"So, Rachel, how did you feel when you were reaped? Scared? Nervous? Excited?" Caesar asked Rachel at the start of their interview.

Brody told Rachel the day before to act bashful and arrogant at the same time, because no one would expect bashfulness from a District One girl, but the arrogance would make them think she wasnt pulling all the answers out of her ass.

"Well, I was very surprised, I never wouldve thought I would be so lucky to be reaped! Now I can represent my District the best I can." Rachel lied through her teeth. Truthfully, she never wanted to be reaped. She was one of the few girls in the District who actually didnt want to be reaped.But here she was now, and she could finally put her acting skills to use.

"And nobody volunteered for you? Usually from Districts One and Two, people are stampeding for a chance to volunteer!"

"I guess everyone knew I would be the best choice!" Another lie. Rachel was actually pretty sure everyone was glad that she would die. Everyone hated her and was never hesitant to show it.

"And what makes you the best choice?" Caesar asked at the edge of his seat.

"Youll just have to see in the arena! I dont want to be giving all my secrets away!"

"On another topic, is there anyone back home?" The way he said anyone made it sound like he meant it in a relationship way.

"Well, there is this guy. His name is Finn. I had a crush on him since, like, forever, and on the train he came up to me and said that he liked me back and gave me a necklace." Rachel said blushing slightly.

"A necklace, huh?" Caesar paused. "Do you have it on right now?"

"Yes, actually, I do. Would you like to see it?" She asked, hoping she would have a chance to show it off.

"Lets see what the audience thinks." The audience cheered loudly.

Rachel scooped up the necklace from in her dress. "It has a star on it because stars are my thing. I always put a star next to my name when I sign something."

"Why stars?" Caesar asked.

"Its a metaphor for me being a star."

"I see. Well, were almost out of time. Best of luck, Ms. Berry, and I hope to see you after the Games."

Rachel stood up, and gave Caesar a hug. And scene. She thought to herself, laughing at the lame joke.

...
Kurt strutted to his chair, knowing the audience would love him. He had rehearsed over and over what he would say and how he would say it, and he knew he was ready.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel. How about we start with a few basic questions?"

Kurt smiled. "Of course, Caesar, and call me Kurt."

"Tell us about your family back home."

He said basic! This isnt basic! This might take up all the time they had! Why this question?! "Well, my mom died when I was nine, and me and my dad kind of just held on until about a year ago, when I was seventeen, and my dad got remarried to a very nice woman named Carol and she has a son named Finn, so for the past year, weve just been a nice, happy family." Kurt mentally sighed in relief. He had given an absolutely sugarcoated version and skipped over practically everything, but he wasnt crying or anything, so he considered it a victory.

"Finn? Like the Finn that Rachel was just telling us about?" Kurt felt his blood go cold. He hadnt watched her interview, but she had probably talked about how they were an item. This was the one thing he wasnt prepared for. Talking about Rachels relationships.

"Yeah, but he isnt only known as Rachels boyfriend. Hes also known as the quarterback, a great singer, Frankenteen... I could go on and on." The audience laughed.

"Frankenteen?" Caesar asked curiously.

"Hes really tall, so thats what people call him."

"I see. So do you think you have a good chance of winning this years Games?"

"I think I have a great chance." He said, for once not hesitating, and speaking completely honestly.

"Well thats all we have time for, so good luck, and I hope to see you again after all this."

"Thank you, Caesar, I hope to see you too." Kurt said, walking away.
...
About half an hour later, Santana got her cue to walk out onto the stage.

She nervously sat down on a very comfy chair, taking in her surroundings. This year Caesar had gone all purple, and it actually didnt look too bad.

"Hello, Ms. Lopez, are you excited to be in the Hunger Games?"

"I guess, but seeing as theres a very slim chance that Ill survive past the bloodbath, Im not pumped." The audience laughed.

"Well, I think you have a good chance of winning. You have the fighter spirit."

Santana laughed. "Thanks, but there have only been five winners from Twelve, so I think my chances are pretty slim." Besides Mark Undersee from the 32nd Games (A/N yes, Im making this up. So sue me.), Haymitch Abernathy from the 50th, Katniss and Peeta from the 74th, and Will Schuester from the 83rd, all Twelvies had lost abysmally every year.

After another two and a half minutes of contradicting Caesar, he finally said, "Thats all we have time for, so I wish you good luck, and I hope to see you in a few weeks or so, after this ends."

"You too, Caesar," Santana said truthfully. His craziness had surprisingly grown on her.
...
Blaine slowly walked over to a comfy looking seat. This chair is probably more expensive than my house! Blaine thought to himself as he sat down, running his hand across the armrest of the golden velvet chair.

"Mr. Anderson." Caesar said in greeting.

"Mr. Flickerman." Blaine said in return.

"How are you enjoying the Capitol so far?"

"Well, its... different."

"And how so?"

"Its definitely more colorful." Blaine smiled, thinking of all the crazily dressed people hed seen so far that would definitely return in his nightmares.

Caesar laughed loudly, the audience joining in. After a minute of awkward small talk, Caesar asked the question. "Is there a girl back home?"

Blaine felt himself pale slightly. "Uh, no, not really." He said, awkwardly laughing.

"Well, youre an attractive boy. Im sure there must be someone."

"Well, there mightve been. If I wasnt gay." It was true. There have been a few girls who have asked him to be their boyfriend, but every time he had to tell them he liked boys, and for the next few weeks, he would have to deal with the ridicule from homophobic douchebags and the cycle would repeat.

Caesar looked stunned. "Oh. I see. Well, if you win, Im sure youll have to fend off the boys with sticks."

Blaine bitterly laughed. "Yeah, if I win." He knew he shouldnt act like this and ruin his chances of sponsors, but he couldnt help it. He thought the Capitol would maybe be okay with gays, but judging by Caesars reaction, they clearly werent.

"Thats all we have time for, so good luck, and I hope to see you afterwards."

Blaine walked over to Will and April, not expecting them to look so cheerful.

"You did great!" Will said, smiling.

"I did?" He asked uncertainly.

"Yes! The audience always loves a good love story, so to them the fact that youre gay will be what makes this years Games!" April said, looking a little tipsy.

"Oh, okay... I guess..." Blaine said, not paying much attention anymore as his gaze had shifted to a very sullen looking Santana. She was sitting in a chair at the other end of the room, arms crossed and staring at Blaine, Will, and April. When she had noticed Blaine saw her, she quickly looked away.

Blaine walked away while April was in the middle of a sentence, although he had no idea what she was saying anyway.

"Hey," Blaine said, sitting down with Santana.

"What do you want?" She asked angrily.

"I just want to talk." He raised his arms in mock surrender.

"So talk." She answered, her words dripping with venom.

"Well, after tonight, we may never see each other again, so I think we should talk about... stuff." Santana knew perfectly well what Blaine meant by stuff, and hated what had happened between them. They used to be friends and now they were going to be thrown into a situation where they would probably both be dead within the next few days, and she was friend-zoned by the guy she was in love with.

"Nope. We are not talking about this, Anderson. You had your chance two days ago and you blew it. We are not doing this." Santana crossed her arms and walked off. "See you in the arena."

Blaine sighed, wondering why she had to be so difficult.