Kurt woke Blaine up that morning, rubbing his back.
"Hey, Sleepy."
"Mmph. Wh-what time is it?" Blaine muttered.
"Time for you to take a shower. I let you sleep a little. But come on. You've got Cassie July this morning."
Blaine sighed, wishing he'd gotten up earlier. Usually when he slept over he made an effort to try to wake up before Kurt so he could make him breakfast. Truth be told, Kurt really didn't care at this point, but he still liked doing it. He scolded himself as he rubbed his eyes, mumbling an "Okay," as he rolled over and forced his feet to the floor. A sharp pain on his backside ignited there and he cursed it. "Oww…"
"Still sore?" Kurt asked.
Blaine flushed, remembering his punishment now. He stood, trying to rub the sting away. "It's not that bad," he dismissed, rushing off to the shower.
In the privacy of the bathroom he tried to check his backside through the medicine cabinet mirror, to see how it looked, but wasn't really able to get a good angle. He finally gave up and got in the shower. It only really hurt in one place now, and only when pressure was applied, not like last night where it stung all over. He didn't expect dance class was going to be great fun or anything, but it was nothing like last night anymore and he supposed it could be worse. Just as he was rinsing shampoo from his hair he ran out of hot water halfway through and almost jumped out of the tub. What a way to start the day.
When he returned to the bedroom with a towel around his waist, he saw Kurt was still there, looking over his theatre history homework.
"You're out of hot water," Blaine groused.
Kurt shook his head. "Not surprised," he mused. "Rachel took forever after me."
"Just my luck," Blaine complained, going to the dresser to find some clothes he'd left for occasions like this.
"Does it hurt to walk?" Kurt asked.
"What? Oh. No—not—it's not bad like that," Blaine muttered.
"Let me look," Kurt offered, grabbing the gel on the nightstand.
"Kurt, it's not that bad—"
"Great, but you need some—"
"Kurt, it's not like-"
"Young man. Enough." Kurt interrupted, low.
There was a pause. Blaine asked, turning slowly to Kurt.
"Am I… in trouble or something? Blaine asked.
"No. Just not making a request." Kurt replied, firm. "It obviously still hurts and you've got class in just over an hour. Let me help."
Blaine sighed. "…Yes sir," he muttered.
Blaine undid his towel and shakily turned.
Kurt crossed closer to look him over. "It's actually a lot better than last night," he commented.
"It doesn't- it only hurts a little on one side now—" Blaine stuttered, rather embarrassed.
"I'm assuming here?" Kurt asked, gently touching along the still lavender area of a sit spot.
Blaine swallowed his embarrassment, squirming at the discomfort of the touch. "Um. Yeah."
Kurt put a little gel on his hand. He put an arm around Blaine's torso, forcing him to bend a bit so he could rub the gel in. Blaine closed his eyes, waiting it out. As he felt Kurt's finger rub against his sit spots he couldn't help but tense and whine a bit.
"Be still," Kurt admonished.
"…Yes, sir," Blaine meekly replied, trying to think of anything other than the sensations of pain and coolness simultaneously demanding his attention right now.
Kurt looked over his work and then patted Blaine's bottom. "Alright, hopefully that will get you through class anyway. Get dressed. Rachel made those smoothies and I'll put coffee in a couple of thermoses we can take on the way."
Blaine pulled out his dance clothes and sweats, dressing quietly. He then headed out to the kitchen, where Rachel was now sitting at a table eating cereal.
"Hey! How you feeling?" she asked brightly.
Blaine shrugged and attempted a smile. "Okay, I guess."
Kurt put the bottle in his hand. "I want you to put some on tonight before bed too, even if it feels better." he said.
"Put what?" Rachel asked.
Blaine flushed, dropping it into his bag. "Nothing. It's just—it's for the bruising," he muttered, shy.
"You still have bruises?" Rachel asked.
Blaine sighed. "It's not a big-"
"Kurt, you're so mean!" Rachel accused.
"Excuse me?" Kurt huffed.
"Rachel," Blaine said, getting a little annoyed. "I don't—I'm just a little sore still this morning, it's nothing." Blaine dismissed.
"You poor thing!" Rachel soothed.
"Rachel, come on!" Kurt defended. "You saw the whole thing last night, it's not like I-"
"I'm fine," Blaine assured. "And however…little bit of not fine that I am, I deserved it."
Rachel shook her head, eyeing Kurt.
"I wasn't even going to punish him in the end. He asked for it!" Kurt protested.
Blaine smiled and kissed Rachel's forehead. "Just always waiting in my corner, ready to defend me, huh?"
"Someone has to," she replied, handing him a thermos. "Breakfast for you."
"Thanks, these really are my favorite."
"I put them in the thermoses so you two can take them with you."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Conveniently reducing the number of breakfast dishes to wash when it's her turn."
Rachel made a face. "It always goes back to chores with you," she complained, handing Kurt his thermos. "You two have a full day?"
"Scene work due today," Kurt said, shaking his head. "Hopefully my scene partner will finally be off book."
"I've got dance and a voice lesson this morning," Blaine said.
"Ugh say hi to Cassie July from me," Rachel said with a smirk.
"Yeah hopefully she doesn't yell at me too much. And I've got to call June at some point because she wanted to set rehearsals for this week."
"Well try to leave Thursday open if you can, we can get a date night in then." Kurt said, grabbing his things.
"Sure," Blaine smiled. It was a good sign that he could bring up the Showcase now without feeling like a jerk about it. It wasn't going to be perfect, like how it'd be if Kurt was a part of it too, but it could still be special and hopefully good for his career. Now that Kurt had forgiven him he could enjoy it a little, he figured. And while all this attention to his backside was a little embarrassing, he had to admit that the gel seemed to have an easing effect and it was kind of sweet that Rachel always wanted to look out for him. My life's not so bad.