A rush of cold air hit Kurt’s body as he was forced to lie down on a table completely naked ready for a group of people to give him a makeover. He tried to cover up what bit of decently he had left but gave up after he was told to place his hands at his side. No one had ever seen him naked expect his father from when he was a baby so to have a bunch of strangers now looking and working with his body he had never felt so awkward in his life. He just laded there and closed his eyes humming to himself as he felt hands everywhere.

He must have fallen asleep at some point as he was awoken with a violent shake.
“Put this on” One of the male staff shouted as he was thrown a blue robe. Kurt quickly did as he was told before he was led towards a small room just over the hallway.
“You will wait here for the stylist” The man said as he shut the door behind him leaving Kurt in a small empty cold room. He sat himself on table waiting for his stylist to appear.       
“It’s going to be okay” Kurt said to himself as he adjusted his robe. Suddenly the door burst open and a middle aged man appeared. He was very tall guy who a tailored green suit, his hair was also green to match.
“Up” The guy shouted as Kurt suddenly jumped from the table and stood perfectly still as he felt a pair of eyes examining him.
“Turn” He shouted again as Kurt did as he was told and slowly turned on the spot.
“I’m Albert and I’m your stylist. You will wear what I say you will wear.” The man spoke in a very deep and scary voice which sent a shiver down his spin.

Kurt could feel his heart beating madly in his chest. In the next few seconds he would be paraded out for everyone to see like a prized donkey. He felt like one that was for sure, his outfit was a simple black miner’s suit which was extremely tight around the bottom area and loose on his chest as some of the buttons had been removed to show a simply white shirt. He had a miner’s helmet on his head and giant boots that were too heavy to walk around in. The parade needed to be just right, one mistake and the whole capital could hate him and then he wouldn’t stand a chance of surviving. Standing in his hideous costume he knew he would have to do a lot to make the crowd love him.
“Good luck district 12 you’re going to need it in that outfit” A boy said as he walked pasted Kurt in his own costume which was very roman like and very gold but it fitted so tightly that Kurt was sure he could count each and every ab that he had. He may have stared at him for a little too long as he got nudged in the ribs by his fellow tribute.
“Hey what was that for?” Kurt replied as he rubbed his stomach to stop the pain.
“You were staring at him.” She said as she was helped on to the carriage.
“District 2 right?  Kurt asked as he followed her on.
“Yes and his a career.” Heymitch said as he came back towards them with bottle in his hand.  He had only just meet him earlier that day as on the train ride he was to drunk and spent all the time in his room sleeping.
“Really must you drink?” Kurt replied as he tried to stand as far away from Heymitch as he could. He could smell the alcohol from where he was standing on the carriage.
“Really must you be so annoying?” Haymitch laughed as he left the area.
“Idiot” Kurt muttered under his breath. He had no chance if this was what his mentor was going to act like during the games. Suddenly he could feel a pair of eyes on him he looked up to see a few carriages ahead was the boy from District 2 just staring at him. Kurt didn’t know what to do but gave him a faint smile and looked down at the horses that would be pulling the carriage.

The noise got louder as they were slowly pulled towards the door, each carriage in front of them slowly disappearing into the darkness of the tunnel.
“Good luck Kurt” The girl next to him spoke as he smiled gently back at her.
“Good luck Lavender.” Kurt replied.

“Here they are the tributes of the 70th Hunger Games and don’t they all look amazing. Each tribute in a costume that represents there District.” A voice over the speaker spoke.  Kurt might have laughed a little too loud when he thought that District 2 must be the perfect abs district. After quickly pulling himself back together he quickly felt a rush of air hit him as they were pulled outside to the crowd. So many faces, they quickly blurred into one as they were pulled along. Kurt wasn’t really sure what to do. Should he wave? He quickly put his hand up in the air and waved to the crowd who were throwing flowers and other items. For one second everything felt perfect, the crowds cheering him, people throwing roses he felt like that maybe people would love him.

Before he knew it they had made it to the end of the runway. He looked to his left to find the boy from District 2 was right next to him and once again was staring at him before snapping out of his own daydream. He looked towards the balcony on the building towards them. Somewhere up there was President Snow.  After a minute or so the crowd started to settle down as Snow walked towards his microphone.
“Welcome Tributes, Thank you for your courage and your sacrifice and I wish you a Happy Hunger Games and May the odds be ever in your favour.” That was it with a sudden tug there carriages were moving again and away from the busy crowd. They were brought back inside to where they had original got into a line. Just as Kurt was getting off he felt a sudden tug on his arm as he was led away. He tried to stop but his body wasn’t having any of it. He followed the arm up with his eyes eventually leading to his face. It was the boy from District 2.
“What...where...”
“Shh quiet” He whispered as he suddenly found himself forced into a little room that he was pretty sure was just for keeping the cleaning equipment in.
“What are you doing?” Kurt whispered back as he stumbled against the wall. Every part of him should have been telling him he wasn’t safe and that this guy was going to kill him any second but strangely he felt safe around him which was definitely not a good thing.
“I needed to talk to you and it needs to be quick.” The boy said as he kept a look out before closing the door behind them. Kurt quickly found a light and turned it on.
“Why?” Kurt replied as he now realised that the other boy was pretty much pressed against him since the room was so small, his abs poking against his stomach.
“I...I don’t know something just told me I should.”
“Oh...umm I’m Kurt by the way, Distr....”
“Kurt Hummel from District 12 I know. I’m Blaine Anderson District 12.”
“How did you know?”
“I asked my mentor....I...I’m sorry I have to go I shouldn’t have brought you here you are my rival and you’re going to die and...and...” Blaine said as he tried to move before his hand found a spot on Kurt’s chest. They both looked down with surprise in their eyes before Blaine quickly removed it and left the room.
“Wait” Kurt said but to no reply. Unsure what had just happened he left the room and watched Blaine slowly walk back towards his group. He looked like he was shaking.
“Kurt there you are”