Knock, knock

"Wake up, its time for breakfast," came a voice through his door.

"Okay, mom-" Kurt said, before remembering that he was on a train to the Capitol and not in his room back home. 

He was ecstatic. 

"Just a minute!" He shouted, excitement filling his voice.

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"Come on down for breakfast, hobbit!" Santana yelled irritably, standing in front of his bed. "The foods getting cold!"

"Fine. Just a minute," Blaine sighed, breathing heavily. 

"Well hurry the hell up!" She yelled before storming out. 

Blaine say up in bed, trying to get over his nightmare. He had it a lot. It started with-

"Hurry up!" Santana called. 

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"Wake up, Rachel!" 

I opened my eyes slowly, seeing Kurt Hummel in front of me. 

I rolled over and curled up under the blanket, only to get smacked by a pillow. 

"Come on, Rachel!" He said, jumping on me. 

"Fine!" I yelled, pushing him off the bed. 

"Well fuck you too. This is designer," He was laying on the floor, his clothes probably already covered in dust. 

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Santana stood in front of Blaines bed and watched him sleep for a bit. He just looked so cute, his mouth slightly open, blanket half off, and his shirt was rising up a little, showing off abs that she had no idea were there. 

Then, she remembered the delicacies that were for breakfast. They were getting cold. "Come on down for breakfast, hobbit! The foods getting cold"

He sat up suddenly, and was breathing heavily. Santana found herself wanting to hug Blaine and help him calm down. She almost walked over and gave him a hug, when she remembered that she was Santana Lopez. Santana Lopez never hugs, never notices anyones emotions, and never falls in love with hobbits. Ever. 

"Well, hurry the hell up!" She stormed out, before she could run over there and kiss him like there was no tomorrow. 

"Hurry up!" She yelled from the hall and went down to breakfast. 

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"Wake up, babe," Tina woke up to a kiss on her forehead. 

"Wha... Where..." Tina was extremely confused. She wasnt at her house, she wasnt at Mikes house, and it seemed they were in a moving vehicle. "Mike, were we kidnapped?"

"No, Tina. Were in a train on the way to the Capitol." He was holding in a laugh. 

Wait, Capitol? Then, the memories came rushing back. Her and her boyfriend of two years were reaped and going into the Hunger Games. And nobody cared enough to volunteer for one of then. Fuck people. 

She hugged Mike. "Babe, what are we going to do? The Games are going to kill one or both of us! We wont grow up and get married. Im not gonna be a singer and youre not gonna be a dancer! These Games are evil! Were not gonna have kids and grand kids together. We should just both jump off the platform at the same time. Its not like were gonna win anyway."

"Listen to me, Tina. Remember the 74th Hunger Games? Katniss and Peeta both won that year, because their love was so strong. They were going to commit suicide together, but the Capitol realized how strong their love was and let them win. Maybe, our love is strong enough. Maybe well both win and get married and do what we want in life and have kids and grand kids and maybe even great grand kids. Trust me, Tina. Even if we cant both win, I will make sure to protect you or die trying. Until the end, right?" 

It was second period English, and I was staring at the most beautiful boy in the District, maybe even the most beautiful in Panem. 

He looked at me, and I turned away, blushing. 

I was walking home from school that same day. I heard someone breathing heavily, so I turned around. 

I saw Mike, running after me. I stood there, arms crossed, waiting for him to reach me. 

"Tina? I love you too."

"What?" I was shocked. This had to be a dare or something. I was a loser and he was on the football team. 

"I saw your notebook." Like all other teenage girls who were in love, I had written Tina Cohen-Chang+Mike Chang all over my notebook. 

He kissed me on the lips gently. 

"So you really do love me?" I asked. 

"Until the end." He smiled at me and kissed me again.