A football jersey was something Blaine had never thought he would see Kurt wearing. The first time he put it on, Blaine took a picture of him, just in case it would never happen again. And he also needed proof of it. Blaine devoted a whole page in their scrapbook to Kurt dressed in a New York Giants jersey. As he was looking at it now, his mind immediately jumped on the day when Kurt voluntary put that monstrosity - as he liked to call it - on himself…

The first NFL game Blaine was going to see didn't go exactly the way he planned it. He was in New York for a year and a half when he finally bought the tickets to see the Giants. He and Sam were big fans of football and they never missed a game on TV, always talking about how they should go to see it live. One day, they turned the words into action and Blaine couldn't wait to experience the game atmosphere right in MetLife Stadium.

However, not three hours before the kick-off he started to worry. Sam hadn't come home from work yet and he hadn't heard a word from him since they parted ways that morning. He tried to call him several times but there was no response. He sat nervously on the chair in the kitchen, fully clothed and prepared to go, wondering what might have happened to his best friend. When his phone signaled an incoming text, he dared to hope that it was Sam telling him to meet him in front of the stadium. Indeed, it was Sam. But not with good news.

Dude, I'm so sorry. This is taking forever. The photographer is still complaining about something. We haven't done half of the things we were supposed to do today. I won't be able to go to the game. - Sam

Blaine defeatedly put his phone back on the table. Once again, the TV had to be enough. He stood up and went through their kitchen cabinets to find out how much popcorn and junk food was there for him to enjoy the game from his home properly. Kurt would probably kill him if he saw what Blaine put on the coffee table just for himself.

The moment Kurt appeared on his mind, his phone started ringing.

"Hi, baby!" Kurt's trademark greeting made him feel a bit better. Kurt always made him feel better.

"Hi."

"Are you there yet?"

"No."

"No? I thought you would camp in front of the stadium from early afternoon with the way you were so excited about it." Kurt chuckled. "Anyway, I'm about to leave and my phone is on the charger so I won't be reachable tonight. But don't hesitate to live text me whatever is happening on the field. I'll get to it as soon as I'm back from the theater, okay?"

"It's okay. We're not going."

"What?! What the hell happened?"

"Sam is still at work. He won't be able to make it."

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry. Can't you take someone else?"

"I don't really have many friends...I don't know who to ask...your friends are going with you and besides Sam, there is no one I'm more than an acquaintance with…"

"There is really no chance he's gonna make it?" Kurt asked sadly.

"Apparently not. Don't worry about it. Go and enjoy The Sound of Music, okay? Your friends are waiting for you. I'll just watch the game on TV."

"But…"

"Kurt," Blaine interrupted him firmly. "Go, and call me when you get back. Love you."

"I love you, too." Blaine quickly ended the call before Kurt managed to say something else. He lay down on the couch and flipped through TV channels, making himself busy before the game started. He set his interest into a World War II documentary and almost jumped out of his skin thirty minutes later when he heard the knock on his door. The person standing behind it was the last one he expected to see.

"Kurt? What are you doing here?"

"We're going to see the game. Come on, we don't have much time. It'll take over hour to get there. Hurry up."

"We what?!"

Kurt impatiently stepped into the apartment and threw Blaine's Giants jersey at him from where it was discarded on the sofa.

"Put it on so we can go. And give me Sam's. If I'm gonna do this, I have to dress properly."

"Kurt, you're supposed to have dinner with your friends before seeing the show."

"And you are supposed to be on the way to MetLife stadium."

"You don't have to do this."

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. However, if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right. Where is Sam's jersey?" Kurt pointed to Blaine's jersey and Blaine gave up. Kurt had a determined look in his eyes, the one that meant he wasn't going to change his mind. Blaine went to Sam's room and came back with the jersey his boyfriend demanded.

"Okay, just ignore how ridiculous I look right now. I'll dress all sexy and hot tomorrow for you." Kurt said as he put the jersey on. "Thank God we are wearing coats over this."

"No, wait!" Blaine caught his hand and took the coat from him. He grabbed his phone and snapped the photo of him.

"Blaine!" Kurt objected but it was too late. "You're gonna delete it!"

"Not a chance." Blaine laughed and gave him back his coat. "You sure you wanna go? You can still catch the show…"

"I can catch the show anytime I want. Lets go. We don't want to miss the kick off."

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked Blaine after the second quarter while they were eating their hot dogs - which Blaine might or might not have not captured on his phone as well.

"Nothing. Why?"

"Because you've spent more time watching me than the game so far!" Blaine blushed when he realized he was caught. He couldn't help it. Kurt was so into game that one might think football was his life. He was cheering and booing, jumping from his seat and yelling with other fans as if it was second nature.

"I didn't know you were such a fan. You never watched a game with me and Sam. Until today I was convinced you had no idea about rules!"

"I'm not a fan."

"You look like one right now."

"That's the point, isn't it? We came here to enjoy the game, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then enjoy the game and stop staring at me!" Kurt nudged his shoulder and smiled at him.

"I just don't understand."

"Don't understand what?"

"If you aren't a fan, why are you here with me?"

"Because you wouldn't go alone," Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "I know big crowds make you uncomfortable and I didn't want you to miss the opportunity to see this. It's a play off game, after all. My dad and Finn would never forgive you for not going and, trust me, you don't want to get on their bad side."

"I could go another time…"

"But you already had tickets, Blaine. Why are we even talking about this? I'm here with you because I wanted to come. What's so hard to understand?"

"You don't like football. Yet you are acting like it's the best thing ever. It's just...I don't know, weird. I feel like I ruined your evening." Kurt took his hand in his and squeezed it, tugging at it until Blaine raised his eyes from the ground and looked at him.

"I love being here with you. My evening would have been ruined if I knew you were home alone watching the game on TV when you could have been here. I don't really care about football but I do care about you, baby. Had I gone to the theater, I would have thought of you not having the great evening you were supposed to have the whole time. I can see The Sound of Music next week. It's not a big deal for me. But this game is a big deal for you. You barely do anything to spoil yourself. So please, enjoy the rest of the game, okay?" Blaine nodded wordlessly, accepting Kurt's kiss on the cheek.

"I expect you to have fun and cheer from now on. And shout fuck you to the referee if you don't like his decision." Kurt grinned at him widely and Blaine had to laugh. He looked around and when he was sure no one was paying any attention to them, he pressed his lips against Kurt's briefly.

"Thank you. You are the best boyfriend ever."

"You're welcome," Kurt responded and then leaned to whisper into his boyfriend's ear. "I'm gonna buy my own jersey after the game is over since you seem to like it so much."

"Really?" Blaine beamed at him, already imagining Kurt wearing the jersey around his home.

"Hmmm…" Kurt hummed and bit his lip innocently. "If you enjoy the rest of the game the way I want you to, I might leave it on while you fuck me tonight."

"Shit, Kurt!" Blaine whined. "How am I supposed to concentrate on the game when you put that image in my mind?"

"Concentrate or that image would be the only thing you'll have tonight."

Needless to say, Blaine could never look at Kurt in that Giants jersey without thinking of him spread on his bed under Blaine's body, requesting deeper, harder, faster which led to the jersey being tossed with the sheets into a laundry basket.