There's Nothing Ironic About Mahogany, Chapter Three
A Glee/ The Hunger Games cross-over fic. After a failed uprising in the districts of Lima, each year twelve boys and twelve girls are selected to compete in a fight to the death in a specially created, deadly arena. The tributes this year have bonded closely, but only one can survive The Hunger Games.
Warnings: Character death, swearing
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, the lighting would be better, and Sugar would rule errythang. And if I owned The Hunger Games, Foxface would have destroyed them all.
Author's Note: This is gonna be a bloodbath.
Sugar scurried out of the room, wiping away a small tear that had escape from her eye, as Sebastian entered. He swaggered confidently over to Sue, and winked at her. He was wearing black jeans, with a white short-sleeve shirt which showed off his muscular arms, complete with black braces, and a black pork pie hat, his hair gelled neatly underneath it.
“Here we have Sebastian Smythe, District 1’s male tribute,” Sue said, addressing the camera once more. “Now, you have a lot of fans, both male and female, in the Capitol, where you’re known as quite the sex symbol. Care to comment?”
“Well, I am only seventeen, but I’m used to it,” Sebastian shrugged.
“A little modesty goes a long way every now and then,” Sue replied calmly.
It was like a staring match between them, and eventually Sebastian’s eyes flickered away. The rest of the interviews continued in much the same way. Whether the tributes presented themselves as confident, funny, or nice, Sue shot them down, and the audience watching from the Capitol loved it. The only tribute she seemed to bond with was Becky, who was wearing a short black dress, a pair of black high heels, and some intricate netting on a small black hat fixed to her hair, and that was only once they’d gotten past the initial awkward stages. The Games had never had a tribute with Down Syndrome before, and the audience watched with bated breath to see if Sue would treat her with the same bemused contempt.
“Next up we have Becky Jackson, from District 2,” she said.
“What’s up Sue?” Becky asked, bouncing onto her seat happily.
Sue seemed taken aback. Normally she would destroy any tribute who tried the familiarity tactic, but this time, she decided to run with it.
“Not a lot, Becky, just the same old drudgery interviewing tributes,” she replied.
“I feel you,” Becky nodded.
“Now, tell me, you scored a 7 in your training, which is just above average for this year’s scores,” Sue said. “How do you rate your chances in the Games?”
“I feel like I’ve gained twenty-four new friends,” Becky replied. “But if I have to take any of them out I will.”
Sue laughed, her eyes gleaming with respect.
“Who would you say was your main competition in the Games?” she asked.
“There are a few to watch out for,” Becky said. “I wouldn’t like to cross Santana, she’s very protective of Brittany, and Jesse could kill if he wanted to.”
“You heard it here folks,” Sue nodded to the camera. “District 5 are the ones to beat! Well, I don’t know about the audience at home, Becky Jackson, but I’ll be rooting for you.”
She even allowed a show of weakness by returning the sudden embrace from Becky, who skipped off happily from the room. Next up was Puck, wearing a plaid shirt and some jeans, followed by Lauren, who Emma had convinced to abandon the idea of wearing wrestling gear, and had instead been fitted into a black cardigan patterned with large white dots, and a skirt and some leggings, who both talked about the strength they possessed, and shortly after, Artie wheeled into the room, wearing a yellow shirt, with black trousers and braces. For once, he had taken off the gloves he seemed to wear constantly. Sue left the second chintz chair in its place, forcing Artie to place his wheelchair awkwardly behind it.
“Now, Artie Abrams from District 3, I, like the rest of Lima, would like to know what your strategy for the Games is,” Sue said, glancing at his wheelchair. “Just how fast can you roll on that thing?”
Jacob let out a nervous laugh, earning him a glare from Sue.
“Fast enough,” Artie replied. “It’s been discussed, that, if I can get enough sponsors beforehand, I’ll be given a ReWalk suit.”
“A ReWalk suit?” Sue asked.
“Something to help me walk with, so I have an equal and fair chance,” Artie said.
“Well let’s hope that the sponsors find you less boring than I have,” Sue said dismissively. “And what’s your strategy if they don’t?”
“Hopefully someone will team up with me,” Artie replied. “I’ll wheel and they can shoot.”
“And you can slow them down too,” Sue nodded. “Good strategy, pal.”
Thankfully, the bell rang, sparing Artie from further humiliation. The next four tributes, Harmony, wearing a dark blue dress with white polka dots, Sam, who had managed to find a bolo tie, which he wore with a white shirt and black suit, Santana, looking beautiful in a red dress, and Jesse, who wore a grey shirt with a black tie and a black waistcoat, held themselves remarkably well, before Sunshine, looking pretty in a black and white stripped top, with a yellow cardigan, nervously answered her questions, and not long after, Jeff, decked out in a thin plaid jacket and white t-shirt, entered the room.
“And here we have Jeffrey Sterling, from District 6,” Sue announced. “Now tell us, what exactly does the transportation district do anyway?”
A big laugh from the Capitol. It was a running joke that District 6 was pretty much useless - everyone in the Capitol already had transportation, and nobody could afford it in any of the districts. Jeff laughed it off good naturedly, but he knew that back home his family wouldn’t have taken it so lightly. They worked incredibly hard, only to be treated like a joke.
“Tell me about some of the people at home,” Sue said. “You’re young, good looking, is there a girl waiting back for you?”
“No,” Jeff shook his head. “Only my friend Nick.”
“Oh, well, whatever makes you happy,” Sue gave the camera a knowing look. “Who would you say you are closest to amongst the tributes?”
“Probably Sunshine, because she’s from my district too,” Jeff said, recovering his composure after Sue’s comment. “But when I’ve talked to Rachel I’ve gotten on pretty well with her.”
“And what would you say to the rumours that she prefers another blonde?” Sue asked.
It seemed that not only Kurt had spotted Rachel and Quinn’s closeness. It was so easy to forget that most of the time there was a camera discreetly watching their every move.
“I… I don’t know,” Jeff said quietly.
“And what would you respond to the critics who have said that this year’s Games is the gayest yet?” Sue asked.
Jeff looked confused. It was never something they’d really discussed in the house, He was pretty sure that Sebastian, Blaine and Kurt were gay, and he thought he’d seen Dave glancing over at Kurt a few times. Everyone knew how close Santana and Brittany were, and then there was Quinn and Rachel, and the own burning in his heart for the boy back home. But they’d never talked about it.
“I don’t think it’s anyone’s business,” Jeff said firmly.
Sue raised her eyebrow, hoping for something more, but it never came. The bell rang, and Jeff was dismissed sharply. The rest of the interviews passed with a few more nuggets that were sure to entertain the Capitol, including when Quinn was described as a younger version of Sue and she looked horrified, when Blaine was forced to endure a five minute rant on the hideousness of his bowtie, and when Sue had absolutely no idea what Rory was saying with his accent. But by far the most awkward was Rachel’s interview. She entered the room, wearing a blue dress with a cream bow belt tied around the waist, already nervous after hearing Jeff’s questions, preparing herself for the worst.
“Sit down, Rachel Berry, from District 9,” Sue said, indicating to the seat opposite.
Rachel sat down, and remained silent, waiting for Sue to speak once more.
“Throughout the footage we’ve seen, you been proven to be a very ambitious young lady,” Sue continued. “It’s even been suggestion that you’re playing a very elaborate game.”
“I’m doing nothing of the sort,” Rachel said quickly. “I’m just trying to work on keeping myself alive so that I can return back home to my dads’ grain plant. I’m quite well known there, you see, as the… moderately pretty girl with the beautiful singing voice.”
“I’m sure you are,” Sue replied drily. “So are you saying that Quinn Fabray means nothing to you? Are you lying your way into the viewers’ and the sponsors’ hearts?”
Rachel frowned. Clearly, she couldn’t win either way.
“I care for her, like I care for all of my other fellow tributes,” Rachel said, hesitation creeping into her voice.
Sue leaned in, preparing to deliver the final, killer question.
“And if it came down to it, if you and Quinn were the last two, could you kill her?”
Warnings: Character death, swearing
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, the lighting would be better, and Sugar would rule errythang. And if I owned The Hunger Games, Foxface would have destroyed them all.
Author's Note: This is gonna be a bloodbath.
Sugar scurried out of the room, wiping away a small tear that had escape from her eye, as Sebastian entered. He swaggered confidently over to Sue, and winked at her. He was wearing black jeans, with a white short-sleeve shirt which showed off his muscular arms, complete with black braces, and a black pork pie hat, his hair gelled neatly underneath it.
“Here we have Sebastian Smythe, District 1’s male tribute,” Sue said, addressing the camera once more. “Now, you have a lot of fans, both male and female, in the Capitol, where you’re known as quite the sex symbol. Care to comment?”
“Well, I am only seventeen, but I’m used to it,” Sebastian shrugged.
“A little modesty goes a long way every now and then,” Sue replied calmly.
It was like a staring match between them, and eventually Sebastian’s eyes flickered away. The rest of the interviews continued in much the same way. Whether the tributes presented themselves as confident, funny, or nice, Sue shot them down, and the audience watching from the Capitol loved it. The only tribute she seemed to bond with was Becky, who was wearing a short black dress, a pair of black high heels, and some intricate netting on a small black hat fixed to her hair, and that was only once they’d gotten past the initial awkward stages. The Games had never had a tribute with Down Syndrome before, and the audience watched with bated breath to see if Sue would treat her with the same bemused contempt.
“Next up we have Becky Jackson, from District 2,” she said.
“What’s up Sue?” Becky asked, bouncing onto her seat happily.
Sue seemed taken aback. Normally she would destroy any tribute who tried the familiarity tactic, but this time, she decided to run with it.
“Not a lot, Becky, just the same old drudgery interviewing tributes,” she replied.
“I feel you,” Becky nodded.
“Now, tell me, you scored a 7 in your training, which is just above average for this year’s scores,” Sue said. “How do you rate your chances in the Games?”
“I feel like I’ve gained twenty-four new friends,” Becky replied. “But if I have to take any of them out I will.”
Sue laughed, her eyes gleaming with respect.
“Who would you say was your main competition in the Games?” she asked.
“There are a few to watch out for,” Becky said. “I wouldn’t like to cross Santana, she’s very protective of Brittany, and Jesse could kill if he wanted to.”
“You heard it here folks,” Sue nodded to the camera. “District 5 are the ones to beat! Well, I don’t know about the audience at home, Becky Jackson, but I’ll be rooting for you.”
She even allowed a show of weakness by returning the sudden embrace from Becky, who skipped off happily from the room. Next up was Puck, wearing a plaid shirt and some jeans, followed by Lauren, who Emma had convinced to abandon the idea of wearing wrestling gear, and had instead been fitted into a black cardigan patterned with large white dots, and a skirt and some leggings, who both talked about the strength they possessed, and shortly after, Artie wheeled into the room, wearing a yellow shirt, with black trousers and braces. For once, he had taken off the gloves he seemed to wear constantly. Sue left the second chintz chair in its place, forcing Artie to place his wheelchair awkwardly behind it.
“Now, Artie Abrams from District 3, I, like the rest of Lima, would like to know what your strategy for the Games is,” Sue said, glancing at his wheelchair. “Just how fast can you roll on that thing?”
Jacob let out a nervous laugh, earning him a glare from Sue.
“Fast enough,” Artie replied. “It’s been discussed, that, if I can get enough sponsors beforehand, I’ll be given a ReWalk suit.”
“A ReWalk suit?” Sue asked.
“Something to help me walk with, so I have an equal and fair chance,” Artie said.
“Well let’s hope that the sponsors find you less boring than I have,” Sue said dismissively. “And what’s your strategy if they don’t?”
“Hopefully someone will team up with me,” Artie replied. “I’ll wheel and they can shoot.”
“And you can slow them down too,” Sue nodded. “Good strategy, pal.”
Thankfully, the bell rang, sparing Artie from further humiliation. The next four tributes, Harmony, wearing a dark blue dress with white polka dots, Sam, who had managed to find a bolo tie, which he wore with a white shirt and black suit, Santana, looking beautiful in a red dress, and Jesse, who wore a grey shirt with a black tie and a black waistcoat, held themselves remarkably well, before Sunshine, looking pretty in a black and white stripped top, with a yellow cardigan, nervously answered her questions, and not long after, Jeff, decked out in a thin plaid jacket and white t-shirt, entered the room.
“And here we have Jeffrey Sterling, from District 6,” Sue announced. “Now tell us, what exactly does the transportation district do anyway?”
A big laugh from the Capitol. It was a running joke that District 6 was pretty much useless - everyone in the Capitol already had transportation, and nobody could afford it in any of the districts. Jeff laughed it off good naturedly, but he knew that back home his family wouldn’t have taken it so lightly. They worked incredibly hard, only to be treated like a joke.
“Tell me about some of the people at home,” Sue said. “You’re young, good looking, is there a girl waiting back for you?”
“No,” Jeff shook his head. “Only my friend Nick.”
“Oh, well, whatever makes you happy,” Sue gave the camera a knowing look. “Who would you say you are closest to amongst the tributes?”
“Probably Sunshine, because she’s from my district too,” Jeff said, recovering his composure after Sue’s comment. “But when I’ve talked to Rachel I’ve gotten on pretty well with her.”
“And what would you say to the rumours that she prefers another blonde?” Sue asked.
It seemed that not only Kurt had spotted Rachel and Quinn’s closeness. It was so easy to forget that most of the time there was a camera discreetly watching their every move.
“I… I don’t know,” Jeff said quietly.
“And what would you respond to the critics who have said that this year’s Games is the gayest yet?” Sue asked.
Jeff looked confused. It was never something they’d really discussed in the house, He was pretty sure that Sebastian, Blaine and Kurt were gay, and he thought he’d seen Dave glancing over at Kurt a few times. Everyone knew how close Santana and Brittany were, and then there was Quinn and Rachel, and the own burning in his heart for the boy back home. But they’d never talked about it.
“I don’t think it’s anyone’s business,” Jeff said firmly.
Sue raised her eyebrow, hoping for something more, but it never came. The bell rang, and Jeff was dismissed sharply. The rest of the interviews passed with a few more nuggets that were sure to entertain the Capitol, including when Quinn was described as a younger version of Sue and she looked horrified, when Blaine was forced to endure a five minute rant on the hideousness of his bowtie, and when Sue had absolutely no idea what Rory was saying with his accent. But by far the most awkward was Rachel’s interview. She entered the room, wearing a blue dress with a cream bow belt tied around the waist, already nervous after hearing Jeff’s questions, preparing herself for the worst.
“Sit down, Rachel Berry, from District 9,” Sue said, indicating to the seat opposite.
Rachel sat down, and remained silent, waiting for Sue to speak once more.
“Throughout the footage we’ve seen, you been proven to be a very ambitious young lady,” Sue continued. “It’s even been suggestion that you’re playing a very elaborate game.”
“I’m doing nothing of the sort,” Rachel said quickly. “I’m just trying to work on keeping myself alive so that I can return back home to my dads’ grain plant. I’m quite well known there, you see, as the… moderately pretty girl with the beautiful singing voice.”
“I’m sure you are,” Sue replied drily. “So are you saying that Quinn Fabray means nothing to you? Are you lying your way into the viewers’ and the sponsors’ hearts?”
Rachel frowned. Clearly, she couldn’t win either way.
“I care for her, like I care for all of my other fellow tributes,” Rachel said, hesitation creeping into her voice.
Sue leaned in, preparing to deliver the final, killer question.
“And if it came down to it, if you and Quinn were the last two, could you kill her?”