Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games and its characters; the same can be said for Glee. I do, however, own this story and all of my original characters sooo, yeah.

Moore Info: Yeah, so I've had this idea rolling around in my head forever that just wanted to get out, and yeas I realize that I already have a story in progress that I will continue; this just had to been done to prevent my turning insane.

I am going to be using the book and the movie for the Hunger Games to help me out. However, some things will be changed and some will stay the same, so please bear with me. Oh, and a heads up for those who have never read a story by me. I suck at grammar, so that's another thing you might have to bear….so sorry in advance.

Chapter One

Quinn Fabray of District 12 wiped the sweat from her brow and onto her dirty white shirt, leaving black coal smudges to join the identical ones on her work shirt. She had just gotten done with her night shift at the mines that started at twelve midnight and ended, usually, at twelve noon. However, today was a special day to those who were sick bastards.

Today was the annual reaping for the 74th Hunger Games, and because of this Quinn was making her way out of the rundown, grey, wooden building that was the mining headquarters for the Seams and into the somewhat busy streets an hour and a half early to make her journey back home so she could prepare for the reaping.

Quinn let out a tired sigh as she walked down the cracked and littered streets while taking off her worn work gloves and tucking them inside the front of her jumpsuit that lazily hung around her waist.

Today was quiet, which wasn't unusual for the Seams, but it was more so today because of the event that would be held in only a couple of hours. One girl and one boy, between the ages of twelve and eighteen, will be chosen today to fight to the death in a programmed arena. There was nothing that District 12 could do but watch on in sympathy as they tried to ignore the cries of the child's parents and the numb look the child would wear as they stood up on stage and stared out into the rest of District 12 for all of those watching all over the world to see.

She hated the games with a burning passion, more so than others; for it was six years ago today when her older twin brother, Samuel, had been reaped at their very first reaping where he later died a brutal death during the games.

When that ridiculous looking woman had excitedly called out her brother's name, Quinn could only stop and stare in horror as he reluctantly walked up and onto the stage. Till this day, Quinn still felt guilty. They were twins; she was the same age as her brother. If she hadn't of frozen in shock, she could have volunteered herself to take his place as Tribute. It was something that would always haunt her—her being the twin that lived.

With her jaw clenched at the thought of her brothers reaping, Quinn continued walking with ever more vigor, passing up the tired and worn faces of her people the further she went. It was when she passed the abandoned warehouse that was the Hob, a place where one could buy and sell illegal items, when someone came running up from behind her and suddenly bumping into her shoulder, causing her to stumble a little to the left. However, that someone, with her long brunette hair in messy a one braid, kept on running and only gave her a quick sorry when she glanced back at her with the most beautiful eyes that Quinn had ever seen that caused her to stop and watch the girl continue on down the street.

Though it was a quick glance, those pale-gray eyes were now burned into the blonde's memory. Who was that girl? Quinn thought with a slow blink of her eyes as she continued to stare in the direction the girl had just disappeared to, replaying the moment over and over again in her mind.

The blond was brought out of her trance when a baby's sharp cry pierced the quiet air, and with a shake of her shaggy head, Quinn took a step forward only to stop suddenly when she felt something from under her right boot. Lifting her foot, Quinn saw a flash of gold. With a raised brow in curiosity, Quinn crouched down and picked up the small, circular object that she discovered to be a Mocking Jay pin. The girl with the beautiful eyes and one braid must have dropped it in her hurry to get to where ever she needed to be, Quinn thought hopefully. If this pin was in fact the beautiful eyed girl's, then that gave Quinn the perfect excuse to seek her out and to see her again—to see those eyes again.

With a nod of her head in agreement with her plan, Quinn stood and pocketed the pin before continuing her journey home, wanting to get the dark covering that every coal miner got from off her skin.

After walking for an half an hour, the miner found herself walking through the front door of the house she shared with her mother, whom appeared to not be home after a quick inspection around the small house. Continuing on through the house after closing the front door, the miner walked into her room where she promptly kicked off her dirty work boots carelessly onto the wooden floor. She then proceeded to take off her jumpsuit, but not before taking out the golden pin she still had stashed inside her pocket and placing it on her cluttered desk that was filled with drawings of the many faces that resided in District 12.

Sadly, the girl with the pale-gray eyes wasn't amongst the many drawing, but Quinn was sure that had she seen the girl previously on one of her rare days off, which she spent outside sketching, she wouldn't have been able to concentrate on drawing the beautiful girl because she would have been too preoccupied by being captivated by her.

She wondered what her name was as she left her room and entered the bathroom—a luxury that very few in District 12 could enjoy, especially when one lived in the seams; one of the poorest sectors. She continued to take off the rest of her clothes before entering the shower and turning it on so that the water they had in a tank ,which was securely locked in their backyard, could come through and rain down on her and wash away a layer of hard work that hadn't crusted over. She imagined that her name would be beautiful just as the girl was herself, it was only right for it to be so.

She spent thirty minutes in the shower just rubbing her skin raw when normally she would have spent fifteen minutes, seeing as the water in the tank wasn't unlimited. She learnt early on that getting coal completely off your skin wasn't an easy task and that after a while some of it would even become a somewhat permanent fixture. She already had a small, gray patch on her neck that didn't seem to go away no matter how hard she scrubbed, and a lot of smaller ones that weren't nearly as noticeable; they were scattered on both of her arms.

Knowing that that was the best she was going to achieve, Quinn exited the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack that her mother always made sure was there. She thoroughly dried off her hair and body before wrapping it around herself and exiting the bathroom and to her room, all the while kicking her dirty clothes along the way with her.

After kicking her dirty clothes over to join the rest that was already in a pile on the floor, the blond went over to her small closest and open it to pull out a white dress that had a blue sash around the waist; it was the dress that she wore for the past two reaping's. With a frown, the blonde flung the dress onto her unmade bed before going to the large, wooden crate that was resting on the floor of her closet behind three pairs of dirty work boots, and pulled out a white sports bra (the only kind of bras she owned) and matching briefs before putting them both on.

Once that was done, the miner went back over to her dress and pulled it over her head before putting her left arm through the arms right hole then the right. No sooner did she get her whole arm through, a loud sound that could not be mistaken as tearing fabric, pierced the air. Startled, Quinn quickly took off her dress to examine it; there was a newly made gaping hole in the dresses right armpit that went down a few inches. Letting out a growl in aggravation, the blonde angrily threw the dress down on her floor before placing her hands on her hips in thought.

What the heck was she going to wear now? That was the only nice thing she had to wear to the reaping and it had fit perfectly just last year. Granted, a year ago she hadn't taken up mining as a way to help with bills; meaning a year ago she didn't have as much muscle as she did now. Neither she nor her mother had any kind of sowing skills, and even if they did, that still wouldn't fix the fact that the dress had felt tight on her when she had tried to put her arm through. Who's to say that the dress wouldn't rip again? She couldn't wear any of her shirts because she had worn them all to work in and because of that, they all had stains on them, and she couldn't wear any of her mother's clothing because they were too small—her dresses would stop just above her knee caps, which would look ridiculous on her.

"Here, I think this will fit you quite nicely." A voice said softly behind Quinn at the entrance of her bedroom. Turning her head the young blonde sees her mother just inside her bedroom door with a powered blue dress shirt that looked familiar to her and faded, black jeans. They were her father's clothes. "Besides, I think you'd be more comfortable wearing these than that tight dress." Her mother said as she handed them to the blonde before going in deeper into the room to pick up the thrown dress and folded it over her arm; she'd have it sowed so that some other girl, who may fit it better than her daughter, can wear it.

Looking down at the clothes that she now held in her hands, which had previously been her fathers; the memory of him came rushing through her mind.

Her father, Russell Fabray, and her mother had been so devastated that night when they watched her brother's murder on screen right before their eyes. After that horror, something inside of Russell just snapped and he had stormed towards the town square where the large jumbotron was present, and preceded to through large bricks at it, causing the jumbotron to explode in electrical confetti.

That was last time that either Quinn or his wife had seen the man; by now, he was either an Avox or dead, but Quinn knew better. Her father was a strong man; there was no way that they would have allowed him in the capitol with the kind of strength that he possessed. Quinn knew that her father was dead.

With a deep, shaky breath, Quinn brought herself back from her reminiscing and began to dress herself in her father's clothes while her mother watched on from her bed. Once she had the dress shirt buttoned and her jeans fastened, she went back to her closet and grabbed one of her work boots that had been recently washed off and began to put them on as well.

After both of the boot laces' were laced, Quinn stood and went over to her desk and rummaged around until she found her hair brush which she used to brush her hair. She took her time, knowing that as soon as she was done there would be nothing else left for her for her to do to distract her mind from thinking about today's upcoming event. She was dreading hearing the moment where the bell tower would chime five times at noon—it was always five—telling her that it was time for all the potential tributes and their families to gather in the square.

"Quinn, honey, come over here so I can take a look at you." Judy finally spoke into the silence since she gave Quinn her husband's clothes to wear to this evenings reaping. The whole time she had watched her daughter get ready, all she could think about was how she had done this very same thing exactly six years ago with her son, Sam. The same fear she had felt that day was still present, only now it was more intense seeing as her greatest fear had become a reality already once before. And now that she's lost not only her son, but her husband as well because of the Games, the very thought of losing another one of her loves terrified her.

Turning around to face her mother, Quinn saw that the woman was watching her with red eyes, "Aw, Ma," Quinn sighed as she crossed the room and over to her mother to pull the woman into a strong hug. Quinn buried her nose into her mother's hair as the older woman clutched onto her father's shirt; her shoulders were shaking in tune with her silent cries. Closing her eyes, she could feel the sting of tears herself; Quinn silently vowed to never have children.

After a few minutes of them holding one another, the miner's mother finally pulled back and wiped her face, ridding away any evidence that she had been crying.

"I'm just so glad that this will be the last year your name will be entered—that I won't have to worry about you ever being reaped in next year's Quarter Quell." Judy said hoarsely as she placed a shaky hand gently on one of the blonde's cheeks. Everyone knew that the Quarter Quell's were the worst kind of games. There were always more tributes, harsher arenas, and much more blood.

Quinn gave her mother a small smile before pulling her back into a hug, "Everything will be fine, okay Ma? After today, you won't have to ever worry about me being reaped." The younger blonde told her mothering soothingly as she rubbed the woman's back, trying to ease the fear she had seen in the woman's eyes.

Let us pray that you are right. Judy thought to herself as the sound of the tower bell chimed five times.

It was time for the reaping to begin.

Moore Info: Annnnd scene. So what did you guys think? Love it? Hate it? Meh? Either way, leave a review of what you thought, and if you think I should continue or not.

Next Chapter: The reaping.

Rae out!