AN: I found a prompt for this and just wanted to fill it. So here's the begining. Please review, and give me ideas of which you would like to see in this fanfic. I promise I'll try and incorporate them!
Warnings: Eventual non-sensual!Daddy!Blaine and baby!kurt and AgeRegressed!Kurt
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Kurt sat down as his desk as he looked at the clock. Sighing gently, he was relieved that he would be able to go home within the next hour. Turning back to his computer, he began to type out some more words onto the report from the case they had just worked on. As he was just finishing up the case file, he go up and began to pack his things into his bag, before heading towards Hotch's office.

"Hey Hotch," he said as he knocked on the door, and looked up. "Got the report for you, and I'm going to head home." he mumbled as he dropped it onto the desk.
"Thank's Kurt, I'll look through it soon." Hotch replied as Kurt walked towards the door. Out in the main body of the building, Kurt walked over to a group of his team, and mumbled his 'Byes' but didn't stop his tracks, just continued towards the door, not able to wait about getting home to Blaine. Stopping just outside the door, he pulled his phone out and dialled Blaine's number.

On the second ring, Blaine picked up. "Hey Baby!" Blaine almost screamed down the phone. Kurt smiled, gently, "Hello beautiful." Kurt sighed, enjoying hearing Blaine's voice. "I'll be home in about twenty minutes!" Kurt murmered with a smile on his face, as he approached his car. The case had taken a lot out of him, and he just wanted to curl up next to Blaine and relax. "Put the kettle on for me?" he half joked. Blaine chuckled lightly, "I'll see you when you get home, okay?" he asked. Kurt smiled even wider. "Yeah, I'll be there soon" he replied as he was getting in his car, throwing his bag on the passenger seat.

Starting the engine, he pulled out of the parking lot, onto the main road. Around half way home, Kurt stopped at a red light, and waited for it to become green. After a couple of minutes, he was able to pull away. Half way across the cross-section, a car came speeding, not stopping, into the side of Kurt's car. The impact of the cars was too fast for surrounding people to see. A passe-by called 911, and waited around as an audience gathered.

Meanwhile, inside the car, Kurt's face was covered in blood, as he slowly fell into unconciousness. Within a few minutes, sirens could be heard from everywhere. The fire brigade began work straight away, attempting to find the safest way to free Kurt from the wreck of a car, whilst the paramedics arrived, and began to prepare all the needed things. Reporters showed up, showing the crash on live TV, for everyone to see.

After around forty minutes, the fire brigade were successful in tearing the vehicle arpart, allowing the medics to free Kurt, and get him into the ambulance. As soon as the basic procedure had taken place, the ambulance sped to the hospital.

Once in the hospital, Kurt was looked at immediately, given stiches and put on the Intensive Care ward for safety measures. Whilst the hospital was looking through Kurt's details, Blaine sat at home, begining to get worried, Kurt had never taken this lost to get home from work before. Getting frustrated, Blaine picked up his phone and tried to call Kurt for the sixth time, however, this time Kurt's phone went straight to voicemail.

Eventually, Blaine went into the bedroom, pulled the blanket off their bed, and went back into the front room and sat on the couch.

A few hours after, Blaine got a phone call from the hospital, telling him that Kurt had been admitted a few hours prior. Immediately, Blaine was up and throwing on day clothes, and taking his keys and wallet, and talling a taxi.

Finally reaching the hospital, he paid the taxi driver, and ran into the hospital, to the front desk asking where Kurt Hummel was. The nurse at the desk was supprised at the dishevelled man who stood before her. Blaine stood there glaring at the women. "WHERE IS HE?" he screamed getting even more aggitated. The nurse was stunned and stared at Blaine, before checking the files. "IC, Room 204, Floor 18" she mumbled, looking up to an empty space where Blaine was stood. Blaine had never moved so fast to an elevator in his life. Hopping foot to foot getting annoyed at how slow the elevator was travelling.

Finally it opened, and he jumped inside, and repeatedly pressed floor number 18, untilthe doors began to close.

Once on the 18th floor, Blaine rushed to the nurses station and panted, "Room 204, where?!" The nurses stared at him in disbelief. If he looked bad at the front desk, then he looked like hell now, with his hair all over the place, sweat pouring off of him and unable to stay still. "Would you like me to take you?" a nurse replied gently. Blaine only nodded and followed the nurse to a room. Blaine stopped outside the door trying to calm himself, and prepare himself for what he was about to see.