AN: I didn't know where I was going to go with this. Luckily for me, the boys take over any scenes so I don't have to know. Whatever. Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 27

Blaine woke the next morning when he heard a gunshot. He startled awake and saw it was some old western on the television. He turned it off and looked to see Kurt still sleeping, curled up on the other end of the couch. Smiling, he pulled the blanket off the back and draped it over Kurt. He then grabbed the empty pizza box and went into the kitchen.

Throwing the box away, he saw it was nine. Deciding that he wanted to make the last day they would have together alone special, Blaine began pulling out the ingredients for waffles. As they cooked in the waffle iron, he poured some orange juice out and set the table. The waffle iron beeped and he pulled out the waffles.

"Blaine?" He heard Kurt call out sleepily.

"In the kitchen babe." Blaine called back, pouring more batter in while putting the finished waffles on a plate on the table.

Kurt wandered in, blanket draped over his shoulders, hair messy. "What're you doing?" He slurred out, rubbing at his eyes.

Blaine smiled at the sight and walked over to give him a hug. "Making breakfast. Eat."

Kurt sat at the table and looked at the waffles on his plate. Pushing it away, he laid his head on the table. "Not hungry. More sleep."

Blaine put his own plate together and sat next to Kurt. He ruffled his hair as he spoke. "I know. But you gotta eat. So sit up."

Kurt sat up and pouted at Blaine. He picked up his fork and took a bite out of the waffle. He then put his fork back down and lay his head down again. "There. I ate. Sleep now?"

Blaine put his own fork down and looked at Kurt. "Kurt, sit up and eat, now. Let's have a nice day."

Kurt sighed loudly. In a mocking tone, he said. "You sit up and eat. I'll be here. Sleeping."

Eying his uncooperative boyfriend, Blaine debated what to do. On the one hand, Kurt didn't have to listen to him. He had said just the day before that the obedience rule only applied to sex and punishment. On the other hand, Kurt was acting like a brat. He knew his boyfriend wasn't a morning person so he would try to be accommodating but that didn't mean Kurt could speak to him like that.

Really not wanting to start the day by punishing him, Blaine decided to make some coffee to see if that would help. He went over to the coffee maker and quickly made a cup for Kurt. He placed it in front of his now lightly snoring boyfriend. Shaking his shoulder lightly, Blaine spoke. "Kurt. Wake up."

Kurt sat up and sleepily glared at Blaine. "Go away. I want to sleep. Let me sleep." The effect was lost as Kurt's hair was still in disarray and he now had a red mark on his forehead from the table. Blaine just wordlessly pointed at the cup of coffee, laughing to himself as Kurt's nose twitched as he saw it. Kurt picked up the cup and drank it down.

Putting the empty cup down, Kurt yawned and stretched. He then picked up his fork and began eating. Blaine nodded, satisfied, and the two ate their breakfast in silence. Since Blaine had cooked, Kurt did the dishes while Blaine went upstairs to shower and change.

Blaine got out of the shower just as Kurt came upstairs. They passed by each other, Blaine working on his hair in the mirror in Kurt's room as Kurt took his own shower.

Blaine heard the shower turn off and his boyfriend messing with some jars and bottles before Kurt left the bathroom. Kurt came over to where Blaine was sitting and sat on his lap. Blaine wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

"Sorry." Kurt said, arms wrapped around Blaine's neck, head tucked against his shoulder.

"What for babe?" Blaine asked, kissing Kurt's still slightly wet hair.

Kurt played with a button Blaine's shirt as he answered. "Not listening to you and acting like that."

Blaine pulled Kurt back a bit and forced him to make eye contact. "We don't have any rules against you not being a morning person babe."

Kurt nodded, blushing a bit as he faced Blaine. "I know. But you were trying to do something nice and I just kept acting like, like I don't know."

"Like a brat?" Blaine asked, watching as Kurt turned a bright red at the word and look down.

"Yeah. Like a brat. Sorry." Kurt agreed softly, still looking down.

Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug. "It's not that big of a deal. You just needed coffee. I'll have to remember that from now on."

Kurt spoke quietly. "I just feel bad I guess. You were trying to be nice but I wasn't appreciative."

Blaine sighed. "And I told you that it's okay."

"But I still feel bad!" Kurt exclaimed, pushing back from Blaine to make eye contact again. "I just do. I feel like I was rude to you and maybe I was tired but that doesn't mean I can treat you rudely."

Looking at Kurt, Blaine made a decision. "You're right. It doesn't mean you get to act like that. You should know the saying by now, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. From now on, acting like a brat and telling me to go away or mocking me like you did earlier is going to get you in trouble. Got it?"

Kurt looked down as Blaine lectured, feeling the guilt that had been growing in him since he had drank his coffee start to go away. "Yes, sir." He answered, voice soft as he looked down at his lap.

"Good." Blaine replied, moving both of them to a standing position. He then walked Kurt over to the corner. "You can stand here and think about how you are supposed to talk to me. Don't move and keep your hands at your side." He gave Kurt a quick swat on his butt as he moved away from the corner.

Kurt yelped and felt a few tears spring up as he felt the swat. His butt had healed a bit since the spanking the day before and had been a light pink when he looked at it in the mirror. Still, the combination of the lecture and the swat and the corner time began adding up.

Blaine watched as Kurt fidgeted his hands a bit, knowing that Kurt had definitely felt the swat. While he didn't want to be mean to his boyfriend, Kurt had asked for this punishment. He hadn't quite said the words but he had expressed his needs well enough that Blaine knew his boyfriend felt bad about his behavior and needed some kind of resolution.

Deciding that eighteen minutes would work again, one for each year of Kurt's age, Blaine moved to pick up a magazine and started flipping through it while the time crawled by.

AN: Kurt is like me. I need caffeine in the morning otherwise I will attack. Luckily, my coffeemaker has a timer and it is ready and waiting for me. Yay! Haha please review. It fuels the coffee maker.