Hey, thank you everyone for all the reviews. Especially the unnamed guest who gave me suggestions. it definitely helped get the inspiration gears moving. Please, please keep them coming.

Warnings: Strong cuss word used and domestic discipline. If you aren't into this, save yourself the headache and find something you do like. There are countless stories on this site alone, I can almost guarantee you will find something that you do enjoy. Why waste your time reading something you don't like? That's like someone who... I don't know... hates ice cream, but goes out and buys a gallon tub of it and eats it. It doesn't make sense.

Anyway, on with the story.

TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY

"Fuck you!"

The words burned through the air and hung in the space between them. Neither Kurt nor Blaine moved. It was impossible to say who was more stunned.

Kurt had had a bad day. No, he had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Worst day in the history of worst days. A waking nightmare. He hadn't slept well the night before and woken up late. He was almost late for class and, in his mad rush out the door, had forgotten his assignment at home. Thankfully, his professor was nice enough to give him an extension, but on his way out he'd tripped going up the stairs. His left knee took the brunt of it and was now very bruised and sore. Now, at dinner, Blaine had made meatloaf with mashed potatoes and cooked carrots.

Kurt hated carrots. And Blaine was not allowing him to leave the table until he had taken at least three bits.

Normally, Blaine would substitute a food Kurt couldn't stand for something else. But a grocery shopping trip was overdue and they were out of everything else. Blaine also knew that Kurt had eaten very little all day. He missed breakfast due to his late start, and lunch had been fast food on the way home from the doctor's because his knee swelled up so badly. Thankfully, it was only a bad bone bruise. Kurt hated going to the doctor and had protested and argued the whole way and sulked during the drive home.

So, to say that Kurt was in a bad mood was an understatement on a criminal level. Normally, he'd choke down the required bites, wash them down with whatever he was drinking, and that would be the end of it. But for some reason, the carrots were the last straw. He dug his heels in and refused to touch them; throwing a fit befitting a five-year old.

Blaine had just told him that if he didn't take the three bites within the next five minutes, he'd have to eat all of them when Kurt cussed him out.

Blaine got up from his seat and picked up his chair, moving it into the blank corner. His face was hard and tight as he grabbed Kurt by the arm, pulling him to his feet and leading him to the chair. Kurt was still in such shock over what he'd said, he didn't even think to resist.

Blaine sat him down in the chair and picked up the timer off the counter, setting it for ten minutes. Normally, he'd have Kurt stand in the corner, but by the way that Kurt was limping heavily, he could tell Kurt was still in quite a bit of pain and he didn't want to cause him to agitate it further. He loaded the dishwasher while he waited for Kurt's time-out to end.

He knew Kurt had had a very rough day, and he did feel sorry for him. Kurt had never cussed at him before and he was surprised by how much it hurt and shocked him. He knew that he did not want to give Kurt the impression that he was even remotely okay with it. After all, it completely broke rule number 2.

He glanced at the timer; less than thirty seconds remained. He slipped into the bathroom and returned just as the timer buzzed. He went over to Kurt and crouched down. The half of Kurt's face he could see had tear trails running down it. He gently took Kurt's chin in his hand and turned his face towards him.

"I'm so s-sorry!" Kurt sobbed wretchedly.

Blaine pulled him into his chest.

"I know, baby, I know." He soothed. "I know you've had a really terrible day and you didn't mean it."

Kurt's sobs dwindled to ragged breaths and jerking hiccups.

Blaine wished so badly he could just brush this under the rug. Kurt looked so exhausted and pitiful, he just wanted to tuck him into bed with some hot chocolate and cuddle him until he fell asleep. But that had to wait.

"Kurt, what is the second rule?" Blaine forced his voice to be stern, though it remained soft.

Kurt looked down in shame. "Be respectful, sir."

"And you realize that yelling at me with those words was completely unacceptable."

"Yes, sir." Kurt's chin began to tremble again.

Blaine took out the unused bar of soap he had soaking in a glass of water. Kurt's lips curled, having a very good idea what it was for.

"Open and stick out your tongue." Blaine ordered.

Kurt opened his mouth and scrunched up his eyes. He gagged and coughed as Blaine scrubbed his tongue thoroughly with the soap. After about fifteen seconds, Blaine held the bar between Kurt's teeth.

"Bite down."

Reluctantly, Kurt sank his teeth into the soap. Blaine pressed lightly against his bottom jaw, as a silent prompt to bite down further until his teeth, from crown to gumline, was completely imbedded inside the soap. Blaine picked up the timer and set it for five minutes.

"Face the corner; don't touch the soap until your time is up and I say you can. Touch it, your time starts over. Understood."

Kurt nodded, fixing his eyes to the wall. Blaine returned to the kitchen to finish the dishes.

Five minutes had never felt so long to the both of them. They were both very relieved when the timer finally went off. Blaine returned and removed the soap, throwing it away. He gave him a glass of water to rinse his mouth with.

"Alright. Now, go back to the table and eat every single one of those carrots."

"Yes, sir."

With Blaine's help, Kurt stood up and hobbled back to the table, bearing almost all his weight on his unharmed, left leg.

Without a word of complaint, he ate the carrots, washing both them and the lingering soap down with his iced tea. Compared to the soap, the carrots were actually almost tasty. Within three minutes, the despised vegetable was gone. Blaine put the empty plate in the sink and gave Kurt a warm hug.

"Now, let's get you ready for bed. We need to ice and elevate that knee and you need to catch up on sleep."

Kurt nodded gratefully, leaning heavily on Blaine. He didn't object when Blaine practically dressed him and tucked him in. He did wince when Blaine lifted his leg to prop it up on three pillows and he hissed through his teeth when the ice pack rested against the bare skin of his swollen knee. Blaine gave him another dose of ibuprofen before cuddling next to Kurt, holding him as he fell asleep.

END CHAPTER

Hope you enjoyed. I stayed up all night writing this. My brain wouldn't turn off and let me sleep so please send prayers or something my way, I have extra hours at work all this week and am now starting it off on zero sleep. (YAY!) I work part time at a day care and am normally only scheduled for 5 hours Monday through Wednesday and 8 hours thurs. and fri. I love the kids I work with like crazy, but they are a handful. I will do my best to post again very soon, but it is going to be difficult this week.

Until next time, Ciao.