April leads the way into another room with a TV on a small table, surrounded by a few couches and chairs. April and William sit on the couch directly in front of the TV and Santana and I look at each other. Neither of us wants to sit by them. Especially William. He looks like he could snap at any minute. Santana walks towards the TV and sits by the ground. I follow, knowing not of where else to sit. If I sit by William and April, William would give me the death stare the whole time, and April would keep talking to me with her annoying Capitol accent.

"Well won't this be fun!" April shouts, turning on the TV. At first the only thing that plays is static, but then April goes up a few channels, and there it is. They played the Reapings in a random order. The first Reaping they show is the one from District 4. They call out the boy's name first; Sebastian Smythe. A tall, slim boy with very styled brown hair walks onto the stage. He seems very smug; he has a side smile placed on his face, and seems to take pride in being called. The girl they called had brown, long hair, with large brown eyes. It was obvious that she was frightened. She walked onto stage with wobbling legs and watery eyes, threatening to let go their waters. I almost felt bad for her; but then I realized that most people would react that way.

The next Reaping came from District 11. Again, they called the boys first. The boy they called was Noah Puckerman. When he got on stage, he tapped the announcer on the shoulder, and spoke into the microphone, and said that his name was actually 'Puck'. I actually laughed at then, but then received more death glares from everyone else in the room. I grew more fearful when the camera zoomed in on him. He had strong arms that could snap me in half. But surely that was all just in my head, right? I mean that's the agriculture district….all they can do is pick fruit. The girl that was then called was Brittany Pierce. When her name was called, she looked around, as if she was looking for someone. She didn't move. Not until the peacekeepers came and dragged her onstage. She looked so naïve, with those innocent blue eyes darting around. Her blonde hair was messy, like it hadn't been brushed for a few days. Her hair seemed almost brown in some areas, due to being full of dirt and leaves. Once they got her on stage, she walked over to 'Puck' and stood next to him, with those eyes now looking at the ground.

A few other Reapings went by. Only a few stood out to me. One was a girl, who looked no more than twelve. That wouldn't have been such a big deal, if the male picked for that District wasn't her brother. Sam and Clair Evans would be in the Games together. When Sam was called right after his sister, he instantly started to burst into tears. He fell to his knees, putting his face in his hands. The Peacekeepers came over to him and tried to pull him off the ground, but Sam wouldn't budge. He just kept sinking closer to the ground, screaming and sobbing. The Peacekeepers beat him till he was unconscious, and then dragged him onto the stage. The whole time, Clair remained silent.

Finn Hudson, a muscular male stood out to me also. The only reason he stood out to me was because well, I'm gay. He's hot. The girl that was called to join him was called Tina Cohen-Chang. Her hair was raven black that fell down past her shoulders. Her hair was highlighted blue, some of the things possible in her District, which was District 2.

The only other person that stood out to me was a boy from District 7. He had dark curly hair, and walked up to the stage with no shame or fear. His arms were very muscular, which was likely since that District specializes in lumbar. I don't know why I remembered him the most; maybe it was because he was unbelievably good looking. Or maybe it was because I was the mst fearful when he walked on stage.

After we finished watching the Reapings, we were sent to our rooms. When I got to my room, I didn't even bother changing. I just lay down on my bed, and tried to go to sleep. But before I could fall asleep, my door opened. I look to see who it is, and see Santana.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly.

"Well you don't have to use the attitude, Lady."

"Well thanks. If you just came to insult me, mission accomplished. You can leave now," I say, putting my head back on the pillow. Santana walks in and closes the door, then walks over to the side of my bed and sits down.

"I know how hard this is for you. Well no, I don't. If you die, people will miss you. But if I die, no one will miss me."

"Why would you say something like that?"

"I saw the look on people's faces when your name was called. I saw the pain in your fathers face. You know I'm right. If I was wrong, you wouldn't be as upset as you were then. As for me, yeah, I was heartbroken. But not because I wouldn't see the people I care about every again. I was heartbroken because no one cared."

"I'm sure you have family that's worried sick over you right now."

"That's where you're wrong. I have family, but that doesn't mean they love me. And I have no friends. I'm just not the type of person people want to be friends with. Your friends and family will be devastated if you die."

"You mean when I die."

"I didn't say that."

"Santana, there's no way I can win. Do you see how small I am? I can't use a weapon. I've never fought. I'm screwed. I'll probably be dead within the first five minutes."

"You know, it's not that hard to use a weapon. And you could just hide…use your smallness to an advantage."

"Hide, but for how long? I'd have to move away from my hiding place at one point or another to find water and food. I'd turn around and there will be someone, holding me at gunpoint or something."

"You can't use guns in the Games."

"Do you always have to correct me?"

"Do you always have to think things through too much?"

"Maybe that's what I can do. Talk till the person leaves me alone."

"Look, Kurt…"

"Do you honestly think I have even a slim chance?"

She didn't answer.

"Seriously. Answer me honestly, Santana."

"I mean, if you try hard enough, anyone can do anything…"

"Don't give me any motivational quotes. Now answer the question. It's a yes or no answer."

Santana sighed. "No. But only because you're being so difficult. If you'd let me help you, then maybe we could raise your chances…"

"You don't want me to have a higher chance. No one wants another person in the Games to have a higher chance."

"I want you too though."

"Why?"

"Will you stop asking why?"

"Not till you tell me why you want to help me."

"Because I don't want to come out of the Arena!"