A Dangerous Game
Chapter Three: Practice Makes Perfect
The next morning, Kurt and Rachel were awoken before the sun was even up to go to their group training session. Sue didn't exactly tell them what to concentrate on, although she had warned Kurt to stay away from the sai swords, as apparently those would be the weapons that would best fit his talents. It was still early to show their advantages: "Keep them guessing," she had said.
So while Rachel went to the fencing trainer, Kurt moved off to the survival training areas. The first one he came to was meant to show him which plants were safe to eat and which ones were poisonous. Kurt whizzed through this as he had often snuck into the fields surrounding his District to gather food. Although, there were only a few that he was not familiar with, so he just memorized the edible ones so as not to confuse himself.
The boy from District Three and his sister were at the next station. Kurt almost moved on, but something made him kneel next to them. Blaine looked up from helping his sister start a fire. Kurt's heart fluttered when Blaine's golden-brown eyes meet his. "Hi," he managed to squeak out, "I'm Kurt… you're Blaine, right?"
Chelsea looked at each of them, neither of which had taken their eyes off each other, smiling. "I'll go see if I'm any good at shooting a bow." She hurried away, casting glances over her shoulder at her distracted brother.
Blaine hummed an agreement, eyes still locked with Kurt's. "Blaine. Yeah, I'm Blaine," he gushed, "Nice to meet you, Kurt." They shook hands.
Kurt cleared his throat, forcing himself to look down at the matchsticks Blaine had been trying to start a fire with. "To simple for you?"
"What?"
"District Three invents new technologies for the Capitol, right?"
"Oh yeah," Blaine laughed, running a hand over his gelled hair. "Yeah, you right. I guess I'm bad at this."
"No," Kurt said a little too quickly, not comprehending how the perfect Blaine could be bad at anything. "You just don't have the knack of it yet. Let me show you." He took the match from Blaine's hand, shivering with pleasure when their skin touched. Within seconds a warm flame was flickering on the end of the match.
Blaine smiled, "Wow, thanks. I'm really hopeless. But I have to try to make sure Chelsea wins."
"I wish you both the best of luck," Kurt said, adding "May the odds be ever in your favor" then instantly regretting it. Somehow it felt more ominous then comforting.