I hate this. I absolutely hate this. I hate having to play this part of his girlfriend when I absolutely hate his guts. Always have and probably always will. I only do it for the extra money because the few modelling gigs I have and my Sommelier job at Capitol Bistro doesn't quite cover my bills, Prim's medical school, and mother's meds and therapy.

The beauty tech is finishing powdering my nose as my agent, Haymitch, walks in, holding a mug of what I can only assume is Irish coffee because he's never not drinking. "Ready sweetheart?", he tries to contain his laughter about my obnoxious look.

"I guess", I scowl back at him as I get up and grab the clothes that he's picked out. Thankfully this gold dress is a little more conservative then the strapless, plunge neckline black top and tight leather pants he had me in for last month's shoot for shampoo. I normally just wear my hair in a braid while on shift so have my hair flowing freely was a nice change I guess. I slip on the dress and grab the black stilettos he's so fashionably paired to complete the outfit. I'm very thankful I don't have to walk too far in these things because I might break an ankle. "You just had to pick the stilettos to slut the look up because the dress wasn't good enough, huh?"

"Oh sweetheart, you know me way too well", he laughs and walks out the room. I follow him scowling and trying not to trip. I might be a three-year model veteran but I don't walk runways or in heels. Immediately entering the interview room, I feel his presence. Or should I say his voice. His baritone voice echoes through the whole room and he has Caesar Flickerman and his agent Cato Greene howling over some joke he told. His grin reaches from one sea blue eye to the other.

"Ah, there she is! My beautiful girlfriend, Katniss", Peeta's voice booms across the room as he walks towards me with his arms outstretched. He's wearing a fitted black button-down shirt with matching black slacks, completed with a silver tie. His hair is a curly mess, apparently just the way he likes it because no one is allowed to touch his hair except for him. I'm so well-trained from my somm job that a wide smile comes to my face and my training from Haymitch, I force a blush at his compliment.

"Aw, only for you Peeta", I say as I try to not look like an inebriated person, as I strut, almost stumbling to him. I place my hands around his neck and he places his on my waist. He brings me in a for hug and whispers in my ear, "can you only be drunk when you're around me now?". The room must think he's whispering sweet nothings, so I just smile and pull back to look him dead in the eye and say my "thanks" to him and plant a rehearsed gentle kiss on his cheek.

Everyone in the room thinks nothing of it except our agents and Peeta's teammate Finnick. He only knows because he walked in on Peeta fucking a prostitute a few weeks ago and he had to tell him the truth about our "relationship".

"Alright, you two love birds let's get this interview started!", Caesar says, gesturing us over to the couch while he sits in his chair. This isn't our first interview together but our first with Caesar. He's notorious for picking a part "fake" relationships that are so prevalent in Panem's Capitol right now. We both have bonuses from our agents if we successfully get Caesar off our tails thinking this is a fake relationship. I straighten out my dress, gracefully take my seat next to Peeta, kick off my heels and curl up next to him. Just like we rehearsed he leans back into the couch and throws his left arm around me and places his hand on my ass. This catches me off guard and I gasp up at him. He has a wicked smile on his face, which I'm sure Caesar picks up on. Peeta chuckles and moves his hand to my hip and starts to slowly caress my side. I relax again and am ready for Caesar's questions.

Some director yells for quiet on set and the set lights turn way up, making my dress shimmer, I'm sure of it. "Alright Caesar, in 3, 2", the director points at Caesar for him to begin the interview.

"Tonight on 'Interviews by a Flickering Fire', I have the hottest couple of the year: Star outfielder and slugger for the Capitol Careers Peeta Mellark and his stunning model and professional Sommelier girlfriend Katniss Everdeen!", Caesar gestures towards us and I smile toward the camera as Peeta kisses the top of my forehead. "Well aren't you two just the sweetest!", Caesar gushes over us and I relax even more, praying that he's already convinced that we're so deeply in love. Caesar can smell fake couple from a mile away and has outted three in the past month. Haymitch and Cato made us both watch the episodes to ensure we weren't outted. Peeta was the one that suggested we watch the episodes together and come up with a game plan to be good to go. I thought he was crazy but maybe not because it's working so far.

"So, Peeta, the country and especially the Capitol has noticed you make it big in the outfield of the Careers this past season. You crushed 45 home runs, led the league in RBIs with 125, were selected to your third consecutive All Star game, helped the Careers to make the playoffs for the first time in twenty years and to top it off you were named MVP of the Even District League! How's it feel to be doing this well at such a young age?", says Caesar with his wicked smile still plastered on his face.

Peeta chuckles a little before sitting forward, shifting me off his shoulder. I sit up straight as well and place my left hand on his knee while my right hand plays with the hair on the back of his head, gently though because he'd have a fit if I mess it up too much and I can't cause too much of a scene. I can feel him tense at the gesture and it makes me smile knowing I've annoyed him just enough, so I move my hand down to the lower part of his back.

"Well, I'd like to say it was completely me, but my teammates really helped me through this season after the trade from my hometown team the District 12 Miners. I've really only known District 12, so the transition was tough but Finnick Odair got me through. Plus, I was able to meet up and finally ask out my beautiful, talented and very intelligent girlfriend", he looks over to me and gently kisses me. These are the types of kisses, the gentle, slow and lingering pecks that make me question why I hate him so much. He leans his forehead on mine and I breathe in his cologne almost forgetting were at an interview. Sadly, that meeting part of our story is a lie. We more or less were both dragged in to this to help boost Peeta's like ability and my model career since it was slumping.

Peeta just so happened to be at the bar of Capitol Bistro with Cato, just a day after Haymitch and I had it our about my career. I thought I was done after that conversation. Haymitch overheard Cato scrutinize Peeta for being a womanizer and already being caught with a prostitute a week into being in the Capitol. The fans weren't going to like it, and neither was the team going to allow it to continue. Being the genius that he is and the fact that Cato and Haymitch work under the same agency firm, they hatched the plan a week later. Little did they know, we actually knew eachother and I couldn't stand him. I didn't know how he felt about me but from the last words we spoke with each other were met with shoving, I didn't think he'd like the idea either. The meeting was met with apprehension on my part. Peeta might have been willing to do this if I was but ever since I voiced my disdain of this prospect, he rejected it too. We couldn't get out of it because both our agent threatened to drop us completely and I was going to miss out on the rest of my contract and couldn't do that to Prim

"You guys have been the talk of the town since Peeta was traded here in May!", Caesar practically screams at us and I try my best to not jerk away from Peeta. We're playing Caesar so well I'm almost convinced were a couple right now. "Now, I've heard the shorten version of your 'story' but Katniss, do tell how you fell for Peeta!", Caesar asks while batting his eyes at us.

Peeta again leans back into the couch, stretching out his arms and says, "Ah, yes, babe do tell! I love this story." I roll my eyes at his use of babe and am reminded as to why I hate Peeta. He's arrogant and too cocky for his own good. I believe he was just lucky to be where he is today. The one game District 12 Miners recruiters were there to see him play was at the district championship at District 12 Central High. He hit two home runs and stole away the game winner for the other team. He then trained with the Miners during the summer months, when he was home from Panem University at District 12, where he helped them to two national championships. Okay, maybe he isn't just lucky, but he urks me to no end that he thinks he's Mr. Perfect and its been this way since high school.

"Well, Caesar, Peeta and I met, or should I say collided when we were, uh what about six years old?", I question towards Peeta and he nods. I don't need to do this, but I do it for effect to make it seem like its been forever that we've known each other. "Right, I was picking dandelions on the recess field because I thought the yellow color was really pretty. Peeta was playing tag with a couple of his friends, when he tripped over me because he was yelling over his shoulder that someone couldn't catch him", I chuckle and look back at Peeta because this part is true. He tripped over me and broke his forearm on the ground.

Peeta nods and adds, "I even broke my arm! I guess you could say I've been falling for you ever since." The whole room starts to laugh at his joke while I just roll my eyes, I hope playfully because I'm seething inside about his stupid joke.

"Anyways, we didn't actually speak until he came back to school late the next day. He yelled at me about how he wasn't able to do anything at recess now for six weeks and I yelled right back about how he ruined my dandelion patch! We started shoving each other because who knows why, and the teacher had to pull us apart and told us we weren't allowed outside for recess for a week!", I exclaim trying to act really pissed over the situation because I was really upset over those dandelions and he never actually apologized. That fight was the last we spoke before meeting up this past May.

Peeta chimes in because this is how we rehearsed it. "I thought that week was going to be absolute torture because I loved the outdoors, even if I was only sitting but especially since I had to sit in the classroom with a girl who, you know, had cooties", he says while squishing his face with the word 'cooties', "However, that was the week, I fell in love with the most stubbornly intelligent girl there is. She wowed me with her math skills that she didn't want to show me at first and this girl could draw the best flowers. But the thing that won me over was her singing. She didn't know it until I told her when we met back up in May, that I heard her singing to herself while I had asked to go to the bathroom. I could have sworn the birds outside had stopped to listen to her as well. That was when I knew I was a goner and I promised myself I would do anything to have this girl as my wife one day", he gushes while rubbing my hand. The room has gone quiet and like always I'm captivated by the story because a majority of it is true except the singing part. I'm absolutely possible he never heard me sing until we were in high school. It completes the cuteness factor of the story though if it happened then.

"Oh my god! That is one true love story! What happens next? Did you date before college? Why wait so long? Oh! I have so many questions!", Caesar is just about out of his chair, smiling like an idiot at us. I guess our story is working because he never acted like this on the episodes he outted the couples.

"Peeta and I were two completely different people. We talked throughout our school years now and then, but he was a star jock and I was in choir. Our worlds never really met. But I kept my eye on him. I went to every game, granted I was signing the national anthem but I used it as an excuse to watch him play", I say as I elaborate to Caesar. "It didn't help that our schedules never crossed so we didn't have classes together. But we said hi in the halls and he would always compliment me on my singing after the game. He signed with Panem University at District 12 to play baseball and I was set to go to school here in the Capitol as I accepted an academic scholarship", I say trying to speed this story up because I'm over Peeta caressing my back and I need out of this constraining dress.

"I dropped out of Panem University at Capitol Mountain when I discovered I was really good at blind tasting wines. I took some classes, started waiting tables at Capitol Bistro and am now a certified sommelier with them. Haymitch, my agent, was a regular of the Capitol Bistro and slipped me his card for a modeling gig a few years back and now, I guess, I'm doing pretty well for not completing my engineering degree!", I laugh and patting Peeta's knee to try to make him stop rubbing my back. I don't think he's doing it on purpose because the pat shakes him out of some type of trance. "Through the years, though, I kept an eye out for Peeta to play his first game with the Miners and was extremely happy for him when he hit a homerun his first at bat! I was even more excited for him to be traded here to the Capitol to play for the Careers because there could be a chance I could see him again and I could tell him how I really felt about him", I gush, looking up into his sea blue orbs, thankful this story is almost over.

"And what did you tell him?", Caesar almost falls out of his chair with excitement and if this doesn't seal up my bonus I don't know what will.

"Caesar?" I say questioningly.

"Yes?", Caesar says with the excitement of a little kid in a candy store.

"Some times private words like telling someone you love them should be kept quiet because those words were meant for Peeta's ear and his alone because he's the only one I love and have loved since the day I caught him swaying with his eyes closed to me singing", I say. I fold back into Peeta has he rubs my side again. I close my eyes for added effect because I know we nailed this interview and that bonus is going toward a nice bottle of wine for my tasting seminar next weekend.

"Well I'll be damned! You guys are so in love! I just have one last question!", Caesar exclaims. I keep my eyes close and nod as Peeta asks what his question is.

"Peeta, when are you proposing? It just seems that's the way your headed, am I right?", Caesar questions. My eyes fly wide open because this isn't a question we've been asked nor a question that has ever been asked on Caesar's show. I feel Peeta squirm a little and I can only assume he's thinking what I'm thinking: he knows were faking. "Oh, have I asked a question you guys haven't yet? I'm so sorry, I just thought that's where this was headed! Peeta even mentioned he's wanted you as his wife since he heard you sing! My bad completely", Caesars says almost too slyly.

We're both sitting up right now, just barely touching. I can tell Caesar is about to wrap everything because the director is again present by the camera. I jump a little when Peeta starts talking, "Caesar. Not to be rude but I didn't exactly plan for this to happen here." Peeta starts gesturing toward Finnick and I'm for only a brief second confused as to what he's doing.

"Oh my GAWDDD!," Caesar yells and I must have the most shocked face on because this is a surprise to me, what he's doing right now was not planned, and I know I what I have to say.

Peeta has returned with the ring box which I didn't even know he possessed but thinking of it his agent probably had one purchased a month into this ridiculous act. He gets down on one knee and says, "Kat, I have loved you since you sang the Valley song some twenty years ago. You complete my life by pushing me to be a better man", horse shit I think. How long has he been rehearsing this? "I know you could have another man but for some reason you've chosen me", he continues, and he's got that right. I do have another man and he treats me ten times better then he ever could. "I'd be lying if I said you need me. But the truth is I need you and I want you to be in my life forever more. So, Katniss Everdeen, my love, will you make me the happiest man on earth by becoming my wife?" He pops open the ring box and the size of the diamond in the box has to be worth two cases of 1982 La Romanee. I hesitate slightly and shake my head because this is unbelievable. Peeta starts to frown and his brows start to furrow because of my hesitation.

"You idiot", I whisper. I believe only Peeta hears and no one else. I start to nod my head yes and allow the tears to flow. Not because I'm over joyed, because we're about to dig a deeper hole into this act that's going to be a lot harder to get out of. I drop my head into my hands, as I continue to nod my head yes. Peeta creeps closer to hug my and whispers, "I didn't know what else to do."

"We're all waiting over here for her answer!", Caesar says all to happily.

Peeta turns around with his arms still around me and I lift my head. "I said yes!", I say through the tears with as much gleefulness as possible. The place erupts with joy when Peeta seals the proposal with a passionate kiss that almost makes my knees buckle. Before I know it, I'm engulfed in a hug from Caesar, Finnick and I think Cato. Caesar breaks away to close the show and I hear the director yell cut. I have a few producers surround me to gawk at the ring and congratulate me and I want to hit Peeta with his baseball bat. Haymitch is no where in sight, probably off looking for alcohol, which is probably the only thing I want more than hitting Peeta upside the head.

AN: Oh what will Katniss and Peeta do? The next chapter will be in Peeta's perspective and will pick up right after. There will be flashbacks included in this story and will be indicated with italics. If you have any questions on some of the language and what a sommelier is just let me know! Hope y'all enjoyed this! (and yes chapters and the title is based off of Taylor Swift song's)