>:-| who do you think you are, sending that, when the last movie I watched was Mockingjay?????
WELP, dead characters and violence ahoy, but our boys are alive, so you can guess where this prompt is going
This is unheard-of. The Career tribute from District 1 and the unlucky, random selection from District 7 should never have allied, much less survived this long together, but there they are, holed up in a tree canopy trying to remain as quiet as possible while one of their enemies walks carefully across the forest floor underneath them. Blaine trembles in Kurt’s arms, burrowing tighter into his hold, and Kurt drops a barely-there kiss to his greasy curls and holds on. Kurt has nothing left back home, not anymore, not now that he’s turned on Quinn, his tribute-mate. He hadn’t planned on that. He also hadn’t planned on the connection he’d found with Blaine during training, but his plans are irrelevant now. They’ve fallen for each other and now Quinn is dead, Kurt having shot an arrow through her back right when she was about to throw a spear through Blaine’s.
There are four left standing: Kurt, Blaine, Marley from District 12 (who they haven’t seen since she fled from the Cornucopia at the start of the Games), and–
“I KNOW YOU’RE HERE, BLAINE!” Santana screams, holding her axe at the ready as she peers through the trees around her. She’s a lethal throw with that thing, and Blaine knows it, having witnessed her skills for years before this moment. They’re camped out in a cross of branches a little ways above a hive of tracker-jackers, which kept the other remaining tributes away until they, too, perished in ways unseen, but if Santana spots him and Kurt in their tree, one of them will die, no question about it. “HOW DARE YOU TURN ON YOUR DISTRICT! I WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU LAST, BUT – but you let Brittany die, and now…”
Santana sobs. The sequence of deaths had been so quick: Blaine hadn’t covered District 3′s Brittany as he’d agreed to do in their earlier alliance, and the Career from 2, Puck, killed her, so Santana got him and his tribute-mate Rachel when she tried to retaliate… all the while, Blaine disappeared into the forest with Kurt, who left his own tribute-mate dead on the ground behind him. And now Santana, heartbroken, enraged, and reckless, would either kill them both or die trying.
Kurt raises one hand, slowly, slowly, so he can get his dagger against the thin branch holding up the tracker-jacker hive. He meets Blaine’s eyes, pauses – Blaine grew up with her, they came here together, home will never forgive him if he makes it back – until Blaine, tears streaming silently down his face, nods.
The hive falls. Santana screams.
Blaine buries his face in Kurt’s chest and waits for her to stop.
