AN: You are all too kind to me! Thanks again to all the lovely reviewers and readers! But alas this is the end! It's weird to think that this all started as a ridiculous long one shot and now it's nine chapters long, seriously, what the hell? But it's been crazy and fun, so who can complain, almost sad to this end but at the same time now I can really focus on my new story (if you're curious just ask, but it's still very in the early stages of planning and writing)!

Half the chapter is the epilogue, half is a breakdown of Wes' and David's rules. Hope you enjoy! Sorry it's a little on the short side, but hey so is Darren, and we love him right? Who am I kidding, the hobbit has at least six inches on me, I'm shorty mcgee. I have no room for talk... anywhos, ignore me, and umm enjoy? yes, enjoy!

Chapter 9: Epilogue: Or Where Kurt Can Really Taste Paris

"…Than I say to the people, how can we rebuild America, the World, without a strong hand? We do not need parties bickering like obese children fighting over the last piece of pie. No. We do not need someone concerned with budget or change or anything of that sort of hippy pot smoking nature that has taken over Washington. It is time to take back our country, by force if need be! I can guarantee you that I will rebuild America, safer, stronger, better! It will be easier than getting William Schuester to stop using so much Crisco in his hair! So get ready America, get ready World, I am here and I will take care of everything."

Sue Sylvester pursued her lips and nodded once before waving away any questions and exited the television screen.

Kurt clicked off the TV and sighed heavily, collapsing back onto the bed. Blaine curled into his boyfriend's side and nipped at his exposed shoulder.

"Even a country away and hundreds of thousands of miles between us, she still scares the shit out of me." Blaine admitted between kisses.

Kurt turned towards the boy and wrapped one of his hands in the dark curls arching his neck to allow Blaine better access. Concentrating on words instead of merely moaning, he replied, "You should be, Coach is now the richest woman alive after selling the formula to every country, reselling the correct formula after that, a- ah ah… and now taking over America."

Blaine smirked up at Kurt, successfully flustering the boy, which Kurt than saw. "Proud of yourself?"

Blaine chuckled under his breath and nodded, while Kurt rolled his eyes, "You're such a dick."

"I don't know about being a dick but I can certainly suck-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence Blaine Anderson!" Kurt scowled and tried to scoot away from him.

Blaine held on and didn't let the smaller boy budge, "Why?" he pouted, "You certainly had no problem last night with that sentence."

"Yeah, last night, when David and Wes were asleep in their own room, down the hall from ours." Kurt replied, trying his damnedest to keep his eyes off Blaine's mouth. A crash from outside their door and shouts from tumor one and tumor two or better known as David and Wes broke the relative piece the couple had been enjoying in the mid afternoon. "And since Wes and David are right outside in the living room, I am not going to risk getting caught doing anything."

Blaine muttered something like 'stupid cockblocks' but consented and went back to pressing open mouthed kisses across Kurt's neck and shoulder, loving that Kurt was now comfortable enough to keep his shirt off around him. Kurt giggled into Blaine's kiss and rolled onto of the shirtless boy, peppering his chest with tiny kisses. Blaine hummed in content and relaxed into Kurt's touch.

"I can't help but think that we'd be safer just staying in France. We could move our families here, our friends if they want. Put as much distance as we can between us, our loved one, and Ms. Sylvester." Blaine stated, resting his chin on his sternum. His eyes crossed as he focused or at least tried to on the boy resting on his chest.

Kurt countered, "There's no hope. That's not going to work. Shortly after she took over the capital she offered me all of Europe as her second in command." As he talked, it tickled Blaine as he felt Kurt's jaw movements and the hum in his chest from the vibrations of his vocal chords.

"She offered only Europe for a bribe to help her take over the entire world?" Blaine asked, laughing slightly.

"Also, as the Minister of Europe, I would have endless amount of pull in the fashion industry with an equally endless supply of workers to make all my designs. And with messages, pedicures, and facials available any time, any day." Kurt's eyes went unfocused as he dreamt of the consolation prizes of ruling a good portion of the world.

Blaine thought it over, "You should have taken it," He smirked.

Kurt huffed and smacked him on the chest, "Oh shut up you! I didn't want to be tied to the mad woman who will end up destroying the world."

"Still," Blaine said, his eyes too going out of focus, "I'd have an unlimited supply of blue M&M'sand skinned grapes. With fan boys and endless movie and TV stations."

Kurt pulled back and glared at the boy, "Fan boys?"

Blaine blushed, embarrassed, "Or you know, you could dress up and fan me and feed me skinned grapes and blue M&Ms." He asked slyly.

The other laughed sarcastically, "Haha like that would ever happen. I'd sooner dress as a lumberjack again."

"I don't know, you'd look beautiful in a toga, like… like a god." Blaine could picture it now, Kurt's hair styled up and lushes, pale skin radiant and almost glowing eternally, white toga accenting his skin and bring attention to his amazing curves.

"Blaine? Blaine!" Kurt snapped in the boy's face. "Stop drooling, you aren't a puppy."

Blaine shook off the lust filled haze. "Wahhh?"

"I can't believe you," Kurt rolled his eyes and collapsed back onto the other boy's chest.

The two grinned at each other wordlessly, Blaine leaned forward to kiss Kurt but the door swung open with David and Wes flinging themselves onto the large king sized bed.

"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt!" David chanted while Wes whined, "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine!"

With their combined weight bouncing on the bed, Kurt bounced right off Blaine and off the bed. A string of curses fell from his lips as he picked himself off the floor and back onto the bed, kicking at David and Wes as he snuggled back next to his boyfriend.

"Oh! Are daddy and daddy getting' it on? Did we interrupt?" Wes asked with a knowing, sly grin.

Kurt buried his head into Blaine's bare shoulder, "Oh shut up! I hate you both."

"That's not a not a nice thing to say Dad." David poked at Kurt while Blaine laughed and held his boyfriend tighter.

"Don't even joke about you being our kids. Our kids will be well behaved and cute, not annoying and brats like you." Blaine said.

Kurt raised his head and starred at him, "You think about our kids?" he asked in an awed voice.

Blaine blushed but nodded, "Yeah I do. I think about a lot of things about our future."

"Like what?" Kurt had to ask, brimming with surprise yet a small about of pleasure, happy to know he wasn't the only one dreaming of their future.

"Well the world would slowly rebuild itself and we stay for a bit here, in Paris, enjoying life. Maybe we'd being along your family and our friends from both New Directions and the Warblers. We all have a blast living it up in the city, dancing, singing all the time. Then we'd go to college, me at Julliard and you at Parsons. We live together in a really nice apartment given us graciously by Mrs. Sylvester. Marriage. Kids. Old age and living together, forever." Blaine rattled off, starring into Kurt's eyes, trying to express just how serious he was about his dreams.

A pleased smile full with love spread across Kurt's face, "No wrinkles for me though, I, of course, would still be beautiful in my old age. And you'll look dignified with pepper colored hair."

The couple, on the same page, locked gazes and smiled, imagines of what their lives could be running through their minds.

The moment was broken when David wiped at his eyes and Wes chooed, "Aww! So cute!"

"And we'll live next door and be the favorite uncles for those little future kids." David added, pleased with himself and his idea.

"We'll never get rid of you two will we?" Kurt bemoaned and Blaine agreed, commenting, "Might as well think of the tumors as practice for the future. We'll be able to handle anything those future kids throw at us. Now I say we should take the tumors for a walk and get those croissants and coffee at that café down the street."

Kurt nodded and jumped off the bed, "Alright love! You know I can't turn down those pastries at that café." He pulled on an acceptable shirt that matched with the jeans he already had on. "Let's go Blaine, let's go practice!children."

In minutes the four were out and down in the heart of Paris, safe (still carrying their weapons of choice on their person, hey, you can never be too careful!), happy and in love. Above all, with tons of leverage with Coach Sylvester as the four were the only people in the world who knew the last secret ingredient to the cure!

And maybe all of Blaine's and Kurt's dreams came true, and maybe not all of them did, but in the end, all that matters was that their story ended in a…

And they lived Happily Ever After.

Extra, Extra Read All About It!

Wes' and David's Seven Step Plan on How to Survive Your Very First Zombie Apocalypse

Or: Seven Steps to Being the Virginal Brunette Who Always Survives Every Movie

Step 1: Do Not Panic – sounds simple enough, but when you realize that people you know are zombies, you cannot panic, and do not try to keep them as pets or help them in anyway. Do not panic and start flaying around, you'll be one of the first to die/be turned.

Step 2: Grab a Weapon – something easy to carry, something you know how to use (do not grab a gun thinking you are suddenly the best shot of the whole ol' West), something that will hold up when bashed against the skulls of the many walking dead.

Step 3: Get Somewhere Safe - preferably somewhere all entrances are locked but one, minimal windows possible, board up if necessary (and it will be). Have a back up exit plan though if your one entrance is blocked by a hoard of undead and/or set aflame as you stupidly thought that would work to kill everyone (a la Shaun of the Dead).

Step 4: Gather Supplies – you cannot expect to last long battling the dead when your mind will drift off to a single drop of thirst quenching water or slice of lovely chocolate cake to cease that rumbling in your stomach. Killing the zombies will work up a sweat, and you will be hungry and thirsty before long.

Step 5: Team Up – if possible team up with fellow survives, though it might end up attracting more attention, it is best to have people who will watch you back and kill the zombie that surprisingly, was quiet enough to sneak up on you. You have to sleep sometimes too.

Step 6: Do Not Have Sex – no sex. Just don't do it. Don't listen to Nike. Having sex will only get you killed, and if you're really unfortunate you'll be attacked by zombies right before the two of you get off, and how embarrassing who it be to be killed in the nude having an intimate moment with some person you didn't know before this whole thing began, or did know but were to chicken to ask out.

Step 7: Do Not Be Cocky – just because you've survived this long, don't get too full of yourself. You are just as vulnerable as the next person, unless you cover every inch of your body with some kind of mask or shield, you can and might still die. Keep calm, stick with the rules above, and be wary of everything and everyone. Be paranoid. It's time for that. Paranoid people will stay alive.

Step 7: Revised: Always, always listen to one Sue Sylvester – simple as that. Just listen and do as she says. Disregard all above, and just focus on this step. Listen to the all mighty Coach Sylvester. Especially if you enjoy the usage of said abilities implied in Step 6.

AN: Thank You, Thank You, THANK YOU! To every person who reviewed, who alerted, who added to favorites, who added me to favorites or alerts, and those who read my mindless fun! Thank you for giving this the time of day and thanks for sticking through my erratic updates. I am so thankful and happy that this went over so well. Thanks for reading! And I hope you all have a wonderful day and continue to be wonderful people!