Kurt's First Spanking Chapter 9, a glee fanfic

Hey.

I've got another chapter for you. I did use one of the suggestions I received in this. Hope you all enjoy. Please let me know what you think.

Warnings: the usual.

I don't own Glee or the musical Wicked.

WICKED

"Kurt." Blaine gently shook his boyfriend's shoulder. "Kurt, wake up."

"Hmm. Not yet." Kurt mumbled, rolling over.

Blaine began nibbling on his ear. "Come on. I have a surprise for you."

Kurt opened one eye. "Surprise?"

"Yes, Birthday boy. Sit up and close your eyes."

Kurt quickly pushed himself up and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, he felt something being placed in his hands.

"Okay, you can open them now."

Kurt did and let out a joyous shriek. Two tickets to the Broadway musical Wicked. He jumped up and down and tackled Blaine in an excited hug.

"Happy birthday, Kurt." Blaine said, hugging him back, loving how happy he had made him.

Kurt studied the tickets. "Aw, but we have to wait a whole week." He mock-pouted.

"Sorry. That's the earliest I could get."

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. Now, I've started making chocolate-chip pancakes. How about we eat them and watch something? Birthday boy's choice."

"Okay."

Thanks to Blaine, Kurt had an incredible birthday. After having his favorite breakfast while watching his favorite show, they spent the day at the mall, then went out to eat at their favorite restaurant. And let's just say they had a pretty awesome night together as well.

GLEE

Five days later

Kurt got back from class and laid down. He'd had a very unpleasant headache all day and he felt tired and achy. It was just from a lack of sleep, he told himself. I'll feel better after a nap.

He woke up to the sound of the front door closing. He felt even worse than earlier. He felt cold and his throat hurt. His head pounded in time with his heartbeat. He couldn't be sick though. He just couldn't. Wicked was in just two days. He dragged himself up.

"Kurt?" Blaine entered the room. "Hey, how was your day?"

Kurt forced a smile. "It was fine." His voice sounded a little hoarse.

"You look tired. How about we order out tonight?"

Kurt nodded. "Sounds good."

"Okay. I'm okay with anything. You pick and order it; I'm going to get in the shower."

"Alright."

Blaine noticed that Kurt mostly just picked at his food. He seemed tired and even though the thermostat was set for 72 degrees, he was wearing a sweater and looked cold.

"Are you alright, Kurt?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"I said, I'm fine." Kurt snapped.

"Hey. I'm only asking because I'm concerned about you. There's no reason to talk to me like that." Blaine told him firmly. "You've barely eaten anything; you're wearing a sweater and still look cold."

"I'm fine. Just not hungry and I'm a little tired."

"Okay." Blaine wasn't convinced, but he realized that he wasn't going to get anywhere by prodding further.

They both got ready for bed and laid down. Kurt fell asleep quickly and snuggled against Blaine for warmth. Blaine notice how, despite the warm blankets, Kurt was still shivering. He put a hand on Kurt's forehead. He definitely felt warm. Kurt stirred and opened his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Blaine asked.

Kurt now felt to miserable to deny it. "Don't wanna miss Wicked." His throat hurt so badly; he could barely speak.

"I don't want you to miss it either, baby." Blaine rubbed his back comfortingly. "But your health comes first. Let's see about getting you feeling better. What exactly is making you feel sick?"

"Throat hurts." He swallowed painfully. "Headache, I ache everywhere. Neck hurts."

"Where does your neck hurt?"

Kurt indicated to the sides of his neck.

Blaine rubbed Kurt's neck. "It's a bit swollen."

Kurt shivered intensely. "I'm cold." He whimpered.

Blaine put his hand against Kurt's forehead again. "You feel even warmer. I'm going to get you some Nyquil. It will lower your fever and help you sleep. In the morning, I'm calling Dr. Roberts."

Blaine got up and got a glass of water and the medicine. He poured out the measured amount and Kurt quickly swallowed it, washing it down with the water. Kurt grimaced at the taste and at how it burned his throat before numbing it. Blaine held Kurt close to him as they waited for the medicine to kick in.

The next morning, Blaine got up early and called the doctor's office. He could see them in two hours. Blaine let Kurt sleep as long as possible, before getting him up. Kurt felt so miserable, he didn't complain when Blaine got him into the car and drove him to the clinic.

It didn't take long for Kurt to be diagnosed with strep. Doctor Roberts prescribed some antibiotics and plenty of rest.

"But…" Kurt croaked, eyes swimming with tears. "Wicked."

Doctor Roberts gave Blaine a questioning look.

Blaine sighed. "I bought tickets to the musical Wicked for Kurt's birthday. It's tomorrow."

"Oh." He looked at Kurt with sympathy. "I'm sorry, Kurt. It takes a minimum of three days to get over strep."

Kurt looked away, trying to hide his tears. Not that anyone could blame him for crying.

After paying the bill, Blaine loaded a very despondent Kurt into the car and drove to the pharmacy to get the prescription filled.

"How about I get you some soup from that sandwich place?" Blaine suggested.

Kurt shook his head no.

"You have to eat something before taking the meds."

Kurt ignored him, staring out the window.

Blaine sighed. "Kurt, I get that you are upset. I'm disappointed too, but there will be other musicals. We'll go some other time."

Kurt still didn't respond.

"Alright." Blaine said with resolve. "You want to sit there and sulk, that's fine. But I'm going to get you that soup and when we get home, you will eat at least some of it so you can take your meds. Is that understood?"

Kurt could hear in his tone that he expected an answer and it wouldn't end well for Kurt if he didn't. "Yes."

GLEE

The next day, Kurt felt a little better. His fever was down and his throat hurt a lot less. Maybe I can convince Blaine that I'm better and we can still go.

Kurt got up and showered and dressed. He headed to the kitchen where Blaine was making scrambled eggs.

"Blaine, I feel much better. I can make it to the musical."

Blaine turned around and looked at him with a frown. "I don't think so, Kurt. It's supposed to rain in a couple hours and not stop until tomorrow. I don't want you getting pneumonia or something from being out in the cold rain."

"But I told you, I'm feeling better. I'll bundle up and take my medicine. Please, Blaine."

Blaine wavered. He wanted to go just as badly as Kurt, but not if it meant putting Kurt's health at risk. "I'll tell you what: After breakfast, we'll take your temperature. If it is under one hundred, we'll go."

"Okay."

Kurt wasn't sure his temperature would be that low. He slipped into the bathroom and used the thermometer to be sure. 101.2. Not good. He'd have to do something to make that number lower.

"Alright, Kurt," Blaine said after breakfast. "Let's go take your temperature."

Kurt followed Blaine into the bathroom. Blaine turned on the thermometer and tucked it under Kurt's tongue.

"I'm thirsty." Kurt said around the thermometer.

"Okay. I'll go grab you something. You want water or orange juice?"

"Orange juice, please."

"Alright."

Once Blaine left, Kurt removed the thermometer and turned the water on just a tiny bit so the thin stream of water would run over the thermometer.

"What do you think you're doing?" Blaine's voice came from the doorway, startling Kurt so badly, he practically jumped in the air.

"I… I-I dropped it by accident, so I'm rinsing it off."

Blaine rolled his eyes. No matter how many times he tried, Kurt was still a terrible liar. He plucked the thermometer out of his hand and restarted it, this time, watching Kurt the whole time.

101.4.

"Kurt, go on back to bed. I'm going to go grab your medication."

"I don't want to go back to bed!" Kurt protested.

"You still have a fever and the drugs make you drowsy. Go back to bed now."

"No."

"Kurt. Just because you are sick doesn't mean I won't give you a spanking. Now, back to bed."

"No. I want to go see Wicked."

"Last chance."

Kurt kicked the counter. "No! It's not fair!" He kicked it again and again.

Not wanting Kurt to make himself sicker with his dramatics, he grabbed Kurt and slung him over his shoulder. Kurt kicked and pounded his back with his fists, but Blaine didn't put him down until they were in the bedroom.

"Now, you have two choices: Dress yourself or I will do it for you."

Not wanting to be treated like a child any more than he'd already been, Kurt got himself changed into the pajamas Blaine laid out.

Once he was dressed, Blaine took Kurt by the hands and led him to the bed. Blaine sat down and had Kurt stand between his knees. "Is it ever okay to throw a tantrum, Kurt?"

Kurt squirmed uncomfortably. "No, sir."

"I think you are forgetting that I am just as disappointed about missing the musical as you. I do understand that you aren't feeling well; but that does not mean you get to act like a spoiled brat. You certainly don't get to kick things just because you are angry."

He reached over into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the hairbrush. "Take your pants and underwear down and get over my knee."

"Come on, please, Blaine. I'm sick." Kurt whined.

"Oh, now you are sick. Thirty minutes ago, you were healthy enough to go out in the rain, but once I take out the brush, you're sick? Do what I tell you now before I chose to get the paddle instead."

Kurt took down his clothing as slow as possible without getting in deeper trouble. Once they were around his ankles, he laid himself over Blaine's knee.

"What happens to naughty little boys who throw tantrums?" Blaine asked.

"Th-they get a-a spanking." Kurt's face turned red down to his collar bone.

Blaine wasted no time getting started. Wanting it done quickly, he started off with the brush.

"What happens to naughty little boys who try to lie and run the thermometer under the faucet?"

Kurt whimpered and squirmed; he'd thought he'd gotten away with that.

"They get a spanking." He whispered.

"They get a spanking" SMACK! SMACK! "On their bare" SMACK! SMACK! "Little bottoms."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Kurt's legs were kicking and he was already crying. His bottom was a nice rosy color and clearly had an unpleasant, stinging burn in it.

"What happens to naughty little boys who kick things?"

"Th-they g-get a sp-spanking."

"Yes. And because your legs did the kicking, I think it only fair that they receive the spanking."

Blaine aimed the brush at Kurt's thighs and used the brush on them.

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Kurt cried and pleaded and apologized, but Blaine didn't stop until he felt the lesson had fully sunk in. When he did, Kurt's thighs matched his red butt. After a minute, he helped Kurt up and held him in his lap.

Once Kurt calmed down, Blaine gave him his meds and some water. "Get some sleep. I've got chicken noodle soup cooking on the stove for you. It will be ready in a couple hours."

Kurt nodded drowsily, his eyes already closing. Blaine got him into bed. Kurt whimpered when his sore bottom and thighs touched the mattress and he immediately rolled onto his stomach. Blaine tucked him in, brushing his bangs out of his eyes and giving him a light kiss on the temple. "I love you, baby."

"Love you too. I'm still sad about missing Wicked." He admitted quietly.

"I know you are. I am too. I promise, we will go very soon."

Kurt nodded, and his eyes drifted shut. His breathing deepened as he fell asleep.

END CHAPTER

Until next time, everyone. I've never had strep throat, nor has anyone else in my family, so if I was inaccurate about it in any way, I apologize in advance.

Still not over this nasty bug. Hopefully I will be by tomorrow. I will try to write another chapter really soon. This flu really knocked me flat. Really appreciate the reviews and comments.

TTFN, Ciao