Daddy's Little Man

Chapter One

Blaine looked at the baby monitor and sighed as he listened to the goings on in the nursery. He'd put Kurt down for his afternoon nap just over an hour ago, and had been hoping to get at least another 30 minutes or so of work done before being disturbed again.

"Daaadddyyy...Daddy?...Daaaaaaaddy...Daddy, Daddy, Daddy" Kurt sang over and over again, trying to get some attention.

He shut the laptop down, and made his way into the nursery. Kurt and Blaine had planned out the nursery once it became apparent to both of them that their 'kink' had become a lifestyle. Kurt had wanted his own room with a proper crib and change table. Although they still slept together every night, the room had quickly become Kurt's haven. He would take his naps there, and on the rare occasion that Blaine had to go out of an evening and left him in the care of a sitter, he would spend the night there.

He pushed open the door of the nursery quietly, and watched as Kurt kept singing out. Kurt was flat on his back in the oversized crib, knees bent and splayed out to each side, he held his white bunny rabbit tightly under one arm, and had kept the pacifier in his mouth, creating a lilt to his voice that made him sound even more child-like.

"Daddy...Daaadddy..." Kurt continued to sing to himself, as Blaine quietly made his way across the room. He reached over the railings and moved a stray hair from Kurt's forehead.

"Hey there," Blaine cooed softly, "what are you doing awake so soon, little one?"

Kurt's eyes lit up as he saw Blaine, and he quickly got up on his knees, hanging on to the top of the crib's railing. He spat out the pacifier, dropped the rabbit and quickly made grabby hands for Blaine.

"Daddy's here!" Kurt exclaimed in joy.

"Yes, baby," Blaine said chuckling to himself, "Daddy's here now. Are you going to tell me why you're not sleeping?"

"Kurt's yucky," Kurt replied, grabbing at his crotch. Blaine got the message immediately, and undid the side of the crib to let Kurt out. Initially, Kurt had wanted to be carried almost everywhere, but Blaine had put a stop to that once he realised that one day his back was going to give out. So he had the side of the crib modified to open like a gate, which allowed Kurt easy access in and out and gave Blaine's back some much needed relief.

Kurt jumped down and made his way straight over to the change table. He climbed up the two small steps and lay himself down on his back, legs apart and waited for Blaine.

"Good boy," Blaine said as he undid the fasteners between Kurt's legs, exposing his diaper to Blaine.

"Now, how yucky are we?" Blaine asked as he lifted one of Kurt's legs and stretched out the leg of Kurt's diaper to check. He let out a sigh of relief once he'd seen that Kurt was only wet, and not dirty.

"Okay," Blaine said with a smile, "let's get you all cleaned up then." Kurt simply nodded and put his thumb in his mouth to suck on while being tended to.

Blaine could do this in his sleep now, in fact sometimes he was almost certain he had done. When they had first started, it had actually taken Kurt a while to even wear a diaper, let alone use one, and Blaine was always so careful and hesitant. But after three years of constant diaper changes, they had both mastered the art. The only thing that had changed was Kurt messing in the diaper. Blaine did put up with it for a while, but honestly didn't like it, and neither did Kurt. So they decided that Kurt could be potty trained for that side of things. There was the odd occasion when Kurt would have an accident, but mostly Kurt let Blaine know in plenty of time. That way Kurt didn't have to be embarrassed about it, and Blaine didn't have to clean it up.

Blaine quickly undid Kurt's diaper and quickly rolled it up before throwing it into the diaper bin at his feet. He grabbed a baby wipe, running it over Kurt's groin and penis before taking another and wiping Kurt's ass over once. He then unfolded a clean diaper and tapped Kurt's hip. Kurt lifted up his ass on cue and Blaine was able to slide the diaper underneath him, in less than two minutes, Kurt was clean and changed.

Blaine did up the fasteners on Kurt's pants again. They had long since abandoned Kurt's old wardrobe, and now Kurt's clothes were mostly practical items with all his pants being altered to allow easy access for changing.

Blaine grabbed hold of Kurt's hand and helped him to sit up on the edge of the change table.

"There you go," Blaine smiled, "feel better now?"

Kurt nodded and wrapped his long legs around Blaine, his arms going around Blaine's neck.

"Carry?" Kurt asked as he pulled Blaine closer with his strong legs.

Blaine could tell it was going to be one of 'those' afternoons. Periodically, Kurt would become incredibly clingy, wanting to be held, carried and not left alone for a moment. It would invariably coincide with Blaine actually needing to get work done, and sometimes tensions could run high.

He sighed as he placed his hands under Kurt's ass and lifted him onto his hip. He carried Kurt through to his office and sat him down on the floor.

"Now you need to remember that Daddy has to work," Blaine stated bluntly, "and if Daddy can get his work done quickly, then he'll have lots more time for you, little one."

Kurt grinned and crawled over to a box in the corner of the room. There was a similar box in each room of their home, each holding a slightly different array of books, toys and stuffed animals that Kurt had chosen.

He took out a picture book, and Blaine turned back to the computer trying to get the final verse of a song finished before he could spend time with Kurt. Blaine was pleased that his job allowed him the freedom to work from home. When Kurt had made his final transition, close to three years ago, Blaine had been going into the music studio every day. The end result was that Blaine got very little done, as he was constantly worried about Kurt. And Kurt was so stressed out by the time Blaine got home that they eventually decided it simply wasn't worth it and Blaine became a freelance songwriter.

Before long Blaine felt Kurt tugging at his shirt, he looked down at Kurt's big beautiful eyes and his arms held up toward Blaine.

"Up Daddy?" Kurt said, with a look that was impossible for Blaine to say no to. Blaine shook his head in resignation.

"Alright," Blaine agreed and helped Kurt climb onto his lap. Kurt snuggled into Blaine's neck as Blaine tried to work around him, hitting the wrong buttons on the keyboard more often than not.

"Grrr," Blaine growled in frustration, after accidently deleting the last half hour of work. He felt Kurt's lips gently kiss his cheek.

"Daddy cross?" Kurt mumbled into Blaine's cheek. Blaine lifted his arm to gently rub circles on Kurt's back.

"Yes," he said, "Daddy's cross at himself for not being more careful."

"Kurt kiss him better," Kurt said softly as he planted a few very quick chaste kisses onto Blaine's cheek.

"Oh, little one," Blaine said chuckling, "I don't know what I'd do without you!"

With that the phone rang, and Blaine pulled away from Kurt to answer it. Kurt cocked his head to the side curiously, trying to work out what Daddy was talking about. It wasn't an easy task with only one side of the conversation to go off.

"Hello?"

"Not possible this weekend, I've told you all a thousand times that we need at least a month's notice."

"Yeah, well...we're busy people."

"I know that, but..."

"He's not here right now" Blaine made a 'shush' sound at Kurt.

"I'll get him to ring you when he can"

"I know that,...it's just... you don't understand..."

Blaine let out a huge sigh, and looked toward Kurt worriedly.

"We'll try"

"I can't guarantee we'll be there, but I promise we'll try"

Blaine put the phone down and sighed again as Kurt continued on his mission to kiss Blaine better. Blaine lifted him up and carried him through to his nursery putting him back into his crib. Kurt's eyes immediately filled with tears.

"Daddy?" he sobbed, "Kurt's not a bad boy. Why you put me in bed?"

Blaine leaned over the side of the crib and kissed Kurt's forehead gently.

"No, little one," Blaine cooed softly, "you're not a bad boy. Daddy just needs a few minutes to think about some things. You stay here, and I'll come and get you real soon, then how does a picnic dinner in the living room sound?"

Kurt clapped his hands happily, "Yay! I loves picnics!" he sang excitedly.

"I know you do, honey," Blaine said smiling, "just give Daddy a few minutes first?"

Kurt nodded and picked up a book lying in the crib. He tucked his bunny under his arm and lay down on his back to look at the pictures, sucking gently on the bunny's ear.

Blaine paced around the living room running through the phone call over and over in his mind. This was the one thing he loathed about Kurt's regression. Nothing was spontaneous any more; getting Kurt out of the headspace of a toddler and back into Kurt was something that could take weeks. Blaine always had to make up scenarios to cover the lack of contact that particularly Kurt, had with his family and his friends that weren't aware of their lifestyle.

Now they had been summoned to Ohio – urgently, and Blaine was in a quandary. Should they simply not go, and incur the wrath of the entire family? Or should he try and pull Kurt out enough to get by for the few days it would take?

Rachel had decided to throw Carole and Burt an impromptu tenth anniversary party. This freaking Saturday. Obviously, Kurt was expected to be there, he'd been one of their best men, and he was their son. The thought of letting down Burt AGAIN weighed heavily on Blaine's mind. The man had been nothing other than exceedingly generous to Blaine over the years, becoming a second father to him. No, Blaine decided, they'd have to go. Now he just needed to explain it to Kurt, and try and get him to be old enough to pass the inevitable million questions they would be faced with.

He quickly prepared dinner and lay down a rug on the floor of the living room. It was Kurt's favourite thing to do, and it always gave Blaine an opportunity to feed Kurt food that he'd decided he didn't like that week. Or in the case of this evening, broach a difficult subject that he knew would upset Kurt.

Blaine returned to the nursery to a quietly sobbing Kurt.

"Daddy!" Kurt choked out through his sobs.

"Oh honey," Blaine said, wasting no time at all getting Kurt out of the crib and into his arms, "Daddy said he wouldn't be long."

Kurt nuzzled against Blaine's neck as his sobs subsided. Blaine made an exception to their 'no carrying' rule for the third time that day, carrying Kurt into the living room and putting him down on the rug.

Kurt cheered up once he saw the spread that Blaine had prepared for them. There were sandwiches without their crusts, tiny muffins, teddy bear biscuits, a sippy cup full of juice for Kurt and a glass of wine sat on the coffee table for Blaine.

Kurt picked up a muffin and looked slyly at Blaine who shook his head laughingly.

"You know the rules, little one," he gently scolded, "sandwiches first, then you can help yourself."

Kurt replaced the muffin to its plate and picked up a sandwich. Blaine let Kurt finish his sandwich and start back on the muffins before he took a long gulp of wine. Kurt looked at him curiously, Blaine normally didn't drink wine unless one of their new friends came around.

"Daddy?" he said quietly, "wazz wrong?"

Blaine sucked his lips between his teeth while he contemplated how to ease Kurt into this.

"Just an 'Ohio' problem," he sighed, as he waited for Kurt to react. It was their code for 'our old lives are about to come crashing into our new one'.

Kurt stopped chewing and stared at Blaine in horror. His bottom lip started to quiver and tears welled up in his eyes once more. Blaine opened his arms up wide and let Kurt crawl into his lap. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pacifier and offered it to Kurt, who quickly shoved it into his mouth, curling even tighter into Blaine's grasp.

"It's going to be fine, little one," Blaine tried to calm Kurt down, "we're going to take a trip to see some friends, that's all." He reached out and took another long sip of wine to steady his nerves.

"When we going?" Kurt said from around the pacifier. Blaine sighed and he held onto Kurt as much as Kurt held onto him.

"Tomorrow, baby."