I don't own Glee.
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"Good morning, sweetie," he heard the girl say.
"What time is it?" he gulped.
"7:00. You hungry?"
He opened his eyes, moaned, then tugged the blanket over his head.
"Rory?"
Her voice faded as he resumed to his sleep.
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He opened his eyes. The girl was nowhere to be seen.
The curtains were closed, the door was closed. Good opportunity for him to get out of the bed.
Rory looked around once more, just to be sure.
He groggily pulled the blanket back and sat at the foot of the bed. He cautiously touched a foot to the ground.
It was okay.
He slowly stepped off the bed. He stretched, and walked around. It felt good to be out of the bed.
Rory hurried to the bathroom, with a clean pair of underwear from his bag. He removed his pants and the damn diaper, cleaned himself, and spread a layer of baby powder over himself. He wasn't hesitant to piss in the toilet and put underwear on.
He then, quietly and cautiously, left the bathroom and entered her parents' room. She'd been in the bed, taken over by a very deep sleep, with her face dug in the pillow.
He went downstairs to the kitchen. He made himself a bowl of Lucky Charms, and turned on the TV, with the remote at hand to keep the volume as low as possible at all times. He enjoyed himself for five minutes, finally indepenent.
He sipped the milk, and then washed the bowl and set it in the cupboard immediately. He returned to the TV for a while.
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He turned the TV off and stretched once more, standing from the sofa. He wandered around the living room and kitchen for the hell of it.
He stopped when he heard pounding above him. The girl was out of bed now.
He raced to the stairs, attempting to make it back to the room before she discovered he wasn't there. But it was too late. He panicked as the sound of pitter-patter filled his ears. She was already going downstairs.
Wait for it...
"Rory!"
He stiffened with shock, his eyes wide in terror.
"What are you doing?!"
She grabbed him by the arm, got a hairbrush from the kitchen table, and took him to the sofa. "You know you're not supposed to be out of bed. You know it." She held him over her knee, and struggled to restrain him. "The more you move around, the more your skin will stretch and the more it's going to hurt."
He decided it was best for him to just relax and be still. But that wasn't so easy after he found out just how much it would hurt by default. She slammed the brush on his clothed rear, making him wince. He kicked her ankle as a reflex to the pain. She striked him again, this time a little rougher. He sniffled, and began to scramble to get free. She rubbed his sore bottom, then gave him two strong smacks to the sit-spot that were enough to make anyone whimper.
The girl stood Rory up and dragged him to the staircase. "Up the stairs."
He began going up. She followed behind him.
"I know what you did, Rory. Go in the bathroom and wait for me."
She grabbed the bag from her bedroom, replaced his underwear with a diaper, then forcefed him laxatives, which she convinced him they were pain killers.
She then put him the bed to scold him.