there must be something wrong with her." She snorts.

"Yeah, yeah, you're hilarious." Quinn rolls her eyes "Bitch."

"Slut." She shoots back.

That was the way they were, it was an odd relationship. The names they called each other were just 'terms of endearment'.

The girl's eyes softened "How are you holding up with Bree."

Quinn shrugged "I'm okay." She lowers her voice "I will cry for them, but not until i'm alone. Two years ago, the nation watched me eat, sleep and kill, they will never see me cry."

The only person who has ever seen Quinn Fabray cry is in front of her, trying to keep her own tributes alive.

"How are you doing?" Quinn walks around to take a look at the screens.

"Same old, same old. But I am getting a little concerned about how close the district 4 boy is getting to Jake and Emily."

The boy from 4 didn't trust the carriers so he refused the alliance even though his district partner accepted it.

"He's rampaging then?" Quinn's attention flicks between the small screens and the big screen.

"Could be, you've done it, you know the signs," She focuses her attention back on her monitors.

"I'm going to hit the hay. It's been 2 days since I got any rest because Berry was too busy with her moisturizing routine to come down." Quinn yawns

"Sure, I'll see you later?"

"Yup, you know where I am, Floor 1 same as every year." Quinn winks on her way to the door. Unfortunately, she trips over the chair leg and almost face plants onto the carpet. Fortunately, her brown eyed counterpart catches her.

"Woah, Fabray. It's been a while since I've had women throw themselves at me." She smirks.

"Shut up Lopez. You're not my type." Quinn grumbles

"You wound me Q." She puts a hand to her chest "But you'll always be my number two girl."

"Number two?" Quinn raises an eyebrow. "Wow San. You sure know how to make a lady feel special."

"Of course, malady. But we can't have my girlfriend getting jealous and maiming you, can we?" Santana grins.

"I don't think Brittany has a malicious bone in her body." Quinn continues to shuffle reluctantly towards the lift that leads to the suite. "We still on for lunch tomorrow?"

Santana nodded "Of course. I'll drag Puck down here to take over watching Jake and Emily. Jake is his half-brother after all."

"Bye San."

"Sweet dreams Q."