Author's Note:

Hey!

So I've had this HG/Klaine AU crossover thing idea for like months and so I finally wrote it down on paper a couple weeks ago. There were many drafts of the first chapter, and I'm still working on it as I go.

But this is basically a new one for you. As always, the pairing is Klaine.

The official summary:

What if Peeta had swallowed the berries before Katniss could stop him? What if she was crowned the 74th Hunger Games victor and the reign of President Snow raged on? In the 99th Hunger Games, Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson are reaped and sent to the Capitol to fight to the death against 22 other tributes for the victor crown. When Kurt the Career and Blaine the Victor Blood meet for the first time and fall in love in the midst of everything, they are thrust into the arena. And this time, there is no Nightlock to cheat them both out of the arena alive.

I'm sure there are a lot of holes in my story that I'm too lazy to fill, so I'm sorry.

But enjoy. If you don't understand some things, want to ask me just random questions, or send me hate mail, ask me on my tumblr (daltonacademywarblerette) or it will be answered in later chapters (if the question is related to the story).

*Oh, and the Hunger Games song, "The Hanging Tree" will be more relevant as the story progresses. I know exactly what I'm gonna do with it.

**Oh, and if you haven't read HG but you're still reading this fic... you're like... stupid. Go read the book cause you won't get anything

WARNINGS: Violence and language.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee, Hunger Games or Suzanne's and RIB's characters.

At the base of Katniss Everdeen's "memorial" statue, Blaine sat picking at a slice of bread his mother gave to him to eat before he ran out the door. No one was outside at this time because today was a "special" day.

Today was the Reaping.

Blaine shivered at the ominous silence of the town square. The merchants and store owners closed their shops and kiosks. The houses had their curtains drawn. Nothing but the knots in Blaine's stomach were with him now.

On Reaping days, no one would ever leave their houses except for Blaine. People thought it ran in his genes, since no one else before Blaine would be out except for none other than Blaine's late aunt, Katniss Everdeen. Now it's only Blaine wandering the district and beyond, since Katniss died in the Quarter Quell.

"Hey."

Blaine looked up. Rachel Berry, his older half-sister, patted his shoulder and sat down next to him.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked her.

"Mom wanted me to come find you. She wants you to come home and get ready."

Blaine quietly groaned. "I don't wanna do this." He whispered.

"We have to, Blaine. We're Victor Blood. They watch for us every year. They'd notice if we're not there—"

"I know, I know, I'm going to the Reaping! I just… I hate how they can just do this to us—to all of us! It's inhumane. It's so sick."

"I know, Blaine."

"And I hate how it's harder for us, you know? Just because we're Katniss' niece and nephew doesn't mean that our names have to be put in more times than the others. Fucking Snow."

Rachel pinched his arm. "Keep it down! I don't wanna get in trouble!" She whispered sharply into Blaine's ear.

"Sorry!"

"Blaine, we have to go." Rachel stood up and brushed at her soft peach dress that was a hand-me-down from their mother. Blaine followed in suit and took his sister's hand. She squeezed it and they walked away from their aunt's statue toward their small home in the Seam.

In the District 12 square, Blaine stood with the other 16-year-olds while Rachel stood with the 17-year-olds. They made eye contact and nodded to each other with reassuring smiles.

Effie Trinket exited the Justice building, flamboyant as she had been 24 years ago when she reaped Katniss and Peeta. She mounted the stage and took her place at the podium. As soon as she started talking, Blaine stopped listening and concentrated on keeping his body still. He looked over his shoulder at Rachel. He could tell she was singing in her head. The way her eye brows were scrunched together, her eyes squeezed shut, and her hands clenched tightly meant that she was concentrating really hard on blocking out Effie's voice with the quiet lullabies their mother used to sing to them at night when they were children. She was probably singing her favorite. She sang it day and night, when things went bad, and when she was happy. It was her song.

Are you awake, child?

Go to sleep.

Escape reality, go to sleep.

It is better in your dream.

Are you awake, child?

Go to sleep.

Are you awake, child?

Go to sleep.

Sweeter living in your sleep.

Things will be better, just trust me.

Are you awake, child?

Go to sleep.

Are you awake, child?

Go to sleep.

All your secrets are safe with me.

Evil is wished away and hope is here to stay,

Are you asleep, child?

Sweetest dreams.

Finally, the corners of Rachel's lips rose a tiny bit. She was happy.

"And now," Effie sighed, catching Blaine's attention. He looked back up at her. "It is time to reap our girl tribute!" Her manicured hand reached into the glass bowl full of white strips of paper. 12 of those strips had Rachel's name on them. After a suspenseful and agonizing minute of Effie mixing the bowl of names with her fingers, she finally pulled one out from the bottom of the bowl.

Blaine closed his eyes. Don't say Rachel Berry, don't say Rachel Berry, don't say—

"Our lovely girl tribute is… Meredith Mossle!"

Blaine exhaled in relief because Rachel was safe. Rachel was gonna live another year.

Meredith, a baby-faced 14-year-old mounted the stage and stood beside Effie. Her whole frame was shaking.

"And now it's time to reap our dear boy tribute!" Effie announced.

Blaine's heat started to beat faster. His slippery palms clenched and unclenched as Effie twisted her hand around the inside of the bowl. She pulled a slip out.

"Our dear boy tribute is…"

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut.

"… Blaine Anderson!"

"Ladies and gentlemen—I give you your ninety-ninth Hunger Games District One tributes, Xeva Blackabee and Kurt Hummel!" Roverabella Dehramiss said to the audience gathered in the district square. Deafening cheering echoed through the square as the animated district escort with flaming red hair gestured for Kurt and Xeva to shake hands. Kurt flashed a dangerous smile to the cameras perched on the building rooftops—a smile that said "I'm coming for you, Capitol." Kurt took Xeva's stiff hand and gently squeezed it. Xeva blinked her eyes against her tears.

Kurt shook his head at her foolishness. Being reaped for the Games was nothing to cry over. Ever since he was 10, he had been taught that the Hunger Games were an honor to be in. Being the mayor's son, he was taught that the Games were a result of selfish people who were fighting for meaningless things—things that weren't right and beneficial to the rest of the rest of the nation. Kurt felt that the districts deserved to be punished for what they did.

He never understood why they were an honor though, until when he turned 12 and finally had his name put in the tribute pool. Kurt realized then that he was fighting to prove something. He was fighting for what he believed in. Personally, he wanted to tell Snow that he agrees with him—that he's on his side. The Games are an honor to be in because Snow is basically Kurt's hero. The Games were created by snow's bare hands. Kurt felt lucky to be apart of it.

Xeva was still crying after she and Kurt said their goodbyes in the Justice building. She was wiping at her eyes when they met the Capitol camera crews at the train station platform. Kurt patted her shoulders awkwardly, trying to look like the sweetest person in the world. But as soon as the train doors closed, Kurt yanked Xeva's arm.

"What's wrong with you?" Kurt demanded. "Have your parents taught you nothing? You're lucky you're a tribute. I know so many people who would kill to be you right now."

Xeva whimpered at the word "kill".

"Such a baby." Kurt muttered as Roverabella entered the car with their mentor.

Bronze was a tall man with dark eyes. His hair was a character on its own while his chin was covered by stubble. His famous scar stretched from his left ear down to the corner or his mouth, making his mouth pull up into a small half smirk. He pointed at Xeva.

"Stop crying. When they see how weak you are, you'll be the first to kill." Bronze handed her a handkerchief. Xeva took it but clenched it in her hand instead of bringing it to her eyes.

"Well at least one of you looks capable enough to make it though the first night," Bronze sighed, looking Kurt over. Kurt smirked. "Okay. One or both of you will be dead by next week, give or take a day. So my job is to keep both of you alive as long as possible. So here are the ground rules. One: listen to what I tell you or else you're gonna get your ass sliced up like a mother-fucking orange. Two: don't be a brat or else I'm gonna be the one to slice your ass up like a mother-fucking orange. Three: don't ever become allies with someone I don't approve of, cause then it's your stupidity that gets your ass sliced—"

"Yeah, like an orange, we get it," Kurt interrupted. "Move on—"

Bronze slapped Kurt. "Don't be a smartass, kid. You just broke the brat rule."

Kurt clenched his teeth and his fists and looked back up at Bronze with dagger eyes. Bronze ignored him and continued.

"And one more thing—actually try to survive. You'd like to see your family again, right?"

And with that, he turned and went into his room, locking the door behind him.

*Slipped in a little Anderberry for ya there. I just love the idea of Blaine and Rachel being siblings, even though they sucked face in BIOTA. Ignoring that so I can dream.

Reviews please? What do you think of it so far? I'm thinking that this story will be at least 20-25 chapters.

But for now, if you get bored of waiting for this story to update, read my other stories if you haven't, or read the stories that I didn't post on here that I did post on scarvesandcoffee. Check them out, I'm still DCEverett on there scarvesandcoffee(.net) if you are not familliar with the site, it's a fanfiction website that's dedicated exclusively to Glee's couple Klaine. If you're a shipper and have never been on that site before, check it out.

~Lots of love