AN: Sorry about the delay everyone. Just, lots of technical and personal stuff going on. Anyways, a lot of requests came in for a silent spanking. Send me a review about how you picture that happening and I'll see about working it in the sequel. This story is almost done and I hope you all enjoy one of the few chapters left.

Chapter 103

After a few minutes of just laying together in silence, Blaine quietly spoke. "When we get our first apartment together in New York, we are going to have mandatory cuddling time. We will figure out a time in our schedules every day where we can just lay like this and talk."

Kurt grinned at that, keeping his head tucked down. "That sounds really nice."

"Good. Because it's an order. You have to cuddle with me every day." Blaine said, tickling Kurt's side lightly.

"Blaine!" Kurt said, twisting a bit. He reached down and grabbed Blaine's hand, pulling it up to hold at his chest. "Cuddle time, yes. Tickle time, no."

Blaine pouted. "But Kurt…" He whined.

Kurt snorted. "Hush you. Now tell me more about what we are going to do in New York." He said, laying his head back down on Blaine's shoulder and listening to his heart beat.

"Pushy, pushy." Blaine said, kissing the top of Kurt's head. Moving a hand to Kurt's hair, he began running his fingers through it as he spoke. "Well, our first apartment will be a crappy one bedroom affair. We'll go apartment hunting until we find the right one and I'll beg you to let us move in there. You'll reluctantly agree but will be excited because the landlord will give you free rein to decorate as you please. It will be elegant and tasteful but really homey."

Kurt cut in here, voice sleepy. "I'm thinking a nice burgundy color." He yawned and tucked his head back down.

Blaine chuckled. "Whatever you want babe. Every morning, I'll get up and make us coffee and breakfast while you try to wake up. We'll eat together and then go take a shower together and some mornings I'll talk you into having sex and other mornings, you'll talk me into it. Then we will go to our classes and jobs, trying to work out our schedules so we can meet up for lunch at the cute little bistro that will be down the street. At the end of the day, you'll make dinner for us, with me assisting since you cook more than I do. We'll go and do our homework and then curl up in bed together, trying new things until we go to sleep."

Kurt mumbled something that Blaine couldn't quite make out. Blaine pulled Kurt in tighter and just listened as Kurt's breathing evened out. He closed his eyes, envisioning the future in New York together. He couldn't quite fall asleep so he just lay there, holding Kurt close for nearly an hour. He caught sight of the time and gently nudged Kurt awake.

"Babe, we gotta get up. We have to make dinner." Blaine said quietly, watching as Kurt stretched on top of him.

"Time is it?" He asked.

"Little past four. And you need to change and we need to have dinner done before they get back." Blaine said, rubbing a hand down Kurt's back.

Kurt sighed. "If you keep doing that, there is no chance I'll be getting up."

Blaine laughed and stopped. Kurt got up on his knees, straddling Blaine. "Did you sleep too?" Kurt asked, looking down at Blaine.

Blaine smiled. "No. I watched you sleep and listened to you snore."

"I do not." Kurt protested. He crossed his arms and pouted at Blaine.

Blaine reached up and pulled Kurt back down, hands cupping his butt as he held Kurt against him. "No, you don't." He kissed Kurt on the lips before pulling back. "You just make this little noise when you breathe that resembles a chainsaw."

He flipped them over and, after giving Kurt another quick kiss, he got off the bed before Kurt could reply to that. "Blaine Anderson! You take that back." Kurt said, sitting up to glare at Blaine. His butt protested the action and he slid off the bed, standing and crossing his arms.

Blaine smirked. "You go ahead and get changed. I'll go see what there is to cook downstairs." Blaine disappeared out the door.

Kurt rolled his eyes at his boyfriend but let him go, vowing to himself to get revenge later. He went to where his underwear and jeans were tangled together on the ground where he had left them during the spanking.

Sighing, he pulled on his underwear, hoping that the fact that they were soft would cushion his butt from the jeans. He picked the jeans up and slid them up slowly, hissing as they dragged over his cheeks. Cursing the tightness of his pants, he buttoned and zipped them before heading downstairs.

He got in the kitchen and pouted at Blaine. "Jeans hurt."

Blaine pouted back at him. "Aww, poor baby."

Kurt glared and stuck his tongue out at Blaine before he headed over to browse the cabinet. "So what do we have?" He asked.

Blaine shook his head. "Not much. I was thinking maybe stir fry. Get some veggies on the plates and there is chicken in the fridge."

Kurt agreed and they set to work, Blaine chopping vegetables while Kurt got the rice and chicken going. They worked in silence for a bit until Kurt spoke up. "So, our first apartment is going to be a fixer-upper? When did we agree to this?"

Blaine laughed a bit. "Well, I figure our first place together is going to be a little on the cheap side what with us both being students. But think of all the decorating possibilities."

"Fine. But our second place better be nice. And have more than one bedroom. We have to have a place for our music and my fashion. And it will need to be pet-friendly." Kurt listed as he cut the chicken up.

"We're going to have a pet?" Blaine asked.

"Yup. Two cats. One will be a super people friendly cat who will be constantly ruining my clothes by sitting in my lap but I'll love it anyway. The other will be a little more timid but will fall absolutely in love with you." Kurt said matter-of-factly.

Blaine laughed. "I don't think we can pick our pet's personalities like that."

Kurt hmphed. "We can if I say we can."

He grinned over at Blaine and was about to continue when Blaine's phone went off with a text from Finn. "He says they are leaving now and should be here in about ten minutes."

"Oh. Okay." Kurt said, nervous. The cheery mood was gone from the kitchen as Kurt cooked on auto-pilot, waiting for his dad to get home.

Blaine watched Kurt as he bit his lip and his face changed as he thought about what he would say to his dad. Blaine walked over and grabbed Kurt's hands. "Hey, it's going to be fine. You'll apologize, he'll lecture you a bit, assign you your extra hours, and then we will move on. Okay?"

Kurt nodded, taking a deep breath. "You're right. I just…I haven't been in trouble with him like this ever. I'm not really sure what to expect."

"It'll be fine." Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's hands. Kurt froze when the front door opened.

"Go. I'll finish dinner." Blaine said, pushing Kurt towards the door. Kurt squared his shoulders and walked out of the kitchen.

AN: So, I have really lost motivation to write this story. So it's wrapping up in a couple chapters and I'm either going to start writing the sequel or this other fic I have in mind or both and I'll alternate updates. I haven't decided just yet.