As Kurt and Blaine settled into their usual seats at the Lima Bean, Kurt was worrying his lower lip between his teeth and fretting. "I can't believe somebody told the headmaster! I can't believe it! I'm going to be in so much trouble!"

"I don't see why you're so upset, Kurt. We just got a token talking to. It's no big deal." This wasn't the first time the headmaster at Dalton Academy had spoken with the Warblers about sneaking off campus for impromptu performances. Blaine had been involved in at least three separate instances, and while a comment went on their school record, nothing big ever came of it. They got their slips signed by their parents, notifying them of the incident, and that was that.

"You don't understand!" Kurt wailed, falling against the back of the booth dramatically. "Daddy is going to be so mad at me!" Immediately, Kurt gasped and his hands clamped over his mouth. Since his transfer to Dalton, Blaine had quickly become his good friend, and Kurt had shared a lot with Blaine. But, he hadn't told him any more about Noah than that he was Kurt's boyfriend.

Blaine looked puzzled. "Who?" He'd heard Kurt talk about his dad on several occasions, but Kurt had never called him anything ever than "my dad" that he could remember.

"Uh..." Kurt stuttered, his mind scrambling to come up with an explanation for his slip-up. "Um..."

Blaine watched Kurt's face carefully, puzzled. Who could Kurt have been referring to when he said, "Daddy?" The gears in Blaine's mind cranked slowly as he thought, until all of a sudden the answer hit him like a ton of bricks. His boyfriend. Then, Blaine's mind was racing and his heart was thumping. Kurt had said "Daddy" which was something Blaine was pretty sure he knew about. If Kurt had a daddy, then he had what Blaine had been wanting for a while now but never thought he'd find.

He actually knew quite a lot about age play and age regression and everything related to those topics. Shortly after coming to Dalton, he'd needed something to calm him, to help him focus and relax. He found that the stress of his classes, being a lead vocalist in the Warblers, and making new friends was hard to handle after coming from a small public school where he'd spent his junior high years getting bullied repeatedly. After running across ageplay on a BDSM site that a friend had suggested he check out following a discussion in health class, Blaine had been hooked. He even supposed, though only to himself, that if he'd known about this while at his public school, he'd probably have never needed to transfer to Dalton.

Something major had always been missing for him, though. While using a paci or coloring whenever he was stressed seemed to help in the short term, there was never any one there to take care of him long term, and there was only so much self soothing he could do.

Blaine's parents had been very part-time in his life since he was quite young, first leaving Cooper to "babysit" while they went on business trips and eventually leaving him on his own when Cooper went to college. Their high profile government jobs had them traveling a lot, and there were times when Blaine would not see his parents for a week or more at a time.

He wanted someone to watch what he was doing, hold him accountable, discipline him when he lost his way, and love him when he was sad. Or happy, or any emotion really. But especially when he was sad. It was something he'd always craved, even before he knew about age play, and the gifts that his parents frequently gave him just couldn't make up for the lack of human contact.

When Kurt continued to stammer, Blaine got an idea. Quickly, he opened a text message on his phone and typed out, "Age play?" before passing the phone across the table to Kurt.

Kurt read the message and looked up at Blaine incredulously. How had he known? Slowly, he nodded, sliding the phone back to Blaine.

"With your boyfriend?"

Another nod.

Blaine stood then, offering his hand to Kurt. "C'mon," he said, jerking his head toward the parking lot. "Let's go for a drive."

Kurt looked nervous, but he nodded a third time, holding Blaine's hand as he slid from the booth and stood up.

Once he and Blaine were safely in the car, driving aimlessly but in the general direction of Dalton Academy, Kurt turned wide, questioning eyes to Blaine. "How did you-?"

"I've read about it," Blaine explained as he turned the car down another road.

"Oh." Kurt didn't know what else to say.

Blaine was trying to work up the courage and find the right words to tell Kurt that he was—well, that he needed, wanted to find a daddy. Finally he said, "Can I tell you a secret, Kurt?"

"I guess?" Kurt's brain was going a million different directions and everything was confusing right now. He really just wanted to go home to Daddy, tell him what happened, and accept the consequences so they could spend the rest of the night snuggling, and Kurt didn't have to be a big boy anymore.

"I use that, sometimes, to relax. I have a pacifier and a coloring book." Blaine's face was a deep red.

"Do you have a daddy?" Kurt wanted to know.

"No. I just do it to self soothe."

When Kurt didn't respond, Blaine went on. "I want one. A daddy, that is. But I doubt I'll ever find one. You're the first person I've ever met that knows about it. I kinda figured that I was mostly...alone." The last word came out in a whisper, and his voice caught in his throat just a bit.

Kurt was really at a loss for words. He hadn't ever wanted anyone else to know about his and Noah's relationship, but now that secret was out of the bag. And truth be told, he'd become really fond of Blaine over the past few weeks. He was nice to Kurt, plus he was cute. Hearing Blaine sound so sad about never having a daddy made Kurt feel badly. But, he didn't think there was anything that he could do. So he lamely said, "I'm sorry."

As they rolled up to a stop sign, Blaine turned wide eyes to Kurt. "Tell me about it? What's it like? Do you like it? How'd it happen?" The questions tumbled out quickly, and Blaine felt a little bit silly, but he was too excited, embarrassed, and curious all at once to do anything about it.

Kurt swallowed, seeing the emotions on his friend's face. He wasn't sure he really wanted to talk about this, let alone give out all the details. Deciding to start simple, he said, "I like it. Noah's good at it."

"Do you get spanked?" Blaine asked, quite before he could catch himself. It was something he'd always been curious about, having never really been disciplined or in trouble by his parents. It was not, however, a question to ask an uncomfortable friend, and Blaine immediately hated that it had come out of his mouth. The question hung heavily in the air, and he scrambled to take it back. "I'm—I'm sorry. I didn't mean—That was—Kurt I'm-" he sputtered.

"Take me back to Dalton. I want to go home," Kurt gritted out. He hadn't even wanted to talk about it, and Blaine had gone and asked a super personal question that was absolutely none of his business. Kurt's face was red from anger and embarrassment.

"Kurt, really. I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses. I don't really want to talk about this, and it's none of your business anyway. Take me back."

Blaine sighed. He'd really stepped in it. Even as he turned the car in the direction of the school, his mind was racing, trying to come up with a way to apologize. Kurt was a great friend, and he was cute, too. He didn't want to lose him.

As soon as Blaine shifted the car into park at the Dalton Academy parking lot, Kurt opened the door and slipped out into the cool fall air. "Bye, Kurt," Blaine called. "I'm really sorry."
"Yeah," was all Kurt said as he got into his own car and shut the door.

Blaine let his head rest against the steering wheel for a moment before sitting up straight. He was going to fix this, he determined. He had to.