Blaine was uncharacteristically quiet during Monday dinner, letting Sam and Rachel dominate the conversation. He felt a weird relief, or something like it, that he would be punished and hoped it would help him let go of the guilt he felt. I still can't believe I got myself into such a mess for no good reason. Still, waiting was a little nerve-racking so he tried to focus on Rachel's endless retelling of gossip from Fanny rehearsals as he ate.

Rachel quietly noticed that Kurt was pretty affectionate towards Blaine in his quiet not-a-guy-wild-about-PDA-way, and made a mental note that she should find a chance to get the dirt on how making up after this weekend went down. The subject of the showcase came up briefly, and Blaine made a brief stumbling apology to the group trying to explain that he still would love everybody to come but that it would only be him and June performing and not Kurt, and that he shouldn't have said otherwise before. Rachel gawked at Kurt through the whole thing, wondering if he would say anything, but he didn't. The others were just sort of confused and disinterested, but all Blaine really cared about was the slight approving nod he got from Kurt when he was finished.

Dinner wrapped up a little earlier than usual. Artie had some big film history test to study for and as soon as Sam and Mercedes put together that Blaine was crashing at the loft for the evening they seemed eager for some unexpected alone time back home. As the door slid shut behind them, Blaine and Kurt were holding hands on the couch. Rachel started putting dishes away without asking (a first!) and for a few moments there was only the sound of the clanging of dishes mixed with the distant traffic of the city, Blaine's thumb gently rubbing against Kurt's hand in his.

"That fruit cake thing was amazing," he praised quietly after a few moments.

"Thanks. Tried a new recipe." Kurt murmured.

"You boys want to Netflix something?" Rachel asked.

Kurt and Blaine exchanged glances. Blaine then looked away. Kurt sighed.

"I don't think uh, we're going to be able to do that tonight, Rachel," Kurt offered.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You know I how many nights a week I perform? It's my one night off. You can't schedule your sexy times around me?" she teased.

But no one laughed.

"Uh. That's not…" Blaine finally hesitated to offer, looking at his hands. "That wasn't the reason I came to stay tonight."

Rachel looked at them quizzically.

Kurt stood, taking a breath as he did so. "We made up this afternoon. From our… difficulties this weekend."

"Oh well. I kind of assumed so. You wouldn't even sit next to him yesterday."

Kurt pursed his lips, nodding. "Right. You'll be glad to hear we talked it out and put all that behind us. And Blaine," he said, turning to his fiancé, "I appreciate that you told everybody tonight so I didn't have to."

Blaine nodded.

"However, we have some unfinished business still, don't we young man?" Kurt asked, adopting a firmer tone now.

"Yes sir." Blaine replied, trying to be brave.

"You haven't-?" Rachel ventured.

Kurt shook his head. "Yeah, sorry to disrupt your one night off, honey."

"Oh." Rachel didn't quite know what to say. She always felt a weird mix of sympathy and morbid interest in the gossip whenever Blaine was in trouble. She didn't know why it hadn't even occurred to her that he hadn't been punished yet. She tried to busy herself with finishing the dishes but it was hard not to watch.

Kurt sat on the coffee table, knee to knee with Blaine now. Blaine for his part was still examining his hands with a slightly flushed face. Kurt took his time, folding his hands and studying him. "I'd be happy to watch Netflix with you another time Rachel," he called out at last, "but I'm afraid this one's losing that privilege for a couple weeks."

Blaine looked up, chewing on his lip. A couple weeks sounded kind of long, but if he was honest, it wasn't that shocking of a consequence. If memory served, Rachel had actually earned longer than that after some tantrum of hers several months back—but he'd never lost Netflix privileges for more than a couple days before.

"A c-couple weeks, sir?" he asked timidly.

"It's been at least two Monday night dinners since you began this ridiculous web of lies, has it not?"

"Um… y-yes sir."

"Right. So. 14 days," Kurt pronounced, firm. "We can mark it on the calendar. Whenever you feel like binge watching you can spend some time instead thinking about your dishonesty."

"Yes, sir," Blaine said meekly.

"You have your iPad with you?"

Blaine grimaced, knowing the implication. "I do, sir."

Kurt gestured for Blaine to get it, and he did so, shamefacedly pulling it from his school bag. He watched as Kurt turned it on and then opened up the account, quietly changing the password the way he had done so that one time many months before.

"I wouldn't—I mean…" Blaine stuttered, rubbing his neck with his hand. "I just want you to know that even if you didn't change it, I wouldn't try to sneak around or anything sir." Blaine assured him.

"You're not even here most of the week. Is it really reasonable that I'd just trust you on this after all the lies that led you here?" Kurt asked pointedly.

Blaine's face fell. "I—guess not, sir." He sat back down, sheepish.

Kurt nodded at that, finishing up with the iPad and laying it aside.

"Uh, Kurt…" Rachel ventured. "I finished the dishes, should I… I don't know go somewhere? Give you two some privacy?"

Kurt considered this. "Honestly, I'd rather you not be going out in our neighborhood this late for no good reason, Rachel."

Blaine nodded. "It's- it's okay Rach. I knew…" he said, fidgety. "I knew you'd be here. It's just… my turn this time," he added with an embarrassed shrug. "If it's awkward it's just… my own fault."

"Exactly," Kurt took Blaine's hands to pull his attention back to him. And while I certainly wish this infraction could be addressed with a simple withholding of privileges, you and I both understand that's not the case, yes?"

"…yes sir."

"You remember you shared your opinion on how you ought to be disciplined the other night?"

There was a pause as Blaine looked away, but Kurt took his chin, gently nudging him to meet his eyes.

"I asked you a question, young man," Kurt said, low.

"Yes sir," Blaine said quietly.

"You remember?" Kurt repeated.

"I—I do, sir."

Truth be told, Kurt felt sympathy for Blaine now, but reminded himself that it wasn't sympathy he'd said he needed.

"Well. I think you need to go get it then," Kurt said, his head gesturing towards the kitchen.

"I-Ye-essir."

Blaine stood, swallowing, and walked obediently past Rachel and over to the kitchen counter. He slowly opened the drawer and took out the wooden spoon.