Hi! Welcome to the last chapter of A Very Glee Hunger Games. I apologize for the late upload. I had a party Saturday and I was with my bestie this wrote this Monday morning, and then I forgot to post it and then some things cam up and I wasn't in the mood to post it. Anyways, there isn't a sequel, either. I may post a similar story with them being at Hogwarts, but I'm pretty sure my next project is a bunch or one- shots. I have the first one in mind already. Anyways, let's get to the story.

Disclaimer: For the last time, Glee and The Hunger Games aren't mine.

Previously on A Very Glee Hunger Games:

Blaine's POV

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I say. After I'd finished, Kurt took his last breath, and I heard his cannon. His picture flashed in the sky. In a rage, I took my knife, and I charged at the girl. I ran at her, and drove it into the foot, and she lost her footing, and I pushed her off of the Cornucopia. She screamed, and the wolf mutts ran over to her. I listened to her screams as the wolves tore her apart until her cannon went off. The fire went away, and the wolves retreated into the rumble of the city. I moved next to Kurt, kneeling by his body. Suddenly, my world started shaking, and I heard Kurt's voice calling my name before I collapsed, and the world turned white and bright. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't believe what I saw.

Blaine's POV

"K-Kurt?" I ask, not believing my eyes.

"Yes, sweetie, it's me," he said.

"But you were dead," I said, I heard the cannon.

"wait, you had the dream too?" he asked.

"It was just a dream? I ask not believing what I'm hearing.

"Yes," He said, "I'm glad it was."

"How do I know this isn't a dream?" I say, "what if this is just what I wish was happening? What if I'm still in the Capital?"

"You're not," he said. I looked around. I was in my room lying on my side of the bed, facing the wall. Kurt was sitting up next to me on the other side of the bed.

"I woke up about 20 minutes ago," he said, "which is when I died."

"It took that long for those wolves to tear her apart?" I ask.

"Yeah," he said, "when I woke up you were screaming, but I wanted you to win, so I didn't wake you."

"Thanks," I say, flipping to face him, "kiss me."

"Alight," he said, leaning in to me. I felt the familiar softness of his lips. I put my tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. I pull away a minute later, and he lets out a protest. I sit up and start kissing him all over the place. I press myself against him and feel his familiar form. I feel his col lips upon my throat. I look at him for permission to go further, He nods, and I lift his pajama shirt over his head and then run my hands up and down his torso.

"I should die more often in your dreams," he comments. Leaving my hands running up and down his stomach, I press my lips back against his. He lets out a groan and pulls back. I give him a look of protest, but then he takes my shirt off and throws it onto the floor. A couple minutes later, all of our clothes were on the floor, but we weren't going anywhere. I was fine with that, too I loved him, and I respected whatever pace he want to go at.

"I love you," I said out loud.

"I love you too," he said, "when will your parents be home?"

"Late tonight," I say.

"I guess we have plenty of time," he said, climbing on top of me.

"Kurt, I wanted to be on top," I protested.

"You can be next time," he said with an evil and suggestive grin on his face.

"And when will that be?"

"In about a half hour," he said, smirking.

"I like the way you think," I say.

At about lunchtime we got up out of bed. We were supposed to meeting the rest of the New Directions at one for lunch at BreadStix. We both took showers, one at a time, so that we wouldn't be later for lunch. I went first and then walked into my room, picking out an outfit. I didn't want to be too layered today, as it is August. I pulled on a light blue and white polo and white skinny jeans. I went upstairs and waited for Kurt to finish.

Soon the older boy was upstairs as well. I took his hand and grabbed my keys. We walked to my car, and only let go of his hand so that he could get in. Somehow, this all seemed like a dream and I felt like I would wake up and he would be dead and I'd be back in District 12. I didn't want this to be a dream. Once we were both buckled in, I grabbed his hand and drove the familiar route to BreadStix. We walked inside to find some of the New Directions and warblers already there. The restaurant had been rented out for us because we were having a reunion. I looked around. Santana and Sebastian were sitting across from each other at a two person table. Both had decided they were bi over the summer, and Brittany and Santana had broken up about a week ago, so it was no surprise that the two were across from each other. They were both bad and evil sometimes, but did have a good side.

"Hey guys," I say, pulling Kurt over to them with me.

"hi," Santana said, "glad you two are still alive as well."

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"The dream," she said.

"Wait, you had it too?" I ask.

"We've talked to the people that were in. All of the remember it. Alex, Ryan, Matt, and Daren said they remember being in it too," Sebastian said. The boys he mentioned were all newer Warblers.

"They did?" Kurt asked, "I don't remember them being in."

"Alex and Matt were in nine," Santana explained, "Matt is my friend Jess' ex in the dream. He got killed because he started a protest. Alex then met Jess when she ran off from her house because she was upset about mine and Matt's deaths. When we told Alex that Jess was real, he begged us to let him met her. They are over there." She pointed to where Alex and a blonde girl were sitting, seeming to be having an interesting conversation. I took this as a chance to look around the room. Jeff, Nick, Wes, and David were at a table. Mercedes and Sam were at a two person table. Rachel and Finn were together. Mike and Tina were at a table. Joe, Rory, Quinn, Sugar, and Puck were at another. I was glad all of our friends were okay. Kurt and I made our way around to all the tables to talk to our friends. Finally we took a pot at our usual table. I didn't let go of Kurt's hand at all that day. The best part was that my mother called me telling me they weren't going to be home until the next afternoon. I slept once again with Kurt, keeping my arms around him all night long.

I bet you weren't expecting that! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this story, because it is now official over. I'd like to thank all of the people that took the time to read, review, follow, and favorite this story. You guys are amazing. This story wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. Anyways, I hope you liked it as much as I did.

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Klainelover913