Blaine couldn't push Kurt up to his room fast enough, he just wanted him in his arms. The relief was palpable; he was just so happy this was over.

"Shhhh!" Kurt admonished, as Blaine shoved the door closed behind him. "Mercedes and Sam are-"

"Come on. They don't care— besides I walked in on them earlier anyway, it's our turn-" Blaine whispered conspiratorially.

"You walked in on them doing wh-?! Mmm… Blai-ainnnne." Kurt could not be expected to hold a thought together now with this bold hand pressing between his legs. Still, gossip had it's temptations. "I thought they were waiting til marriage or whatever?"

Blaine grinned, confidently squeezing just so and relishing the way Kurt's eyes fluttered at the sensation. "Well I don't think they were going quite so far as I was hoping to be getting with you today," he teased, a little louder mostly just for the thrill it gave him to see Kurt's semi-scolding face.

Kurt gave Blaine's backside a quick smack, hissing "I said be quiet," but he knew it was a losing battle. His half-hearted attempts to be a voice of reason on this matter were pretty futile with Blaine pressing close to him now. God he knows the exact amount of pressure to turn my brain to jelly. YES. And then quicker than he'd thought possible he had his pants around his knees and it was all he could do to shut himself up. He leaned against the door, struggling to catch his breath as Blaine took him into his mouth.

It was quick and dirty and amazing, and Kurt returned the favor as best he could after, bonelessly shoving Blaine over to his bed. "If that was an apology essay," he flirted, "you get an A."

"Oh no! I was aiming for an A . Yesssss," Blaine moaned, buzzing with pleasure that sent him grabbing for a pillow to cover his face as the moan broke into a yelp.

Kurt looked up with a smirk and a giggle.

"I thought you'd pace yourself a little!" Blaine hissed with a flushed grin.

"Oh. I see." Kurt's eyes were dark as he returned to his task, licking excruciatingly slowly as Blaine gasped, a shaking hand smacking down in the direction of his fiancé between his legs.

Blaine grinned, soaking up every moment of merciless teasing. He felt unburdened, more hopeful than he had in so long. When he came, with a yelp, he closed his eyes tight, trying to hold onto the bliss. He then felt Kurt's lips soft on his and the softness of a tissue as he cleaned him up. His eyes fluttered open, but not wanting it all to end he snuggled up to Kurt, pulling him back down to lay in his bed a little longer. Kurt smiled at the affection, quietly brushing his fingers through Blaine's hair.

"Glad we're done with… you know, fighting." Kurt commented after a minute.

Blaine shrugged. It hadn't been like other fights for him, and a part of him was unsure he really wanted to talk about it.

"I'm glad we talked," Kurt offered. "I appreciate your patience. I needed the time to blow off steam."

"I get it."

Kurt kissed his fiancé's head. "Hey. If I'm not going to be in the Showcase, I still get to be your stylist for the night right?"

Blaine smiled. "Always."

"We could go shopping, find you a special suit just for the night."

"I'd like that. Though Rachel may complain if I get anything too pricey when you're always on her about her budget. She could mutiny and say she's owed a cocktail dress or something."

"Hmm maybe, but this is special, she'd get that. You let me deal with her. Besides, you've been doing pretty well reigning in the spending these days," Kurt assured, lazily rubbing Blaine's back.

Blaine smiled at the light praise. "I've been trying. Staying away from the bakery and the food trucks has gone further than I'd have guessed. I didn't really realize how much I was spending on eating out before we started trying to eat healthier," Blaine admitted.

"In fairness, of the three of us you're probably the best with keeping on budget," Kurt confessed. "I can't tell you how many times our arrangement has saved me because I was tempted to buy something and realized I'd never hear the end of it from Rachel."

"Heh. I suppose she'd have words with you if she thought you were overspending when she couldn't. At least not without getting disciplined."

"For sure. Speaking of discipline, you should know I made sure she was sitting on a warm bottom last night. She totally blew off the chores she said she'd trade with you."

Blaine sighed. "She did?"

"Yeah, and I wasn't going to let her get away with that after she had you washing a bazillion extra breakfast dishes."

"I guess you…have a point there. But it's not like I minded doing the dishes or anything."

"You're defending her?"

"Well, it was a big day for her with the script reading. She was just stressed about that. Maybe you could have let her off with just a warning."

Kurt smiled. "You always worry about her when she gets in trouble. It's sweet."

Blaine chuckled. "Yeah. I guess I wouldn't be that great of a disciplinarian."

Kurt kissed his forehead. "Well, I'm not sure you'd like it that much at least. But that's what you two keep me around for." Kurt cleared his throat. "And what's our understanding about who decides these things?"

Blaine looked up. "…you do, sir."

"Right. And you and I both know she doesn't do well when she's not held accountable. And she knew she'd earned it. Even when she puts up a big tantrum over it, she trusts me."

"That's true," Blaine conceded.

"We talked after. She was pretty apologetic in the end—my guess is she'll probably apologize to you about it now, too."

Blaine shrugged. "She doesn't have to."

"No and I'm not making her this time, but I can tell when that conscience of hers kicks in. If I were you, I'd cash in on her guilt, she might even bake you something."

Blaine laughed, pulling himself up to kiss his fiancé. "You never said there'd be baked goods," he teased.

"Never know. The point is she was punished and now it's over but I wanted you to know because I was busy being mad at you before, but I didn't think it was exactly fair how that all went down. I wasn't going to let her get away with all that."

Blaine nodded slowly. "She deserved it," he muttered quietly.

Kurt studied Blaine's pensive face. "She did," he said, neutral.

"And um… what about me?"

"What?"
"Are you… um… letting me get away with—everything with June? Now that we're not fighting… don't I still… deserve to be punished?"