Unforgivable Mission

CHAPTER 1

By Klainer0801

*I do not own The Hunger Games, Glee or any of the characters* - I Wish! :)

So now that I've finished 'McKinley Halls', this is the next big fic I will be working on! I hope you will all really enjoy it as much as you did with 'McKinley Halls'! I have some really good ideas for this one and can't wait to get into it :D

This story is mainly Klaine but will contain some other ships too, including Britanna, Tike etc :)

This will be eventual T/M rating and contains all kinds of Fluff/Smut but also –obviously- a LOT of angst! Our beautiful boys are in for a hell of a ride!

So read, enjoy and review! Let me know what you think so far!

Blinking slowly, Blaine allowed his eyes to adjust to the light, spilling in from outside. Silence filled the room around him, creeping up on Blaine as he lay in bed. The quiet wasn't unusual, after all, living in District 9, surrounded by grain fields was about isolated as you could get. Today, however, the silence didn't seem quite right…

It hit Blaine as he sprung up out of bed: Today was the reaping.

"Do you want any butter, darling? It's a special day."

"Thanks Mum."

"Chin up Delilah, you'll be fine. I promise."

Blaine heard the conversation as he ran down the rickety stairs, pulling on his tattered jacket as he went. The tense atmosphere was evident as soon as Blaine entered the room. His mother passed some toast over the wooden table, offering a sympathetic look his way.

Blaine thanked her and proceeded to sit on the chair next to Delilah's, placing a comforting arm around her shoulders.

Everything always seemed darker and denser on the day of Reaping. Outside, the sun was repeatedly being stolen away by huge dark rain clouds which always hurt him the most. Blaine's toast sat on his plate, looking particularly unappetising. His stomach turned as he saw the rich butter beginning to slide and melt into the homemade bread.

Glancing up, he saw his mother's worried expression as she wrung her hands. He smiled as truly as he could manage and took a bite of his toast reluctantly. Blaine's mother returned the smiled but turned around swiftly, pretending to busy herself as her eyes welled up with tears.

The teenage boy closed his eyes as he felt the familiar feeling of his heart splitting in two. This happened ever year, after the Reaping was over of course, they all went back to the house happily, thankful they had been spared.

Blaine and his sisters name had only ever been in the draw once every year since they were 12, Delilah's only twice and Blaine, a total of 6 times. They had always managed without tesserae, although not easily. Their father, being the District Deliverer, was hardly ever home and so he was provided food by the other districts when he gave them goods.

Of course, because of this, the odds were in Blaine + Delilah's favor. It's never very likely that they will get chosen but there is always that small chance… and everyone knows; that chance could lead to your certain death. Nobody in District 9 had gotten past the bloodbath in over 40 years.

"How are you feeling today, sweetie?" Blaine asked quietly, giving Delilah's shoulder a small squeeze.

His sister looked up at him through her long eyelashes and offered a small sad smile, "I'm fine… as good as you can feel on the day of Reaping I guess." She paused shortly before adding, "What about you?"

Blaine laughed slightly, trying to ease the tension, "Same here. You've got nothing to worry about." And placing a chaste kiss to the top of her head he added, "Now, eat that toast up before it goes cold."

Squeezing both his mothers and his sister hands as they walked along, Blaine stared ahead at the queue they were about to join. This was the start.

They joined the end of the queue hurriedly, their mother giving them on last embrace before she left.

"I hate this. I hate all of it. I can't-"

"Delilah," Blaine interrupted, "I know… no of us like it. Just – Just try to stay calm ok? We'll be fine."

Blaine noticed the strange looks they were getting as Delilah's voice gre louder and louder; even some of the peace-keepers heads were starting to turn in their direction. Blaine placed an arm around his sister, bringing her closer and paying with her long, light brunette hair.

"You don't know that…" Delilah declared, her scowl never leaving her face, "Even so, two people from our district will be sent to their deaths today!"

Blaine squeezed his sister's shoulder and sent her a serious warning look but she continued, getting louder every second, "What would you do if it was Rose from next door or… or little Jimmy from school?!"

"Delilah!" Blaine exclaimed loudly, spinning her around and kneeling so they were face to face. He then spoke in a quieter comforting tone, "You have to stop. This is the same every year darling, It's only because I care about you so much. As I said, nobody likes this… but we have to accept it."

Someone clearing their throat brought Blaine's attention back to reality. He looked over to see the peace-keeper at their desk raising an eyebrow, clicking the pin (used to prick their fingers) menacingly in her hand.

Both Blaine and Delilah stood straight and walked slowly over, taking their turns in registering. Blaine had to hold back his protective urges to hit the peace-keeper in the face as she gave a disapproving look when Delilah jumped after the pin entered her finger.

"Can you see Mum?" Delilah asked, sucking the small cut on her fingertip and standing on her tip-toes to see over the crowd.

Blaine scanned the vast amount of people gathered around the outside of the area, "No, but keep looking."

Blaine helped his sister find her place before the screen before he found his own. They were all arranged in age and gender so he felt slightly odd standing next to his ex-boyfriend from when he was young and carefree.

He missed those days when he could sit with his father, mother and baby sister by the fields and the words 'Hunger Games' were never even mentioned. They could play and be free without having to live each year like it was their last.

It shocked Blaine to fin he hadn't even listened to the whole of the introduction speech and video by Candice, District 9's tributes escort. It's not as if they need to watch it every year, nobody is going to forget why we have the Hunger Games.

Just then, Candice dressed in gigantic bright blue trousers which matched his hair and a spiky purple top, accessorized with outrageous gold jewellery and heels, trotted over to the front of the raised platform.

"And now… we shall announce the female tribute from district 9 for the 57th annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favor!" said Candice, with way too much enthusiasm and excitement in his voice.

Blaine felt the atmosphere drop to a new low as the overdressed male placed his hand into the dome full of slips of paper. Crouching to see through the crowd, Blaine spotted his sister, checking she was ok and noticed she was exchanging smiles with their mother. A similar smile grew on Blaine's own face as he watched. That was until he heard the name that was called.

"Delilah Anderson!"

He heard his mother's desperate cry and he saw Delilah's face crumble before his very eyes. Blaine prayed for someone to volunteer but nobody said a word. He tried to speak out but could form no words. Delilah got closer and closer to Candice, every pair of eyes watching her as she went. Blaine willed his legs to move but nothing happened, his mind was wiped blank as his own silent screams filled his head. Then everything stopped.

Opening his eyes, Blaine met his mothers, which were filled with pure pain and horror. He noticed everyone around was staring at him, burning their gazes onto him, all with the same awkward disbelieving looks.

"Come on! Up on stage… where are you? Blaine Anderson?"

All the feeling rushed back through Blaine's body at once and reality punched him square in the face. His feet, although reluctant to move earlier, automatically sent him on his way towards Candice and Delilah.

Blaine's sisters and mothers screams hit him at once, cutting through him like a knife. He saw Delilah running full seed towards him, her cries of pain and desperation piercing his ear drums as tears began to stream down both of their faces. As soon as she was in Blaine's arms, he held her tight, making a silent vow to himself; a simple promise.

"Now, that is a surprising coincidence! What a twist this is! My my… Brother and sister as District 9's tributes!" Candice's voice rang around the area, but no-one was listening anymore.

Blaine lifted his head and turned around to see his mother collapsed on the floor wailing n agony, deep heart wrenching cries from the depths of her chest. The other parents around her looked as if her pain was physically hurting them too.

Blaine made to run towards her but at that moment, he heard a familiar voice pushing its way through the crowd.

Panting and screaming, Blaine and Delilah's father hit the floor beside their mother, holding her close and kssing her forehead with comforting words. After a few moments his gaze met with his children's' and Blaine saw the life die in his eyes as he realised after today he would never see one of them, maybe even both alive again.

Their father looked up to Candice with a look that could kill and balled his fists up tightly. He took a deep shaky breath before storming over, pushing through onlookers like they were non-existent.

"These are my children! Both my children! You can't do this! THIS is –" his words got cut off suddenly by two peace-keepers restraining him… but other voices joined his protest. Soon, many of the crowd, even some of the children had started to shout abuse at Candice and the peace-keepers.

Blaine's breath got caught in hi throat as he and his sister were lifted off their feet and carried towards the doors at the back of the platform. Blaine writhed but couldn't get free, no matter how hard he tried. He could do nothing but shout, so he was damn well going to use it to the best of his ability.

"Mum, Dad, District 9?! Never give up and never forget! I love you all so much and I promise you… The Capitol will not get away with this! I say fuck the Capitol! Even if it's the last thing I do, I will make sure Delilah wins this!"