I let him lead me away from the gaping crowd. When we're alone, behind the building, he studies me for a moment.

"You're really not screwing with us." he says finally. "You're not Sebastian?"

"I'm not." I say emphatically. "Please, you have to believe me, I have no idea what's going on here."

He scrutinizes me some more, arms crossed. "I read the Hunger Games trilogy." he says. "Finnick died."

"The Hunger Games trilogy? What's that? Is this Panem, what – "

A smile blooms on his lips. It does wonders for his looks. On the whole, he's very attractive, almost feminine. In a good way.

….I shouldn't even be having these thoughts right now.

"Why do I feel like I'm walking into a trap?" the boy sighs. "What do you want?"

"Hey, you're the one who made me talk to you behind a building. Well, first I want to see these Hunger Games books you were talking about – "

"No way. Those are at my house, and you can't go there. Blaine doesn't read anything that doesn't have Harry Potter or punching bags on the cover, so you're out of luck there. Go download them illegally or something."

I mentally curse Sebastian for crossing this boy.

"Please? I'm not going to do anything stupid." I promise, and feel his searing gaze on me again.

"This isn't funny, Sebastian."

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not Sebastian. I swear. On whatever."

"Your word doesn't mean anything to me, Smythe." he hisses.

"Then what do I have to do to convince you?" I demand, stepping forward. I'm taller than him, and definitely in his personal space. He doesn't back away.

It's almost hard to concentrate in such close proximity to his face.

"Please." I say. "If you don't believe me, fine. Can you humor me, then? If I can't convince you, why don't you pretend. Just – I need answers, and it seems like you have them."

"Fine." he glares at me. "Fine! Whatever!"

I almost collapse with relief. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

He rolls his eyes and says, "Wait right here."

Obediently, I stand motionless as he struts back to the entrance like he owns the place, then returns a minute later, looking vaguely annoyed. And very awkward.

"Well...come on, my car's over here." I follow him and awkwardly climb in to the vehicle.

"You're really not acting like Sebastian." the boy says, sticking a piece of metal into a slit.

"Anyway, hello, Finnick. My name's Kurt Hummel, also known as Gayface, Prude, Fairy Princess, whatever wonderful, original nickname you've come up with this week."

Yet again, I feel slightly ashamed that I'm in Sebastian's body. He must be an idiot to hate on someone as sightly as Kurt.

"Hello, Kurt. My name's Finnick Odair. And I think I like the name Kurt."

Kurt snorts. "You are a terrific actor, Sebastian. You should consider auditioning for Catching Fire. Although it would ruin a great story if you were in it."

We pull in to a house. It's smaller than the one I woke up in this morning, and I'm surprised. Kurt dresses like he bathes in money.

"Follow me." he says, and we walk through the door.

An extremely tall boy is lurking in the hallway. "Kurt, what are you doing? Don't you know that he's a Warbler?" he points at me. "Did you see that blazer, dude? It means trouble."

"Shut up, please, Finn. I'll explain later." Kurt says, then quickly adds, "Can we keep this between us?"

Finn sighs loudly. I'm surprised that the coat rack doesn't blow over. "Fine. But I don't like it, dude. Hey, have you seen that bag of hot dogs Burt grilled last night? I can't find them."

"You ate them all, Finn." Kurt leads me into his bedroom and runs to the bookshelf. "They're right here."

He shoves three books into my face. One black, one red, and one blue.

"And these are...?" I examine the back book. There's a mockingjay on the cover, and a shiver runs down my spine.

"The Hunger Games. Finnick is one of the characters."

"A character?"

He groans. "Here, look." Kurt flips open the red book and reads, "Finnick Odair is something of a living legend in Panem. Since he won the Sixty-Fifth Hunger Games when he was only fourteen, he's still one of the youngest victors."

"You had that page bookmarked?" I ask curiously, and Kurt's cheeks redden.

"I – "

"Just read." I tell him hastily.

He reads about how the Capitol citizens fawn over me, but says nothing about the things that president Snow forces me to do. Good.

"The books are from Katniss' point of view." he tells me. "She didn't like Finnick very much at first."

"No, she didn't." I smile a bit at the memory. "Kurt, I was in the arena last night. The Quarter Quell. My district partner Mags had just – just died. Now I'm here and I don't know what to do."

"That's just like what happened in the book." Kurt whispers. "Well, not the whole appearing in Ohio thing. But Mags...and the fog."

"You know about the fog!" I exclaim. "You really do!"

"Um. Yeah. It's in the book..."

"What happened next?" I resist the urge to snatch the book from his hands. That wouldn't go over very well.

"Um...the force field broke, and the rebels got Katniss out of the arena. Not Peeta, though, the Capitol took him."

"Oh, no." Our plan failed. Partially.

"They took Johanna and Enobaria. And they took Annie, too." Kurt adds.

Wait. What.

"Excuse me?" My voice is wavering out of control. "Annie? My Annie?"

"I – F-Finnick – crap, sorry, I – "

I'm hyperventilating.

"It's okay, they got her out. Gale did. She was fine." he says hastily. "She lived and she was absolutely fine."

I close my eyes. Annie in the Capitol's hands.

"You said I died." I say shakily.

"Well – you married Annie. You were happy together." Kurt says, but I know he's stalling. "And Annie was pregnant, too."

"How did I die, Kurt?"

"You were part of a squad that was invading the Capitol to kill Snow. Muttations – um – got you."

I am speechless.

I will die in the war.

But Annie will be safe. And –

"Do we win the war?"

He nods. "You were a hero."

After a moment of heavy silence, the tall boy pokes his head into the room.

"Hey dude. Just wanted to make sure yer okay..."

"Get out, Finn!" Kurt snaps, and I rise to my feet, startled.

"Not you!" he hastens, and pokes his finger in the boy's direction. "Leave us alone!"

A bit frightened, the boy's head disappears.

"You're really Finnick?" Kurt asks, his eyes wide. "You're really not messing with me?"

"No." I say in a small voice. "I'm really...I'm really Finnick."

Silently, he hands me the stack of books, and I crack them open.

A/N: hey, I just thought of a ship name. Finnick/Kurt is FinnicKurt...ahahaha I am not funny...

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Next time, Sebastian participates in a fight with Gloss, Cashmere, and the rest of the gang.