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Sea-glass Anchor

Kurt dreamed with Blaine that night.

They were swimming in the ocean, the moonlight being their only light, enjoying the warmth of the water that would soon disappear as the seasons changed.

"Kurt! Hey, Kurt!"

Kurt turned towards Blaine only to get a mouthful of salt water splashed at him. "Blaine!" He shot him a glare but then laughed and splashed him back, "You're such a little kid."

Blaine swam right up to him and wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist. "Yeah," he smirked, "but you love it." Then he dragged Kurt underwater with him and kissed him.

There was silence, silence and clarity around them, enveloping them and protecting them. Their feet were kicking as they threaded water and their hands were gripping each other's faces, because right now they really were the only two people in the world. They surfaced and kissed again, their bare chests pressed together and their breathing ragged.

The Kurt pulled away and swam deeper into the ocean, prompting Blaine to follow him and bring him back up to the surface. "Oh, there you are," murmured Blaine, "I've been looking for you forever."

Then he kissed Kurt again and it felt like paradise, until a wave crashed over them. Kurt sunk into the water and struggled to make his way back up, gasping for breath when his head broke the surface. He realized he was at the shore and sat on the sand. "Blaine?" he called out. His curly haired boyfriend was nowhere in sight. "Blaine!" he called out louder, eyes focusing on a dark figure making their way to shore.

But as he got closer he realized that the figure wasn't Blaine. It was too tall and curvy, as opposed to Blaine's shortness and lean body. The figure came closer and Kurt made out long hair, and then the moonlight illuminated who he was looking at. It was his mom.

"M-mom?" Kurt reached out his hand to touch her, and to his surprise their hands met.

"Run, Kurt." Her voice was a sweet melody he hadn't heard in 8 years, but the urgency in it frightened him. "Run sweetheart, now. You need to get out of here. Go, now!"

Kurt looked at his mom. She was pale skinned and tall, just like him, with eyes like the sea that he'd inherited from her. Her flowing dress was shifting softly in the breeze, and her brown hair was in waves that tumbled down her back. "Mom…mom how are you here?"

"Go! Kurt, run! They have him, and they'll have you soon. They'll take both of you, just like they took me." The waves crashed against each other faster and the wind picked up speed around them, making it harder for Kurt to hear what his mom was saying.

"But I don't understand!" he yelled, "Who has him? Mom, who has Blaine?"

The wind blew faster and faster, not letting Kurt hear whatever his mom was trying to tell him next. Her mouth moved but he couldn't hear her words, and suddenly he was falling. Falling backwards into a never ending abyss that threatened to never set him free.


Kurt woke up screaming.

He quickly stuffed his fist in his mouth to muffle the scream he had no control over, and after a few minutes his body relaxed. He took a deep breath and untangled himself from the sheets that had somehow wrapped themselves tight around his body, suffocating him and making it hard to move. Finally he padded over to his window and pushed it open, sighing with relief as the scent of the cool sea air wafted in.

The strange dream had left him shaken, and for some reason the creepy feeling refused to go away. He sighed again and pushed his hair back from his forehead, smiling sadly as he remembered his mom used to always do that to him. Kurt missed her a lot, but at the same time he was starting to forget her. That's what scared him the most; that one of these days he was going to wake up and not remember her at all. Not remember the way she always smelled slightly of cymbidiums, the beautiful flowers she tended in her garden. To forget the way her laughter filled the room when she was watching a six year old Kurt dance and sing to her, a huge smile fixated on his face. He craved the power to somehow tattoo those images into his mind so they could stay with him forever, but instead he felt them slip a little further out of his reach every day. Kurt ran his fingers through his hair and then hugged his knees to his chest, feeling empty in a way he couldn't describe.

The only time he'd really felt happy after his mom had died was when he was with Blaine. But Blaine was gone, and just like the memories of his mom, the memories of his first love would soon start to slip away. He didn't want to forget Blaine or any of their kisses and their midnight swims. He wanted to remember every second they spent in the moonlight, hidden from the world but basking in each other's love. It still hurt so much to think about him, but Kurt had learned to not cry anymore. Crying only made his face red and swollen, leading to Burt repeatedly asking if he was okay. He wasn't okay, but that's why he threw himself into his training.

Every day before school, Santana would show up at his door and promptly drag him to the beach so they could sun two miles. Then he would return home, clean up and get dressed to go to school. After school they headed to the training center and put in a few hours before dinner, mostly lifting weights and throwing knives. Weekends were the same, with the exception that they headed to the training center after their morning run. The large building had a maze of obstacle courses and a weight room, apart from various smaller practice rooms and a large array of weapons. Kids as young as eight trained there, but everyone knew the best of the best were Kurt and Santana.

Ever since that day Santana had offered her friendship, she and Kurt had become practically inseparable. They did their homework together and swam in the ocean, just like he and Blaine had. Kurt had never told Santana exactly what had happened between him and Blaine, and she was smart enough to not ask. She wasn't stupid though, and he often thought she knew a whole lot more than she let on. She was private about her life too; reluctant to share about her father who had mysteriously disappeared when she was 12. Their friendship was strong but they both held back their darkest secrets. They were both alike in the way that they never really let anyone in, but both knew eventually the truth would demand to be revealed.

The first rays of sun were starting to fight their way through the clouds, and as Kurt rubbed his eyes wearily he remembered what day it was. Reaping day. He groaned and dragged himself to the restroom, washing up and then returning to his room to find clothes. He pulled on some clean pants and a light blue button up shirt, the one that brought out the color of his eyes. He wandered over to his desk in the corner of the room and reached for the little purple box that rested on top of it, quickly pulling it open and taking out the necklace that rested inside. The delicate silver chain was long and attached to it was a single charm, an anchor made out of sea glass. His mom had given it to him when he was eight, mere days before she had died. Kurt closed his eyes and sighed, realizing he still remembered the moment perfectly.

Kurt looked at the necklace his mom was holding out to him and reached out to take it, admiring the way the sea glass charm caught the light and sparkled. It was in the shape of an anchor, created by his mom herself. Ever since he could remember, he'd seen it hanging around his mom's neck, always a symbol of her never ending strength. "Mommy, you're giving it to me?"

Elizabeth Hummel nodded and reached down to ruffle Kurt's hair, taking the necklace from him and fastening it around his neck. "There. It looks lovely on you."

Little Kurt looked down at it in wonder and then back up at his mother, throwing himself at her and burying his face in her neck. "Thank you, mommy. I'll take care of it a lot, I promise."

Elizabeth laughed softly and pressed a kiss to her son's cheek. "As long as you have that Kurt, I'll always be with you. Maybe I won't physically be there, but a little piece of me will. Do you know why I shaped that glass into an anchor?"

Kurt shook his head and looked into his mom's eyes, which were identical to his own. "No, will you tell me?"

Kurt's mom ruffled his hair again and whispered into his ear, "I shaped it into an anchor for different reasons. The most import one, however, is that I refuse to sink. No matter how many mean things people say about me, I'm still going to keep my head up. That's also why I want you to have the necklace, so it can protect you."

Kurt's eyes widened slightly and he smiled even bigger, knowing his mom was trusting him with something that obviously meant a lot to her. He threw his arms around his mom again and mumbled into her hair, "Thanks, mommy. I'll wear it forever."

Sixteen year old Kurt fastened the clasp of the necklace and admired the way it looked in the mirror before tucking it into his shirt. Whenever he wore it he felt like his mom was protecting him, and if anything, he would need protection today. Protection and luck.

After combing his hair he wandered into the kitchen, not surprised to find his dad already sitting on the kitchen table and waiting for him. After exchanging a nod, both men walked out of the house and headed for the town square, no words being exchanged. When they got to the square however they found it alive with laughter and noise, the prospect of the upcoming games bringing joy to the people. Kurt hugged his dad quickly then moved to stand with the other boys his age, but before he got there he saw Santana out of the corner of his eye.

She was wearing a red dress that had once belonged to her mother and wore her hair down in her natural waves, looking effortlessly beautiful. Her face however, was scrunched up in anger. As Kurt got closer to her he noticed that she was arguing with Alejandro, who was two years younger than her. Maria, the little five year old, clung to Santana's leg and refused to let go, until her other brother Paolo carried her and took her away. Santana noticed Kurt approaching and smiled grimly, walking towards her place and pulling her brother along so he would do the same. Kurt shook his head and stepped into the line of sixteen year old boys, silently hoping it would be over quickly. As soon as he thought that, Terry Elise appeared on the stage, eager to start the ceremony.

"Happy Hunger Games Everybody!"


"Kiera Santos."

A girl of about 14 stepped out of the lines and started walking towards the stage. Once she got there it was obvious she was terrified, her wide green eyes scanning the crowd for someone to help her. To rescue her.

"Now," said Terry, placing a pale hand with long fuchsia colored nails on the girl's shoulder, "would anyone like to step forward and volunteer to take her place?"

"I volunteer."

Kurt recognized the clear, proud voice before he could turn and find in the crowd the beautiful girl he knew it belonged to. She walked onto the stage, her eyes hard and her body tense, but she didn't stop until she was facing Terry.

"Oh this is lovely!" squealed Terry, a high pitched laugh emitting from her mouth, "And what is your name dear?"

"Santana Lopez."


"Now our male tribute, let's see who is the lucky young man who will accompany this lovely lady into the arena!"

Another fake laugh from Terry brought Kurt back to reality. Her gloved hand plunged into the fishbowl full of slips of paper, and finally she brought one out.

"Kurt Hummel."

Everything stopped. His name had been called. His name had just been called. He felt his feet start walking towards the stage and soon found himself facing Terry, unable to speak through the overwhelming emotions swirling inside of him.

He knew Terry would call for volunteers, but he also knew no one would step forward. Everyone saw him at training, and everyone saw he was good. He and Santana were the best, even better than the older teens they trained alongside, and he had no one that would volunteer for him. No one except Blaine, but Blaine was gone.

Kurt looked sideways at Santana as Terry closed the ceremony, and in her eyes he saw something he'd never seen before. Fear. That's when Kurt realized something that made his stomach drop. If he wanted to come back to district 4, he was going to have to kill his best friend.


They were given three minutes to say bye to their loved ones.

Burt walked into the room at the justice center and upon spotting Kurt on the couch practically ran to him. He wrapped his arms around his son and just held him, held him because it might be the last time he saw him alive.

Kurt held on to his dad and pushed back tears threatening to spill, "Dad. Dad I'll be fine."

"Yeah. Yeah, you'll be fine." Burt's voice was thick with emotion, and as he pulled back and looked into Kurt's eyes he was reminded of his wife. His wife that had once been a victor herself. His wife that had been mysteriously killed in an accident after she'd tried to start a rebellion. Kurt didn't know that, and Burt knew he should tell his son, but the fear of what they'd do to his son if they knew was too much.

"Dad, I can do it. I train a lot with Tana. I'm one of the strongest. Mom did it. I can do it too, Dad. You know I can. I'll come back to you. "Kurt tried to keep his voice from shaking, but the words he said weren't just for his dad. He had no idea what to do. He was trying to convince himself he'd be all right, but he knew there was a big chance he wouldn't be.

To be a tribute was an honor in their district, but that didn't mean it hurt the parents of the kids any less to see them go. Burt pulled Kurt into another tight hug and then whispered to him, "Be smart. You're so much like your mom, kid. I see her every day in you. But don't lose yourself. Don't forget who you really are in that arena."

Kurt felt his dad pull back and he opened his mouth to ask him what he meant, but at that moment a Peacekeeper stepped through the door of the small room they were in and commanded Burt to leave. Burt shuffled out, only turning back once to look at Kurt before the door closed behind him with a snap.

Santana came into the room next. She slipped in and ran over to him, immediately throwing her arms around him. After getting over the initial shock of the situation, Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around her and stroked her dark hair. Pulling back, he saw her wiping away tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Kurt."

Kurt shook his head and wiped her tears away with his thumb. "No. Don't be. You didn't know what I was going to be picked."

Santana pulled him close again and cried some more. "But I didn't tell you," she said in a small voice, "I didn't tell you I was volunteering."

Kurt pushed her hair back from her face and tried to smile at her. "It's okay, Tana."

Santana started crying harder. "No it's not, no it's not. But I had to Kurt, I had to for Paolo, because I hate the idea of his name being in there next year. For Alejandro, because I want him to smile and then scowl at me when I come back from winning. You know he's just like me, he'd ask why I didn't kill everyone sooner. And for Maria, because I feel like I'm her mom more than our mom actually is. All I want the best for them. And if I win, if I win I can get all of that for them."

Her face was red and blotchy, but Kurt saw her determination through that. He knew she loved her little brothers and sister more than anything in the world, and her actions were proof of that. Kurt held her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. "Santana, it's okay. I know why you did it. I know."

Santana looked at him for a second then said softly, "But it's not okay. It's not okay cause I have to kill you."


The train ride didn't soothe either of them.

"Your mentor will be here in just a second, I'm sure he'll be just delighted to chat with you both about how you can win and bring honor to your district!" With that, Terry wobbled away on her overly high heels and her obnoxiously bright lime green suit.

As soon as she was gone, Santana scowled and muttered, "I hate that bitch."

Kurt laughed and then stopped abruptly, the ghost of his laugh lingering around them. It felt wrong to laugh, but at the same time it felt necessary. It felt like the tension around them was swallowing them whole, making them feel like strangers instead of best friends. But that's what they weren't they? Best friends. So why was there a sudden barrier separating them? Oh right, they had to kill each other in the arena.

They shifted uncomfortably in their chairs and stayed silent for five more minutes, until finally Santana stood up and walked over to the tv. "I'm tired of waiting like an idiot for Anthony. Come on, let's just watch the other reapings already. Terry told me they were programed on here."

Kurt stood up from his seat on the table and walked over to the couch, sitting in a corner of it as Santana plopped down next to him and fiddled with the remote, grinning when the tv lit up and the reapings started playing in order. District One had two volunteers, as usual, and so did District Two. All four teens looked fit and healthy, wearing proud smiles as they stood on the stage before their respective districts. The boy from district two stuck out to Kurt particularly, because there was something about his smirk that made him feel uneasy.

In District Three a pair of sibling's was reaped, and something inside Kurt broke as the camera panned over to the kid's mother who was crying hysterically. To have one child reaped was horrible enough, but to have two? It must be beyond devastating. Kurt watched Santana volunteer again and then watched himself walk up to the stage, wincing at how tense he looked. "I look like older when I do that. Ew."

Santana giggled and slapped his arm lightly, "At least you don't look like a little kid."

Kurt glared at her and she laughed harder, but quickly stopped when the next reaping started on the screen. A blonde girl from district 5 stood out at her, bubbly and looking mildly confused as her name was called. Poor thing, thought Santana, she won't make it through the first day.

Kurt watched the rest of the reapings feeling slightly numb, knowing that all the teens he was watching now would eventually try to kill him. It was unsettling, to say the very least, and it made him think of what could happen in the arena. Finally, the District 12 reaping started playing, and Kurt forced himself to focus on the screen. Blaine was in District 12. And maybe, just maybe, the camera would pass over him for a few seconds, just enough for Kurt to know he was alright. A dark haired woman with a squeaky voice conducted the ceremony, plucking a paper form the glass bowl and summoning forth a blonde girl to the stage. Then it was time for the boy tribute to be chosen, and Kurt's heart stopped when the woman read out the name.

"Blaine Anderson."

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