*So I had wanted to post this before the hiatus was over, but FFn wouldn't let it load, stupid errors. But Praise Cheesus, cause if you are reading this it went through!

I disclaim, even though I love my boys, I don't own them.*

"Kurt! Guess what I've got!" Blaine was jumping, in place, in front of his friend. Kurt kept scrolling through his iPod, so as he wouldn't have to look at the hyper lab impression the boy was so good at.

"Guess! Okay, I'll tell you. I got tickets for 'How to Succeed!'" He then froze, as his boyfriend was apparently not paying attention. "Kurt? did you hear..." Kurt looked up "yea I heard you, how to succeed. when?" Blaine was trying not to let Kurt's semi bored look bother him.

Kurt wasn't having it. It was like the other day in the common room. Kurt was studying. STUDYING! I mean, how often did that really happen? And in come the Pips, Blaine throwing papers all over the place. Who is going to clean that mess up? The 'Blaine Fan club' apparently. Everyone just left them there, and, Kurt noticed, both Wes and David went back in to pick them up. Really? Yes, he's charming and dapper as hell, and the hair... focus Kurt, angry rant. Right. Kurt knew some adjustments had to be made if they were going to work out. Kurt wasn't going to be Blaine's maid.

"Blaine." The curly headed boy slowed his Broadway ramble, "Yea babe." He finally met Kurt's quiet serious gaze. "Oh. Yes Kurt?" He sat down, wanting to absorb every word.

"Blaine. oh, how do I put this... Blaine, you are really high maitenence. Yes, I know that coming from me it is hard to believe, but seriously? You never do anything to help other people. Do you know what happened to your huge paper mess from the day before regional's? No, Wes and David cleaned it up. I know you had that speech about not wanting The Warblers to be about you and all that, which I'm pretty was to get my on your good side again, which worked, but there are other things! I even saw David hauling your laundry down the washroom two weeks ago. Really?" Blaine looked at his feet, scuffing them on the linoleum, "but it was heavy."

"SEE? That is exactly what I mean! If you weren't so unbelievably amazing, I don't know what you would do! You know what, I have a challenge for you." Blaine looked up, Kurt knew he couldn't deny a good challenge. "You have to do everything yourself, your laundry, your homework, all of it, by yourself, for a week. Starting tomorrow. Now that we're out for Nationals, the council will pout for a few weeks and you won't be pressured into doing any solos. So, you up for it?" Blaine slowly started to smile, "Wait, what are the stakes?" Kurt thought for a minute, "If you lose, you're going to be my slave for a week. Not only do you have to do all of your chores for another week, you have to do all of my chores too. If you win, You can choose two of those role playing fantasies you've been hinting at." Blaine looked at his boyfriend, not sure if he should trust him to keep to his word. Blaine knew which one he wanted, "And you'll follow it to a T? No complaining?" Kurt stared him down, "All or nothing." To Kurt's amusement, Blaine smiled, "Challenge accepted."

It had been three days. Three horribly long agonizing days. Blaine had to somehow find more hours in the day to do all the other necessary things he'd been having other people do. Kurt noticed too. They were spending less time together, and what little time they did spend together, they were ACTUALLY studying.

"Blaine. BLAAAAINE. This French is boring. Possessives? Really, do we need this?" Blaine looked at him, "Yes Kurt, you need to know how to say 'I brush MY hair'. Just remember it doesn't apply to them all. #7 is not 'I eat myself for breakfast.'" Kurt looked down, sure enough in his day dream he had written, 'Je me mange pour le petit dejeuner." He quickly erased it and corrected himself. 'I may not eat MYSELF, but if I had my way right now-'

"KURT! You are day dreaming again. We're almost done. We might even finish early..." He smiled a crooked half smile. Whatever small ember of inspiration from said earlier day dream had suddenly burst into a huge raging fire. This was already making things harder, but sure enough Kurt got everything done. And they still had half an hour before the Warblers meeting. Blaine packed his stuff away and glanced up at Kurt, who was lying on his stomach on his bed, beckoning. Blaine smiled and quickly finished. He sat down on the bed as Kurt rolled over and grabbed Blaine's tie. He pulled his boyfriend down towards his lips. Not a quarter of an inch before reaching their destination, Blaine spoke, "Does this mean the bet is off?" his lips brushing against Kurt's when he spoke.

Kurt froze, "shit." He pushed against Blaine's chest, pushing him over onto the bed next to him. Kurt sat up and started putting away his homework, "No, it's still on. I can't believe I almost ruined the whole thing." Blaine smiled, "Babe, you didn't ruin it. I almost didn't remember myself." Kurt turned, his brows knotted. Blaine was such a liar. He knew the whole time, he was probably fantasizing about what he would have Kurt play out, if he won that was. He quickly relaxed his face, not wanting to get wrinkles, and sighed. "You're right. Well, let's get everything we need and we'll head to practice a little early. It'll give us a chance to walk around, instead of running as to not be late."

Warbler's practice was quite dull, Blaine informed the rest of the club to SOME of the bet that the young couple had made. The rest of the meeting was Wes frowning and a bunch of solo try outs, for a Disney performance scheduled in the beginning of May. Blaine had to seriously fight with himself to not interrupt and let what seemed like everyone else, including Kurt (who sang 'Part of Your World') try out though a surprising medley of Disney songs. Counsel said they would announce it at the next meeting.

One more day. Blaine had one more day. It was getting harder every day. He was technically cheating. while he had been running all his other errands, he hadn't done any laundry since the bet started and he was running low on dress shirts. It's not as if he was doing it on purpose! 2 months ago they moved the laundry to a bigger room and he didn't know where it was. Rather than look like an idiot and ask, he figured he'd wait, win the bet and have David start to do it again. Right? Kurt will be glad they have time to hang out, and all will go back to normal.

Unless Kurt decides, "That was easy, wasn't it!" he'll want him to do it all the time! but if Kurt is going to make it worth his while... no. He can't continue on like this. He missed coffee after class with Kurt, and snuggling while watching musicals. It was their Friday date every week. They were supposed to watch the London production of 'Oklahoma!' starring Hugh Jackman, but Blaine was writing a paper for Government that Kurt wouldn't let him put off any further.

Blaine had a decision to make; either lose, go back to a less stressed life, be Kurt's slave and eventually go back to having to work at his relationship with Kurt, OR win, continue the stress of everyday life, have Kurt anyway he wanted him, and eventually go back to having to work at his relationship with Kurt. It was a doozy, but Blaine eventually discovered a way to get all the prizes and maybe an unexpected one.

Kurt knew it was the last night. He really should expect crazy things from him, some bizarre costume or props. They had only had sex a handful of times, and Kurt hadn't topped. Maybe that is what he'd choose, or some unholy combination.

On the way to Blaine's room, he passed David. "Oh, hey Kurt! if you see Blaine, tell him to call me if he forgot anything." Kurt nodded and continued down the hall. Wait, forgot anything? He turned and saw the tall boy turn the corner. With his laundry bag slung over his shoulder. Blaine Darren Anderson. What have you gotten yourself into!

*A/N: And? I've got one more chapter coming. R&R!

Solo list:

Part of your world: Kurt

I'll make a man out of you: Nick

Golden Afternoon: Jeff