You Think This Is Hard? - A Hunger Games/ Glee crossover fanfiction

Chapter 36: Perfect

Chapter 36: Perfect

Kurt’s P.O.V.

If you had asked me yesterday morning, I would have said that there was no way in a million years that being in The Hunger Games would be boring, but boring is the only word that can be used to describe it.

I sit with my back to the cliff wall, staring out across the vast arena below me. I do wonder where it ends. Is there a point where it just stops and everything beyond that is an illusion or is there simply an invisible wall separating us from the rest of the forest? I doubt I will ever know.

I have spent most of the day thinking of pointless and folly things like this, more to keep my brain occupied than anything else.

Rachel and Blaine – for the first time in hours – are silent. They have spent the entire day singing of all things; sharing songs from the Districts, doing what they could to remember songs we heard in the Capitol and on a few occasions attempting to write their own. I have learnt four things today:

1.    Blaine’s voice in inhumanly perfect.

2.    Rachel cannot write songs.

3.    Apparently this is a better hiding place than we originally thought because no one has seen or heard us, even with all the singing.

4.    There is a point when even the most beautiful voices begin to grate on you.

After the first two hours, they realised that I was not going to join in and gave up asking. At first I was glad, because I was almost ready to jump off of the cliff just so I didn’t have to put up with their questioning anymore, but after an hour of sitting there in silence I started wishing that they would start talking to me again just so I had something to do.

That was about three hours ago now.

Six hours since they started singing. Six hours since that last time I heard what silence sounds like, so as is imaginable, the change is startling.

“Did your voices finally get tired?” I ask, uncrossing my arms and turning my head toward them.

“No,” Rachel replies, but her voice, which is scratchy and course, states otherwise.

I just nod and go back to staring at nothing. The view from up here is extremely spectacular, there is no denying that, but after six hours of looking at the same things with the only action being the Careers occasionally moving around their camp down by the river and for a few hours leaving to ‘hunt,’ even the most amazing landscape gets boring. I didn’t see either of their kills, but two canons have sounded over the course of the day so I can guess that they were successful.

When the wind is blowing in the right direction the spray from the huge waterfall on our right hits my face, as it is doing now. It is refreshing and this morning, I had the ingenious idea to turn one of the backpacks inside out so that the water-resistant side was facing outwards and then place it near the edge so that water would gradually pool in it. I do have my moments. At least this way, we will not run out of water. Our food supplies on the other hand are a worry. We have enough to last us tonight and probably tomorrow as well – strictly rationing it of course – but after that I am not sure what we will do. We will face that when it happens.

“It’s too quiet now,” Rachel pouts, shredding a leaf and throwing the fragments over the edge, watching them float gently down and land in the water below.

“You’re more than welcome to start a conversation,” I say. “As long as it does not involve singing, that is.”

“What’s wrong with our singing?” she huffs.