Blaine was feeling guilty. He really tried not to be dishonest with Kurt when he could help it. After lunch they went out to a movie, and as they held hands in the theatre in the dark, his mind kept wandering back to yesterday's events. He wondered if he should just confess. If he just had yesterday on the phone, Kurt would probably have been fairly lenient about it, he figured. Maybe he'd have even said it was understandable under the circumstances and let him off with a warning if he promised not to let it happen again. But now he'd lied about it a couple times and… well, lying was usually a big deal to Kurt. If he confessed now it was hard to imagine Kurt would say he'd let the lying go without any punishment. Rachel would probably even be on Kurt's side there, he figured, as it made her crazy if she thought Kurt was going easier on him than he would on her. If Rachel directly defied an order like that and then covered it up with lies she'd definitely get a spanking-it had happened many times before. Yesterday he'd felt justified—mostly. Today he wished he had just gone to his abs class like he was supposed to—or the very least admitted to blowing it off outright. He's never going to find out, let it go… He tried to focus on the movie.

It didn't help that Kurt seemed to be trying to be extra nice today. On the way out of the theatre they held hands and Kurt leaned close to him.

"I'm glad we're not fighting anymore. I'm really sorry about yesterday."

"I know," Blaine assured. "I wish it hadn't happened, but I'm over it now, honest." It was easier to be blasé about his indiscretions when Kurt hadn't been so apologetic.

"I know I kind of ruined the weekend—we didn't even get to be intimate—"

"You were sick—" Blaine dismissed.

"I know, but still. I know it's difficult for you still, being at Mercedes' during the week."

"Sometimes. I feel like I shouldn't complain—we still see each other at school. I don't want to smother you, I just get sort of insecure if we don't have one-on-one time regularly I guess."

"I know. Tomorrow night. After Monday dinner, we will. I'll turn off my phone, crank up the white noise machine, and tell Rachel we're hitting the sack early—she'll get the hint."

"Heh. Sounds like a good plan."

"Besides, I've been wanting to take a good look at you. I'm sure the exercise is doing you good."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Maybe. Aside from…yesterday… I don't think I've been working out anymore than you."

"A workout with Amy is like five workouts on that app though," Kurt teased. "She must have gone to whatever aerobic teacher school Sue Sylvester trained at."

Blaine smiled stiffly. "True. I'm just saying, I think it's gonna be awhile before I see any real results."

"I know. And you know I think you're hot no matter if you have a six pack or not. But just wait, and trust me. Soon your clothes will start fitting better and then you'll start feeling better overall. It's how it was with me when I started eating better, anyway."

Blaine nodded. "I hope so."

Kurt's phone buzzed and he chuckled as he looked at it. "Am I sucking up to you enough?"

"What?"

Kurt held his phone up. "Rachel asks if I'm doing a good job making things up to you."

Blaine grinned. "I love her. You can tell her I said you're doing fine."

Kurt shook his head, texting her back. "She gets all Mama Bear about you sometimes, I'll say that."

Blaine nodded. "When we first got together I always felt like she would always be your friend first, and in some ways that's true. But it's been nice getting a little closer to her in New York. And I help keep her out of trouble!"

Kurt laughed. "You do. You're a very good influence," he praised, giving Blaine a kiss. "She'd be over my knee a lot less if she was as honest as you, and that's just one thing!"

Blaine smiled uneasily. "Well I guess I better be going home and finishing homework for tomorrow. Can't wait for Monday night dinner."

"Me either. Text me when you get home?"
"I will."