This story is dedicated to one of my very best friends who tragically passed away eight years ago in a car accident. He loved Lady Gaga, and many of Kurt's opinions surrounding her were his opinions as well. Love and miss you, K.

Most of this story takes place in October 2016.

It was early on a September Saturday morning when Blaine came bursting into Hummel Tires and Lube, much to Burt Hummel's surprise. The kid only ever came in when his son was working. He claimed it was so he could keep Kurt company, but Burt had caught him staring at Kurt's ass on more than one occasion and knew better than that by then.

"Kurt's not here," Burt called out, glancing up from under the hood of the Jeep he was working on before looking back down at his work.

"I know. That's why I came here," Blaine explained, slightly out of breath. "I need your help."

At that, Burt nearly whacked his head on the hood of the Jeep. "You what?"

"I need your help," Blaine panted. "I messed up. I really messed up, and I need you to help me figure out what to do about it!"

Burt sighed, taking a few steps back from the car and wiping his hands on an oily rag with a sigh. He didn't want to have to say this, but… "If you cheated on my son, I'm going to have to—"

"What?! No! Mr. Hum—I mean, Burt, I would never! I love Kurt so much, and I would never, ever cheat on him. I swear," Blaine said, looking appalled at the idea. "Cross my heart." He swiped his hand quickly across his chest in an "X" pattern.

"Okay. Okay. Calm down. I trust you, kid. Now, what do you need?"

"I messed up," Blaine explained. "I… Well, I guess I should start at the beginning."

"That always helps."

"In October—on the 23rd, actually—Kurt and I will have been dating for a year and a half, and I wanted to do something to celebrate."

"That's sweet," Burt mumbled under his breath.

Blaine gave him a half smile, his chest growing a little bit warm over the fact that the gruff Burt Hummel thought that his attempts to woo his son were "sweet." He was too stressed to really think too much about it, though, so he pushed on. "While I was surfing the web, I saw on one of the Lady Gaga gossip blogs that she was coming to Ohio on the 23rd! And when I went to look for tickets, I saw that they were super cheap because she's performing at a charity event. I knew Kurt would love it, so I bought tickets. And today, on a different blog, I found out where the concert is. That's the problem."

"Gonna have to spell it out for me, kid. I don't know anything about this Gaga woman."

"She's performing at half-time of the Ohio State Buckeyes' game…"

Burt couldn't hold back a chuckle at that. "Uh-oh."

"I know! Kurt hates football as much as he loves Lady Gaga! There's no way I'll be able to convince him to go to a football game just to see her. He'll flip out! The thing is, Burt… I can't just skip it, not tell him about it, and cut my losses because I bought us backstage passes to meet her after the game, and she's doing a private concert for those that bought the backstage passes after the game, too. I can't not take Kurt to meet Lady Gaga! He'd never forgive me!"

What the hell am I going to be able to do to help with this? Burt mused to himself. "What have you told him?" Burt finally asked.

"Nothing yet. I wanted to keep it a surprise, a good ending to an all-day date. I know there's no way my dad's going to let me take his car to Columbus and park it at the stadium. There's way too many people, and it will probably get door-dinged."

"I could drive you," Burt offered. "I understand if you don't want your boyfriend's dad along on a date, though."

Blaine's eyes went wide. "Would you?"

Burt shrugged. "Sure, kid. If that's what you want. I guess I could see about getting a ticket to the game, actually. Would be a shame to drive all that way and not actually watch them play."

At that, Blaine's eyes grew even wider, and he started to do a little clappy dance. "Ohhhhhh, my gosh!"

Unsure what to do with his son's dancing boyfriend in his shop so early on a Saturday morning, Burt just cleared his throat uncomfortably and waited for Blaine to explain himself.

"So, you could get a ticket to the game, and then tell Kurt that you invited me to go with you to a Buckeyes' game since you know I'm a fan. Then, I could beg Kurt to go with me, and that's how we could get him to the stadium!"

"Do you think that your wheedling would be enough to get him to agree?" Burt asked. "I know my kid, and I know that he *hates* football."

"I can get him with my puppy dog eyes," Blaine answered, waving a hand in dismissal as he began to pace, thinking. "I've won him over on so many things that way. Like, a few nights ago, on our date, I-"

"Woah, kid! I don't want to hear about your date. I made a promise to Kurt when the two of you started going out that I wasn't gonna pry, and if you want me to be able to keep your secret and my promise to him, I need you to stop talking."

"Okay," Blaine said, blushing. "Sorry."

"It's fine," Burt reassured him. "Now, what were you saying?"

"So, I convince Kurt to go with us to the stadium, but how do I keep him from being bored and just sitting on his phone the entire time? I want him to enjoy the game with us. With me."

"I think you might be asking for a miracle with that."

"Yeah. Maybe. I definitely don't want him to find out about Lady Gaga. That has to be a secret." Blaine was silent for a moment. He tapped his chin as he paced, thinking. "Has Kurt ever gone to a football game with you before?"

Burt just laughed at that. "You're kidding, right?"

"I want him to wear something nice. He'd kill me if he met Lady Gaga wearing less than his best. And he'll probably want to take along something to sign... How do I manage that? Do I steal something from him?"

"You'll most likely have to if you're hell-bent on keeping this a secret."

Blaine squared his shoulders. "Okay. I will. And I'll need your help. You'll have to distract him or something while I break into his Gaga chest and take something."

"Okay."

"If we're going to do this, we're going to need—"

"A plan?"

"No. Codenames! Cool ones!"

"Codenames for what, exactly?" Burt asked, eyeing Blaine. My kid loves him. My kid loves him, he kept reminding himself.

Blaine sighed. "I don't know! Maybe codewords are a better idea. If Kurt's headed toward his room when you're trying to distract him, you could say… Coconut!"

"Okay…"

"We can figure it out. The game isn't for another three weeks, and I don't want to take something too early. He'll for sure open up his chest and discover it's gone if I do that."

"You would know, kid."

Without warning, Blaine flew into Burt's arms, giving him a quick hug. "Thank you!"

Burt patted his back a few times, a small smile on his face. "Sure thing. Happy to help. Now, I know Kurt was looking forward to hanging out with you today, so you'd better head over to the house."

Blaine nodded firmly before turning around and exiting in the same fashion he'd come.

Waiting the three weeks before the concert was pure torture. He'd talked to Burt, and they'd both decided it would be easier to wheedle Kurt into going to the game on short notice. So, two evenings before, Burt made a show of presenting Blaine with a ticket to the football game right in front of Kurt.

"Hey, kid," Burt said, resisting the urge to give Blaine a wink as he approached. "I know how much you love the Buckeyes, and I thought it would be a fun outing for us. I got a few tickets from a friend for the game this weekend."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at his dad but said nothing.

"Burt, I'd love to!" Blaine said, putting on his best show face and acting surprised. "Just us?"

"Well… I bought an extra ticket in case you could think of someone else who'd like to go."

Blaine turned to Kurt, his eyes growing wide, accentuating the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes. "Will you go with us, Kurt?"

The taller boy scoffed. "Blaine Anderson, do you know me at all? I do not want to go to a football game."

"Not even for me? Pretty please?" Blaine turned up the heat, adding a pouty lip and just a hint of sadness to his eyes. "You know I can't go an entire day without you."

"Well, you might have to," Kurt replied. Already, his defenses were weakening. His voice was not nearly as steady and sure as it had been when he'd demanded to know if his boyfriend knew anything about him.

"But then I won't have any fun!" Blaine whined, grabbing hold of one of Kurt's hands and bringing it to his face. He placed a few gentle, teasing kisses on his palm. "Please will you go with me? With us?" He chanced a glance across the room at Burt, but the older man was sitting in his chair doing his best to look at anything besides his son and Blaine.

Kurt sighed heavily. "What's in it for me?"

"What do you want?"

A purely mischievous look came over Kurt's face. "I want you to agree to us wearing matching suits to our senior winter ball this year. Kurt Hummel originals. Which means…" He leaned in closer, booping Blaine on the nose lightly. "You have to be my model."

It took all Blaine had to hold back a moan at that. "Um," he stalled, trying to recenter himself. "Uh, I th-think I can do that."

"Good."

"So, you'll go?"

"Maybe…"

"Kurt! That's not fair!" Now, Blaine was pouting for real. His boyfriend was kind of a meanie sometimes.

"Fine. I'll go. But I want to be treated like a prince to make up for all the pain I'm going to feel while being there."

Blaine grinned at that. Kurt had no idea just how much of a princely experience that game was about to be. "I think that can be arranged." He leaned over, pulling Kurt into a tight hug. "I know it will be torture, but thanks for going with me," he whispered gently in his ear, kissing Kurt's neck gently, right on the pulse point.

"Mhm…" Kurt mumbled, all his vocabulary lost to the feeling of Blaine's soft lips against his neck.

The boys stayed wrapped in one another for a few minutes, Blaine's head buried in the crook of Kurt's neck—just breathing him in—and Kurt's head resting against Blaine's—holding him close.

Soon, Blaine pushed himself up, eyeing Burt. This is the part they had planned, complete with code phrases instead of codenames. Still, Blaine was both nervous and excited about it. He didn't want to be caught, but he wanted to find the perfect thing to get Lady Gaga to sign for his boyfriend. Stretching, Blaine rose to his feet. "Um, I need to go to the restroom," he announced, hoping Burt wouldn't forget what he was supposed to do. "Then, I have to check in with Cooper." He had to hold back a smirk at the fact that they'd codenamed Kurt's Gaga chest "Cooper."

"Ooookay?" Kurt said, looking at him confused. They didn't usually just announce that they were going to the bathroom.

Blaine didn't respond, just heading back down the hallway to the guest bathroom that was next to Kurt's bedroom. He smiled when he heard Burt say, "Kurt, will you come out to the garden with me? I wanted to ask you about where you were planning to put those mums you brought home from school, and I thought we could talk about how you wanted to decorate the yard for the Halloween Yard Contest next week."

"Sure," Kurt agreed.

These things were actually true, much to Blaine's chagrin. He waited for the last thing they'd agreed he'd say, though, after Blaine had finally gotten him on board with codenames and phrases. "Blaine, once you call Cooper, don't forget to sweep the garage." "Sweep the garage" is code for "lock the Gaga chest," he thought to himself. He'd been afraid he'd forget to do that and give himself away.

A moment or two later, Blaine heard the front screen door shut with a soft slap. He knew he only had a few minutes to pick the right thing.

Sneaking into Kurt's room, Blaine knelt beside his Gaga chest at the end of his bed, fiddling with the lock until it opened and he could tip the lid back. Kurt's collection was impressive. He had at least a dozen shirts, several rubber wristbands, some buttons, every single album she'd released so far, and several of the merch bags from her various tours. His favorite bag, the white one from Born This Way, was folded neatly on top. Blaine needed to be very careful not to mess up the chest, just in case Kurt got into it in the next few days.

Shuffling to the bottom of the chest where he knew Kurt kept his most prized Lady Gaga merch just in case anyone broke in—"They'll only take what's on top, Blaine!" Kurt had reasoned more than once. "They're not going to dig through my whole chest, looking for the good stuff!" He wasn't wrong, Blaine had decided—there were several choices. He had a studded wristband that he loved to pair with a few of his leather-heavy outfits, the ones that made Blaine positively swoon and nearly cum in his pants. He had the pearl necklace from the Born This Way tour, and carefully rolled and tucked along the side, he had a poster with his favorite Lady Gaga saying: "I'm Lady Gaga, a singer/songwriter. You're going to know me one day." He had adopted the mantra as his own, and he'd screamed his own version of the saying whenever one of the popular boys tried tossing him into the dumpster: "One day, you all will work for me!"

Blaine knew immediately that Kurt would want the poster to be signed. It would be hard to sneak it into the game, but he was going to find a way. It would be worth it when he produced it when it came time for the signing.

After a moment's consideration, Blaine grabbed out the studded wristband. If he knew anything about Kurt, he would at least wear a leather jacket to the game, and he'd be thrilled to have it to wear when Lady Gaga appeared in the middle of the field. Blaine had been delighted to read on a few of the Lady Gaga gossip blogs that her presence at the game would not be announced until it was time for her to come on to minimize the chances of her being attacked by paparazzi. Obviously, those who knew when they purchased tickets would be able to ambush her if they were crazy enough—and Blaine was sure there were a few insane enough to do that—but at least the announcers at the game wouldn't be shouting about it the whole time. The concert could be a secret up until the very last moment.

Blaine replaced the lock on the Gaga chest after double-checking that each of Kurt's items were where he'd left them. Then, he snuck the poster and the wristband to his car before joining his boyfriend and Burt in the backyard. It was going to be so hard to keep that secret for the next few days.

That Sunday, around 10:30 in the morning, Burt and the boys left for Columbus. The game didn't start until 3:00 that afternoon, but Burt wanted to tailgate for a little while before they went in to find their seats.

While Burt was worried about packing a cooler with drinks and some lunch, Kurt and Blaine were worried about packing their own bags, but for very different reasons. Kurt was bringing his headphones and a few magazines to read to keep himself entertained, and Blaine was stuffing his backpack full of miscellaneous things in order to hide the studded wristband and the poster from his boyfriend.

The drive to Columbus was uneventful. Blaine had convinced Burt to let them listen to Lady Gaga's new album, Joanne, on the way "as a favor to Kurt." He knew, of course, that the artist was likely to play music from her new album during the concert, and since it had just come out two days before, he wanted to be sure Kurt knew at least a few of the songs.

Kurt just smiled and squeezed Blaine's hand when his boyfriend turned on the playlist he'd made. "Thanks," he whispered, turning to look out the window and hum along with the music.

Tailgating, Kurt had to admit, was actually kind of fun. He didn't really get the point of razzing each other up and making jokes about the teams, but it was kinda nice to have some soda and a juicy burger from time to time. He didn't really care for the guys running around in what he liked to call "war paint," their faces and upper bodies covered in color and cheers for their favorite team. It was fun to sit and chat with Blaine, though, watch his dad meet a few Buckeyes fans and swap stories about games they remembered. He didn't understand any of the lingo, but he could appreciate the delight on his dad's face.

It was when the game actually started that Kurt was feeling bored. In the past, when his dad had drug him to a few high school games, Kurt had appreciated the way football pants accentuated the players' backsides, but he had Blaine now. There was no fun in that because he got to see the best ass in the entire world whenever he wanted to. There were loud announcers, and everywhere he looked, obnoxious fans were shouting to one another and waving around oversized foam fingers. Sports games were just not his cup of tea. So, he pulled out one of the many magazines he'd packed for just that reason and kicked back, set on ignoring everything around him. So set, in fact, that he missed the first big announcement.

Blaine was nervous. He tried to enjoy the first half of the game, but he was so nervous that he was actually just making Kurt hate him by dragging him to a football game on their 18-month anniversary—though Kurt hadn't mentioned it yet—without telling him what he was there for. Still, he hoped the surprise of Lady Gaga popping out during halftime would be worth it, and he was planning to tell him about the meet and greet just as soon as her set was over. So, when the announcer said, "Tonight, we have a very special guest for our halftime entertainment… The one and only Lady Gaga!" Blaine expected to get some sort of reaction out of his boyfriend. He didn't, though. Kurt stayed right where he was, reading his magazine.

Burt looked over at the two of them and frowned. "Didn't he hear?" he asked Blaine.

With a shrug, Blaine bent and pressed a quick kiss to Kurt's cheek. "Hey. Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Kurt asked, looking up and blinking. He'd gotten so caught up in what he was reading, he'd forgotten where he was.

"The announcer. He just told us there was going to be halftime entertainment."

"Well, that sounds exciting! Finally, something good to come out of a sports show."

"He said who it was. Did you hear?"

Kurt shook his head. "No. Who?" He looked at Blaine expectantly.

The other boy swallowed. This wasn't how he'd imagined Kurt finding out, but it would have to do. Leaning in close to Kurt's ear, he whispered, "Lady Gaga."

There was no answer save for Kurt's eyes growing bigger than Blaine had ever seen them. He slapped a hand over his mouth to cover up whatever silent scream he was making in the back of his throat and just stared at Blaine, dumbfounded. "What?"

"Lady Gaga is performing at halftime," Blaine affirmed, smiling. "There are only 25 seconds left on the game clock in this quarter."

"No. Nuh-uh. I can't believe it. Did you know?!" Kurt squealed.

Blaine grinned. "Of course, I knew! I was actually the one who bought the tickets, not your dad."

At that, Kurt screeched excitedly, jumping up and pulling Blaine into a hug as he bounced excitedly on his toes. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god. I can't believe it. I can't believe this is really happening. Lady Gaga is here! I am breathing the exact same air as a pop queen, Blaine! A pop queen! Oh, my god. Oh, my god. I wish I'd worn a concert shirt of hers now. Oh, my god! I've never been to a Lady Gaga concert before! Oh, my god! Blaine, thank you!"

"You're welcome, Blaine answered, smiling to himself. How much more excited is he going to be when he hears about the other part later?

Thankfully, the last of the regulated first half passed quickly, and the announcer told the crowd that the halftime show would start in 10 minutes, just as soon as they got the field set for her performance.

The entire wait, Kurt stood next to Blaine, bouncing on his toes and doing little claps as he got more and more excited. A huge stage was set up in the middle of the field, and a few minutes later, a large troupe of backup dancers filed onto the stage, taking their places. Then, the stadium lights went out, and for a moment, everything was pitch dark.

Lady Gaga's voice boomed throughout the stadium. "You may say I lost everything, and I did what any girl would do. I did it all over again." Then, a spotlight came on, shining directly on the artist where she sat in a swing, suspended from the top of the stadium. She was wearing a puffy red dress with a matching red mask that had tall wisps sticking up over each eye hole. The beat for Love Game started then, the beginning of her entire 15 minute set.

The show was magnificent. It was everything that Kurt had dreamed one of her shows would be. She had costume changes, enthralling dances with her troupe of backup dancers, and her vocals were amazing. She gave him chills as he watched her dance and sing across the stage. As her time wound to a close, he felt his eyes welling up with tears. He didn't want it to be over; this was one of the best nights of his entire life, and he had this clawing feeling in his chest that told him there was no way a night this perfect could be over yet. I can't go back to reading magazines during the game after that.

When the lights went out again at the end of the performance, Kurt threw himself at Blaine, crying into his shoulder while his arms squeezed tightly around Blaine's shoulders and neck.

His boyfriend hugged him back, rubbing his back for a moment as he whispered, "Are you okay? What's wrong? Didn't you like it?"

"I loved it," Kurt replied, his voice watery. "That's the problem. I don't want it to be over. That was my first Lady Gaga concert, Blaine, and it's already over."

The lights came back on then, and Blaine guided them into their seats, his arms never leaving their place around Kurt's waist. "Shhh," he soothed, peppering tiny kisses all over Kurt's face. "You don't need to cry. I have another surprise for you."

Kurt sniffled. "You do?"

"Yeah. Do you wanna hear it now?"

"Uh-huh."

"You get to meet Lady Gaga after the football game." Once again, Blaine's ears were met with a stunned silence. "And she's doing a private concert for meet and greet ticket holders tonight, too."

"Blaine…" Kurt's voice was so many things at once: surprise and shock, love and devotion, admiration and awe. "How did you…"

"That's not important," Blaine answered. "Don't worry about it."

"I wish I had something for her to sign! I wish I'd worn—" He was cut off by Blaine's finger over his lips.

"Never fear. I brought your favorite poster and your studded wristband. I thought you'd like to wear the wristband and get your poster signed."

"Oh, my god… You're the best," Kurt cried, hugging him around the neck again. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Blaine smiled, hugging him back tightly. "Love you so much, Kurt."

Burt watched the two of them with a grin on his face. Blaine is so good for my son. He makes him so happy.

At the end of the game, Blaine and Kurt joined the short line of meet and greeters out on the football field. There had been specific instructions with the tickets Blaine had purchased, and he'd discovered that morning, after reading another gossip blog, that Lady Gaga had intentionally only sold 30 meet and greet passes. He and Kurt were truly among the VIPs that night.

It didn't take them long before they reached the front of the line. Kurt had the poster he was getting signed clutched in one hand, his studded wristband wrapped around the other. He was bouncing nervously on his toes, watching his pop idol chat with another meet and greet winner. She was dressed casually in white wedge heels, distressed jean capri pants, and a pink crop top. His stomach was doing flip-flops, and he felt like he might vomit.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, leaning over to whisper to him.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah. I just don't want to get sick on her."

"You won't," Blaine replied, squeezing his boyfriend's hand in his. "Remember, she's human, just like us."

Giving him a half-hearted smile, Kurt turned back toward the front of the line, watching for their turn.

"Go ahead," one of the security guards finally said, stepping out of the way for Kurt and Blaine to walk past.

Lady Gaga smiled sweetly at them as they approached. "Hi, boys," she said. "What are your names?"

Blaine turned to Kurt, giving him a chance to answer. When he appeared too starstruck to say anything, he answered, "I'm Blaine. This is my boyfriend, Kurt."

"Aren't you two cute?" the artist asked. "Did you bring something for me to sign?"

Kurt nodded stiffly, handing over the poster.

When Lady Gaga unrolled it, she smiled. "I love this poster," she said, reaching for her gold marker. "It was stuff like this that kept me going all the times where it seemed like my goal was out of reach or someone wasn't taking me seriously. I hope it brings you as much comfort as it brought me to think about."

That was all it took for Kurt to find his voice. "I just have to tell you that you are such a huge inspiration to me," he gushed. "Before I met this guy here, the best boyfriend ever, I was picked on and bullied constantly at my high school. And you, your words and music, gave me strength to stand up and not be ashamed of who I was, even when they were putting me down and throwing me into dumpsters. I even adapted your words here," he tapped the poster, "into a saying of my own: 'One day, you all will work for me.'"

Lady Gaga smiled at him. "Can I give you a hug?" she asked him, laying her marker down. She hadn't signed his poster yet, and obviously, this was more important to her at the moment.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah."

She came around the little table she was standing behind and hugged him tightly. "Keep your chin up," she told him when she let go. "Keep being yourself unapologetically, because there's nothing wrong with the person you are. Someday, when you've been successful and whatever your dreams are, you'll look back on that person they picked on and be proud of the journey you went on to achieve your dreams. It's all worth it." She looked at Blaine next, asking for a hug with her eyes. "And you," she said, leaning in and wrapping Blaine in a tight embrace, "keep a hold of this one. You've got a good man standing next to you."

"I never want to let him go," Blaine breathed.

Lady Gaga went back behind the table and picked up her marker again. She wrote on the poster, "Kurt and Blaine: Be who you are. You were Born This Way. Lady Gaga" Then, she added a heart in front of her name before handing the poster back to Kurt. "Let that dry a little bit," she said. "I'll see you at the concert." Then, she turned, ready for her next fan.

Kurt and Blaine were ushered to seats after that, in front of a much smaller stage set up on the field. They didn't have to wait long for the line to finish and Lady Gaga to step up onto the stage. She'd changed from the casual attire she'd worn to sign everyone's posters to a long, silver, sparkling dress with a large slit in the front and the big pink hat she was wearing on the front of her new album.

"How are you all doing tonight?" she asked, smiling at them.

The small crowd cheered.

"Thank you for coming out tonight to meet me. I'm not sure if you know, but football isn't really my thing. However, I wanted to be here for a good cause: the Born This Way Foundation. I don't know if you've heard of us, but we support mental health in young people. It can be very easy to get bogged down under the weight of peer pressure and ridicule from the people around us, and we want young people to know that we want a better future for them. We want a world where people are kind and build one another up, not tear each other down, where differences are accepted and celebrated, not an excuse for teasing. So, in celebration of my new album that released a few days ago—an album that's very different from anything I've ever put out before—I thought I would take this opportunity to raise money for that foundation. All proceeds from tonight are going to fund more programs for our youth. Now, I'm going to sing a few songs from my new album. This first one is called Come to Mama."

She sang a few others from her new album, telling the crowd they were the ones she loved. Finally, after about five numbers, she stopped, grabbed a drink of water, and then took a deep breath. "Tonight, at the meet and greet, I met two wonderful young men who touched me deeply and made me think about the kind of love I want to have in my life. I'm about to do the final number, and I want them to know… Kurt and Blaine, this song's for you."

"Yeah man, play that New York drum, Homer

Show 'em how we do it!

Downtown

Just another way to prove I love you and it's hard today

I'll lay back in my chair and find a way

And when you say that thing that you say that makes me mad

I'll turn away, I'll turn away, I'll turn away

And think of different ways to keep my spirits up

And choreograph hours with playful, joyous thoughts

We both know I could learn a thing or two

About relaxing, hey, I love you

And after all, it's just another day

Oh, I could use some two or three

Or other kind of ways to be

But today I won't be so hard on me

I'll walk alone down a different street

And smile at all the new strange I meet

And pick up unique style, I'll kick around today

And create simple thoughts, I'll laugh in humble ways

We both know I could learn a thing or two

About behaving, but I love you

And after all, it's just another day

Come on, Mark

Ladies and gentlemen, Brian Newman

We both know I could learn a thing or two

About behaving, but I love you

And after all, it's just another day

And after all it's just another day"

As they listened to her sing, the boys' eyes welled up with tears. They'd never imagined having a song dedicated to them by Lady Gaga, and she really had picked the perfect one. They held on to one another as they listened, swaying back and forth.

When the song was over, Lady Gaga slipped behind the stage curtain while everyone applauded. Then, security started to usher everyone off the field and out of the arena into the parking lot.

Kurt and Blaine found Burt sitting on the tailgate of his truck when they made it out. "How was it?" he asked, looking up at them with a smile when he saw them coming.

"It was better than anything I could have ever imagined," Kurt told him, giving Blaine a dopey smile. Then, he thought of something. "Did you know about this, Dad?"

"Yep."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Are you really saying you would have rather not been surprised?" Burt asked instead of answering.

Kurt blushed. "No. It was perfect."

"That's what I thought. Now, let's get in the truck and head home. I'm beat. Blaine, I already talked to your folks, and you're spending the night with us. You can go home by curfew tomorrow."

"Thank you!" Blaine beamed, following Kurt into the backseat of the truck.

The two of them stayed curled up with one another as Burt drove, Joanne once again playing through the truck. They whispered to each other, sharing little kisses and tender touches as the miles flew by under the old truck's tires.

"Did you really have a good time today?" Blaine whispered finally.

"The best," Kurt replied. "Why wouldn't I?"

"You had to sit through a football game. You hate football."

"Oh… Well, I would have rather not done that, but everything else was perfect!" He was silent for a moment before he asked, "But Blaine… Why? Why did you plan this for me?"

"Because 18 months ago, we started dating. I wanted to celebrate, and I knew this would be pretty perfect for you. Minus the football."

"Oh, my god. That's today? I didn't do anything for you!" Kurt worried. "I mean, I-I didn't even remember. I feel like such a horrible boyfriend! I should have done something nice for you. I should have gotten you something or—"

Blaine cut him off with a kiss. "Today was perfect for me, too. I got to see you more thrilled than I've ever seen you, and Lady Gaga dedicated a song to us. Pretty good anniversary if you ask me."

"Really? Do you mean that?"

"I really do."

"I love you, you know," Kurt whispered, looking deep into his boyfriend's eyes. "You're amazing, and you spoil me far more than I deserve."

"I love you, too," Blaine answered, bringing his hands up to cup Kurt's face and pull him into another searing kiss.