Here's the last reaping chapter, from District 7! Sorry it's somewhat messy. I mean, I had a really nice plot for this one, but it's just hard writing it down. So... Yeah. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Do I own Glee? No. Do I own Hunger Games? No. Do I own any of the Glee Project Contenders? Sadly no. If I do, Damian and Cameron would live next door XP

Finn Hudson, 17

I let out a groan as I put the last piece of log. I sweep the sweat on the forehead.

I feel somebody pat my back. I look and find Burt who looks as tired as I am. "That's the last one," he says. "Wanna come inside?"

I shrug. "There's nothing else to do right?"

Burt chuckles and walk into the house, while I follow him behind. The minute I step into the house, I smell it. I sigh. 'Meat.'

"Hey boys," my mom greets when I follow Burt to the kitchen. "You guys hungry?"

"Very," I say. I plop myself on a chair and sigh.

"Then you should be glad," my stepbrother, Kurt says. He walks up to me and give me my food. "It's the wild turkey that we caught yesterday," he says with a smile.

I grin and look at him. "Thanks bro," I say. I begin to eat it. That's how we do things in my family: I help Burt chopping down some trees meanwhile Kurt helps my mother with cooking. Well, he does come with Burt and me sometimes to set traps and snares to catch fishes and other animal, like yesterday.

"And you better finish it too," my mom says. The reaping is starting soon.

I nod. But I didn't continue eating. I just stare at the food, not having the appetite to eat anymore after mom mention the Reaping. I got a feeling about the Reaping this year.

Don't even think of it Finn. The chances are low. You won't get reaped

So I sigh and start to eat my lunch.

Lindsay Pearce, 17

"Aw come on Linds, you can throw better than that!"

I glare at my brother, Heath. We're in the woods, having my training session. Since he is a victor, he had always train me like crazy. He says it's a way to prepare myself if I ever get reaped. Although the chance of me being reaped is really thin. "Yesterday, you throw better than that," he scolds.

"Would you just shut it," I snap. "I'm not in the mood for you lecture whatsoever about axe throwing. Heck, I'm not even in the mood for training!"

My brother's expression soften. "What? Why?" He asks. He hold my hand and look me in the eyes. "What's wrong?"

"It's just that-" I trail off. I look at my feet and sigh. "I'm scared. What if I get reaped this year?"

"Hey Linds, look at me." He hold up my chin and look at me. "You're going to be fine. You're going to survive in the arena. I mean, I teach you how to fight with axe. You have a pretty good aim, so you probably good at knives throwing and archery. I've teach you everything about surviving skills: Making fire, setting traps and snares, identifying edible plants. I'm sure you'll be alright."

"But it's still scary," I say. "I mean, I don't want to die just because I got pick to play some stupid game that the Capitol made. I'm still to young."

"Hey, you're a tough and smart girl. You won't die. You will make it." He let go of my hand. "Let's go home. The reaping will start soon."

Our walk home doesn't take that long, only 10 minutes. But today, it feels like hours. Very dreadful hours with silence. When we finally home, I rush upstairs to my room, not even answering my mother's greeting.

I open my dresser to find something to wear, not that I really care about the reaping. After a while, I decide to put on a white tank top, black denim skinny jeans, red cardigan, and a red beret.

I go downstairs and find Heath leaning against the wall casually with his hand crossed. "Hey," he says casually.

"Where are the others?" I ask.

"They went to town earlier. They told me to meet up later in the town square," he replies. "So, ready to go?"

I really want to say no, that I'm not ready for the reaping. I just have this feeling that I'm going into the arena, and that makes me feel so... Scared. But instead of telling Heath that, I nod. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Kurt Hummel, 18

I stand in the 18 year -ld section. My eyes wander on the 17 year-olds section to find where Finn is. I find him talking to Bryan Ward, my crush.

Yes people, I'm gay.

Suddenly I have this random flashback about the time I have a crush on Finn. It was long before my father and Carole met. But now thinking about it is just weird, and gross, and makes me shudder.

I shake my head, and with a sigh, I turn my head to the stage, where Mayor Benson is reading the Treaty of Treason. I mentally groan in frustration. Please let this torture stop.

Thankfully, the mayor did stop reading it. Finally. But then, Dalton Rumba, takes the stage. I sigh. I totally forgot about him.

"Hello District 7," he yells a greeting to the whole District. "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor! Now, let's not waste time and start the event. Ladies first."

He walks to the girls' bowl and fishes out a paper. He unfolds it and read the name.

"Lindsay Heather Pearce!"

I know her.

I turn my head to the 17 year-old section and see her. She seems to be dumbfounded for a while. But she finally collects herself and walk to the stage with a confident smile. But I can see it in her eyes that she's as scared as hell.

I furrow my eyebrow. Lindsay Pearce scared of the Games? I find it weird. She is never scared of anything. She's a really tough girl, and she trains with her brother. Then why should she be scared?

"Any volunteer?" I hear Dalton yells. Nobody did. So he shakes her hand and she steps back. "And now, for the male tribute." He walks to the boys' bowl and snatches a paper. He unfolds it and read it out loud.

"Kurt Hummel!"

My body stiffen. He called my name.

I command my legs to move, but it seems like they're glued to the ground. In the corner of my eye, I can see a few peacekeeper walking towards me. Oh no, I think to myself. I'm so dead.

"I volunteer!"

I turn my head to the source of the voice, hoping it wasn't his voice that I heard. But it was. My stepbrother, Finn Hudson, had volunteered for me.

He jogs to the stage, where Lindsay stares at him as if he was insane and Dalton is grinning like crazy. "Ah, a volunteer." He says. "What's you're name, boy?"

"Finn Hudson."

"What?" Dalton asks.

"Finn Hudson," Finn says, a little bit louder.

"I can't hear you."

"FINN HUDSON," Finn finally yells.

The crowd laughs. Even Lindsay, who looks somewhat forlorn just a few minutes ago cracks a smile. I sigh and shakes my head. Finn Hudson, you just got to love him.

"Alright alright, gee. You don't need to yell," the annoyed Dalton says. They shakes hand and Finn takes a step back. He look at Lindsay, who stands beside him, and gives he a small smile. She smiles back.

"Now," Dalton says. "For the third tribute." He walks to the third bowl and snatches a paper. He unfolds it and read it out loud.

"Kurt Hummel!"

My jaw drops. He called my name? Again?

Even though I'm panicking, again, I manage to make myself walk to the stage this time. As I walk, I glance at my father and Carole. She's crying on my father's chest. Meanwhile he wraps his arms around her and tries to soothe her.

As I mount the stage, I can see Finn's expression. The horror and pain in his eyes. Lindsay has her mouth hung open. I sigh and look at Dalton, who is smiling. He shakes my hand. Then, when he lets go of my hand, he announces, "Ladies and gentlemen, I present you, Lindsay Pearce, Finn Hudson, and Kurt Hummel; Tributes of District 7!"

As the crowd cheer, I shake my hand with Lindsay. She gives me a smile. "Good luck," she mouths. I return the smile and nod.

Then, I shake hand with Finn. He looks really miserable. "I volunteered for you, so you can take care of mom and Burt. And now you're going to the arena with me. I feel like a failure," he whispers.

I smile sadly and shake my head. "Don't be. We'll find a way to get through this. I promise."

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So, this is the last of the Reaping chapters. Next, I'll be posting the Train Ride chapters, starting with District 3. So, stay tuned :D