Me: I know I have a lot of other projects I'm working on right now, but I really like this concept so here it is. I tried to make it as different from other Glee/HG crossovers out there as possible. Kurt, could you please tell the nice people what to expect?

Kurt: Character death obviously, there are also suicides and bloodshed. Absolutely horrible. You know I don't approve of violence...

Me: I know that Kurt, I'm sorry. But it is a story that must be told. Now do I own Glee or Hunger Games?

Kurt: No. If you did own Glee, Blaine and I would kiss a lot more wouldn't we?

Me: Yes, yes you would! There would be whole make-out sessions in every episode. And you would be required to be shirtless at least half of the time.

Kurt: Now I'm kind of glad RIB owns Glee!

Me: Really? Okay, well tell me the next time you get a solo song. Now Kurt, what should I call this fan fiction?

Kurt: How about "A Dangerous Game"?

Me: Catchy, I like it. The title I wanted originally was "The Most Excellent and Lamentable Tragedy of Kurt and Blaine", but it wouldn't fit in the little box.

Kurt: Oh I get it! Very clever.

Me: Thank you! Oh and Kurt...

Kurt: Yeah?

Me: May the odds be ever in your favor!

Kurt: *rolls his eyes and walks away*

A Dangerous Game

Chapter One: On the Train

Kurt sat in silence as the train took him away from the home he knew he would never see again. He wasn't a killer and he had no extraordinary skills; he would be dead the second the Games began. Kurt watched through the window as the factories of District Eight disappeared from sight, a single tear trailing down his face.

"Where do you think Sue is?" Rachel, the female tribute and Kurt's best friend and brother's fiancé, asked. Her voice was quiet.

Kurt wiped the tears from his eyes, before turning to her. "I don't know. She probably doesn't think we're worth mentoring."

Sue Sylvester was the winner of the 43rd Hunger Games, the most recent one from their district, and therefore their mentor. There were rumors that she was completely insane.

"Now don't say that Porcelain," Kurt and Rachel turned in their chairs to see the imposing woman enter the room.

"Excuse me! What did you just call me?" Kurt asked, glaring at the woman.

"Porcelain," she said, sitting down in the chair across from them. "I have to mentor you. That's my job. Now here's what you need to know: neither of you are going to win."

Rachel's jaw dropped, shocked at the woman's cold statement. Kurt opened his mouth to say something but she interrupted, continuing with what she was saying. "But what I can do is make sure that you aren't the first to get knocked off," she smirked. "Now I would advise that you both go, get some rest. Watch the other reapings. Get to know your competition. Who knows? One of you might prove me wrong." She got up, looking down at the two teenagers. "May the odds be ever in your favor," she said sarcastically before leaving.

Rachel glared after her, "I can't believe that woman! She could at least try! I mean, it's probably true…"

"Don't talk like that," Kurt said gently. "Let's do as she said, watch the other reapings. Get to know what to expect. That girl from last year couldn't have made it to number three with no help from her. Sue can't be completely useless."

Rachel sighed, "I suppose your right. I'll see you later." She gave him a quick hug before going off to her room.

Kurt looked sadly after her. She shouldn't be here, he thought. Rachel was getting married in a few months, and even though Kurt though she and Finn were way too young, at least she had a future waiting for her. Kurt followed her, trying to remember where his room was; he had only been shown where it was once and hadn't been paying much attention at the time. Halfway down the hallway, Kurt spotted his escort, Mr. Schue, and almost decided to go back the way he had come. Schue honestly was trying to be helpful, but he was way too positive.

Kurt grimaced when the man called his name. "Where are you going? I thought you were having your first meeting with Sue."

"Yeah, she had other plans. She basically told Rachel and me to kiss our lives goodbye and go familiarize ourselves with our soon-to-be-murders."

"Well, watching the reapings won't hurt, but I'll talk to her, okay?" Schue moved past him, giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze.

"Thanks," Kurt said, sliding open the door to his room. It was larger than his family's entire apartment back in District Eight. Kurt sat down on the bed; it squished down at least two inches. How do the people in the Capitol justify living like this? Kurt's home was so small, there was only one room and the one window there was had to remain closed to avoid letting smog into the apartment. Once when Kurt was little he had opened the window and the entire room had become unlivable for a week; he and his dad had to sleep in the hallway until it aired out. This was before his dad had met Carole, who was now Kurt's stepmother.

Kurt laid back on the bed, sighing. He managed to doze for a few minutess before the sound of the viewing screen turning on awoke him.

"Now have we had some exciting reapings today!" Caesar Flickerman's smiling face was projected on the wall. The image of District One came up on the screen. "From District One, Noah Puckerman and Sugar Motta. Noah," Caesar paused a moment listening to what someone off camera was saying, "Oh alright, I'm being told that he prefers to be called 'Puck'. Well he sure looks tough, doesn't he? Look at that Mohawk. Now Sugar Motta may not look like much, but don't be fooled folks; her father is the mayor so be sure she will be receiving gifts throughout the Game."

"Bit unfair don't you think, Caesar?" Kurt said to the man on the screen. The man was right Sugar really didn't look like much; she was dressed in a bright pink dress and heels. She probably wasn't much of a fighter, but Caesar was right about another thing too; her family would be showering her with gifts to help her through the Games.

The screen changed back to Caesar and he made a few jokes and comments before it changed to the second District. The two tributes looked fierce. Sebastian Smythe actually volunteered, smiling when he stood up on the platform. The girl, Harmony, was as small as Rachel, but she had a wild look in her eyes.

"They will be a pair to reckon with." Caesar said. "Now, every Hunger Games comes with a little bit of drama, but these next two tributes have something tragically in common."

Kurt sat up, curious.

The reaping from District Three started to replay. "Chelsea Anderson," the little girl who was called crept onto the stage, keeping her head low. She couldn't be older than twelve, probably her first year entered. Her curly black hair hung in a veil around her face. She looked so small and defenseless; Kurt couldn't believe her District was so heartless that no one volunteered for her. The woman who had read her name moved onto the boy's bowl. She grabbed a paper from the bowl, "Blaine…" Her eyes widened. She cleared her throat, "Blaine Anderson." Siblings? Has that ever happened before? Kurt wondered. It was horrible; they couldn't be expected to compete against each other. Just another reason to hate the Hunger Games... and the Capitol.

"That's right folks," Caesar said. "Siblings." You could see from his face that he was as sickened by the two being chosen as Kurt was.

From District Four there were two more volunteers; David Karofsky and Santana Lopez. Kurt didn't understand why anyone would volunteer for the Games; it was like asking for death. Absolutely insane. Insane, hmm maybe Sue volunteered.

The two from District Five weren't likely to last the bloodbath at the Cornucopia. The girl, Becky Jackson, was unbelievably small. Honestly there were some who shouldn't be made to compete; it simply wasn't right. Then again no one should be made to compete. The boy's name was Jacob and he had a huge amount of red hair. Somehow he managed to look smaller than Becky, who was carrying herself surprisingly well.

An Avox came in with dinner, so Kurt didn't quite catch the name of the girl from District Six; she looked about seven although he knew she had to be older than that or she wouldn't have been entered. The boy's name was Mike Chang.

Matt Rutherford and Tina Cohen-Chang were reaped from Seven.

Caesar appeared on the screen, "This promises to be a very exciting Hunger Games this year! Now let's talk to a very interesting young man from District Eight." Caesar's image was moved to the left side of the screen and an unmistakable picture of District Eight filled the other half. Along with... Finn! Kurt smiled at the sight of his brother. "Finn Hudson everyone. Now Finn, I understand that you are very close to both tributes this year is that right?" there was a slight delay before Finn answered.

"Kurt is my brother and Rachel is my fiancé, yes." Finn said, his voice sounding like he had been crying.

"That must be hard for you. I hate to ask this but the viewers will want to know: Who are you routing for?"

Finn's eyes widened. "I don't know. Rachel... both of them. One of them has to be the winner. I can't lose them both."

Caesar nodded. "I understand and I'm sure there are many out there routing for them as well."

I sure hope so, Kurt knew that his brother was secretly hoping for Rachel was to the one to return home. Kurt didn't blame him; he hoped she would be the winner too. They replayed the reaping, in which Kurt was glad to see he had managed to keep his composure. He really didn't remember much of what happened; after his name was called everything had been a complete blur.

At least the worst hadn't happened; some local kids had threatened to sneak into the District Hall and put Kurt's name into the girls' bowl. It would have been humiliating to be picked as the female tribute. And if he had, Kurt doubted that Mayor Figgins would have done anything to stop Kurt from going. Truthfully, Finn and the rest of Kurt's family were probably the only ones hoping that he wouldn't die. Kurt was gay, and in District Eight, people weren't exactly accepting. Kurt had spent his entire life being mocked, but it really didn't faze him anymore. He could fight with words, but there was no way he was prepared or willing to fight with weapons.

Caesar moved on to District Nine. The tributes from there were a young man named Rory Flanagan and a girl named Mercedes Jones.

From District Ten, a tall dreadlocked teenager named Joe Hart and Brittany Pierce, who had a large cat that was lounging over her shoulders.

Sam Evans, a blonde boy with impossibly large lips, and a tough looking girl named Lauren Zizes were reaped from District Eleven.

The girl from District Twelve, Quinn Fabray, looked like should could handle herself, but the boy, Artie Abrams, didn't stand a chance. Again there were some people who simply shouldn't be required to enter in the Games; Artie was in a wheel chair. He paled as soon as his name was called and he had to be carried on stage as they couldn't get his wheel chair up the stairs. Caesar reappeared, "So those are this year's…"

"Kurt!" Rachel came crashing into Kurt's room. "Did you see? Finn was…"

"I saw," Kurt turned away from the projection. He patted the bed and she sat down next to him nibbling on a bit of the bread that was left on the plate the Avox had brought in. "Some of the Careers looked fierce. Did you see the part about those siblings from Three?" he asked.

Rachel nodded, "And I thought we had bad luck. Um… I just wanted to tell you that Sue wants to see both of us first thing tomorrow morning."

"Oh wonderful," Kurt said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Alright I'll see you tomorrow Rach."

"'Night," she said, getting up and sliding the door quietly closed behind her.

"Good night," Kurt said even though he knew she couldn't now hear him. He let out a long sigh, collapsing back on the bed and rubbing his eyes. The show had ended, and since Rachel had closed the sliding doors, the lights had switched off. Kurt lay there in the darkness, and eventually managed to fall into a fitful sleep filled with nightmares.

The next morning a groggy Kurt met up with Rachel and Sue in the dining car. Schue was nowhere to be seen. "Hello Porcelain," Sue said in way of greeting. "Buttchin," she was referring to Schue, "convinced me that you two might not be as hopeless as you seem, so I've decided to give you a few words of advice."

"Helpful advice?" Kurt clarified, filling his plate with the mouth-watering foods lying on platters on the table before him.

"What I told you before was helpful advice. You're familiar with your competition now, right?"

Rachel shrugged, "I suppose so."

"Now who do you think will be the easiest for you to kill at the Cornucopia?" she sipped at her energy drink.

Both teens were silent, and then Rachel said quietly "Artie Abrams." Kurt nodded.

"Wrong," Sue snapped, making them both jump, "neither of you are going to kill at the Cornucopia. Leave that to the Careers and hope they get rid of a few of each other in the process. The two of you get whatever is closest to you in way of supplies and get out of there."

"Can't argue with that," Kurt admitted.

"Now we'll be arriving in the Capitol soon. My best advice is for you two to suck up to those rainbow haired freaks. Their rich and they will be your sponsors if they like you."

"How on earth did you ever get sponsors?" Kurt asked before he could stop himself.

Sue looked slightly impressed at his gumption. "I didn't need sponsors," she said sourly. "When we get to the Capitol, go wave and greet your adoring fans. Just don't forget that they will be betting on how and when you will die."

Suddenly the light coming in through the windows started to flash as they went through a tunnel. Kurt hurried to the nearest window, Rachel closely following. The huge city came into view, large shinny towers so different from the smokestacks of home.

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