Santana was uncomfortable. Smothered in makeup and dressed in glittering, sparkling clothes, she felt like a different person. She didn't want to be a different person – She wanted to enter and Santana Lopez from District 12 and die as Santana Lopez from District 12.

Her main make-up artist, Emma Pillsbury, was ordering for her outfit to be made. Neither she or Puck had any idea what the theme was, but they assumed it would be coal miners like every other pair of 12 tributes.

Eventually Emma came back with a smile on her face, her large eyes stretched wide. "Meet me in your room in ten minutes," she ordered.

Twenty minutes later, Santana found herself dressed in a dark, ash-like dress. She couldn't say that she was surprised. The profession of the District was mining, of course. But then Emma surprised them, with a controller of some sort.

"This will toggle your flames," she told them, pointing at the button. Santana was confused at first, but once she was placed on the chariot, next to Puck, she understood what her designer had meant. Behind them was flowing orange flames. They weren't real, of course, but they looked it.

The crowd was going wild, throwing flowers and money at them.

She felt Puck nudge at her hand, signaling that she take hold it his. This made her uncomfortable, but after a quick glance, she finally agreed. They joined hands and raised them, showing pride from their district. The crowd rose to a stand.

As the chariots finally pulled in at the end of the track, the brunette scanned her 'competition'. There were young kids, in their early teens, and careers looking fierce and proud. Her eyes locked on a girl from District 2- a career, no doubt. Suddenly the girl turned her head and her eyes met Santana's. She was fairly far away, but Santana could see a thoughtful glint in her eye, but she shook it off as just an enemy assessing how she would sign her name into Santana's dead body.


Short chapter for now but I'm updating frequently as this is pre-written^^ Thanks for reading!