Author's Note: Well, this took way too long to come out! Goodness. But I know how much you all loved this story, and I've seen all the pleas to finish it, so here goes nothing. This was really hard to do. I always have trouble with meaningful endings. My stories tend to be strong at the beginning and middle, but either I don't finish or my ending cheapens the whole story. I really wanted to just leave the ending open to imagination, but so many of you wanted a clean finish, and honestly, so did I. I just really didn't know how to do it.

I hope this doesn't cheapen the value of the story as a whole. This will be my first completed mulitchapter fic on this site, so it's quite a milestone for me. I hope you all enjoy it!

So many of you have also been inquiring about my collaboration with the amazing KurtandBlaineGleek. I just want to mention that it's nowhere near over, but we both needed some time. The next chapter goes over to her, and I'm positive it's going to be fantastic. So be on the lookout!

Disclaimer: For the final time, Glee does not belong to me.

Thanks for being so patient with me, and please enjoy the final installment of "Baby It's Cold Outside."


The next few days passed by, and Blaine was in a complete fog. Never in his life had he ever seen anything so spectacular. Kurt was healing. He was finally responding to the medication that had been pumped into his system the last few days. He was going to survive. And Finn too, from such a bad car crash. If Blaine had never witnessed a miracle before, he was surely witnessing one now.

Over the next week, visitors were not permitted in neither Finn's nor Kurt's room. For this reason, Blaine was actually able to go home, breathe a little easier, and get some much-needed sleep. He called back all his Dalton friends who had wanted to hang out and told them what was going on. All were quite supportive.

Finally, finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting for his chance to go talk with his boyfriend, on the first Monday back at school after spring break, when he arrived at the hospital after school, Mr. Hummel told him he was allowed to go visit Kurt. Carole was currently visiting with Finn. Blaine walked down the hall from the waiting room to the hospital room with a pounding heart. Nobody in the ward paid him any mind – why should they? He shuffled by them all silently before finding the room. He could tell the lights were out. Carefully, he slid open the door and peeked inside.

Kurt was lying comfortably in the bed, his face pale, his cheeks sallow, his eyes halfway shrunken in and bloodshot. He looked so much thinner than Blaine remembered. His breathing was shallow and Blaine could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest from under a heap of blankets. Kurt was also hooked up to multiple machines and tubes, but to Blaine's relief, a ventilator was not one of them. He did however have the telltale oxygen tube hooked up and placed beneath his nose. The Warbler stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. At the slight noise, Kurt looked up and smiled weakly.

"Blaine," he said, as enthusiastically as he could manage, and in that one name, Blaine realized Kurt had been missing him just as much as he had been missing Kurt. In two strides, Blaine was at the bed and taking the frail Kurt into his loving arms. There were tears in his eyes.

"Oh my God, Kurt," he said, and his voice quivered and broke. "Oh, thank God. I'm so glad you're alive."

"Me too," Kurt joked weakly. "But you all aren't getting rid of me that easy." He was joking again, Blaine realized. That was a good sign. He let his boyfriend go and eased him back down into a lying position. He then took a seat on the familiar chair by the bed.

"How do you feel?" He asked, indiscreetly wiping his eyes with his hand.

"So much better," Kurt said with a sigh. "Blaine, I don't know what happened, but the medicine finally started working, for no reason at all."

"I know," Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand. "The doctors said it was a medical mystery. You were supposed to die." Kurt was silent for a long time. Blaine did not rush him to speak.

"I heard about Finn," he finally said. "He survived too. With just a few broken bones. That can't be accidental, Blaine." Kurt looked at him meaningfully. Blaine realized with a start that the countertenor was waiting for his theory on what happened.

"I don't know," Blaine said. "I feel like there should be an explanation, but there is none. It's like… a miracle. You know, like when things that seem impossible become possible?"

"I know what a miracle is, Blaine," Kurt said jokingly. "The disease killed my lungs, not my brain." Blaine couldn't help but chuckle. He'd missed diva-Kurt, more than he was ever really going to be willing to admit.

"Do you believe in them is the question," Blaine countered.

"Now I do," Kurt said, and stared deeply into Blaine's eyes. Suddenly, Blaine remembered the last crane he had crafted. He had kept it with him as a token at school to remind him to be strong for Kurt. He pulled it from his pocket and fluffed it back into shape. Kurt trained his eyes on it.

"Is that…?" He asked incredulously. He could not finish the sentence.

"Number one thousand," Blaine replied. "I folded it up right before they were going to pull the plug. And I made my wish." He didn't know if he believed that a wish on a few paper statues was enough to bring his boyfriend back from the near-dead, but he didn't feel like debating it at that point.

"Here," he said, and gently placed it in Kurt's other hand, the one Blaine was not currently holding for dear life. "I want you to have it. I know you don't believe in a higher power, and that's totally fine with me. But something, or someone, somewhere was looking out for us, and this crane… well, I used to believe it. Maybe I still do." Blaine realized he was rambling about how contradicted he was feeling inside his own head. Kurt smiled slightly.

"Funny, Blaine, I've never known you to be the indecisive type," he quipped. After a "look" from his boyfriend, he leaned upward toward him.

"Thank you," he whispered. Blaine moved in a little closer, and their lips met. Kurt wound his arms around the back of Blaine's neck, and his fingers tangled in Blaine's curls. Blaine pulled Kurt in close ever so softly, two gentle hands pressed on his back. They stayed like that for a long moment, savoring the kiss.

"I'm so glad you didn't die," Blaine said.

"I'm glad I didn't die too," Kurt said, and both started laughing, which started Kurt coughing again, which made one of the machines he was hooked up to go crazy for a second, before quieting down along with his paroxysms.

"Maybe we should save the jokes for after your better," Blaine suggested. Kurt simply shrugged.

"If I don't laugh I might cry," he confessed. Blaine smiled.

"Me too," he admitted. They sat in silence just staring at one another for a long time.

"Thank you," Kurt finally said.

"What for, baby?" Blaine asked.

"For being you," Kurt responded, "and for being mine." He leaned over for another kiss.

The entire McKinley High Glee Club was waiting outside one week later to welcome two of their members back to school after a long separation. Kurt Hummel and Finn Hudson stood side-by-side as they bravely made their way up the walk to the school building. Kurt was armed with an inhaler and was trembling slightly from all his body had endured the last few weeks and the steroid medication he had been given to keep his lungs in check. He still would not be singing for another week until he was completely recovered, but he was allowed to return to school. Finn was in a walking cast for his ankle, which had begun to heal in the last two weeks, and had a cast up his left arm to his elbow. The brothers had both been through a lot, and their friends had been right there with them every step of the way. The McKinley kids had come to visit the boys daily after school was over until they had finally been discharged from the hospital. There were hugs and loving words exchanged as the New Directions reunited.

"Thank God you guys are alive," Quinn said, hugging both of them. She had been the one to alert the others about Kurt's situation, and had also been the first told about Finn's accident. She squeezed Finn's good hand tightly. "I've missed you," she whispered.

"Missed you, too," Finn said with a small smile.

"Okay, okay, enough of the love fest," Santana quipped. "Let's just all hug and get on with life." Nobody could suppress their laughter.

Finn brought news of being out of his ankle cast soon, but that he still had to grapple with his concussion and his broken arm for a while yet. That meant no contact sports or videogames, which he was sort of bummed about. Kurt said his lungs were looking a whole lot better and just needed a bit of rest to recoup. Nobody could have been happier for them.

"I'm calling a celebratory Glee Club meeting today after school," Mr. Schue said. Rachel opened her mouth to make a request, but was cut off by Will. "Yes, Rachel, we can sing 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.'" No one could help but laugh, including Rachel herself.

Blaine came all the way from Dalton that afternoon for the special Glee Club meeting being held after school in honor of Kurt and Finn. He sat in a red, plastic chair right next to Kurt, hugging him close from around his tiny shoulders. The cold, harsh, cruel winter had gone away, he realized, replaced by the fresh beginning of spring. The weather was even cooperating now. He squeezed Kurt's shoulders lovingly. They had survived the storm. Now it was just smooth sailing from here on out. Blaine realized how much he had come to really care for Kurt, care for him to the point of loving him deeply, with whole heart and whole soul. He thought about saying something, but decided to save it for another day and just enjoy this moment in Kurt's company where he wasn't sick or on the brink of death.

As they listened to the song together, performed by some of the best voices in Glee Club (aka, Puck, Rachel, and Sam), Kurt realized he'd been given a second chance to really look on the bright side of life for a change. He knew he never would forget to, not after what he'd been through. He smiled from where he sat in his chair. Recovery was going to be the easiest part, he told himself. He kissed Blaine's hand and clutched tighter the little object in his own: a small paper crane, Blaine's 1000th. A symbol of love. A symbol of hope. A symbol of miracles.

A/N: So that's it. Oh my gosh, I'm going to cry. It is with great pride and genuine pleasure to say, The End. Thank you all for being such wonderful readers. Hopefully I'll have something new started very soon. Until then, you've been great. As always, please review, one final time. It's been so much fun to write for you all, and I hope to continue producing stories that will draw you in. Again, keep looking for the next part of "Christmas, Locked Doors, and Chicken Pox." We are not through yet! :)

Ciao, lovely Klainers!