She's back! (If you don't know who I am talking about, stop reading now and go visit IThinkILeftMyCoatOutside's profile. Now). SHE IS HOME HOME HOME HOME!

Hi everyone else... :) So, Steffi, huh? Well, we see more of her in this chapter. Kurt goes a bit Gaga for her. (Stop it. You're not funny.)

Enjoy :D

Story so far...

Blaine and Kurt decide to go out for the night, figuring they'd have a great weekend together before they went back to reality on Monday. However, they fail to remember about Mercedes and 'Steffi', who make themselves known when they're five minutes from the apartment, and Klaine are five-plus-some minutes to makeout session is cut short as their guests step through the door...

"Cedes. Hi," he said, smiling as he pulled her into a hug. She put her bag down and Steffi stepped into the apartment behind her, closing the door quietly. "It's great to see you."

"You too, Anderson." Mercedes pulled away. "Um, this is Stefani."

Blaine turned to smile at the woman who was just taking her dark glasses off and his mouth fell open. "Fuck!" he shouted, then immediately, pressed both his hands against his mouth, eyes wide. "Sorry. I don't usually... Oh God it's... I'm such a... Kurt is... Um."

Stefani smiled, an amused glint appearing in her eye. "So where is this Kurt I've heard so much about?"

"He's... Kurt! They're here!" Blaine called, eyes not moving from Stefani until he heard his boyfriend appearing behind him.

"I'm sorry I kept you wai-" Kurt stopped breathing.

It didn't matter who else was in the room. Kurt's expression was the most beautiful one he had ever worn. Blaine's couldn't tear his eyes away.

"Kurt, baby. This is Stefani."

Kurt swallowed. "Oh my Gaga," he whispered.

-*T&C*-

"Oh my Gaga!" Kurt shouted. He span his head to look at Blaine, his eyes wide. "Baby, please tell me I'm not dreaming. Please tell me that I am not just imagining Lady Gaga standing in our apartment!"

Blaine smiled. He loved seeing Kurt happy or excited, but this... Oh, this was something else.

"The CD," Kurt realised, "that was from you! Cedes said she had a friend and then she sent me the CD and Little Monsters as a sorry slash birthday present. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god you're Merecedes' friend and you're going to stay in my apartment for the weekend. Holy... Oh my Gaga."

Gaga smiled. "You going to let me get a word in edgeways at any point?"

Kurt screamed then, raising his hands to cover his mouth just as Blaine had done. Tears started to spill from his wide eyes. "It's really you," he whispered.

Gaga laughed then, and it was exactly as Kurt had always heard it on interviews. This was really her. "I have heard so much about you. I'm glad you met all my expectations."

"Oh god," Kurt whispered. He couldn't make his mouth form anything else.

"So you're a fan, huh?"

Kurt couldn't say anything else. He just stood, watching his idol in his entrance hall. Blaine decided to step in. "Um, do you want to... to come through to the living room, Gaga? Steffi. Steffani. What do you want me to call you? I am asking Lady Gaga what she wants me to call her."

Gaga laughed again. "Gaga is fine," she replied. She bent down to pick up her bags. "Where do I dump these?"

"No no no no no, let me take them!" Kurt suddenly bounced into action again, his eyes growing, if possible, even wider.

But Gaga just shook her head. "I'm never allowed to do things like this for myself. Please."

Kurt's idol was in his house saying please to him. He only just managed not to scream again.

"So where am I sleeping?"

Kurt stopped. Where was she sleeping? Where was he? What was he doing? He caught sight of Mercedes again and remembered. They were going to share a room. He was going to ask Lady Gaga to share a room which was barely big enough for one bed, let alone two. "You can have my room!"

She smiled. "I can practically smell the sex in the room. I said I was fine sharing with Merce. I am perfectly happy to share with Merce. Which room?"

"Um... er... I'll show you."

Kurt stumbled out of the hall, Gaga following him and Mercedes behind her. Cedes watched her friend fondly. She hated how she had treated everyone and let the fame go to her head. This was her starting to pay Kurt back for his kindness in accepting her again so quickly.

Kurt motioned to the spare bedroom and then had to step out of the way, because there was barely room enough for two people in there, let alone three. So he stepped back and let his idol put her case down in the middle of the room. Kurt almost had a heart attack when she asked Mercedes to chose her bed first.

Kurt felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. "You okay?" Blaine asked.

Kurt turned around. "Blaine," he said," Lady Gaga is in our apartment. I don't think I'll ever be okay again." He kissed him then, on the lips and passionately. It was only for a few seconds, but long enough for Gaga to return from the bedroom and see them.

"Get some, guys!"

They blushed and pulled away, looking at the floor and wall and everywhere but each other or Gaga. Mercedes came out of the spare room. "Can we sit down somewhere?"

Kurt nodded. "Um, yeah the lounge is, um, just through here." He motioned to the sofas. "Sit wherever you want," he added quickly.

The four of them went through. None of them sat down, though. Gaga went over to the small birdcage which sat by the window. Mercedes followed her. She knew the story behind the bird, but seeing Pavarotti mark two was still special.

"What's he called?" Gaga asked.

"Bocelli," Blaine supplied. "Kurt and I got together in high school. Our glee club's bird had just died and he came in and sang Blackbird. You know, by the Beatles? After that song I found him and asked him out. The bird was a yellow canary called Pavarotti. So I bought Kurt Boci a few weeks ago."

Gaga smiled at the story. "You two are adorably cute," she pointed out.

Kurt didn't know how it happened. Neither did Blaine. Maybe he recognised the voice? But at that moment, Bocelli started to sing Speechless.

Surprised, Gaga turned to watch the bird as it sang, following the melody perfectly. Kurt stared too, not realising that Boci had picked up so much from the CDs he often had playing in the apartment. Blaine's mouth fell open as the tiny bird attempted some of the higher notes, and Mercedes was secretly scared that Bocelli would do better in the music industry than her.

Finally, Bocelli came to the end of the song, having sung it in its entirety. Mouths in the room stayed open for a few seconds longer and the performance finished and Boci hopped around his cage and nibbled at the shredded carrot that Kurt had left in his cage that morning.

"Wow," Gaga whispered, nearly speechless herself. "That was incredible."

Heh heh heh. Bocelli's a little star :D

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