A/N: Hi again! I'm really sorry about the delay, it's mostly due to a REALLY bad case of writer's block. I've overcome it now, and I have Chapter 4 for you! YAY! Huzzah! Insert other interjection here!

At 1,051 words, according to Word Counter dot Net (for some reason, it's not letting me post the actual site?), this is the longest chapter yet. It also said that the word "Blaine" is in this chapter 18 times. Just a useless piece of trivia, in case you were wondering.

As always, thanks to Mlle. Moony, who makes me smile every time she emails me her edits :D!

Disclaimer: I just now realized that I never did this. I do not own Glee or The Hunger Games. I wish I did, but I don't. D:

Chapter 4- Tributes in Training

"You guys are naturals."

"Casper the Feminine Ghost has already attracted attention."

"They. LOVE. You."

"Sponsors are your best friends. They could literally save your life."

"I can't remember the last time the Capitol responded to tributes like that."

"Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel from District 11!"

I tossed and turned that night, with only the voices in my memories to keep me company. After what felt like ages, I finally fell asleep, only to be woken up just two hours later by a truly manic Sue, who thought it would be funny to dump cold water on my head and scream, "Get up!".

Blaine, I soon discovered, hadn't slept much either. When I entered the dining room, I noticed that his hair was messier than I had ever seen it. Even the raspberry-scented hair gel he usually wore wasn't enough to tame his wild locks. We were both rushed through breakfast and practically shoved into the elevator that would take us to the training center's basement gym. I barely had time to wish Blaine a quick "Good morning". Most of our competitors were already there when we arrived. Ten minutes later, Karofsky and Lauren (the last two tributes) showed up, and one of the trainers began to speak.

"The rules to the training center are simple: no fighting, harming, maiming, killing, or otherwise - you'll have plenty of time for that in the arena. As you can see, there are trainers at each station to assist you if you have any questions. You may go."

Blaine grabbed my hand and dragged me to the ropes course, where he immediately started to climb. I followed him as we made our way up the rope web, to a narrow beam about ten feet above the training center. I've never been afraid of heights per se (I'd certainly climbed trees higher than this) but looking down as the Careers wielded their swords and knives and bows definitely freaked me out. Blaine led me across the course, and before long we were on our way down, on the opposite side of the gym.

"Do you wanna pick something now?", Blaine whispered in my ear as soon as we were safely on the ground. I nodded my head, grabbed his hand, and led him to the edible plants section, which I quickly passed. Blaine, however, confused nightlock with regular blueberries, which pretty much convinced me that I would be handling our food in the arena. I stood up and left the station once Blaine was done, then turned around to face the rest of the gym. There were so many possibilities...

"Your turn," I looked to my right, hoping to find Blaine. But he was nowhere in sight. I was surrounded by Careers, who alternatively sneered and smiled at me. I couldn't help but feel like a deer facing a pack of hungry lions.

"Kurt Hummel," the Latina girl, Santana, smiled at me. "We've been watching you. A friend of mine told me you already have more sponsors than District 11 has ever had, and you haven't even been scored yet." She chuckled, then continued on. "Basically, what I'm trying to say is, you need to be upgraded. You're too good to be on your own."

"I'm not on my own. Blaine's with me." I glared at her, daring her to make a homophobic joke.

"You don't need him. Come on, let's see what you got." She motioned to the archery station. I shook my head.

"I'm sorry, but I need to find Blaine." I stepped around her and spotted him still at the Edible Plants section, clearly looking for me.

"By the way," Santana whispered in my ear, which made me jump, "I'm your team. Brittany and I hooked up last night. Just thought you should know."

"What-" I turned to find that she was gone already. Blaine was at my side in an instant. He shot me a confused glance. "What did she want?".

"For me to leave you. She wanted me to be a Career. I think it was because of all of our sponsors, she brought that up first. And she's gay, too."

Blaine picked up a few throwing knives and took his place in the target range. "Really? That's interesting. That makes three of us, then. Maybe four, I've had my eye on that Sebastian guy..."

Just then the machine started, and Blaine was throwing knives at shifting dummies that moved all the more quickly as his aim improved. Soon the ground was covered in fake blood and the machine was moving at a frightening pace. Blaine stopped only when he ran out of knives, and then it was my turn. I was good, but nowhere near as good as Blaine had been.

"Where to next?", he asked when I had finished the challenge.

Something caught my eye. Santana was at the archery station, shooting silver arrows at a different set of moving targets. There was something graceful in the way she notched the arrow, pulled back the string, and let it fly. I immediately wanted to try it.

"There," I said to my boyfriend. He took my hand and led me to the area. A kind instructor led me through the basics, and after getting a few bulls-eyes on the stationary targets, I was able to progress to the moving ones. Finally, I had found something that felt natural to me. I hit every shot perfectly, something I felt sure would draw the attention of the gamemakers. Sure enough, I caught Ryan Murphy, the Head Gamemaker, staring at me and smiling as I made yet another head shot.

The second training day passed in a similar manner. Blaine and I took turns selecting stations. While Blaine was overwhelmingly better at the physical and offensive stations, I aced shelter, knots, and all of the other survival courses.

But I found myself continually drifting toward the archery station, hitting kill shots again and again and again until my arms were sore and tired. Sue, however, continually advised against showing our strengths. If they knew what we could do, she warned, it wouldn't be such a surprise to the gamemakers when we went to get scored. I hated the strategy, but I knew she was probably right.

A/N: I'm going to start putting a list of the remaining tributes at the end of every chapter, just to clarify things a little bit. The names with a {C} are the Careers. Here it is:

1. Noah {C} and Quinn {C}

2. Sam{C} and Kitty {C}

3. Finn and Rachel

4. Jake {C}and Santana{C}

5. Ryder and Sunshine

6. Mike and Tina

7. Sebastian {C} and Marley

8. Joe and Wade

9. Artie and Brittany{C}

10. David and Lauren

11. Blaine and Kurt

12. Rory and Mercedes

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