So... Hi everyone.
I'm so sorry for the (really, really late) update. I had tons of exams back in April/May and a really bad case of writer's block. And... Yeah... So, this isn't that great (IMO, at least). But, here's the next chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Nor The Glee Project. Nor Hunger Games.
Mercedes Jones, 17 (District 1)
Things went downhill after this morning incident.
Ellis wouldn't talk to anyone in our pack, and whenever we asked her a question, she would answer with a half-hearted 'sure' or a 'whatever'. Lindsay didn't talk much either. Though I caught her talking to (or trying to) talk to Ellis, I'm guessing to apologize about what happened earlier. But Ellis refused to listen.
Also, Sugar and Rachel won't stop talking about unimportant stuff. And really, as much as I like Sugar and try to tolerate Berry, they should really stop talking. It's getting really irritating, especially under the current circumstances.
Nighttime has fallen. We had just finished dinner and are waiting for the sky to light up. I sit alone, observing my surroundings. Ellis is sulking, far away from the rest of us. Lindsay keeps on glancing at the other girl, biting her lips. From the look in her eyes, I can tell she still feels guilty about the incident. Meanwhile Rachel and Sugar are arguing who's the better singer.
I sigh. If only Berry didn't start boasting about how she always win the annual talent show at her school, they wouldn't start having a sing-off. And if they hadn't start the whole 'sing-off' crap, Sugar wouldn't start singing so horribly. I mean, let's all be honest here: as much as I love Sugar, the girl can't sing for her dear life.
"No, I'm a better singer. I mean, you can't sing at all!" Rachel insists for the hundreth of time.
"Yes I can," Sugar says, sounding very offended. "I mean, hear this." Of course, I'm preparing to cover my ears in hope she wouldn't do any damage to my eardrums.
Thankfully, Sugar doesn't start singing. The moment she opens her mouth, the anthem starts to play. All of us look up and see the seal of Panem lighting up the sky.
The first face to appear on the sky is Marissa's, the girl from 9. To be frank, I don't really know her that much. But she seems like a nice girl. So, it's such a shame.
The next face to appear, and the last one for tonight, is Emily's. Worriedly, I glance at Ellis. She's staring at the sky, her expression is unreadable.
After a while, the projection disappears and the anthem stops playing. The night is dark and quiet once more. No one says a word. All of us are glancing worriedly at Ellis, who is still staring at the starry sky.
Finally, Lindsay sighs. The girl walks right up to Ellis and kneels beside her. "Ellis, I'm sorry. I'm truly am," I hear Lindsay says, pleadingly. "I swear it was an accident. I wasn't thinking straight when I threw that axe, and," Lindsay trails off and sighs. "Can we just move on past this?"
Ellis snorts. "Well sure. You only killed Emily, right? No biggie. We could all just move on and pretend that never happened," Elis retorts, sarcasm evident in her voice.
I flinch. Ouch, that's harsh.
"Ellis, please-"
"Please what?" Ellis snaps sharply, making me and the rest of the girls stare at the short girl in shock. "Forgive you and just forget everything that you did? Well I can't do that. You killed my best friend!"
Lindsay sighed exasperatedly. "I didn't mean to!"
Ellis groaned. "You know what? Screw you!" Ellis grabbed her backpack and slung it on her shoulder. She murmurs something I can't catch as she storms off.
"E- Ellis," Lindsay stammers. Her eyes wide as she watch the shorter girl walk away. "W- Where are you going?"
"Away from you," Ellis yells. She doesn't even bother to turn around as she says that. She just walks ahead. Every one of us is staring with wide eyes as the girl walks away and disappears into the woods.
There's a silence between us. A really awkward one. "Is she coming back?" Sugar asks, breaking the silence.
I sigh. "I don't know Sugar," I say, even though I actually do know she won't be back, ever. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
Kurt Hummel, 18 (District 7)
"You're not asleep, are you?"
I sigh and nod. "Woke up for no reason. Can't get back to sleep for some reason." I sit up and turn around to the source of the voice. I find a smirking Blaine, sitting under a nearby tree.
"I figured," he says. "You've been toss and turning for quite some times." He pats the spot next to him, gesturing at me to come sit next to him. So I stand up and walk up to him.
"What about you?" I ask as I plop down right next to the curly haired boy.
"Why aren't you asleep?"
Blaine shrugs. "I just... Have a lot of things going through my head right now."
I look at him in concern. "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask. "I mean, it might help..."
"Nah. I don't think so"
I don't ask any further. Instead I turn my attention to the clear night sky. The two of us just sit there in complete silence. It's really nice, and I actually enjoy it.
After a while, Blaine clears his throat. "Thanks Kurt." I turn my head and raise an eyebrow. "You know, for saving me earlier," the boy quickly adds. "I never really had the chance to properly thank you, since we were too busy taking care of Sebastian's ankle."
I mentally roll my eyes at the mention of Sebastian's name. The boy sprained his it back in the faux Cornucopia. Thankfully, someone was actually willing enough to see through his jerk-like attitude and sent him some sort of balm as a gift. And since it's the type of balm that you can only find in the Capitol exclusively, I'm guessing that the thing could heal his ankle quickly. So I'm assuming his ankle would be better already by tomorrow.
"So again, thanks a lot. For saving my life."
"You don't need to thank me Blaine," I tell him, smiling at the curly haired boy. Blaine's lips also stretch into a small smile. "I mean, You did say we've got each other's back, remember?" I nudge Blaine's arm lightly, causing the boy to look down and chuckle. I keep my eyes on Blaine. I notice the gel he wore on the first day here is starting to loose its effect, causing his curls to be pretty much untamed. And I think I like this hair this way better. It looks so fluffy and-
"You could have choose not to though," Blaine says quietly, causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "You could have just leave me there and let the mutt attack you. Anybody else would have done that."
"Blaine," I say seriously. "You know I would never do that to you..."
Blaine bites his bottom lips and looks down. "I know," he sighs. "I'm sorry. I must've sound stupid."
"No you didn't Blaine. I mean, you're just curious," I say, smiling softly the curly haired boy. I nudge Blaine playfully, "And another reason why I killed that mutt?"
Blaine looked at me in curiosity. "Yeah?"
"I like having you around," I say, grinning at the boy. "Plus, you're nicer than that jerk over there," I add, gesturing at a sleeping Sebastian.
Blaine's soft laugh causes the butterflies in my stomach to flutter. "Your hatred for him somehow amuse me."
I smirk. "Well, it's sort of impossible not to hate him."
Blaine rolls his eyes playfully and raises his hands. "Whatever you say," he says in mock surrender. There's a silence for a moment before as the two of us just sit there, next (and really close) to each other. That is, until Blaine says, "You know, you haven't really answered my question..."
I turn to look at Blaine, an eyebrow raised. "What question?" I ask in confusion.
"Well, you know," Blaine says slowly. "The one that I asked this afternoon before Sebastian and Alex came back. The one about me being oblivious."
"Oh, that one," I say, biting my bottom lip. "It's nothing, really."
"So," Blaine says. "If it's nothing, you wouldn't mind telling me, right?"
I roll my eyes. "No." I say.
"Why?" Blaine asks, rising an eyebrow slightly. He's walking faster as well, trying to keep up. "I thought you said it was nothing."
Taking a deep breath, I stop and turn to Blaine, "Look Blaine, I told you before, you won't get it. Just," I pause and sigh, "Forget about it, okay?"
Blaine doesn't say anything else. I turn my attention away from Blaine and close mu eyes. Finally he drops the subject...
"You're hiding something."
I turn around and find Blaine still standing on the spot he was before. If it isn't for the current conversation, I would laugh at how adorable he looks with his eyebrows scrunched together. "No I'm not," I say quickly. Blaine raises an eyebrow and gives me the 'oh-really' look. "I'm not!"
"Yes, you are," Blaine insists. "You're hiding something."
I groan exasperatedly. "I am not!" .
"Then prove it," Blaine says. He has his arms crossed on his chest. His hazel eyes are staring intensely into mine, challenging me to do so. "If you're not hiding something, then tell me why I'm oh-so-oblivious."
"I told you," I say for what feels like the millionth time, "You won't understand!"
Blaine snorts. "Try me."
I shake my head. "No."
"Kurt-"
"I'm not telling you."
"Just tell me."
"I love you!"
Silence falls between us. Blaine's eyes are wide, filled with confusion, surprise, and disbelief.
Well, he definitely didn't see that one coming.
I bite my lips. Mentally, I'm smacking myself. I shouldn't have said that. 'Love' is a strong word. Saying that might freaks Blaine out. And judging by the way he looks, he is freaked out.
Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut?
I take a deep breath before I continue, "The reason why I think you're so oblivious is because I've been dropping obvious hints for you these past few days," I pause for a while before I continue, "Well, at least I think I did... But point is, I've made it pretty obvious that I like you- and Sebastian have been doing the same thing as well! And yet, there you are, completely clueless about it. And it's just-" I sigh, "Look, I'm sorry for freaking you out. But I really, really care about you. And I just-" I trail off and sigh. I look at Blaine, who still remains silence. "I'm so sorry for being too forward and freaking you out. But I- I just-"
Suddenly, a hand- Blaine's hand- cups my cheek softly. I find myself staring into Blaine's hazel eyes. The same hazel eyes that somehow always manage to take my breath away. We just stay that way, staring into each other's eyes.
The next thing I know, our lips are attached.
To be frank, I'm pretty much dumbfounded. This isn't how I expect him to react to my confession. I was thinking that he would get so freaked out, he won't talk to me ever again. Or even calling the Alliance off. I wasn't expecting that he would kiss me.
Not that I don't enjoy it...
After my brain has manage to process what's really going on, I close my eyes and kiss him back. With a sharp breath, my hand touches his cheek softly. The way Blaine's hand holds my face gently. His soft lips caress mine tenderly. It just feels good and right.
For a moment, I don't care about anything. Not the fact that we're in the middle of The Hunger Games where the entire Panem Citizen are watching. Because right now, all that matters is that Blaine and I are sitting there, with our lips attach for the first time.
After what seems like forever, Blaine pulls away slowly. There's silence between us, he just stares into my eyes, and I stare into his. "Wow," I breath out.
Blaine chuckles, a hint of smile playing on his lips. "That was amazing."
"No," I shake my head. Blaine looks at me, looking at me with wide eyes filled with worry.
"It was... perfect."
Blaine sighs in relief, a grin on his face. "You scared me there," he says, chuckling softly.
I smirk at him. "So that's your way of showing me you're not freaked out?"
"Nah," Blaine says, a huge grin plastered on his face. "That's my way to tell you that the feeling is mutual."
Brittany Pierce, 18 (District 3)
Taking the watch is the best part of the Hunger Games. That's the only moment where I can be alone with Santana. Like yesterday, while the others are asleep, we were up, talking about home (and Lord Tubbington) or complaining about our pack mates (Santana does most of the talking). So when Puck announced that Santana and I will be the ones who take the first watch, I was excited.
Unlike last night, tonight we're just sitting side by side, cuddling in silence. It isn't awkward though, the silence. It's actually really comforting.
I'm staring at the sky. It's beautiful tonight, with stars sprinkled across the sky. But remembering the faces that appeared there tonight, and even more last night, I'm not really enjoying the view.
"What are you thinking of Britt?"
I turn to see Santana. She's staring at me with an eyebrow raised. I bite my lips, "Do you think our faces will appear?" I ask, "You know, on the sky?"
For a moment, Santana seems to be taken aback by the question. But then she rolls her eyes. "Of course not," she says with a confident smile, "We both know we're the best Tributes around."
"Matt was one of the best," I point out. "But he got killed in the bloodbath."
Santana shrugs nonchalantly. "He sucks," the girl simply says, causing me to frown. "I knew he wouldn't last long. He isn't much of a fighter anyway."
I bite the bottom of my lips and look down. "So does that mean my face will appear on the sky soon?"
"What? Heck no!" Santana exclaims. "Britt, look at me." I look up and stare at Santana's brown eyes. "You might not be a fighter, but you're definitely a survivor."
I blink once. "I am?"
Santana pulls me closer and I snuggle closer. "Of course you are," she says as if it really is obvious. "I mean, with the traps you made and all the other survival things you master, you'll go far by yourself." I look down as I feel my cheeks turn warm and my lips stretch into a smile. "Plus, you also got something that no other Tributes have."
I look at Santana and raises an eyebrow. "What's that?"
"Me," the dark skinned girl says confidently, making me chukle lightly.
"And I promise you, I'm not going to let anything hurt you."
I look at Santana right in the eye. "You would do that?"
Santana simply smiles and pecks me lightly on my lips. "Even if it kills me."
Mike Chang, 18 (District 10)
I am standing on a stage. From the view of the familiar buildings in front of me, I can tell that I'm at District 10 Town Plaza. The atmosphere is festive. The crowd are cheering and clapping. Some familiar faces are grinning, yelling "Go Mike!"
That's odd. Living one of the poorest District, there's nothing much for people to be festive about here. Unless...
As if to confirm my suspicion, someone announces. "Ladies and
Gentlemen, your Victors for the 250th annual Hunger Games!"
Cheers erupts from the crowd. Someone even wolf-whistles. I turn my head to my left and find both of my parents on the left side of the stage. I notice my father is looking at me with pride.
Suddenly, someone touches my right hand softly. My head immediately turns to the side. And I can't help but grin when I find Tina, my fellow Victor, standing beside me.
She interwines her fingers with mine, smiling as she does so. And, unexpectedly, she leans closer and kisses me.
The cheering grows louder. But I barely notice it, or anything for that matter. All I know is that Tina's soft lift is attach to mine.
"Mike," I suddenly hears someone says. Wait, the voice. Isn't it...
"Mike!"
I wake up with a start. I look around wildly and find Finn, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Sorry to wake you up," he says in hushed tone. "But Puck and Lauren are asleep. And it's our watch now" I blink "And, well... It's time."
Oh. Right. The plan.
I nod. "Okay then," I say. I stand up and walkover to my backpack. After making sure that everything I need is here, I sling it on my shoulder. I turn around and find Finn, his backpack on his shoulder as well.
With a nod, the two of us begin to walk away from the camp ground carefully, making sure that we won't wake anybody up. Then after a while, we break into a run.
And we don't stop until we're away from our former Allies.
Tributes Tracker-
District 1:
Sebastian Smythe
Sugar Motta
Mercedes Jones
District 2:
Noah 'Puck' Puckerman
Lucy Quinn Fabray
Lauren Zizes
District 3:
Arthur 'Artie' Abrams- Bloodbath death, Quinn's arrow
Brittany S. Pierce
Damian McGinty
District 4 :
Sam Evans
Santana Lopez
Hannah Mclalwain- Killed by Mutts
District 5:
Matt Rutherford- Bloodbath death,
Lindsay's axe
Sunshine Corazon- Bloodbath death, Quinn's arrow
Suzy Pepper- Bloodbath death
District 6:
Bryce Ross-Johnson- Bloodbath death, Puck's sword
McKynleigh Abrahams- Bloodbath death, Puck's knife
Pedlenton Thompson- Bloodbath death
District 7:
Finn Hudson
Lindsay Heather Pearce
Kurt Hummel
District 8:
Alex Newell
Ellis Wylie
Blaine Anderson
District 9:
Anthony Rashad- Bloodbath Death
Marissa Von Bleicken- Puck's Kill
Matheus Fernandez- Bloodbath death, Santana's knife
District 10:
Michael 'Mike' Chang
Emily Vasquez- Lindsay's axe
Gavroche Reighton- Bloodbath death
District 11:
Cameron Mitchell
Becky Jackson- Bloodbath death
Tina Cohen-Chang
District 12:
Jacob Ben Israel- Bloodbath death, Sam's trident
Rachel Berry
Samuel Larsen