Blaine. What a beautiful name. What a wonderfully, flawlessly perfect name for a wonderfully, flawlessly perfect daddy. His daddy.

Kurt was set down on the floor and allowed to color while his new Daddy helped the nurses pack his clothes, blanky, pacifiers, and kitty. It was a Daddy/Mommy's responsibility to provide diapers, changing supplies, toys, bottles, and just about everything.

"Baby, do you need to be changed before we leave?" Daddy asked him.

Kurt nodded and crawled over to the nurse, who smiled and shook her head.

"Go to your new daddy, sweetheart." She cooed.

Confused, Kurt sat down and made grabby hands. "Uppy!" He whined.

Daddy laughed and scooped him up. "I'm going to change you. Is that okay?" He asked sweetly.

Kurt slipped his thumb into his mouth and nodded.

Daddy grinned and laid him down on the table before undoing the snaps on Kurt's romper and pushing it up to reveal Kurt's flat, pale, stomach.

With the rehearsed skill but slight clumsiness of someone who had practiced this on a dummy for years, Daddy untaped Kurt's diaper and went through the ritual of wiping, powdering, and rediapering. While this was happening, Kurt was experiencing something he hadn't felt since his first month as a new baby in this school. Shyness. He didn't understand. Nurses changed him all the time and he never thought anything of it, but now, with his gorgeous new daddy, he was blushing and avoiding eye contact with him, impatiently waiting for the change to be over. He let out a sigh of relief when he was put back into his romper and relaxed in Daddy's arms.

"You're so cute!" Daddy beamed, kissing his neck and making Kurt giggle. "What do you say we head out, show you your new home?"

Kurt smiled excitedly and glanced at the nurses who were grinning at him. "Go." He decided.

Kurt was carried out of the school after hugging his nurses and Miss Jenna goodbye.

Daddy walked across the parking lot and over to a silver Navigator. Sliding open the back door, Kurt could see a car seat, obviously meant for him. There were toys and picture books tucked into the back of the driver's and passenger seats, and a mini TV hung from the ceiling.

"Alright, in you go." Daddy said, buckling him into the car seat. He turned the TV on to Nick Jr. before sliding the door shut and getting in the front. "You all ready?"

Kurt nodded. "Go!"

Daddy chuckled and started the car. "Okie dokie."

In a parent school, tests are taken in the final year to determine whether or not a student is ready to take on the role and responsibilities of a real parent and adopt a baby of their own. Seniors graduate at sixteen and most take two years or so to get a steady job, a place to live, and to ready themselves for their new baby. They then go to a baby school and select a partner from the senior class. However, Blaine had chosen to spend more time working on his career in order to provide as much as he could for the angelic little boy that he'd had his eye on since Kurt's freshman year at the school. At twenty, Blaine was working as a songwriter and choreographer and was able to afford a large apartment overlooking the city.

Kurt sat in the back seat, his eyes glued to the screen of the TV. Every now and then, Dora would ask a question and Kurt would eagerly shout an answer around his pacifier, making Daddy smile to himself.

"Hablas espanol nino?" Daddy grinned.

Kurt looked at him blankly for a moment. "Je préfère le français." He replied, giggling at Daddy's surprised expression.

"Look at my smart little boy." He cooed, making Kurt turn pink at delight at the praise. "We're almost home, precious." Daddy told him as he turned down a street.

Kurt looked outside and was surprised to see several Doms walking their subs by a leash. "Daddy! Whassat?" Kurt asked, pointing to one of the couples.

"They're babies with mommies and daddies, just like us, sweetheart." Daddy said.

"They don't got diapies." Kurt commented.

"They're different types of babies." Daddy tried to explain. Before Kurt could ask anything else, he smiled. "Look! We're home!"

Kurt clapped in excitement and hugged his kitty tightly.

Daddy parked in the lot and got out before helping Kurt out of his car seat and hoisting him onto his hip. Slinging Kurt's diaper bag over his shoulder and shutting the door, he then made his way over to the entrance of the apartment building.

It was early spring, and the temperature was comfortably cool. Kurt was content in just his romper, his thin, pale, hairless legs bared and swinging from his spot on Daddy's hip. He sucked his pacifier a little quicker, nervously looking around.

"Who's that little cutie pie?" A woman gasped as they entered the lobby of the apartment building.

Kurt turned to see a woman with long blonde hair walking towards them. Her makeup was sharp and bold, and she was dressed head to toe in black leather. Her boots went up to her thighs, covering fishnet stockings, and a leather riding crop was hooked onto the studded belt that she wore around her black corset. She looked fierce, and Kurt immediately cowered into Daddy with fear and intimidation.

"Oh, poor little guy!" The woman crooned. "I scared him!"

"Baby, she's not going to bite." Daddy smiled. "This is Mistress Quinn. She lives here, too. Can you say hi?"

Kurt peeked out of Daddy's neck and met eyes with the woman. She was very pretty beneath the scary clothes and makeup. Slowly, he gave her a timid wave.

"What's you name, baby cakes?" She smiled.

Kurt looked at Daddy, who nodded. "K-Kurt." He answered.

"Well, Kurt, you are very lucky to have such a nice Daddy." Mistress Quinn whispered. She pressed a finger to her lips and slipped a Reese's cup into the pocket of Kurt's romper.

"What do you say, Kurt?" Daddy asked.

"Thank you." He smiled shyly. He turned to Daddy. "Where's her baby?" He asked.

Both "adults" laughed.

"He's with a friend at the moment." Mistress Quinn smiled. "You'll meet him soon enough. I promise."

"Okay, well I've got to get Kurtie upstairs for a nap. I'll talk to you later, Q." Daddy said.

Mistress Quinn nodded and waved goodbye before Daddy was carrying him once more to the elevator.

"She didn't look like a mommy." Kurt said.

"Yea, well she's a different kind of mommy for a different kind of baby." Daddy explained again. He stepped out of the elevator and onto the fourth floor of the apartment building.

In apartments, it is very common for the levels of the building to be separated by the lifestyles of residents. This helps landlords to accommodate certain furniture and equipment, while also helping to settle social disputes between tenants.

Kurt gasped when he saw the floor. The halls were decorated just like they were at the school. Circus animals smiled at him and large colorful letters spelled out cheerful words. This particular floor was filled with light and he could hear the sound of "children" playing. "Baby!" Kurt said in surprise.

"Mhm, but you can meet your new friends later, bud. Right now it's time for your nap." Daddy said.

Kurt sighed. He was too excited to sleep, but he knew he had to. He'd taken a nap at eleven am every day for the past four years.

Daddy unlocked his door and carried Kurt inside, turning on the light and shutting the door behind him. Kurt looked around. They were in a hall that led them to what appeared to be the living room. There were toys and a playpen set up on the floor, and he noticed a highchair in the kitchen.

Daddy walked through another hall and opened the door to a large nursery, painted baby blue and stenciled with white kittens. A large crib was against the right wall and a mobile with tiny plushies hung above it. There was a changing table across from it and a rocking chair was positioned by the window. A matching dresser was against the back wall and next to it was a large toy chest with a toy piano, just like the one at the school sat on top. Finally, past the changing table was a bathroom containing a tub, a sink, and something that Kurt hadn't seen since he was twelve: a toilet. In a basket beside the tub, there was an abundance of bath toys and loofahs.

Daddy carried Kurt over to the changing table and laid him down to unsnap his romper.

"Why don't you get started on this?" Daddy suggested, handing him a bottle of milk.

Kurt nursed on the bottle as Daddy changed him into a sleep diaper and removed his booties. Then he was picked up and carried across the room to the rocking chair, only to be settled in Daddy's lap.

The rocking began and Daddy began to hum softly. Kurt sucked on his bottle until he felt the fatigue of naptime set in. His eyes started to droop and the nipple of his bottle simply rested in his mouth. Rubbing his arm, Daddy patiently waited for Kurt's body to sag in relaxation before delicately scooping him up and carrying him over to the crin. Lowering the side, Daddy tucked Kurt into the blankets and replaced his bottle with a pacifier, making sure Kitty was in his baby's arms before putting up the side of the crib and turning off the lights. Finally, he turned on the mobile and the lullaby CD that was already in the stereo. He cast one last look at Kurt as he left.