AN: Those of you who wanted it, and you all know you did, here it is. Well, the beginning of it anyways. And it's a doozy.

The Great Brat Attack Part One

Graduation was drawing nearer and for Kurt, that meant putting together a line of clothing to display for his fashion class. To say he was stressed would be an understatement. To say Blaine had had enough of his attitude the past few weeks would be a bigger one.

"You're late." Blaine sat waiting on the couch as Kurt walked in half an hour past curfew.

"I was busy. Some of us are trying to graduate on time." Kurt answered back, slamming his keys down on the table by the door.

Blaine arched an eyebrow. "Is that really the attitude you want to have? Especially when you know you have the slipper coming your way already for being late and not calling."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Like I said, I was busy. Graduating and passing this class are important. You've been on me about school for years now, I would think you'd agree."

"Oh, I agree. But I also believe I agreed that you could stay late if you called to let me know. Did you do that?" Blaine asked, staring Kurt down.

Kurt clenched his jaw. "You know full well-"

Blaine cut him off. "Yes or no. Did you call me to let me know you would be late, as we agreed?"

Kurt huffed. "No."

"And what is our current agreement for coming home late without calling?" Blaine asked, standing now to try and enforce some more authority.

Kurt crossed his arms and turned his head to the side, tone begrudging. "One with the slipper for every minute I'm late."

"That's right. And knowing you have that coming, don't think you think it would be better for your sake if you treated me a little more respectfully?" Blaine asked, stepping closer to Kurt.

Kurt stilled for a moment, anger washing over his features. He turned to look at Blaine, giving him a sweet smile. "Well, with respect then, fuck off."

"Excuse you?" Blaine said incredulously.

"Oh, I believe you heard me perfectly well. Fuck off, you overbearing, annoying, dictatorial ass!" Kurt yelled.

Blaine shook his head, crossing his arms and refusing to say anything in response, too afraid he'd engage Kurt in his yelling match. He had enough sense through his anger to realize that would not help matters at all.

"Nothing to say? Finally. Maybe I can get some fucking peace for once and not have to get bothered by you all the time. Huh? How about that?" Kurt continued yelling, getting more desperate as Blaine didn't respond. "I am so tired of the lectures and telling me what to do and everything. All you've done for months is bother me about one thing or another and I'm sick of it. So piss off and just leave me alone for once."

Blaine's heart was breaking a bit, not so much at the words Kurt was saying as he didn't for an instant believe him, but at the growing despair and fear he could hear in Kurt's voice as he told Blaine to leave him. Almost like he thought Blaine would. Nodding at that thought, he turned, walking toward the bedroom without a word to Kurt.

"Blaine?" Kurt cut off his rant, his voice cracking a bit as he said Blaine's name as he began to walk away.

Blaine didn't acknowledge him, just went into the bedroom and left Kurt alone in the living room.

"Fuck." Kurt said to the silent room, arms crossed around himself in a hug as he came down from his anger. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Damn it, Kurt. What the hell? Shit, shit, shit."

Blaine listened from the bedroom as Kurt began cursing at himself, turning the rage on himself. He wasn't altogether pleased with that either but he needed a minute to compose himself before he could talk to Kurt. Hearing a crash from the other room, he rushed out, taking in the fallen chair and Kurt standing by it, tears going down his face.

"Throwing our furniture around now?" Blaine asked quietly, slowly walking into the room and closer to Kurt.

Kurt looked down at the floor, hands tightly gripping his arms, nails digging in. "What's it to you?"

Blaine snorted at the petulant tone. "Well, I did help pay for that chair."

"And is the chair all you care about?" Kurt asked, almost angrily.

"Why would you think that?" Blaine asked softly, getting close to Kurt. "I couldn't care less about the chair. I care about you."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't." Kurt whispered.

"I guess it's a good thing it's not your decision what I care about." Blaine reached Kurt and slowly wrapped his arms around him. "Want to tell me what's going on?"

"It's nothing." Kurt answered, staying stiff in Blaine's arms.

"Don't add lying to the list of rules you have broken tonight. Tell me the truth." Blaine added a bit of sternness to his voice, hoping it would work like it had in the past to get Kurt to calm down.

"Stop that! Stop ordering me around. Nothing is the fucking matter, okay?" Kurt exploded, pushing himself out of Blaine's arms.

"Fine. If nothing is the matter, then you have no excuse for this little tantrum you're throwing. So I think you can go stand in the corner until you can calm down." Blaine pointed the way, glaring at Kurt.

"No." Kurt said, crossing his arms and glaring back at Blaine.

"Count of three. One."

Kurt held himself more tightly, not budging.

"Two." Blaine raised an eyebrow, waiting.

Kurt stomped his foot on the ground, still angry.

"Three. That's one spanking added on top of the others you already have coming. You want another one?" Blaine said sternly. Normally he would go and move Kurt himself if he reached three but he wanted Kurt to submit, he could tell Kurt needed to be the one to give in this time.

Kurt said nothing, his jaw clenching tightly as his face reddened. He looked away from Blaine to glare at the wall.

"Fine. That's another one. You want to keep going?" Blaine asked, waiting. He could tell Kurt was close to his breaking point.

Kurt bit his lip, tears rising up in his eyes. He closed them tightly as Blaine spoke again, gently this time. "And that's another. You going to keep going, baby?"

A tear fell, followed by another, and soon Kurt was crying. He fell to the ground, dropping to his knees in front of Blaine as he buried his face in his hands and cried. Hearing Blaine's gentle tone teamed with the affectionate name was it. He began sobbing, unable to get out any of the apologies he had buried in him through the crying.

Blaine sighed, moving to sit on the ground and pulling Kurt into his lap to hold him. Kurt burrowed tightly into him, still crying hard as Blaine held him tightly.

"There, there. Go ahead and cry, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere. No matter how poorly you act, no matter how meanly you treat me, I'm not going anywhere. It's okay." Blaine said soothingly, rubbing Kurt's back. As his tears slowed down, Blaine continued on. "You know what I think? I think you've been scared. Graduation is coming and that means we're about to become real adults, working full time and everything with no more school. And you think that means we are going to change. And we are. But change doesn't mean I'm going to leave you or stop loving you. I don't expect you to become this perfect boyfriend just because we are adults now. I still want you to be Kurt, my bratty, snarky, and amazing boyfriend. Nothing you do will make me leave you. Okay?"

"Not even if I start treating you terribly and can't go more than two hours without breaking a rule?" Kurt asked, wiping the tears still running down his face.

"Not even then. I haven't left you yet, have I?" Blaine said reassuringly.

Kurt sniffed. "You should. I've been treating you so badly lately."

"You have. But I love you and I forgive you for it. And you are going to be punished for it. I expect you aren't going to be so rude to me for a long time once we get through this punishment."

Kurt sighed in relief, feeling tension leaving him at those words. Somehow, the promise of punishment made him feel better than all the gentle words Blaine could say. If he was still willing to punish him, he wouldn't leave him.

Blaine slowly moved, keeping Kurt tight in his arms as he slowly stood up. He carried him into the bedroom and set him down on the bed. "And we are going to start that punishment tomorrow. It's late and I think both of us could use a good night's sleep. Can you get ready for bed please?"

"Yes, sir." Kurt agreed, wiping the last of the tears from his face before setting about his nightly routine. Blaine got ready for bed too, mind churning as he considered the various punishments Kurt had earned and how he would go about them.

They curled up together under the blanket twenty minutes later, both of them exhausted after the emotionally charged evening. Blaine gave Kurt a kiss, whispering "I love you."

"I love you too." Kurt murmured back, burying his face in Blaine's chest as they drifted off to sleep.

AN: Just the beginning. And as always, they will talk. A lot. I'm sure. Anyways, RL isn't slowing down. More crap just got added so it'll be another few days before I can write the next part. So look out for it Sunday or Monday. Hopefully after this weekend, I'll have more time for writing. Let's keep our fingers crossed. Review please!