Odds Ever In Their Favour, Part 5/?
Title: Odds Ever In Their Favour
Author: Ultraviolet-Ink
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, implied Mike/Tina
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Future Character Deaths, Future Violence
Word Count: 1321
Summary: Blaine Anderson, of District 10, and his best friend, Brittany Pierce, are both reaped for the Sixty-Seventh Hunger Games. Alliances are formed and broken as Blaine fights to keep his best friend alive - but what happens when he comes across the mysterious male tribute from District 1?
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
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"Is she okay, is she okay?" Blaine gasped, scrambling into the tent - Finn and Brittany cried out in shock as he plunged through the tent flap, sweating and wild-eyed.
"Yeah, she's doing alright. We thought - when the cannons-" Blaine shook his head, putting a comforting hand on Brittany's shoulder.
"One of them was for Sebastian - the tribute from 2 - but I don't know who the other one was for." He rummaged through the backpack. "I wasn't sure what to get, the medicines were all unlabelled, but this one smells like the stuff we use back home whenever the animals get bitten, so I figured it was worth a shot, right?" Finn took the medicine from Blaine and applied a generous layer onto the bite, which looked even worse than it had when Blaine had set out mere hours ago.
"Now what?" Brittany said after a long pause, as they all watched the bite in anticipation of something happening.
"We wait, I guess. We should try and get her out into the fresh air, it might do her some good," Blaine said. Finn easily picked Harmony up, drawing a pained whimper from her, and they were all outside just as the second parachute floated down from the sky, landing in the dirt.
"Brittany, you open this one," Finn said.
"It's some sort of spray," she said, after she had untied the string. "Hey, Blaine, your mystery sponsor sent us bug spray!"
"They're not my mystery sponsor!" Blaine said, eyeing the spray gratefully nonetheless. "It was just luck that the first parcel ended up in my lap last night."
"Well, whoever this person is sponsoring, at least we're not going to be eaten alive by any more mutant mosquitoes," Finn said, eyeing Harmony nervously.
Fortunately, their previous good luck seemed to have taken hold again as, within the next few hours, the flush on Harmony's cheeks dimmed from angry red to a dull pink, and she became a lot more lucid and pain free. By nightfall, it was almost as though she hadn't been bitten, aside from the coin-sized mark on her stomach. The four were sat around another fire, which was almost as bad as the one from the previous night.
"Shh, guys," Brittany said as the anthem began playing. "It's starting." A third and fourth cannon had gone off during the day, bringing the total of deaths up to fifteen. Blaine expected the first face on the screen to be Sebastian's, yet was shocked to see the face of the girl from District 1, who looked startlingly like Harmony.
"That's two more Careers gone," Finn said thoughtfully, but Blaine noticed that Finn didn't seem as jubilant at the girl's death as he had over the other Careers.
Sebastian's face was followed by the female tribute from District 5, and then Rory from District 6, before the screen went blank.
"What do you think happened? To Rory?" Harmony said quietly. She didn't seem to need an answer, however, as she muttered that she was going to turn in early.
Blaine was on guard with Finn - they'd both agreed that Harmony needed to rest, and Finn still didn't trust Blaine enough to leave him alone with Brittany - but Finn, who had already sat through one watch, had fallen asleep, effectively leaving Blaine on his own. When he heard somebody stumbling through the dark, however, he shook Finn awake.
"Huh, wha- Whozzat?" Finn muttered, flailing his arms around.
"Finn, wake up, there's someone out there, Finn!" Blaine hissed, nudging Finn until he was more awake. Then, Finn holding the spear, Blaine brandishing the knife, they both stood up warily.
"Please, don't attack me, I'm unarmed!" A voice called back desperately.
"That sounds like Santana," Blaine muttered to Finn.
"Prove it!" Finn shouted back. "Come out where we can see you!" She stumbled into the light of the dying fire, holding up her hands in surrender. Before Blaine could react, Finn had hurled the spear, and Santana had fallen noiselessly.
"Finn!" Blaine yelled, running towards her and kneeling beside her prone body. "She was unarmed, what were you thinking!"
"That you didn't go to the Cornucopia just so some tribute from 2 would win - that, no matter what, we'd do whatever it takes to get either Harmony or Brittany home alive!" Finn shouted back, but he looked horrified at his own actions too. He was staring down at his hands, which had started to shake. The inevitable cannon-shot rang through the arena.
"You killed her!" Blaine said, standing up and backing away from her body.
"I know, I know, oh God, what're we going to do," Finn said frantically. Blaine looked up; the hovercraft that would take her body away was drawing closer.
"Get the spear," Blaine said quickly.
"What? No, I'm not going near her."
"You threw it, you go get it!"
"I'm not going near her!" They watched helplessly as the hovercraft raised Santana and the spear into the air and bore them away.
"We don't tell Brittany and Harmony what happened tonight," Blaine said decidedly. "As far as we know, Santana got into a fight with another tribute and lost." Finn nodded gratefully, and they both settled back to continue the watch. Blaine vowed to himself to listen far more attentively than he had been, praying that the boy from District 1 wouldn't come near them.
Blaine woke to a scream and a cannon, unaware of how long he'd been asleep. Finn was already standing.
"What's happening?" Blaine said, watching as the girls appeared from within the tent.
"I don't know - we should go look," Finn said.
"Finn, we have one weapon, and it's not exactly a long distance weapon!” Blaine shouted. “Who knows what's happening? We can't all just go barraging in, it could be a trap." The girls began to question what had become of the spear, but Finn just looked at Blaine.
"Give me the knife - I'll go look."
"What - no, Finn, don't be insane," Blaine said, curling his fist around the handle of the knife at his belt.
"Dude, I have to do this - I have to help," Finn said desperately, eyes wide, and Blaine suddenly understood what this was about - this was about attempting to make amends for his killing Santana the previous night, about not losing himself in the arena. Blaine handed Finn the knife, which he took gratefully.
"I'm going with you," Harmony said decisively. Finn glared at her.
"No, no, definitely not, you're going with Blaine-"
"Take me with you, or, so help me, Finn Hudson, I shall scream so loudly that the trouble will come to us," Harmony said stubbornly, folding her arms and glaring up at Finn. Finn sighed.
"I - fine. Blaine...” He looked at Blaine and Brittany. “Take care of her," he said, nodding at Brittany. Finn and Harmony ran off in pursuit of the scream, and Blaine and Brittany fled in the opposite direction.
They'd been running for a few minutes before Blaine became aware that Brittany was crying. He took her hand and pulled them to a stop.
"Britt?"
"I hate this, Blaine," she gasped out, her shoulders shaking. "I hate this so much, and I just want to go home, and I'm so scared, and now we've lost the tent, and the food, and you're going to kill me, and-"
"Whoa, no, wait, hang on," Blaine said heatedly, clutching both of her hands. "Yes, we've lost the tent, and the food, but who said anything about me killing you?"
"You're - you won't kill me?" Brittany said tearfully; Blaine pulled her into a fierce hug.
"Not if my life depends on it." Another cannon shot rang out, followed swiftly by a second; Brittany whimpered.
"Come on, let's go looking for some food," Blaine said bracingly, trying not to think about what the cannon shots meant.
Author: Ultraviolet-Ink
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, implied Mike/Tina
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Future Character Deaths, Future Violence
Word Count: 1321
Summary: Blaine Anderson, of District 10, and his best friend, Brittany Pierce, are both reaped for the Sixty-Seventh Hunger Games. Alliances are formed and broken as Blaine fights to keep his best friend alive - but what happens when he comes across the mysterious male tribute from District 1?
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
_____
"Is she okay, is she okay?" Blaine gasped, scrambling into the tent - Finn and Brittany cried out in shock as he plunged through the tent flap, sweating and wild-eyed.
"Yeah, she's doing alright. We thought - when the cannons-" Blaine shook his head, putting a comforting hand on Brittany's shoulder.
"One of them was for Sebastian - the tribute from 2 - but I don't know who the other one was for." He rummaged through the backpack. "I wasn't sure what to get, the medicines were all unlabelled, but this one smells like the stuff we use back home whenever the animals get bitten, so I figured it was worth a shot, right?" Finn took the medicine from Blaine and applied a generous layer onto the bite, which looked even worse than it had when Blaine had set out mere hours ago.
"Now what?" Brittany said after a long pause, as they all watched the bite in anticipation of something happening.
"We wait, I guess. We should try and get her out into the fresh air, it might do her some good," Blaine said. Finn easily picked Harmony up, drawing a pained whimper from her, and they were all outside just as the second parachute floated down from the sky, landing in the dirt.
"Brittany, you open this one," Finn said.
"It's some sort of spray," she said, after she had untied the string. "Hey, Blaine, your mystery sponsor sent us bug spray!"
"They're not my mystery sponsor!" Blaine said, eyeing the spray gratefully nonetheless. "It was just luck that the first parcel ended up in my lap last night."
"Well, whoever this person is sponsoring, at least we're not going to be eaten alive by any more mutant mosquitoes," Finn said, eyeing Harmony nervously.
Fortunately, their previous good luck seemed to have taken hold again as, within the next few hours, the flush on Harmony's cheeks dimmed from angry red to a dull pink, and she became a lot more lucid and pain free. By nightfall, it was almost as though she hadn't been bitten, aside from the coin-sized mark on her stomach. The four were sat around another fire, which was almost as bad as the one from the previous night.
"Shh, guys," Brittany said as the anthem began playing. "It's starting." A third and fourth cannon had gone off during the day, bringing the total of deaths up to fifteen. Blaine expected the first face on the screen to be Sebastian's, yet was shocked to see the face of the girl from District 1, who looked startlingly like Harmony.
"That's two more Careers gone," Finn said thoughtfully, but Blaine noticed that Finn didn't seem as jubilant at the girl's death as he had over the other Careers.
Sebastian's face was followed by the female tribute from District 5, and then Rory from District 6, before the screen went blank.
"What do you think happened? To Rory?" Harmony said quietly. She didn't seem to need an answer, however, as she muttered that she was going to turn in early.
Blaine was on guard with Finn - they'd both agreed that Harmony needed to rest, and Finn still didn't trust Blaine enough to leave him alone with Brittany - but Finn, who had already sat through one watch, had fallen asleep, effectively leaving Blaine on his own. When he heard somebody stumbling through the dark, however, he shook Finn awake.
"Huh, wha- Whozzat?" Finn muttered, flailing his arms around.
"Finn, wake up, there's someone out there, Finn!" Blaine hissed, nudging Finn until he was more awake. Then, Finn holding the spear, Blaine brandishing the knife, they both stood up warily.
"Please, don't attack me, I'm unarmed!" A voice called back desperately.
"That sounds like Santana," Blaine muttered to Finn.
"Prove it!" Finn shouted back. "Come out where we can see you!" She stumbled into the light of the dying fire, holding up her hands in surrender. Before Blaine could react, Finn had hurled the spear, and Santana had fallen noiselessly.
"Finn!" Blaine yelled, running towards her and kneeling beside her prone body. "She was unarmed, what were you thinking!"
"That you didn't go to the Cornucopia just so some tribute from 2 would win - that, no matter what, we'd do whatever it takes to get either Harmony or Brittany home alive!" Finn shouted back, but he looked horrified at his own actions too. He was staring down at his hands, which had started to shake. The inevitable cannon-shot rang through the arena.
"You killed her!" Blaine said, standing up and backing away from her body.
"I know, I know, oh God, what're we going to do," Finn said frantically. Blaine looked up; the hovercraft that would take her body away was drawing closer.
"Get the spear," Blaine said quickly.
"What? No, I'm not going near her."
"You threw it, you go get it!"
"I'm not going near her!" They watched helplessly as the hovercraft raised Santana and the spear into the air and bore them away.
"We don't tell Brittany and Harmony what happened tonight," Blaine said decidedly. "As far as we know, Santana got into a fight with another tribute and lost." Finn nodded gratefully, and they both settled back to continue the watch. Blaine vowed to himself to listen far more attentively than he had been, praying that the boy from District 1 wouldn't come near them.
Blaine woke to a scream and a cannon, unaware of how long he'd been asleep. Finn was already standing.
"What's happening?" Blaine said, watching as the girls appeared from within the tent.
"I don't know - we should go look," Finn said.
"Finn, we have one weapon, and it's not exactly a long distance weapon!” Blaine shouted. “Who knows what's happening? We can't all just go barraging in, it could be a trap." The girls began to question what had become of the spear, but Finn just looked at Blaine.
"Give me the knife - I'll go look."
"What - no, Finn, don't be insane," Blaine said, curling his fist around the handle of the knife at his belt.
"Dude, I have to do this - I have to help," Finn said desperately, eyes wide, and Blaine suddenly understood what this was about - this was about attempting to make amends for his killing Santana the previous night, about not losing himself in the arena. Blaine handed Finn the knife, which he took gratefully.
"I'm going with you," Harmony said decisively. Finn glared at her.
"No, no, definitely not, you're going with Blaine-"
"Take me with you, or, so help me, Finn Hudson, I shall scream so loudly that the trouble will come to us," Harmony said stubbornly, folding her arms and glaring up at Finn. Finn sighed.
"I - fine. Blaine...” He looked at Blaine and Brittany. “Take care of her," he said, nodding at Brittany. Finn and Harmony ran off in pursuit of the scream, and Blaine and Brittany fled in the opposite direction.
They'd been running for a few minutes before Blaine became aware that Brittany was crying. He took her hand and pulled them to a stop.
"Britt?"
"I hate this, Blaine," she gasped out, her shoulders shaking. "I hate this so much, and I just want to go home, and I'm so scared, and now we've lost the tent, and the food, and you're going to kill me, and-"
"Whoa, no, wait, hang on," Blaine said heatedly, clutching both of her hands. "Yes, we've lost the tent, and the food, but who said anything about me killing you?"
"You're - you won't kill me?" Brittany said tearfully; Blaine pulled her into a fierce hug.
"Not if my life depends on it." Another cannon shot rang out, followed swiftly by a second; Brittany whimpered.
"Come on, let's go looking for some food," Blaine said bracingly, trying not to think about what the cannon shots meant.