Glee in the Games

by inactivesuka

The Glee kids are reaped with the Girl on Fire herself in the 74th Annual Hunger Games. It's very obvious who's going to win BUT these singers may surprise you with their killing skills. Warning: blood, character deaths, triggers and a suicide scene. Warning: romance, so bring your tissues. Don't worry, it's only kissing. Read if you're up for it.

11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11: District 1

"WHERE'S MY GOD DAMN HAIR GEL?" Blaine screamed.

"I don't know, and don't speak to me like that!" his boyfriend shouted back, coming back into the room with freshly gelled hair.

"Have you used my hair gel...?" Blaine whispered angrily.

"No."

"Marvel! You're so bad!" Blaine teased, dragging his boyfriend onto the bed. Their lips touched softly, arms around each other. Blaine's hand grabbed Marvel's blonde hair, pulling him in closer. They kissed for minutes until Blaine's mother walked in.

"What is going on?" she asked them. "Are you... GAY?"

"Yeah, of course. Didn't you know?" Blaine laughed.

"Oh, well... That's great. Anyway, it's reaping day. Get ready."

Blaine and Marvel got dressed and ready together, walking up to the square giggling.

Marvel's name was called in the girls' category, and he inwardly fumed. He didn't care at all about being reaped. He'd trained for years to be in the Hunger Games. He was sure to win.

"WAIT! I VOLUNTEER!" Sugar Motta shouted, kicking Marvel off the stage.

"Hey! I'm gonna kill you!" Marvel jumped back up and grabbed Sugar's waxed legs. Annoyingly, they were too smooth so Marvel slipped back down.

"What the actual HELL?" Sugar said, slamming her stiletto heel into Marvel's eyeball. There was a pitiful scream as he was carried off by the Peacekeepers.

"Anyway... boys now." A name was picked out. "Blaine Anderson!"

Blaine screamed and literally pulled out some of his crusty gelled hair.

"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YY?"

"Go up," a boy next to him coaxed, touching his shoulder. That gay thrill of male touch coursed through him and he went up to the stage, still melting inside from being reaped. He took his name and looked at it. It was in handwritten script, the capitals exquisitely drawn with loops and swirls. It looked almost like his mother's handwriting.