Blaine leaned against the wall of the elevator, deep in thought. Who was that gorgeous boy from District One? He was magnificent. His beautiful brown hair, his beautiful blue eyes, his beautiful... Everything. 

He knew he had to keep these thoughts inside, though. The sponsors might not like his... Sexual preference. 

"Hello? Earth to Tribrows?" Santana was shaking his shoulder. "Its time to get off the elevator."

Blaine blushed as Santana raised an eyebrow. 

"So... You like someone, dont you?" She asked, linking arms with him, and walking to the training room. 

"Well, that was blunt."

"Maybe the hot guy from District Four, Sam?" She wiggled her eyebrows, making him laugh. "Or maybe the hot piece of ass from District One, Kurt?"

He blushed and avoided her eyes. 

"I knew it!"

"So? Youre in love with that blonde girl," Blaine made love sound like a three syllable word. 

"Brittany Pierce." She said, a dreamy look in her eyes. 

"How do you know everyones name?"

She smirked. "I know everything, Hobbit."

They had reached the training room. "Well, Smallfry, where should we start?"

"Lets start with the knives. It sounds interesting."

Santana laughed. "Yeah, and not at all because Kurts there."

"Shut up," Blaine said, blushing. 

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"Hi! Me and my friend here wanted to try out the knives, and he thought you looked like you knew what you were doing, so we wanted to ask if we could join you." Santana said, playing matchmaker, much to Blaines shock and dismay. 

Kurt raised an eyebrow and smirked. "May I ask your names?"

"Oh, um, Im Blaine, and, uh, this is Santana." Blaine was blushing and looking at the ground. 

"Im Kurt. Of course you can join me," 

"Well, Im gonna try out a different station. Bye, Blaine!" Santana ran off, before Blaine could stop her. 

Blaine blushed and focused on his knife.

Kurt laughed. His laugh sounded like bells. "Youre handling that knife completely wrong. Here, let me help you."

"Thanks." Blaine wondered why he was being so shy. He was never like this back in District Twelve. 

"So... Um... The weathers nice today," Seriously?! The weather?! Ugh, Blaine was never going to get anywhere with this boy. 

"Yeah, the weathers nice, I guess." 

Blaine glanced up at him, and saw that he was already looking back at Blaine. 

Kurt leaned in and slowly closed his eyes. Blaine did the same. 

"Hey, Kurt! What are you doing with this loser? Were going to go train over there with the rest of the Careers." Kitty came up behind them silently, and gestured to the swords station. 

Kurt and Blaine moved away from each other quickly, stuttering and blushing. 

"Yeah, sure, Kitty. Im coming. I was just teaching this loser how to properly handle a knife." Kurt walked away with Kitty, leaving Blaine extremely confused. 

"So, howd it go?" Santana came up behind him, smiling. 

"Just great, Santana." Blaine got up, and kept his eyes on the ground as Santana led him to the next station she wanted to go to. 

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As Blaine picked at his lunch, Santana tried to cheer him up with snarky comments about the other tributes. It didnt work. 

"Blaine? Are you sure youre okay?"

"Yeah, San, Im perfectly fine."

"Blaine..." She started poking him. 

"Ugh, fine! Kurt and I were about to kiss..." Santana gasped. "And then we got interrupted, and he called me a loser."

"Do you want me to kick his ass for you?"

Blaine smiled. "No. I think its illegal to physically hurt a tribute before the Games."

"All right." She looked sad. 

"But you have my permission to hurt anyone you want in the arena."

Santana laughed. "I dont need your permission!"

Blaine started eating, not noticing the heartbroken look on Santanas face. 

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All of the tributes sat, waiting for their private training session. Blaine watched Kurt stand up and go into the room, when he was called. 

After a few hours, they called Blaines name. 

Blaine walked into an impressive training room. It was twice the size of his house!

"You have ten minutes to show us whatever you want." They sounded drunk and bored. 

Blaine picked up one of the bows. It didnt feel right in his hands. It was too stiff and unused. He pulled back on the string a few times, to loosen it a bit. 

He shot one of the dummies in the heart. Then another. Then another. He kept shooting the same dummy in the heart several times, until the Gamemakers told him he could go. 

He strutted out of the room. 

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Blaine and Santana sat next to each other on the couch, in between Will, their mentor, Cinna and Babyfoot, their stylists, and April Rhodes, their escort. 

"What did you guys show them?" Will asked. 

"I showed them how good I am with throwing knives." Santana said proudly. 

"I shot some dummies in the heart with a bow and arrow," Blaine said absentmindedly. 

April gasped and Will raised his eyebrows. "You dont mean... You shot people from the Capitol?" Asked April. "We all know how you feel about the Capitol..."

Blaine and Santana both laughed loudly. "No. I meant the practice dummies."

"Oh! The scores are coming on!" April gasped and pointed to the giant screen. 

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District One- Kurt Hummel: Ten

District One- Rachel Berry: Nine

District Two- Noah "Puck" Puckerman: Ten

District Two- Kitty Wilde: Ten

District Three- Mike Chang: Six

District Three- Tina Cohen-Chang: Five

District Four- Sam Evans: Nine

District Four- Marley Rose: Nine

District Five- Jacob Ben-Israel: Three

District Five- Becky Jackson: Five

District Six- Joe Hart: Six

District Six- Bree Taylor: Eight

District Seven- Jesse St. James: Eight

District Seven- Sugar Motta: Seven

District Eight- Sebastian Smythe: Eight

District Eight- Brittany Pierce: Seven

District Nine- Elliot "Starchild" Gilbert: Six

District Nine- Dani Gilbert: Seven

District Ten- Ryder Lynn: Six

District Ten- Quinn Fabray: Eight

District Eleven- Jake Puckerman: Eight

District Eleven- Mercedes Jones: Seven

District Twelve- Blaine Anderson: Ten

District Twelve- Santana Lopez: Ten

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"A ten! For both of you! Good job!" Will congratulated them, patting them both on the backs. 

"Great. Now the Careers are going to want to kill us even more." Santana said angrily. 

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Will looked confused, which was pretty normal, considering how dopey and oblivious he was. 

"Well Kurt already seems to hate Blaine, or at least want to mess up his brain. And I might have had a tiny disagreement with Rachel." The way she said it made it sound like she had had a huge fight with her, instead of a tiny disagreement. 

"Santana, you didnt physically hurt her, right? Because you know thats illegal before the Games start. And..." Will and April both continued to lecture her

"Im gonna go to bed." Santana sighed, cutting them off. 

Blaine watched her march to her room. 

"Ill go try to talk to her." Blaine followed her to her room. 

Santana was sitting on her bed, turned away from the door. It sounded like she was crying. 

"Santana? Are you okay?" Blaine asked, sitting down next to her. 

She jumped. She started wiping her face. 

"Im fine. Is there a reason youre here?" She asked, glaring. 

"I just wanted to see if you were okay,"

"Well Im fine."

"Okay, cool. Do you need to talk about anything?"

She sighed. 

"I guess its just stress or something," She said, looking at Blaine sadly. 

"Well, can I help get rid of some of the stress?"

She laughed. 

"Yeah, sure, babe. Start strippin" She said in a fake sultry voice. 

Blaine blushed. 

"No... I... Thats not what I meant..."

"Yeah, obviously, dorkasaurus."

"Shut up, Satan,"

"Do you remember when we became friends?" She looked at him, her eyes twinkling with happiness at the fond memory. 

"Yeah,"

"It was summer break, right after we both graduated eighth grade. You were about to shoot a fat deer that probably wouldve been delicious, so I scared you because I thought it would be funny to make you lose your familys food for the next few days. I was such a bitch back then. Actually, I still am. And then, you got really pissed at me, and started cursing me with curses and names that I didnt even know existed. And one of them was so ridiculous that I started laughing and actually fell on the floor laughing. And you left. I was kind of sad. Screwing with you was fun. I didnt know your name but I knew you knew me from my reputation. The next day you came back to the same spot, but I was already there. As soon as you saw me, you turned around and started walking away. But I screamed hey hobbit, where do you think youre going?. You turned around and sighed. You asked me to stay away from you, and I told you there was no chance in hell. You started to get used to me. Since then, you were always my best friend. I know I havent always been an amazing friend, but youre the best friend Ive ever had. And it sucks that after this week, well never see each other again, except on old reruns of this years Games or pictures."

"Wow, San. What about the Cheerios? Arent they your best friends?"

Santana laughed. "Hell no. Theyre horrible,"

They were both silent for a moment. 

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I really need to tell you something." Santana was nervously biting her lip, and wringing her hands. 

"Yeah, sure, San, what is it?"

"Please dont hate me."

"I could never hate you,"

"I..."

Blaine looked at her curiously, but stayed silent. 

"I love you."