The two weeks had gone quickly for Kurt. He hadn't spoken to Blaine since the kiss. The only time he had seen him was during training but when he tried to make contact Blaine would run off to some other section asking for help. Kurt felt like his heart and his head were in a war. He wanted to run up to Blaine and give him the biggest kiss ever but he knew he couldn't. The capital wouldn't like it same with tributes.

Kurt had become pretty good with throwing knives over the course of the two weeks training. This was going to be his special skill he decided as he made his way up to get judged. This was important, the number you get here would be the difference between life and death. He knew if you had a low score then it would be harder to obtain sponsors which he knew were vital.

He waited for his turn and when he was finally up he felt his hand begin to shake. Cussing himself under his breath he walked into the room to find a group of men standing around drinking. He finally made it to the centre of the room before announcing his arrival.
"Kurt Hummel District 12" He said gaining their attention. He walked over the table holding the knives before picking up 3. He walked to his spot in front of the target.
"You can do this Kurt" He whispered to himself as he placed one of the knives into his right hand. Eyeing up the target he threw the knife. He watched as it flew to the target in what felt like slow motion. Bang, it hit the target knocking it slightly. The knife got a good position not a head or heart shot but if it had been a tribute it would do some serous damage. He went to throw his other knife and this one was straight to the heart.
"That will do thank you" One of the men in the crowd said as Kurt turned around nodding in agreement. He quickly placed his last knife back on the table before leaving.

He waited around in the lounge area of their apartment. He was nervous for the scores. He had just hoped he had done enough. The TV suddenly turned on and Caesar Flickerman appeared on the screen. Slowly they went through the tributes and what score they had received. Blaine popped on and of course he got one of the highest scores of 10 points.
"Kurt Hummel with a total of 7"
"Wow" Kurt said as he slightly shocked.
"Kurt, 7 points! That's good." Lavender said as she hugged him.

It was finally the night of the interviews. Kurt finished putting on his suit. After getting good lucks from everyone on his team he went and stood in line. Since he was from District 12 he of cause was the last one out. He took a glance up the line quickly spotting Blaine. His suit was tight and his jacket arms were pulled up just above the elbows. Kurt looked away again before he did anything silly. He took a couple of calming breaths and watched people go up one at a time for their spot.

Finally it was Kurt's turn, he was pretty sure the butterflies in his stomach were having butterflies of their own. He straightened up his tie before he walked out onto the stage. He walked up to Caesar the host for the evening. His suit was a dark purple and his hair and eyebrows were bright yellow.
"Kurt Hummel everyone" Caesar said as hugged Kurt tightly before showing him to the chair.
"So Kurt tell us how are you finding the capital?" He asked.
"Well it's certainly different to back home...a lot brighter." Kurt replied as he looked at the audience who were hanging onto his every word.
"So tell me do you have a girlfriend back home?" Caesar asked as he leaned closer to him.
"Umm well..." Blaine stuttered as he looked off stage. Images of Blaine running though his head.
"I...I... no I don't" Kurt finally spoke as he put his head down in shame.
"Well I tell you what when you win this thing you will be fighting them off with a stick." Caesar laughed making Kurt feel sick.
"I don't really think so" Kurt said.
"Oh come on your a good looking guy." Caesar said as the audience burst into applause in support making Kurt blush.
"So I heard your pretty good with a knife"
"I guess you could say that." Kurt laughed.
"Well I wish you all the best out there. Kurt Hummel everyone" Caesar said as he grabbed a hold of Kurt's arm pulling him up and bowing to the audience.

Kurt rushed off stage. Slightly sweaty from the lights. Thank god that was over. He caught Blaine just down the hallway looking at him, his eyes were sad, like he had already died inside. Kurt looked away he needed to talk but not here.

Finally everyone had gone to bed. Kurt decided that he would go to the roof top one last time maybe just maybe Blaine would be up there but he was disappointed when there was no sign of him. He looked at the area where they shared their first kiss. After about an hour he decided to call it quits and go to bed.

The morning was a rush. He had his final meal in the tributes apartment before heading out to catch there ride to the arena. He got showed to his seat as they grabbed his arm and put a microchip in it.
"Arm" One of the service people said. Kurt quickly looked to his left seeing that Blaine was sitting next to him, his arm out ready for his chip.
"Blaine?" Kurt said as he looked at him.
"Please Kurt not here." Blaine pleaded, refusing to look at him.
"We need to talk." Kurt whispered.
"No we don't. You are my enemy and in a few hours you are going to be dead. I promise it will be quick and painless." Blaine chocked. Kurt could tell it wasn't what he wanted to say or meant he could tell that Blaine wouldn't harm a single hair on his body. Kurt looked at Blaine's hand it was shaking. Kurt didn't really know what to reply with so he just looked away.

The whole ride was silent. Everyone in deep thought expect for the careers that seemed to be having the time of their lives. Smiling and occasionally mentioning who they were going to get first. Finally they arrived and Kurt was lead to a room with a tube. He was given his coat before being instructed to get inside the tube. As he did he felt himself start to shake.
"I love you Dad" Kurt said to himself as he was slowly raised into the arena. The sunlight blinding him for a few seconds. He took a quick look around to see the cornucopia just a few yards ahead of him. He looked around to see a few broken trees. In the distance he could see what looked like ruins.
"30...29...28...27...26" The voice spoke giving Kurt the creeps. He looked around at all the other tributes. Should he run and try his luck at getting hold of a bag and weapons or should he just run away from here?
"19...18...17...16...15...14" Kurt felt his heart beat increase. He found Blaine who was ready to pounce.
"10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2..." The gap between 2 and 1 felt like years to Kurt as he planned out his actions in his head.
"1" A loud bang rocked the arena signalling the start of the games.