Dave stepped into what looked like an oversized nursery. The rooms walls were painted a pale soothing yellow and had the softest beige carpet. It was easy to tell who was a Parent and who was a baby if the babies weren't just wearing a diaper the diaper was fully outlined in whatever clothes they wore, the Mommys and Daddys had their babies cuddled on their laps feeding their babies, burping them or just holding them.
Dave had never felt so at home.
Suddenly a hand grabbed Dave and dragged him through a door into a hallway just off the main room. Dave turned around preparing to yell at whatever weirdo it was who just decided to drag him off and his jaw dropped because that person was none other than Santana Lopez.
"What are you doing here, Lopez?" he asked looking around to make sure it was just them. He was finally realizing how much of a risk it was to come here. What if somehow everyone else had found out, and they were all waiting to jump out and ruin his life just for one moment of freedom?
Santana raised her eyebrow. "The same reason you're probably here right now, Karofsky," she replied. "So who's Daddy are you trying to be?"
"Uhhh..." Dave mumbled. It was already bad enough that she found him here; he didn't want her to find out he was a baby too.
But she had already figured it out. "Awww", she cooed. "Look, at baby Karofsky".
"Shut up Lopez," he hissed at her.
"Careful with the tone baby boy,Mommy doesn't like that attitude."
Dave decided that that it was time to end this.
"Listen, we can talk about this some other time because the longer we stay here, the more time we waste. I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night and you leave me alone. Got it"?
"Okay, Karofsky. I'll leave you alone tonight." She turned away and when she reached the door she turned around and looked at him, a serious expression on her face. "You're really serious about this, aren't you? This isn't just some game you're playing is it?"
"No. It's not," he said. "If I find the right... the right Daddy,I'll stay with him forever."
Following Santana back into the big yellow room Dave realized that he didn't know the first thing about being in a nursery like this. Should he crawl? Should he have worn a diaper? Was he supposed to bring a bottle?
All the questions bounced around in Dave's head as he kept on walking forward, not paying attention until he ran into a balding man. "Oh, I'm sorry," Dave mumbled walking away embarrassed. The man reached out and grabbed Dave's wrist. "Wait a minute baby," the man said in a downright creepy voice. How did he know Dave was a baby?
"You look like you lost your Daddy. If you need, I'll be happy to take his place," the man trailed off with a smirk. Suddenly a pair of hands circled around his waist. What was with people randomly grabbing him today?
"Sorry, but he's with me now. Unless you want to lose any more of your hair over a lawsuit for trying to kidnap someone else's baby, you should go." The bald guy glared at whoever was standing behind Dave's shoulder, but walked away.
"Come on, sweetheart, and remember to stay close to Daddy," the stranger's voice lectured him as he tugged Dave by the wrist into the exact same hallway he had been in before with Santana. Now Dave could see the stranger, he could see that he had brown hair and had a bag slung across his body.
"Stop!" Dave said, and jerked his hand out of the stranger's before the stranger could take him any further. It didn't matter he had felt the best in his life when the stranger had wrapped his arms around him and called him his baby - he was still a stranger, and this could all be an act.
The boy turned around. He had bright green eyes set into a gorgeous face that was currently worried into a frown with a slight hint of ... sadness?
"It's not that I don't want you to be my Daddy," Dave blurted out, and woah where did that come from, "but I at least want to know your name before I let you take care of me."
The man smiled tenderly and kissed his forehead.
"Thank you," he said. "I want to be you Daddy so much, little one. My name's Sebastian."