Kurt was laying naked on a cold steel table. His stylists were taking in his body and it was hard to not feel self conscious when three strangers were taking in every inch of your body. Sure, Kurt had a great body, but he felt like a piece of choice meat. 

"Ah! You have such a beeeee-autiful body!" They had very strong accents so it was hard not to laugh when they spoke. But, it would be rude to laugh, and in District One, children learn manners from a very young age. Also, they couldve plucked out all of his leg hairs if he laughed at their accents. 

"Sapphire, your stylist, will be ready for you in a minute." They left. He waited for Sapphire on the table. 

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Santana lay naked on the table. Her stylists were ogling her unashamedly. She was flattered, but she was extremely irritated. Theyd been staring at her body for the last half hour and she needs her beauty treatments done! She needed her eyebrows waxed, legs shaved, hair washed, and other things that she thought were pretty weird, like a sugar scrub: doesnt sugar give acne? It must be a Capital thing. 

She cleared her throat. That got their attention. They finally remembered what their job was. "So we should start with the mud mask,"

Ew. A mud mask? Gross. Another Capital thing probably. 

After a lot more disgusting treatments, her stylist was ready. 

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Blaine laid on the freezing table, wanting nothing more than to put on some clothes. His stylists were being professional, though. Thank god. 

"So first, were going to wax your legs!" Blaines eyes widened. What was so bad about leg hair? Besides, he was probably going to be wearing a black jumpsuit that covered his legs. District Twelve definitely didnt win any awards for originality. 

Blaine was holding in his screams. Who knew some hot wax and fabric could hurt so much? Blaine knew one thing for sure, though. He was definitely never getting waxed again. 

"Your stylist, Babyfoot is almost ready for you." 

Babyfoot? What kind of name was that? He (or she) was probably one of the really crazy people of the Capitol. 

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Brittany was thinking of Lord Tubbington. She missed him so much. She was remembering the day she met him when she was jarred out of her thoughts by an extreme pain in between her eyes. She opened her eyes to see a piece of white fabric with little blonde hairs on it. They had taken away her little squirrel of warmth between her eyebrows! How dare they?! She was about to yell at them before she felt the same thing on her legs. Damn, that hurt!

She was sick of holding in her screams, and was about to verbally abuse them, when they stopped hurting her. They were washing her hair now. There was a little sting but not nearly as bad as the fabric. They finished her hair and told her they were done. She was about to get up, but they told her to stay there and wait for her stylist. She hoped the stylist was sexy...

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Marley was grabbing the sides of the table. She was in immense pain. She wanted nothing more than to die. This was horrible. At home, in District Four, she was happy being a little hairy. Nobody noticed or said anything if they did. It was nice to have a little body hair to keep her warm when it got cold. It never got freezing where she lived, but still...

"All done! All you needed was a little hair removed. Your stylist, Zsa Zsa, will be ready in a minute."

She was breathing heavily. That was a little hair?! God, that was painful. 

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Rachel was laying calmly, occasionally flinching a bit. She was used to the painful beauty treatments. She mightve fallen asleep during the treatments. It actually felt nice in a painful way. She was humming Defying Gravity. She was actually having quite a nice time. She was sad when they were finished. Now she had to meet her stylist, Barbie, who was probably a dumbass. 

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Sebastian only had to be inspected and beautified for around ten minutes. Thank god. Even though it was only a few minutes, waxing hurt. Badly. 

"Wait for your stylist here. I hope youll find her... Satisfying..." So he yelled at them a bit. It hurt. They started it. Maybe hell just yell at everyone in the arena and theyll get as scared as the stylists. Ha. Yeah, right. 

He waited patiently for his stylist. 

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Tinas body was being inspected by three crazy looking people. Theyre treatments were even crazier, though. Its hard to remember the names to some of the treatments. 

After a lot of pain, her stylist was ready. 

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Mike was in worse pain than hed ever been in. He tried to think of his happy place, but it was hard. There were lots of happy places, now that Tina was in his life. There were two years worth of happy places. But hed finally thought of his favorite. 

He had his arm around Tinas waist. They were walking to fifth period. He looked down at her and saw she was smirking a little. God, she was sexy. He pushed her into a stall in the girls bathroom. They were making out when she started playing with his zipper. He looked at her. 

"Are you sure Tina?" He had a reluctant look on his face. But also a... Hungry one. The truth was, ever since hed met her, hed been having sexual thoughts with her in them. 

She nodded, biting her lip nervously. 

They made love in a bathroom stall. It didnt matter though, because that was both of their first time and they were together. 

"Mike? I love you." Tina looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

"I love you too" He said, smiling at her. 

"Your stylist is almost ready for you."

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Babyfoot walked into the room. She looked surprisingly normal. She had dark blonde hair with hot pink streaks pulled into a side braid and blue gray eyes. She wore hipster glasses and a tight shirt with skin tight jeans. She wore crazy makeup though. Not nearly as crazy as Capital standards, but crazy for the districts. 

"You can call me Deena or Babyfoot. Deenas the name that my parents gave me. I dont even know why people call me Babyfoot, actually."

Blaine was staring at her hot pink eyelashes, fascinated. He was staring so intensely at her lashes that he had no idea what she said, so he just stared at her blankly. 

"Hmmm... I think... Well go with the traditional coal. But with a twist." She smirked at him and went to work. 

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Barbie walked into the room. She had platinum blonde hair, big blue eyes and a perfect body. Rachel instantly hated her. 

"Hi! My name is Barbie. Im gonna make you look fabulous! Or well... Ill do the best I can." She wrinkled her nose, and looked at Rachels nose, looking disgusted. Rachel blushed slightly. 

"I think Ill, like, make you look like a present."

"Excuse me?" Rachel looked at her blankly. 

"Gold, ribbons, everything!"

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"Hi!"

Kurts heartbeat sped up. He had been laying down, being quiet and she just popped up out of nowhere. 

"Holy shit! Where the hell did you come from?!" He sat up, his eyes wide. 

She laughed. "Um, that door." She pointed to the door that she had she had obviously come from. 

"No, really?" He glared at her, with his voice oozing sarcasm. 

"My names Sapphire. Im your stylist. Im also not as dumb as I look or act." She gave him a half smile. 

She had dark blue hair, and dark brown eyes. She had crazy makeup and clothes, but her calm personality shone through. 

"Youre gonna look amazing when were through with you." 

"Dont I already?" He said playfully and smirked. 

She laughed. 

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A black man with gold eyeliner walked into the room, disturbing Santanas thoughts. 

She raised an eyebrow. "So? What are you planning on doing to my poor defenseless body?" She said the last part sarcastically. 

He smiled. "You dont even know me. What makes you think Id do something to your poor defenseless body?" He spoke with the same amount of sarcasm. 

"I dont need to know you. You work and live in the Capitol. Youre a stylist. Youre a dude. Anything else I need to know?" 

He laughed. "I think I know exactly what to do with you. Oh, and my name is Cinna."