I have no idea how a peacekeeper ... so ...

The first thing I see when the train doors open is Kurt. When I meet his gaze, lost in the crowd of District 12, I don't think twice. I run toward him, taking longer than it usually should, me prevented by the number of people in the way. When I finally get to my boyfriend, I grab his face with all my strength - if it hurt him Kurt didn't tell me anyway - put our lips together, our mouths moving as if they were made for each other, our tongues dancing in harmony as they had never been separated. I could not contain the joy of kissing the man I loved, in a single kiss all our feelings shared without a word - fear, passion, longing, need.

We stood like that for a long time. I was fully aware of all the eyes on us, people looking with indifference or disgust. People in District 12 was not favorable to my relationship with Kurt, who at 2 months ago wouldn't look in my eyes because I love who I love, now screaming my name as an anthem, ironic, huh? But it's not like I care - all that matters now is that after all this time I have Kurt in my arms again.

When we run out of breath, because, as I am longing for Kurt and I don't want to see him die asphyxiated, I hug him, resting my head on his shoulder. "I missed you," I say

"You better have," he whispered softly in my ear.

"I missed you too, baby," he says, immediately serious, stroking my hair.

When we parted, intertwining our fingers together, when I felt someone pushing me away from Kurt. I tried to fight, but to no avail. Whoever it is, they are much stronger than me. I look over my shoulder and meet the gaze of Haymitch Abernathy. My mentor in the Hunger Games. The man who chose Quinn instead of me. Fighting against him isn't worth it, it is spent energy for nothing.

I let Haymitch carry me to the stage. "WHAT. I TOLD. YOU!" He angrily whispered in my ear "You were supposed to go straight to the f**ing stage not to your f**ing lover!"

"Do not call Kurt that," I growl.

"Whatever," he says, letting me go to center stage.

I greet to the mayor, snappy, I don't want to be here, I want to be with Kurt, but I know that's not possible. To be honest, I don't care for any of the ** that the mayor is talking about. What kind of human being congratulates someone for killing people? Ugh. I am lifted from my musings by a scene that breaks my heart.

"Mommy, where's my mommy?" sobs a little girl in the crowd. Her voice is so broken, so small. In District 12, people die every day, be it a disease or in the mines, the Capitol doesn't care if we die or not, it doesn't matter. The girl runs to the front of the stage. When she tries to climb, I don't know who it was, but someone called the peacekeepers, two tall muscular men rudely grabbed the girl by the arms. I see her knees go weak, and give in from the strength of the peacekeepers.I can't just see this happen here, in front of my eyes and don't do anything. I have to help her!

"Stop!" I say. "Let her go!" I walk until I reach the group which until then had had all the attention.

When I finally meet the little girl's gaze, my heart stops and brings me back to the arena.

***FLASHBACK***

"Q-Quinn?" I whisper inaudibly. I was trapped between several rocks, a great place to hide, but a bad place to hide if you have the injuries I do.

"Blaine? Where are you?" she asks.

"Here."

"Sure, Blaine, I'll look 'here' and I'll be back" she says sarcastically.

"Boulder," I mumble low, my voice leaving me.

She comes and kneels by my side. "Nice view," she says.

"That's it. This place rocks," I say with a slight smile. "C'mon Quinn, laugh at the joke of a dying man."

"You will not die," she says seriously.

"You don't know," I say sternly, with a groan of pain.

"Blaine look at me..." she says with a hint of desperation in her voice. "Blaine open your eyes ..." I hadn't even realised that my eyes were closed.

"Umm," I groan, opening them.

"Look at me." I look into her gaze. "You will not die," she says with a determination that I had never seen.

***FLASHBACK***

Her gaze. She has the same eyes that Quinn has, blue as the sky, and those eyes, the same determination that has kept me alive up to now.

"B-Beth" I say. I never actually met her, I only knew like many others the story, a very young girl with a daughter – but nothing past that.

"Yes," she whispers.

"Oh God," I say to myself, how can I do this, because apparently nobody told this girl that her mother died, that I killed her. "Beth, come here." I stretch out my hand to her, as an invitation. I see in her eyes the hesitation. The first thing that is taught in District 12 is no trust in anybody, but I don't know what happens. She takes my hand. I squeeze her small hand and lead her to a place away from the prying eyes.

"Beth ... my name's Blaine Anderson" I say with a friendly smile.

"I know, I saw you on TV. I'm Beth Fabray," she says with a formal voice. "Why ... you brought me here?" She asked with distrust and confusion.

"You know what happened to your mother?" I ask. She shakes her head. I'll have to break the heart of a girl hardly 5 years old.

Great.

"Your mommy ..." I say, approaching the girl in front of me. "She died in the arena Beth, I'm sorry."

She wraps her arms around my waist, and buries her face in my chest, sobbing so much that she trembles.

"I'm so sorry Beth," I prop my chin on her head, letting some tears fall too. This girl reminds me so much of Quinn. I rub my hand on her shoulder and whisper words of comfort while she cries on my chest.

Here it is. Again, sorry for the grammar errors, but I hope you've enjoyed, review, pretty please?

*sorry for the kiss scene, I didn't had idea how to write. LOL.