I was re-reading The Hunger Games, and I got this idea in my head.

I do not own Glee or the Hunger Games. Slight time difference in some of the characters from the book.


Noah Puckerman gently swiped his thumb across the softest cheek he knew then reached to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. He smiles to himself before kissing his girlfriend's temple. Noah breathes in her beauty, wondering how he got so lucky.

"Rach." He whispers against her temple. She sighs slightly and he chuckles. Kissing her forehead he breathes out, "Rachel, baby get up."

Rachel smiles and raises her hand, finding her way to his cheek. Her eyes flutter open until she is looking into the most beautiful hazel green eyes she's ever seen.

"Good morning." He smiles at her and pecks her lips.

She hums in approval and kisses him back. "Good morning Noah."

Rachel thought about how she snuck into his room late last night, wanting to be in his arms. She loved how he smelled like the sea, after hours of working as a deckhand on the boat his father used to work on. The smell was comforting to her. She moved her hand to the back of his neck, rubbing the short hairs there. She giggles slightly when his eyes flutter close.

Noah sighed. He was used to waking up earlier than everyone else in District 4 to go to the docks. But on nights that he slept with Rachel, he hated the mornings. Rachel helps out in her mother's bakery/floral shop and he loves the smell of honey and sea salt that lingers on her skin and in her hair. But he knew that they had to get up, already dreading the extra busy day ahead of him plus Rachel having to sneak back into her house.

"Rachel, you need to get back home before your parents kill me." He lets out a breath and steps out of bed.

She groaned at the loss of his body heat. She admired the way his muscles worked as he got dressed, buttoning his shirt up. Rachel bit her lip and got up, pulling on one of Noah's button up shirts and her white shorts. She slips on her broken in boat shoes while pulling her wavy hair up in a pony tail, then walks behind Noah. She wraps her arms around his waist from behind.

"I could do this every day forever."

Noah smiles at her in the dirty old mirror that his family has then maneuvers his arm to cradle Rachel into his side. "Is that so?"

"Mm." She hums and smiles lazily at him.

Noah pulls out a small box from his pocket while she has her eyes closed. He saved every last penny he could when he wasn't taking care of his mom and sister. It wasn't a big diamond by any means, but he hoped she would like it. He opened it and nudged her arm gently with it. She opens her eyes and lets out a small gasp. Her eyes water and looks up at him with her dark chocolate brown eyes.

"Do this. With me, for the rest of our lives. Marry me."

Rachel bites her lip and nods her head. Noah grins and slips the ring onto the appropriate finger. She wraps her arms around his neck to kiss him. The box drops and he lifts her and automatically her legs wrap around his waist while he lightly pushes her against the wall. He cups her face with his hands and kisses her.

"I love you Rachel Berry."

"I love you too Noah."

He smiles and grabs her hand after letter her down. They walk down the hall quietly, knowing his sister is still asleep in the room she shares with his mother. It wasn't a large house, but he gets his own room since he's the only male in the house. The small kitchen attaches to the very small living area, but he doesn't expect his mother to be standing in the kitchen when they get to the door.

"Good morning Noah, Rachel." She turns around, blowing on her coffee and looking at the two.

Rachel blushes and murmurs a quiet good morning to her.

Noah wraps his arms around her from behind, then slowly lifts up her left hand. His mom lets out a small gasp, puts down her mug then hugs Rachel closely while smiling at her son.

"Tonight, we'll celebrate. We can tell Sarah then, oh she'll be so excited. Invite your parents. It won't be much, but a celebration none the less."

"Okay Mrs. P-"

"No, no dear. We're family now. It's either mom or Emily."

"Thank you Emily." Rachel smiles, not entirely comfortable with calling her mom just yet.

"Thanks ma. I'll see you after work." Noah grabs his things he'll need along with the few items to fix a fishing net.

"Oh, here." His mother hands him a mug. "I made coffee. I know it'll be a long day. Due to tomorrow…" She trails off, biting her lip.

"Thanks mom. Love you."

They leave together, hand in hand. The sun is barely beginning to rise as Noah walks Rachel home. They're happy with the silence of the morning knowing they'll have time to talk later. Birds begin to chirp, wanting to catch fish from the sea. He's looking out at the ocean which just comes into view when Rachel breaks the silence.

"I don't want to think about tomorrow. At all. I want to celebrate us tonight."

He looks at her, the worried crease in between her eyebrows. He releases her hand then pulls her in close. "Of course, just us." He smiles as they reach her door, then kisses her forehead. "Tonight. I love you."

She smiles brightly at him. "I love you too."

Noah watches her close the door before turning on his heel and heading towards the dock. He smiles to himself, remembering when they had their first kiss nearly five years ago. It was a few hours after his father died. They were friends before, but not extremely close, but when she found out he saw her in a different light. Rachel showed up at his door that night. Tears streaming down her perfectly tanned cheeks and her nose slightly red. He smiles sadly and pulls her into his arms as if it were her father who just died. Noah rubbed her back and led her to his room, laying down on his bed. She instantly picked up that he didn't want to talk about it, so she leaned forward and gave him a small kiss. Their first.

If he was honest, Noah didn't care too much about his father's death. Yes, his odd accident on the boat wasn't exactly pleasant (he still doesn't know to this day what exactly happened) but he was an abusive drunk. His dad only spent as much as he needed to for his family, spending the rest on white liquor. So he was relieved in a way. It wasn't easy though. That first year he had to sign up for tesserae while looking for a job at 14. Fortunately, the man his father worked with took pity on him and made him a deckhand on his boat. Teaching him all the things that his father didn't.

Rachel and Noah stayed close ever since. Stealing light kisses when they could until their best friend Santana caught them and made them talk out their feelings. It was only a year and a half ago when he felt truly happy again with Rachel by his side. He owed Santana and one day he would make it up to her.


Noah walked down the dock and spotter the Evans' boat. He tosses the gear onto the deck then goes under the covering where the wheel is. Steve looks up and smirks.

"It's about time Puckerman."

"Had to walk Rachel home." Noah sits on the bench to finish his coffee.

"I remember when Sammy would do the same thing." Steve sighs and sits next to him, thinking of him as the son he lost three years ago.

Noah sighs, remembering why today would be so long. Reaping Day is tomorrow. The only day where everyone can sleep in and have the day off to watch the Reapings across all 12 Districts they're forced to watch on TV. Sam was one of his closest friends. Three years ago he was picked as the male tribute to go to the Hunger Games. A sick game pulling a boy and girl from each District between the ages 12-18, throwing them into an arena to battle to the death until one survives. Sam made it to the final four. He hated the games, even though this is his last year to be eligible. Sarah would start next year though.

Steven groans. "Just seems to get worse every year. Always seems to be Sam's friends that get dragged to the Capitol." He slaps Noah's shoulder then squeezes lightly. "Let's get to work so you can get home early to that pretty girl of yours."

Noah smirks at Steve's back. He knows this gets harder for the man every year mourning the death of his son, but he looks up to the guy like an uncle. While they drift off to sea, he sets to work on fixing the spare net on the boat anxious to get home for dinner.