Kurt woke early. The bright sunlight streaming through the badly torn homemade curtains almost blinding him. After letting his eyes adjust to the light around him he finally decided it was time to get up. As much as he wanted to stay in bed and sleep the day away he couldn’t. It was the day of the reaping and he knew what the punishment was for not showing up. He had only seen it happen once in his lifetime and he knew that was something he didn’t want to happen to him or his father. He finally pulled himself up from his broken bed which was now just a frame on the floor. The legs had broken years ago and as much as tried to fix it there was just no point. His whole house was falling apart no matter how many times he tried to fix it there was always something else.
“Kurt, can I come in.” A voice said from behind the door. It was unusually sad, which made Kurt feel even more terrified of the day ahead.
“Yes” Kurt replied trying to keep his voice as calm as he could. Slowly the door opened and his father entered the room.
“I have your clothes for the reaping.” Burt replied as he placed them down on the ground next to Kurt before he turned to make a swift exit.
“Dad” Kurt spoke up just above a whisper but just enough for his father to hear him.
“Yeah” Burt said turning around a bit too quick almost losing his footing.
“It’s going to be okay you know. I won’t get picked. I’m sure of it.” Kurt said as he picked up the clothes.
“Of course....You better get dressed we need to leave soon.”

The walk to the reaping area was deathly silent like it always has been over the years. Kurt had an amazing relationship with his father ever since his mother’s death but when the reaping came round it was like he was already in mourning for his son. He looked around to see all the adults were like this, like a bunch of zombies. He finally made it to the sign in area. After giving his father one last hug he signed in before heading to the boy’s area. He looked around him to see so many uncertain faces, who knows the boy standing next to him could be the next tribute.

He waited for about 30minutes before the reaping started. A fancy over the top dressed women walked out on stage followed by a few other people. After playing a little film to remind the citizens of District 12 why this event was taking place it was finally time for the names to be called. As usual the girl’s names were picked first, as this was talking place Kurt tuned out. He didn’t want to know who was picked. Then it was the boys turn. He lifted his head up a bit and looked around just quickly as he saw the boys around him slightly moving on the spot each with a terrified look,  many of them praying under their breaths that their names wouldn’t be picked.  
“Kurt Hummel” The women spoke. Kurt felt his feet collapse under him. The next thing he knew he was on the floor.
“Come on son” A guard said as they picked him up via his arms. They dragged him along onto the stage. Kurt quickly looked around to see if he could spot his father somewhere in the parents section but all the faces now were a blur. He couldn’t tell who anybody was or even if they were a guy or a girl. He was finally let go and found himself looking at everyone from the stage.
“Congratulations” The women said as she shoved a microphone in his face.
“Th...thanks” Kurt said as he turned round and went to stand next to his fellow tribute.
“These are the tributes from District 12 for the 70th Annual Hungers Games, May the odds be ever in your favour.”

Kurt was rushed to a little room. He suddenly snapped out of the daydream he had found himself in. What was he going to do? There was no way he was going to survive 5 minutes in this arena.  Suddenly the door burst open and his father slowly walked in taking his hat off at the same time. They both just looked at each other for a few seconds waiting for someone to speak up.
“We have 3 minutes.” Burt finally spoke before he grabbed his son and brought him into the tightest hug anyone could ever receive.
“You are going to win this because you are my boy and no one pushes the Hummel’s around.” Burt said as he felt his son grab onto his shirt bringing back memories of the day his wife died. Kurt had only been about 7 at the time. He the moment his wife died Kurt grabbed onto his father and wouldn’t let go in fear of losing him. It only took until the next reaping for him to finally be let out of Burt’s sight.
“You really think so?”
“Yes of course”
“Please Dad don’t lie to me. I know I’m not going to win this thing.”
“Don’t say that.” Burt said pulling his son tighter. His eyes now filled with tears, the first time since his wife’s death.
“Don’t give up now. You are just as good as anyone else, don’t let them tell you any different.” Burt said as he finally released his son.
“I had to watch my best friend die in the games I’m not going to see it happen to my son.” Burt said as he placed his hands on Kurt’s shoulders.
“What?”
“When I was 9 my best friend John he...he got picked for the games and....no I’m not telling you the story I will tell you when you get back to me after you win this thing.”
“I...”
“Promise me you will try? I’ve seen people give up in them games and I can’t think about losing you.”
“I promise Dad” Kurt said as he grabbed his father’s hand. He knew he was right he couldn’t just give up.
“Times Up” One of the guards said as they opened the door again to signal to Burt it was time to leave.  
“I love you so much.” Burt said as he kissed Kurt’s forehead and hugged him one last time before being led out.
“I love you to Dad.”