So, this is my first fic. It's a Glee and Hunger Games mash-up. Good reading and comment please!
Kurt's POV
Kurt woke up with the rays of the sun on his face. He completely forgot to close the curtains last night. He was so tired, but had to get up and do his usual routine: wake up, get dressed, go to school, come home, see the fashion show on TV...
Wait. Today is not a typical day. Today is The Reaping. 24 people will be selected to face the Hunger Games. Kurt forgot that too. Never liked the Hunger Games, despite being from the District 1. He felt an injustice to people watch 24 teenagers killing each other, with no chance to choose between participating or not.
He couldn't have that thought. Mainly because they live in District 1, one of the districts where it has more winners of all Panem. But Kurt doesn't act like other people of District 1. He never trained for his entire life to the Games. He doesn't want to go to the Games. It would be an invitation for others to watch his death.
Kurt left his bed. The Reaping always was anxious. He had seen everything in The Reaping: a minor child is selected. A relative to do everything to prevent the child go to the arena. The tribute to be happy to have been drawn. He washed his face, changed her pajamas with a white shirt, jeans and black shoes. He looked in the mirror and gasped. It'll be okay, thought.
He left his room, went downstairs and went to the kitchen, where his father was preparing the breakfast. Smelled of bacon and eggs. His father, Burt Hummel, always cooked bacon and eggs on The Reaping to cheer Kurt. But Burt didn't know even cooking. Since Kurt's mother died of cancer, Kurt was the one who cooked.
"You shouldn't eat it." Kurt spoke to his father as he sat down to eat. Burt put the plate of bacon and eggs and a glass of orange juice in front of Kurt. "It's going to hurt you."
"What's wrong with bacon?" Burt sat down and took a sip of his coffee. "Anyway, you need to eat more. Today is The Reaping."
"You mean that you don't care if I am chosen for the Games?" Kurt asked.
"Kurt, if I don't worry, I have inscribed you on the tesserae since you were 12 years."
"Yeah, maybe you're right. I'm just a little nervous."
"Don't be. That's what they want; make you more nervous for you to volunteer in place of another person."
"Glad I'm not doing that." Kurt drank the rest of your juice.
"So. Who do you think will win this year?"
"Hmm .. Maybe someone from District 12."
"12? Only one person so far won the District 12!"
"Hope is the last to die." Kurt said.
The rest of breakfast was an absolute silence. Burt knew that Kurt didn't like the days of harvest, then stood as still as possible. It was half past ten when the two had eaten.
"Well... Ready?" Burt asked standing up.
"I'm always ready." Kurt joked.
The two left the house and went towards the main square of District 1. They passed the Hummel's workshop, which the grandfather of Kurt did and worked until the last day of his life. Gradually other people came into the square. It was the baker, seamstress, until the principal of the school that Kurt was studying was taking his sons and daughters. Kurt knew some of the children. He looked at them and responded with sad eyes looked as if they speak or you will be my first victim.
The square was already full when they arrived. The stage set in center; girls on one side and the boys on other, all lined up in age. Three chairs were arranged on the stage: one for the mentor, Will Shuester, the ultimate tribute from District 1 who won the Hunger Games and one for Mandy Muller, the escort of District 1 who had come from the Capital. There had kids all the way: the strong, big, blond hair. Thin, small, weak, black hair, wore glasses. Fat, black hair and freckles. And Kurt was, until that point, the only gay boy assumed in the District.
The Panem's hymn started playing. It was very annoying to hear, especially when it lasted more than five minutes. As a child, Kurt liked to doze to the sound of the hymn. Now, he wishes he could go back to his bed and sleep until noon. But didn't know whether he would return home today. The hymn ended. Now the mayor of the District made his usual speech about the dark days of Panem, the extinction of District 13 and as a means of payment, each district must "send" a boy and a girl to face in the Hunger Games.
The speech ended. Mandy Muller stood up from her chair and walked to the center of the stage with a microphone. Kurt always call her "Lady Struller", a mixture of "strange" to "Muller", because Mandy exaggerated look. He could not blame her; knew that people were dressed in the capital of the craziest ways imaginable. Mandy painted her hair for dark blue, wore a pink shirt with long purple skirt and yellow shoes.
"I prefer the orange hair." Burt whispered to Kurt. Kurt knew it was just to relax you and smiled at his father.
"Welcome everyone! And happy Hunger Games!" Mandy Muller spoke into the microphone. "Let us now draw lots of our tributes! Good luck!"
Lucky to not be chosen, Kurt thought.
"Ladies first." Mandy walked the ball up with the names of the girls. When she arrives, puts her hand on the ball and quickly removes a strip of paper. The tension takes over in the air. Nobody says anything to Mandy read the paper.
"Quinn Fabray."
Quinn Fabray. Kurt knew: it was the most popular girl in his school. She was envied by the girls and coveted by the boys. All observed her walking to the stage. Short blond hair, green eyes, wearing a white dress. Despite its fragile appearance of girl, Kurt always thought that Quinn was a dangerous person. He remembered an edition of the Hunger Games where there was a girl of District 5 that all of Panem were sorry for her at first, but soon discovered it was a fake and killed half of the 24 players.
Quinn came on stage and was on the left side of Mandy Muller. She looked at the audience with a cold stare.
"Very good! Now let's see who will be accompanying this young gentleman." Mandy spoke and headed the ball boys. He put his hand inside and pulled out another piece of paper. Smoothed out the paper and said nothing to cause more suspense. Then he heard the name:
"Kurt Hummel."
Kurt's world turned upside down. He could feel the eyes of the people in it. Because it wasn't something that happens in the Hunger Games. No, it's impossible, Kurt thought. It couldn't be happening. It had to be an error. It couldn't be him. Of all people, why have to be Kurt? It would be a bad joke with him? No, no one could put all the papers with the name of Kurt Muller to Mandy draws it.
"Come on, lady. You don't want to be late to see your dress for the interview?" A boy asked for Kurt making fun of him. Other guys laughed.
"Go Kurt." His father whispered in his ear. "Before beginning confusion here."
Kurt looked around and headed toward the stage, trying to go with his head up. But all he wanted was to run away, go home and cry. Why? Why the world had to be so unfair to him? Was it fate? Or he is just unlucky?
"I didn't know who changed the rules for two girls as tribute." another boy said and several boys laughed again. Only adults and girls looked with pity for Kurt.
Kurt took the stage and headed toward the Lady Struller. He never imagined being so close to the woman who always scared him in years.
"Wonderful!" Mandy positioned Kurt to be on your right. "We are pleased to announce our tributes in the 40th edition of the Hunger Games: Kurt Hummel and Quinn Fabray!"
No one applauded or reacted to the order of the words of Mandy. Despite being one of the most powerful districts, no one cheered when he sent one of their teenagers for the killing of the Hunger Games. Kurt did not know how he would survive, or rather whether it would survive. He looked around and found the cool look of Quinn Fabray. Her face betrayed no evidence of that thought. It seemed she wanted to speak a message to Kurt at the time.
But Kurt didn't want to know if that message would be good or bad.
