Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Come What May.

Note: Another of Our Lord Colfer's favorite love songs! Hooray! Again, it works well for this story, especially because (brace thyselves) this is the last chapter! Before you ask, I AM going to do a sequel-to-the-sequel, or perhaps, a spinoff. And I WILL post a quick Epilogue tomorrow. But I do think this song rounds off this chapter in the Fire Trilogy nicely. Thoughts? Suggestions? I'm open to all. (You know what else I'm open to? Reviews.)

Note 2: Okay, so I tried to upload this on Monday night, but the site was having upload issues, so I'm uploading this now. You'll still get your Epilogue, though!

"They kicked her out?" Puck stared at Kurt in disbelief.

"Yeah," Kurt growled. "I swear, I'm going to go right up to that bitch and tell her where she can shove her-"

"Calm down there, cutie," Puck grabbed Kurt by the shoulders. "There's nothing we can do about this. Let's just try and get Santana a new home. What did your dad say?"

"She can stay for a little while, but really no more than a week."

"Wish we could take her," Puck said regretfully. "But my 'rents said no."

Kurt sighed. "Maybe she can crash with Brittany or something? Or maybe we can all share her until school's out. She can a job and buy her own apartment."

"Can't she live with her girlfriend?"

Kurt shook his head. "If Mrs. Lopez threw Santana out, I can only imagine what Tallulah's parents would do to her. Probably beat her to death or something."

Puck's expression grew serious. "What do you mean, Kurt?"

Kurt looked away. "Oh…um, let's just say that her parents are…really harsh."

"You mean abusive."

Kurt twiddled his thumbs. "In a manner of speaking…yes."

"Can't she…?"

"She's never really talked about it. I only know because she told Santana…who told me."

"God, I can't stand parents that are such assholes like that."

"I'm just lucky that my dad didn't turn that way after my mom passed away."

"Tell me about her," Puck said suddenly.

"My mom?" Puck nodded. "Well, she was…she was really beautiful. People say that I look just like her. She was the nicest, most honest person you'd ever meet. Even though she died when I was only eight, I still really miss her." He paused, deep in thought. "I remember meeting this kid in the hospital…ohmyGod, I met Artie there!"

Puck looked thoroughly confused at Kurt's steam of consciousness commentary. "Wait, what?"

"The doctor wanted to talk to my dad, so I wandered down the hall and something drew me to this room, and there was a kid in there, just about my age, who said that his legs didn't work right. I remember commenting on his well-decorated wheelchair. He said his name was Artie. Wow," Kurt chuckled. "I knew him all this time and I never realized it."

Puck laughed. "I can't believe that you remember all of this. I can't even remember what I did last week."

"Boys," Kurt rolled his eyes. "I have the memory of an elephant, and an elephant never forgets."

"Do you remember when you first fell for me?" Puck teased.

"I most certainly do. It was freshman year. You were walking down the hall in a tank top and jeans, and I thought it was the hottest thing ever."

"Hmm, maybe I should wear that more often," Puck grinned. "So I was on Netflix and I found this cool movie with Nicole Kidman in it and so I rented it."

Kurt perked up. "Which one is it? I do love a good Nicole movie."

"Oh, just a little film called…Moulin Rouge!."

Kurt squealed. "Oh my God, I love that movie! It's only one of the best love stories of all time. AND it has singing and dancing in it! And Ewan McGregor…yum."

Puck glared at Kurt. "Anyway, so the love song in it is really cool, and I've been practicing it…do you want to, um, sing it with me?"

Kurt gasped. "I've only wanted to sing that song with someone since the age of thirteen!"

Puck chuckled. "Well, good. So you wanna?"

"Only if I get to be Nicole."

"Deal," Puck flirt-punched Kurt on the shoulder.

Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you, until the end of time

Kurt blushed. This was a quintessential love song, and he was beyond thrilled to be singing it with Puck. It really did feel like Kurt had never seen the sky before. It was turning darker now, and they were in their local park. The sun was setting, and the sky was a brilliant shade of yellow, infused with pinks and blues and oranges. It was the most beautiful thing that Kurt had seen in a long time; he'd almost forgotten that the sky could look like this. Was this what love made you feel like? If it was, Kurt didn't want to ever not be in love. He wanted to just vanish inside of Puck's kiss and never return. He wanted to perform a magic act and disappear, never to be seen again, unless Puck was there.

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you, until my dying day

Kurt was bright red by now. Their relationship had overcome such adversity, that Kurt was surprised that they were still standing. They had been through turmoil and loss, grief and love found when all seemed lost. But no matter what came, Puck was always standing beside Kurt. He didn't care that Kurt had been on antidepressants for the past few months, or that he'd seen Kurt at the lowest point that he'd ever seen anybody. He would love Kurt until the day he died. He hoped he'd die before Kurt so that he would never have to live without him.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you

Kurt took Puck's hand and led him down the path as he sang. He seemed to move with grace and dignity. Everything just seemed perfect, like they were the only two people in the world, like nothing else mattered than right here, right now. Not even a year ago, Kurt had felt like his life was a waste. He had nothing to live for, especially after Mercedes died. Sure, they could always say he had his dad, Carole, and Finn, but Kurt saw it as being nothing to live for. Now, with Puck, his life didn't seem that way anymore. His life was no longer meaningless. Everything revolved around Puck. Kurt didn't want to be one of those girls—err, boys—whose lives revolved around their boyfriends, but he felt himself under Puck's tight spell, unable to break free, and not caring.

And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side

Puck allowed himself to be led by Kurt. He usually liked to be the leader, but this was Kurt's song, and it was Kurt's moment. There was nothing he wouldn't do for Kurt. He would climb Mount Everest, and he would swim the length of the Nile River. As long as he could always love and be with Kurt, he would take any measure to make sure that Kurt was always his. He had always told himself that he would never be in a committed relationship as long as he was in high school, and here he was, one hundred percent committed to Kurt. And Puck wouldn't want it any other way.

Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you
I love you
Until the end of time

Kurt just wanted to run down that path and scream. He had no idea what he was doing. He was so in love, and yet, he was so afraid. He was afraid that this could all be something good that would come and go as quickly as it started. He was afraid that Puck would soon expect sex from him. Puck couldn't help it; he was a teenage boy, after all. Kurt was terrified that Karofsky would never give it up, that he would always be there, leering at Kurt from around the corner. But one look into Puck's eyes told him otherwise. Kurt knew that this was true love, and that every word Puck was singing was true.

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you, until my dying day

Kurt would indeed. He would love Puck until his dying day. He had once heard a Winnie-the-Pooh quote that said "if you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so that I never have to live without you." It was something that Kurt's mother had always said to him, and Kurt had said it to Mercedes. Now he was able to say it to Puck. Kurt didn't want to live one day without Puck. He wanted to wake up every morning with Puck sleeping next to him, wanted to kiss him as he woke up every morning and before he fell asleep every night.

I will love you (come what may)
Oh, yes I will love you (come what may)
I will love you, until my dying day

Kurt didn't care who was around; he titled his chin up and kissed Puck. "I will always love you," he whispered.

"Until the day I die," Puck added softly. "You know what you remind me of?"

"What?" Kurt fluttered his eyelashes.

"Like a phoenix. You know, those cool birds that burst into flames when they die and then they're reborn from the ashes?"

"A phoenix," Kurt whispered. "I like that." He let the word roll off his tongue. Phoenix. Phoenix. Phoenix.

"You're my phoenix," Puck pulled Kurt into his chest. "And you've been reborn from those ashes."

Kurt giggled at the vibrations he felt from Puck's chest. "It feels good."

"What, my arms or being reborn?"

Kurt paused. "Both." He grinned up at Puck. "Come on. Let's go home. I have Moulin Rouge! on DVD. We can watch it with Santana, or…" Kurt ran a finger down Puck's chest semi-seductively. "We can watch it by ourselves and snuggle. And maybe we can even make out."

Puck's eyes lit up. "Race you home!"

"No fair!" Kurt laughed, running after his boyfriend. He felt like he was flying, like he could just soar through the air forever.

He felt like a phoenix.